12 Lions holding up a fountain. Look familiar to any Mormons?
It's March. Spring break of 2013. Walking into the airport, my classmates and I realize that our teacher is missing. How could he have wandered off when we were together? He's supposed to be the chaperone, not us. After multiple attempts to recover him by retracing steps and calling his phone, he is finally found. Near the front of the line to check in for our flight, our teacher was the one that left US behind.
Even with a rough start, my trip to Spain was amazing. Though it was only 10 days, that week and a half long trip opened my eyes to so much. We went to the Valley of the Fallen, Segovia, Madrid, Cordoba, Toledo, and many other cities on our way. Seeing the beautiful architecture and designs that don't exist in United States allowed me to see the influences that religion and history have had on cultures throughout time. My group toured cathedrals, mosques and castles. We walked the cobbled streets of ancient cities and bought souvenirs from gypsies. Spain instilled in me a longing to travel. Not just to see places, but to see people and cultures. It inspired me to learn more about the people that inhabit the earth around us and learn what makes them tick. I love the differences that make up the human race. I love the pasts and experiences that make each of us different. I love the creations that come from within us hearts.
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