Nostalgic

As I sit here on the rainy, cold Hill, cozied up in a corner of the lib, writing my Spanish paper, I can't help and take a break to pause and reflect.

I have been home from study abroad since December 14th, just over 4 months. That's a little more time than I was abroad. What. It seems surreal. It is starting to feel like my time in Central America was merely over in a blink of an eye, a fading memory as I live life here at Olaf. How I wish to rewind back to the end of August and relive my adventures. ((literally brings tears to my eyes)). I'm still wondering what now? I still have to go through 2 more semesters at Olaf and hugely discern what I want to do once I graduate. Uff dah. Can I go back again? Travel anywhere, please?!?
But more so right now I'm feeling majorly nostalgic because of this COLD COLD weather. Yes, sorry this is about the weather. I'm so over it. But not really.
I miss the scorching sun, the constant sweatiness, the never ending heat of Central America. I miss my compañero/as. I miss platanos, frijoles, arroz, tortillas, and pollo. I miss falling asleep at night by the buzz of the fan, exhausted from the heat and use of Spanish. I miss hearing Spanish. I miss my leaders and teachers. I miss my host families. I miss sitting on the roof of the bar in Xela. I miss Xelapan. I miss the constant newness of everyday. I miss doña Connie's helado de coco. I miss playing fútbol in Guate. I miss life without a cellphone and constant internet. I miss climbing mountains, running around the Metro, frolicking on the beach. I miss Mr. Donut. I miss a lot. I miss my conversations with Teresa, my Guate Spanish teacher. I miss traveling on the weekends. I miss public transportation. I miss big busy cities. I miss seeing a family fit on a motorcycle. I miss crazy drivers that make 2 lanes 3. I miss it.
Yet I don't miss the cold of Xela (shoot it's cold here). I don't miss lice.

The other day I found part of my final project from El Salvador. It was a heart outlined with words about El Salvador that have touched my heart. In the middle is the quote "I have visited. I have seen. I will witness." And now I am left wondering how have I witnessed and how will I continue to witness throughout the rest of my life?