It's moments like these, that I never want to leave España...or the University world. I am on such a high after talking to my profesora about my idea for my final essay. I felt that she understood my spanish (that it wasn't THAT bad), probably because I felt very comfortable speaking with her and noticed her patience and interest in my ideas. I am so happy to be here and be able to take advantage of studying subjects that are currently relevant to issues now in Spain and the world. Being able to give voices to those in Morocco who want to be heard so badly. That I can integrate all my classes and expereinces into one centralized investigation...of something I knew little about previously: Islam. There is something that really strikes home about learning about these themes while living in the heart of Spain, which derives a lot of its identity from the 800 years the Muslims were here. And about having friends in Morocco, learning through experiencing, and enriching my classroom academics with this REAL WORLD knowledge. And being supported by two wonderful profesores, so extremely opposite in personality and teaching style. Carmen and Diego! I have energy to dive into this 6-8 page essay in spanish now! Here I come!!!