28th day. Arrivals to Spain.

The plane was landing at 10.25 London time, and that was another goodbye. During the time we had waiting for the next flight, the people who were flying to Madrid and the ones flying to Barcelona had to say goodbye. Another sad moment. Perfect.

The plane to Madrid was taking off at 14.25, and the one to Barcelona, at 15.25. So, after crying and crying for a long time, the ones who went to Barcelona just sat there and waited for the right time. 

In our boarding gate, we met a really important Spanish sportswoman, Arantxa Sanchez Vicario, who plays tennis really good, and has won 4 Olympic Medals. 

We got to the plane, who was really short thinking of the one from Washington. In two hours, we were in Barcelona. And then, of course, another goodbye had to happen. Some of us live near Barcelona, so we didn't have to catch any more planes or trains, but the people living in the Basque Country, Valencia and a girl from Madrid had to wait for their next trip, some of them spending the night in Barcelona. 

When I got home, I already had messages and emails from the people I had met, both Russian and Spanish!!

And that was the end of the trip. After 28 days, everything had to go back to normal, except from everything we've learnt, everyone we've met, everything we've seen... It's been an amazing experience, and we've won lots of things from it. And I'm really happy that I've had the opportunity to do it. 

27th day. Trip back home.

It's been a little more than a week since I got home, but I still have to explain my trip back to Spain. 

I woke up later than everyday, at seven. I could've woken up at ten or later, but I wanted to get to the hotel soon and say goodbye to the Russian students again, without knowing it won't be the last time. 

We got to the hotel at 8.30, and I started saying goodbye for the second time. But then, when we all had tears falling from our eyes, the leaders decided some Spanish students could go spend the morning with the Russians, because there had been a change in plans and they were coming back for lunch. 

So I went, with three other Spanish girls. I spent all the morning with them, speaking English and having a great time. We went hiking to a forest. And when we got back, we only had an hour before the bus got to the hotel and we left. So we said goodbye again. 

But, of course, something had to happen. The bus was too hours late!! We couldn't believe it!! We waited in the lobby until four 'clock, when the bus finally arrived, and we said goodbye again, now for real. Everyone was crying, Russians, Spanish, the leaders...

But then the real problem came to our minds. Two hours late. What happened if we missed the flight? Everyone started to imagine what would happen if we missed the plane, but, luckily, we didn't. 

We go to the airport at nine, and the plane took off at 10.20. We had to run across the airport, laughing but afraid to miss the flight. But we got there in time. 

The 7-hours flight was at night, so most of us slept all the time or watched some of the movies.