Monday again. But the last Monday. We are leaving tomorrow, Tuesday, or at least the Spanish ones.
Today's been the Graduation Day. We first had our presentations, we had to present our projects in front of everyone. Some of us did a poster, some of us a PowerPoint with pictures... It was nice.
Then they gave us our diplomas, with our marks in the EFCELT, the test we took last week. Then we had cake, we took lots of pictures and had an hour of free time before going to the 17th Street to do the Talent Show. Everyone must do something, but nobody wanted to do it alone, so all the Spanish students danced and sang something together, while the Russian ones did the same thing. We had a great time, and then they just let us go wherever we wanted until five in the afternoon, when we were supposed to meet at the hotel to take the bus back home.
And then was when the sadness started. We had to say bye to all the Russian people, except the ones living with each of us, of course. And then was when teardrops started to fall. I told goodbye to my Russian friends, and I told them how much would I miss them. I felt so sad... We promised we will talk by email and by Skype.
But then we had to go, take the bus, go back home. Have the last dinner here and finishe the suitcase.
Then we watched the movie Something borrowed again. We've watched it almost three times already here!