Bron in the Basque Country: Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

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I have less than four weeks left of my year abroad, and in all honesty, I’ve spent the majority of the previous two either in bed with an infection or under the tender loving care of my Mummy in Wales.

Some people might say that I’m wasting my time. Is there a quota of how many times I can go home on my year abroad? Does being in Spain give me any more motivation to get out of bed even when the novelty of being in a new country has worn off? Have I written so much about various adventures that I fear when I finish my year abroad I will no longer be interesting and therefore have nothing to write about? Are my funny brain problems making me overthink literally everything?

So… that’s that.

Here’s what you missed on Glee- I mean, Bilbao. Another one of my university friends visited me for a long weekend of testing the limits of our livers and sleeping pattern as I gave her a crash course on all the pretty bars in my little city and we also went to Art After Dark. We also had a heatwave, and the timing of her visit was perfect as we could have coffees and wine in the sun and catch up after a year of being apart due to this whole year abroad thing.

In the midst of feeling sorry for myself last week, I discovered that they were doing a series of Ted Talks (or Talking Teds as my Mum called them the other day) in the other theatre in Bilbao. I find these talks fascinating and inspiring, and after watching them on Youtube over the past year I decided to sieze the day for once and took myself on a date.

It was incredible. Not only did I get a free goodybag, food, and drinks, but I got to listen to passionate speakers discuss technology, society, education, new ideas and how we impact the world as humans. There was an orchestra, a magician and musicians, and I came out of there not only feeling accomplished because I understood the Spanish, but because I had learned something.

As far as future plans go, I have another visitor next week and then my family finally arrive for a last hurrah before I leave. I’m not sure if I want to think about the end being nigh yet, but I can’t avoid the inevitable, I suppose.

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