First of the lasts

When I first came to Spain I was having so many firsts; my first class where the professor didn't understand a lick of English, my first homestay, my first time staying out til 5 AM, my first Spanish friends and my first churros con chocolate. Some firsts were easier to adjust to than others, but I didn't care, I just felt an overwhelming sense of joy at being able to experience all these knew things and I felt like I could take on the world. Now as my time in Spain is drawing to a close and the stress of finals is setting in I've started to experience the first of the lasts: my last weekend in Sevilla, my last week of school and my last day tutoring at Las Esclavas. Realizing that I'm doing some of the things I love most for the last time brings a profound sense of sadness but also a sense of new beginnings because I know I'm leaving Spain with so much more than I came with. I'm looking forward to taking my experiences and confidence that I've gained here in Spain and making the most of my summer and the school year to come.

Last time at Buddha. 

"Buddha told all the extranjeros to go to Buddha, so all the extranjeros went to Buddah".
Last CIEE takeover in Buddha. 

Last time teaching my Infantil class. 

It's really hard to get a good picture of 4 year olds.