By: Cara Chatellier
It’s been six months since the day I left for Spain. Now, I am sitting on a plane bound back to Boston. Six months ago I sat on a plane with a tear stained face and knots in my stomach. There were so many unknowns:
Who would I meet?
Where would I work?
Where would I live?
Would my high school Spanish be enough to get me from the airport to my AirBNB?