No one fights harder or loves stronger than a Spanish family. Spaniards are extremely passionate and open. Sometimes I get overwhelmed hearing the arguments between my host mom and my host brother. However, every time it seems like they’re fighting, they smile afterward, laugh and say “Qué tonto eres” (How silly you are). And just like that, it’s over.
Seeing how connected the families here are has made me homesick for my own family. Here, family is one of the most important aspects of life. Given the weak economy, family members rely on each other to survive. Grandparents watch over their grandkids. Children stay in the house until they're 30, sometimes. Every meal is eaten together.
Before leaving for Spain, I never imagined how much I would miss my family. At Calvin, I was constantly too pre-occupied to truly feel their absence in my life. However, after spending five months in the house of another family, I grew to realize all the things that make my own family special.
I love the way my dad’s eyes twinkle and crinkle when he smiles. I miss my Jesus talks with my mom. I look forward to my brother’s amazing homemade ice cream or whatever newest culinary concoction he’s invented.
My family is quirky and weird, but it’s thoroughly and completely mine. Although it’s cheesy, it’s so true that these are the people who will stand by your side from thick and thin. I’m so blessed with such an amazing and loving family, and I can’t wait to see them again soon.