The final picture

So, about a year after the donkey made his way to Salamanca with the exam scripts, the diploma finally arrived in the mail one day, when my Thpanish-thpeaking adventure had already faded into just a memory. But here is visual confirmation that I didn't make it all up. I wasn't dry-blogging from the Castro the whole time:



And yes, I am also a Fellow of the American Statistical Association. But that was in a past life, and it all seems so very far away now.

In the words of L.P. Hartley (the famous opening line of The Go-Between, a book I finally got around to reading this past November) -

The past is a foreign country : they do things differently there.

I can think of no better way to close this blog for good. Gracias por leerlo!