With songs of reindeer and the notoriously comercialised white bearded chap blasting from every store’s corner, comes the beginning of inevitable goodbyes. Fortunately, this one involved the best sangria I’ve had in my life. Lunch was filled with loud laughter as we shamelessly conversed about topics that raised a few eyebrows. We were obnoxiously candid in a manner that we can only be amongst ourselves. Tomorrow she boards her flight, and in two weeks I board mine. Lunch was fairly pleasant with the many memorable slices of pizza. And the guacamole, (pauses for pleasant guac memory) is in a league of its own. Dessert, though it photographed well, was like having store bought ice cream after a slice of the best chocolate cake imaginable. Superfluously basic.