This is the last day I will sleep in fear of missing the alarm, missing breakfast and being last on the bus.
This is the last day I will start my day with summer fling by Afrojack, with this group of people.
This is the last day I have to do some weird yoga pose to sleep on the bus.
This is the last day I will be in Spain, well for a little while at least.
It is the last day (of this europe trip) where I will explore foreign streets in a large family group.
It is the last time I will be alerted to an upcoming stop with a song called wege wege that sounds like wakey wakey.
It is however, not the last time I will share laughs with new friends (especially Gertrude).
It is not the last time I will be a contiki family member.
It is not the last time I remember to look out the window.
And it is not the last time I live life and don’t let fear be the dictator in my kingdom.
It is the last time for now, but nothing is forever.