It is hard to believe that our time in Spain is coming to an end. We have spent the past two weeks immersed in a new culture and learning about the country, international social work, and ourselves. For many of us, it was the first time we had traveled abroad. All the preparation and anxiety that preceded our arrival had given way to a sense of belonging in this city, among our host families, and with each other. Although we are now headed back to our individual lives in our different cities and circumstances, we have all been changed by this shared experience.
As I told my roommate this morning, I dislike endings. I knew that at some point, between the packing and the plane ride, a sadness would come. The most memorable experiences often pass by too quickly, and this was a trip like no other. For our final breakfast in Alicante, we had croissants, cookies, coffee, and one last Tokke bar to go (this was a daily routine – our host mom, Ana, never let us go hungry or leave without a snack). After breakfast, we sat in the living room with Ana one last time, talking about the coming weeks and our hope to visit Alicante again soon. Then it was time to go.
After a slightly chaotic bus ride, we arrived at the airport. From there, seven of us began what would be an equally chaotic and exhausting trip through six time zones back to Florida. Our first flight out of Alicante left 30 minutes late, leaving us scrambling to get to our international flight out of Madrid on time. We made it with a little time to spare and settled in for the 10-hour flight to Miami. My seat mate told me that he was flying home from Spain, where he had previously lived and met his wife of 25 years. His adventures in Spain also began with a study abroad (though his lasted a full year)!
We arrived in Miami and experienced a range of emotions as our final flight to Tampa was delayed by almost three hours, then changed to 15 minutes late, then an hour and a half late, before finally departing about 20 minutes after the originally scheduled time. We were exhausted as we slowly made our way to baggage claim in Tampa where we waited… until the belt stopped moving and we realized that none of our luggage had made it onto the flight.
We continue waiting, hoping for the return of our belongings and souvenirs. Despite the less-than-stellar return journey and the uncertainty surrounding the lost bags, I still feel so grateful. This has been the experience of a lifetime. We have all made new friends from Tampa to San Francisco, Alicante, and other parts of Spain. We learned about social work, health care, education, and advocacy in a different context; now we can bring those lessons back with us to strengthen our work at home. Many of us have been reminded why we chose to pursue a career in social work or related fields. As we look back on the photos, review our travel journals, and begin working on our research papers, we will continue to bear witness to the impacts that international social work has on our lives and those that we hope to serve. I hope to continue the conversations and reflection-style discussions with everyone over the coming months and years as we each continue our academic and professional careers. Maybe we will even see each other again in Alicante someday.
A special thanks to Dr. Joshi, Dr. Carrion, Cynthia, Armando, Vinayak, and all the agencies who helped make this trip possible and provided us with these unforgettable experiences!