The last supper

Last night was our cena despedida, or goodbye dinner.  All the remaining students in our program (some have gone home already), our program directors and 3 visitors from the program office in the US met at a restaurant for one last hoorah. 

My first hamburger in 4 months and a yummy
passion fruit juice!

We walked over, so of course were sweaty by the time we arrived, but 10 minutes in a highly air-conditioned room cured that pretty quickly.  About half of us got dolled up for the event.  Dresses, hair done, the works.  I do love a good excuse to dress up. 

Talk, surprisingly, did not center around people’s going home.  (I think we’ve all hashed that topic out enough in the past month, sheesh).  Nor did we dwell on memories of our time here.  This was also nice- none of us really got sappy.  I think the people returning to the US are just too excited to be completely bummed, and those of us who are staying are already starting to look towards the arrival of the next bunch of students.  

The topics of dinner conversation included: how excited we were to eat, Lady Gaga (of course), picture taking (everyone wanted a group shot), mail (thanks mom and dad!), borrowing clothes from parents, and jokes.  Here’s one I read on FB: ‘Why does the ocean roar?’  ‘Well, if you had crabs crawling all over your bottom, you’d roar too!’  Hehe. 

Picture/shadow fun on the way home.

On the whole, good food and good company.  Am I bummed that many of these people are leaving?  Yes.  Am I excited for next semester?  Yes!  Especially getting to see my family in less than a month?  Heck yes! 

Goodbye and good luck to those who are returning to the States!