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Life starts to slowly go back to my pre-Andres college life. I go back to waiting tables at La Fiesta, the Mexican restaurant where I have worked for two years. I pick up as many doubles as I can, anxious to pay off some of my Spain credit card debt.
Nolan, Cara, and I fall back into our old routines with midday study sessions, dinners together— usually consisting of cheap processed pasta—and regular visits to our favorite bars. All is as it was before Spain—that is, except for the constant, sad ache in my heart that I try desperately to ignore while I go about my day.
I text Andres every day. We also message each other, FaceTime, and chat on the phone every couple of days. Andres has gone back to school, and he is taking extra credit hours in an attempt to catch up. It’s challenging
