I can't believe I've made it this far. Six weeks of being all alone in Europe with my crazy ass family and very little English to sustain even the most mediocre of conversations has really gotten to me. An obvious tip for travelers; before you visit a foreign country, learn it's damn language or your visit will suck! I can't wait to go home and actually be able to engage in conversation without looking over at my cousins (who speak average English) to translate everything for me. Things are gonna be great, I can just tell. But dude, the flight back is going to be ridiculous. I have to be at Aeroporto at five in the morning since my flight leaves at seven, and then it's a two hour flight to Madrid where I'll be chilling for a good THREE FUCKING HOURS. What the hell am I supposed to do in an airport for three hours? Eat my heart out and buy pointless souvenirs? No thank you. I'd rather get home as soon as possible. Not to mention that once I arrive in Philadelphia from Madrid I'll have to wait another three fucking hours. Dammit. At least I'll be in a country that speaks a language I know. That's always nice. But this trip, dude. It was just too much. Literally. Six weeks for a summer trip is way too long. Three weeks would've been nice, but six?! Fuck that shit. Never again. Next time I'M ordering the fucking tickets. Six weeks. Pfft. What were they thinking?