The past two weeks since coming home from spring break have been crazy! Full of school, my internship, and lots of fun (including one night where Cassidy, David, and Marta played guitar in the plaza while a few others of us sat and listened and sand). Also a bout of the flu last weekend, but I'd like to forget about that. Yuck. This weekend is the Festival of San Jorge, a made-up saint the Cáceres celebrates every year. Last night I struck out solo and went to watch las tunas, different groups of professors who sing and dance in traditional style, traditional robes included. I ended up spending the whole evening with a middle-aged couple I met from Burgos, who took it upon themselves to take me in and keep me company. I left the evening with an open invitation to go to Burgos, which I might take them up on some day. Today Cassidy and I are heading over to Clara's to hang out, and then tonight there's a parade, fireworks, and the burning of the dragon as part of the festival. We don't have school tomorrow because it's San Jorge, which makes this a 5-day weekend for this girl. No complains there. It's hard to believe that this will be my last full week here in Cáceres-- it's something I still have mixed feelings about. It's going to fly by. I am really excited to go back to England after this, though. John (my grandma's cousin's husband, who we stayed with last summer) has been emailing me, and he and Christine are really excited to have Grandma and I there. They also rented us a chalet in Wales that overlooks an estuary. It sounds like it's pretty secluded, and I think it should be nice to have a few days of absolute relaxation.
In other news, lately at my internship we've had a lot of people who have passed away, which has given me great opportunities to work with not only the dying people, but also with their families. And every time I get to do this, I feel something inside of me telling me that this is what I want to do with my life. I love being there in that moment of people's lives, and giving comfort when they need it most. It's given me a lot to think about in regards to my future, because end-of-life cares and mortuary science it always what I end up feeling that I meant to do.
A few other things... I picked up a legitimate schedule at work once I come home, so I'll have relatively normal hours now instead of working all different shifts all the time and switching back and forth, which should be a nice change. I'm also thinking I'm going to have to drop my independent study. I have not had near sufficient time to get through Don Quijote and still get things done for school and my internship and have at least a little bit of a social life. Uff da. Such a stressful decision!
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