Do I miss the country, I wonder, for its culture? personability... police corruption perhaps? Maybe it's the delightful unreliability and impreciseness of just about everything, or the chance to say "Hasta la vista!" without sounding trite?
¿or possibly the upside down question marks?
Or is it merely what the country represents to me - freedom, selfish student indulgences, spanish immersion, temporary suspension of adulthood and responsibilty - that I will miss.
I suppose it's a combination of it all. It was a country I chose to visit on little more than a whim, about which I had only the haziest of knowledge (mostly garnered inaccurately from movies, fatalistic opinion and media stereotypes). Hokey as it sounds, ignorance breeds prejudice and I feel pretty satisfied having done my bit to bridge the divide and all that. Muy bien.
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