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.