I'm not a crier but it's hard not to be when you have the sweetest family ever.

We sat at dinner today, in our regular spots with standard sandwich and french fries. Everything was as usual, but as our senora hands us our 50th bottle of ketchup she says, "you girls only have ten days left. It is so short and going by so fast." My roommate and I immediately look at each other and you could sense the sadness, the tears ducts swelling and the fight to hold back from bursting into tears. We didn't cry but it was such a sad realization. I have said I'm so ready to go home so many times because I am so over school. I know what you're thinking: you're abroad. how hard could school be? I know. I have no right to bitch and complain about reading 5 pages of Spanish when yall have 60 pages of biochemistry mechanical photosynthesis shit to read. Studying abroad was the best decision ever because you get to complain about your one-page summaries and not being able to go out on Tuesday evenings because you were too hungover and sleep-deprived from Monday's shenanigans. Tough life I tell ya. I really am ready to go home but also a huge part of me doesn't want to. A huge reason that I've enjoyed my study abroad experience so much is because of my family. They honestly have become family. I love them so much. How do you say 'bye' to people who become like your grandmother, little sister and crazy (&sometimes drunk) older sister? This isn't like oh you've met your long-lost family and now you are reunited and it's all kumbaya. I've become close to these people only to have to say goodbye to them in what was a short 5 months. It's not like I'll see them around the neighborhood unless that neighborhood happens to be the entire planet earth with only, I don't know, the surface area of 500 million km. Let's face it: the chances of me seeing them ever again is slim. I don't have a nice private jet or 2 thousand dollars laying around so that I can fly to see them as I please. I hate goodbyes. It's not 'Hasta luego' it's 'adios'...probably for forever...I know they are getting a new girl this summer and maybe my roommate and I are perhaps just another two foreigners that have come and passed through, but to me they are my one and only Spanish family. The ones that I have laughed so hard with in the kitchen that I've choked on my water. The ones that have improved my conversational spanish more than any classroom ever could. The one little sister who has bugged the shit outta me like no other, but that I love like she's really blood-related. The one older sister that I have seen drunk and can't help but laugh at her quirkiness and ever-lasting but hopeless love for her baby daddy. The one senora who is always first to say how 'guapa' and 'delgada' I am even though I haven't showered and I just scarfed down 2 lbs of french fries and washed it down with 6 oz of ketchup. Yeah those ones. I'm going to miss them terribly. Words cannot express. Just the everyday conversation and impromptu shows and lessons we have in our kitchen. I've learned how to Sevillana, dance to Justin Beiber, picked up the Spanish word for asshole , and that men are absolute trash and not worth marrying( haha can you tell they are all single women) in that little blue accented kitchen. How I'm going to miss Mama Pepa calling "Mailan y Carolina a comer" every night to dinner. We had another wonderful dinner tonight where Isa (my little hermana) told us to impersonate each other and say what we liked with googly eyes. I love this little rascal. I held my crying in up until I got out of the shower and I saw something on my bed. My roommate and Isa picked up rocks from a beach a few weeks ago and painted them today on our roof. She left me a heart-shaped one on my pillow and it says 'te quiero' ( I love you). =( I don't want to say goodbye.