Dear Spain,

Dear Spain,

Although we've only wandered through your lands for a mere three months, we've grown accustomed to your face. We will miss your rolling hills, your ancient architecture, your surplus of cathedrals, and the almighty chocolate croissants. How long will we go without tasting the oh-so delicious Doner Kebab, and the hearty, warm paella? What will we do without a Churreria on every street? We will always remember how you fed us with oodles of bread, and mammoth sized portions of strange sea creatures. We wont forget how many times we have ridden the bus -and train- through the rain, or through the plain, of your lovely lands, dear old Spain.

And how could we forget the smells, whether it is the food or the cigarette smoke, which have wafted through our nostrils for these few months? Never again will our clothes drip dry for the entire world to see. Eating lunch at noon seems foreign to us, and dinner at six is now preposterous. You've changed us. And for that, we are grateful.

The trips to Madrid, the ridiculously long bus rides, and the zero alone time have come to an end. We hope you remain the same, dear old Spain, for we will return again, someday(n).

You will be in our hearts, forever and always...

BYU, Madrid Study Abroad '09

P.S. Tell Alcala to clean all of the dog poop off of the sidewalk next time we visit.