I dream in Spanish now, not every dream, but some. When I first got home I woke up not really recognizing where I was, in my room and in Idaho. I would think I woke up late and try to decide which way was the fastest way to walk to school, I could clearly route my way through the streets of Granada, passing by very recognizable sights. It still seems so real. I don't think I have quite grasped the concept that I don't know when I'll be able to go back to Granada, I feel like I might be back there tomorrow. I don't want the images of my favorite plaza, the views I witnessed every day on my walk to school, my host mom cooking dinner and welcoming me home, or the mighty Alhambra decorating the Granada city scape, to fade from my mind. I love Granada, and I'm sad I might never live there again, but someday I will go back.
I have adjusted pretty easily to my life in Idaho, because it is so usual to me. (Although it has been kind of strange not speaking Spanish.) I have lived my typical day thousands of times, in the house where I grew up. However, my life in Granada became a new "normal" for me. It is very strange to know I will never go back to exactly that, the life I knew for five months. But now, that normal has become a part of me, and I am different because of it. My outlook is different, and Granada will stay with me forever.