I know it has been a long time since I’ve written.  To be honest, my time in Barcelona was rocky for a while.  I didn’t realize until a couple weeks ago that my homestay was the problem.  It was one of the hardest and most uncomfortable things I’ve had to do, but I knew I had to put myself first and get the hell of that place.  Usually, I am good at preparing myself for the worst, and I find that the thing I’m battling is never as bad once I’m up against it.  I couldn’t have prepared for the things my host mom said to me once she found out I was moving.  It was much more uncomfortable than I anticipated.  But I still managed to get out, to pack up and move all my stuff, to make as many trips as were necessary, to give her back the key and say goodbye.  I am ready to start experiencing Barcelona the right way.