....Goodbye to Miercoles too

No more Gallego.... NUNCA MAIS
No more Griego.... αντίο;
No more Ciencias.... "En las placas tectónicas que chocan ... debajo de la tierra... hay mucho tensión... y el tensión tiene que salir.... sale por riesgos naturales."

Wahhhh.
Olivia and I wore Santa hats today!
Pablo stole mine and I didn't get it back until after school, but I still got some rather comical looks that shall forever remain stitched in my mind.
On the way to Vigo, I got some double-takes in from inside the car as well....qué espectáculo soy.

I spent one of my last recreos talking to Milena, the Swiss girl. I am so jealous that she gets to stay here for an entire year, but then when I look at the big picture, a whole year seems a little demasiado, ¿sabes?
There was a big of a fiasco with me dropping my book back in front of Iván and Juan with my ridiculous hat....but hey man, I'm still alive más o menos.

After school, we had some missions to complete.
Iria needed heels.
Yikes.
So we piled into the car right after school and  went to Vigo!
We stopped at a cute little french restaurant first to eat lunch.
I had crema de espinacas soup (best thing ever) and a pretty legit crepe.

After eating, we hit up the stores.
....
Wait.
Hold on one moment.
Let's take this situation for what it was.
This is what the situation was: A fifteen-year old insecure girl who wears only sneakers and occassionally boots and has a passion for wearing tall high heels because she thinks she is a genius walking in them, and a mothering mother who would like her little girl to stop telling her that fifteen is all grown up.
See? This stuff happens in Spain too!
When I was fourteen, this thing happened to me as well before my first Homecoming dance. I remember my practical and wonderful Aunt Beezy picking out a perfect pair of plain black 3-4 inch heels and telling me that every woman needs a pair of plain, black, super comfortable heels. This has stuck with me two years later, and so now I know what mothers want for their little girl's feet, so I suggested "algo básico, negro, y muy cómodo". Naturally, Iria made a huge fuss and said that she'd never wear them again and how the pointy toe was uncomfortable and must mean it's not the right size, and all that stuff and complained loudly and repeatedly about the flats with a tiny wedge that her mother kept picking out, and other normal teenager stuff.
I'm really going to miss those two.

I came back to Porriño and headed for the BiCafé with Olivia. After a quick café with Bianca, Adrián, and Andrea, Olivia and I headed into Porriño to find her dress for the fiestas on Friday. We went to our favorite dressy store and she found a beautiful black strappless to wear under her leather jacket and I found a jacket to complete my outfit.
We are now all set for our class dinner of sad goodbyes.
I can hardly believe that Olivia leaves next Saturday, and me just four days after.

Tomorrow is my last day at school and my stomach keeps clenching and unclenching at the thought of this because it seems virtually impossible and i absolutely cannot wrap my head around the fact that i wont be seeing those ugly green desks for an awfully long time.