Easter is very important in Spain, because the majority of Spaniards are Catholic. There was literally a week of processions. Each day various churches lead a procession carrying a Biblical figure. On Friday night I went to see the procession of Mary and on Sunday as I was walking home from church I saw the larger procession. The atmosphere was quite solemn on Friday, but happy on Sunday. Although it was a strange experience for me, I think it's good that Spain makes an effort to reflect on the real meaning of Easter, whereas in the UK all we really seem to do is pig out on chocolate.
As my year abroad is drawing to a close, I've come to realise what I take for granted in life. In the past I've felt negative about the UK as a nation and it's attitude towards the rest of the world. However, I've come to realise how I probably couldn't live in Spain for longer because of how much I miss my family and friends back home. I also miss the simple things like vegetarian food, central heating, drinkable tap water, orderly queues, good customer service, effective recycling facilities and Easter eggs! I know that now I'm probably taking some things for granted here and I'll miss them when I'm gone, such as the relaxed lifestyle, the cheap cost of living and the beach.
Most importantly, I've learnt how difficult teaching and hospitality are and I now realise how much I've taken my teachers or anyone who has shown me hospitality for granted. I've started to think that maybe you can't ever really fully appreciate something that someone has done for you until you yourself have done it for someone else.