So long, Andrea.

The 22nd of December was a day with contradictory feelings: I was very happy, because I was going back home, but I was very sad, too, because I won't see my friend Andrea in a very long time.
He is "the Italian guy," and I've been hanging around with him all semester.

We went together, with Rita, to Las Vegas and Chicago, and he tried to watch some musicals for my sake, even though we decided at last that he had tried enough.
He called me "Goda," because he says I am a little bossy, and I am always right. Rita invented "Goda," which is a Spanglish word. In Spanish, to make the femenin of a word, we usually add an "a," so it means goddess.I was his Secret Santa, and he gave me a movie, "Shall we dance." He knows me very well.
I will miss him very much, especially having lunch with him and Rita, and talking about how bad is the food at Hubble, which he pronounced without the "h" sound.


I also loved how he pronounced my name, Yolanda. I enjoyed every moment with him, and I am very grateful to have known him.

I hope we can keep our promises and meet each other again this summer, in Barcelona. But until then, so long, Andrea.