19/12/10 - BACK TO BASICS (LUXURIOUS BASICS)

Here I am, at last! It is always very sad (mournful, let's say) to say goodbye to some good friends, but at least it is not a farewell. That's why, looking at the pros and the cons, I have to admit how wonderful is to be at home again, as there are a number of advantages I dreamed about for three months.

First, heating. I forgot what is like to really sense my toes. It is a strange sensation: imagine you lived for three months knowing you have a pair of feet and something like ten toes stuck at the end of this feet, but you did not feel them. One fine day you start sensing them again: it will be as if someone has added another pair of legs and you are some creepy kind of mutant. However, it is amazing to enjoy a shower without wondering if, actually, there would be any difference if I was under a waterfall in Iceland. Pretty relaxing.

Second, mum. And it is not because I am lazy, or childish, or mother-addicted (I could be, but that's not the point). Getting ill is one of the first dreary experience you make when you decide living alone. A bad flu can make you wish your mother was with you, preparing hot soups and cups full of milk and honey. Walking like a freaky ghost around an empty house in search of something that could make you feel better, and returning to bed only with an higher temperature. That's when I miss mum. Pretty horrible.

Third, car. I am not saying I did not enjoy walking through Castellón, breathing fresh air and watching at people's actions, manners, expressions – I love it, it makes me think about life. Most of all, it is really funny to know all Castellón taxi drivers: actually, we are close friends. If you thing that an Erasmus student's day usually ends at 4 a.m. And that buses stop circulating at 10 p.m., and that my friends live very far from my house, it's easily understandable why I'm often in a taxi. I usually end the night talking with a taxi driver, debating about the Madrid – Barça match, listing the differences between Italy and Spain or singing a Camarón's song with him. Pretty expensive.

Fourth, beloved. I shall say that this is the “last but not least” point. Each day I spent in Spain I dreamed about staying there forever, and the only thought that stopped me from actually decide to move to Spain for the rest of my life is that I would miss my family, my friends and my boyfriend. And now that I am home again, I wonder how could I survive for three months without them.

Pretty wonderful.