Thoughts about coming back from Spain

It's interesting, Spring Break didn't revitalize us as much as make us more homesick. I think it was seeing somewhere that although not like home, was so much more like home than Rabat that it felt like home. It was nice not having to worry about street harassment or picking an expensive enough restaurant that it wouldn't be awkward just being a few girls. It was nice being able to be out late and not have to deal with parental figures. It was nice seeing couples on the street and being able to wear a tank top. So coming back was hard--we had to readjust to the cultural differences all over again, and it was harder, knowing just how different they were not just for not being America, but for not being Western. It makes me so much more amazed how immigrants adjust. It's harder than I thought it would be. I suppose most of the places I had traveled before I had been in a Western setting, or at least in a tourist enclave. I think that's why I missed home more than I expected...