Its nice to find a somebody who can be with and not have the need to say a single word.

Its been a intense week in Oviedo. A lot more personal stuff going on. Its hit the point where once I get to October, my study abroad is half way done. I'm starting to get the missing feeling in my heart. It may be that its Breast Cancer Awareness month and at the end of the month its my Mom's 4 year anniversary. I caught some kind of gross cold to add to it. I usually begin to miss my dad, then my brothers, then my friends. I am at the point where I miss my friends...not good.
So what I do to attack this missing throb in my soul? I clean. I literally swiped and dusted my room. I'm more like my mom then I ever thought. Its strange because when she was alive, I thought I was vastly different from her. I couldn't even be related to her. But as the days and now the years go by...I'm noticing how similar I am to her. And how people don't even realize it.
I can see as I get older how balanced my genes are from my Father and my Mother. My anxiety stems from my Dad and my easiness to sleep through the night with no anxiety stems from my Mom. I'm thinking of writing her letter...telling her about this trip. I don't know though. I want to send it. Send it away to someone who will read it. That someone should be someone I know. But maybe not too well or maybe very well.
I wonder if she would be freaking out at the fact that I am in a foreign country for so many months. I can just see her tears now as I boarded that plane. Is this what life is going to be from now on, me wondering what and how my mother would of acted to my grandiose excursions? I think so...the nice thing is, its all positive fantasies of what would of happened.
My host mom has started to be more and more comfortable with me being around. She puts her arms around my shoulders when she thinks something is funny. Talks to me about all the political things and the music she likes. I can understand the things she says but its so difficult because I can't express myself fully. I feel like a 5 year old.
Yesterday, Anne and I went to the park to do homework and relax. We both have been feeling sick so it was a perfect afternoon. We fell asleep underneath the shade and woke up to eat snacks. It was a beautiful afternoon. I drank a beer and she drank a diet coke. We watched the Spaniards come to park, lay their towel down, and take their tops off to bask in the sun. The norms here are quite different but also exciting. Its interesting how women are comfortable to take their tops off next to old men and the like. Anyways, the afternoon was pretty silent. Its nice to find a somebody who can be with and not have the need to say a single word. You can be content in your thoughts and in the presence of another.
I'm intrigued for the rest of the month and next two months. Why? Because this is my life and I am enjoying it. I feel unproductive most days but I will change that by giving myself homework. Other than that life here is great. I keep on thinking to myself that I could settle here. The life isn't mundane though neither is it go go go go all the time. I'm experiencing life in a whole new way and I hope to take some these habits I learn here and bring them to my life in the states.