La Noche Buena

Hiiii, Happy Christmas Eve!

Here they call it the "good night" and celebrate it significantly more than Christmas Day itself.
I started off my noche buena day singing villancicos....Spanish Christmas carols!
I wore my funny little headband thingy and bajared into the center of Porriño with my sister and Flor, where I was quickly absorbed into the group of people from my class: Eva, Noelia, Carmen, and three other girls I truly can't remember the name of.....sorry
Loooot's of Spanish speaking today, hip hip hooray!
I totally gave up on trying to follow along with the songs after like, the third one...but then all of a sudden I was being shoved to the front of the group and into the the microphone when that one Spanish Christmas song began....Feliz Navidad.
The pastors leading this group were overjoyed to have someone to be able to teach them how to sing the English words correctly, and thusforth, I ended up singing over and over again this one freaking song in Spanish and English for positively HOURS.
Hours, I tell you.

The two characters I probably write about the most in this story of my Spanish life were there as well; Pablers and Iván.
Are you all familiar with snapchat?
Well, thanks to Pablers, Porriño knows it as well.
Iván told me today that I never have shame, that I am never embarrassed.
Does he even know who he's talking to.......?!
I'm quite flattered that I portray myself as that here.
I decided to be shorter with him today so as not to appear obsessive or whatnot, but you know, that just wasn't very fun sooooo....no more shortness and worrying.


I hung out with Olivia for a while after lunch, and while we were sitting on steps to my apartment, Paula, Maria, and Aisa walked up to us. We were being silly and talking just like normal until Paula suddenly began crying. She sat next to me and we held hands as always and she talked about how sad she was that we are leaving.
I can't even.
I've never had so many people cry over me.
They really care, they really love me.


And then it was family party time!
My abuela, tia Rosa, Paquito, Madre, and sister were all there.
We ate salad and chicken and dessert until very late at night and opened presents. There are still presents and dining to be done tomorrow, the fiestas are not over.
But still, the looks on the faces of Manoli and Iria when they opened my presents to them were beautiful and priceless moments.
When everyone left later, Iria began to cry upon thinking of my return to America.
Tuesday.
It's another terrible Tuesday I'm not looking forward to.
My last day here.