My roommates also decided to host a despedida involving lots of grilled meats, cumbia and the Uruguayan love of dance. I was told to feel special since they didn't do anything for a German exchange student when he left. So, though I haven't left the country... I am already missing this place.
PS: Now that I have left the country, it was pure bad luck that there was a strike on the main buses the day that I had to go to the airport. Because of this, many people that had planned on going to the airport were unable to. Right before I left, the remaining people of the residence who did not have class prepared a signed flag as a going-away present (I was shoo'ed away many times, not knowing why I couldn't go to a certain area of the residence).
And almost like a movie-style transformation, instead of backing up when people did the "hug and kiss" thing like I did when my mentor's wife first greeted me, I full-heartedly reciprocated. This was the perfect way to end the three months here.
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