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We were picking our suitcases up when my mum phoned me. She was already waiting outside the gate with my dad and Jaime´s parents. We put our Canadian flags around the neck and we passed through the gate like we were winners. I hugged my mum after three months since she visited me in Toronto. I didn´t cry... basically because I couldn´t believe it. I was happy because I was with all the Spanadians but I didn´t have that knot in my stomach that used to make us cry. I saw all my friends´ families and that made me realize that was the end of our trip. People had to take trains and even planes to arrive home. I had to say bye to modt of them... people who I spent a lot of moments with, that understood me when I was in my worst. I hate saying goodbye...

I arrived in Ocaña and my mum made salmorejo, jamón and croquetas for me. After that, I took a nap after being 30 hours without sleeping. Later at night I got ready to see my family and my friends. Again, my friends got a surprise party for me... they blinded me and we went to my friends house. I couldn´t wait longer to hug them. We ate, drank and danced for a long time. I couldn´t have asked for a better night.

I also saw a lot of people in my class as well as a lot of people I knew. I ran towards them and I hugged everybody. I also cried, as I couldn´t believe I was finally with them, I was finally at home.