Title may change if I think up of a better one. Plot suggestions always welcomed.

Set right after Belly and Jeremiah broke off the engagement and wedding, she had a hard time talking with the Fisher boys without the awkwardness surrounding their situation. She hears about an opportunity to travel to Spain and study abroad, which she hurriedly signs up for. This story starts her junior year of college when she gets on the plane from the United States to Spain.

"Now boarding flight 47 from Washington, D.C. to Barcelona, Spain." An older woman announced over the echoing intercom. This was my connecting flight; my last one until I reached my destination in Barcelona, Spain where I would be staying for the next 142 days.

I wasn't really sure if what I was doing was crazy, especially for me, but I had decided to branch out from the norm ever since the day I was supposed to get married.

It kind of came suddenly to me. I had been walking back to my dorm late one night after studying in the library for a physics exam, when I saw a bulletin board full of international opportunities. They all sounded interesting, but the one that really caught my eye was Spain. There was a small brochure that was filled with the most beautiful Spanish architecture and cityscapes.

I was so excited that I immediately got on my laptop back at my dorm and researched it more. Anika wasn't absolutely thrilled when I first told her, but that was only because it was past midnight.

Of all the sights I wanted to see and the culture that I wanted to submerse myself into, the part of my trip that I was most looking forward to was the Camino de Santiago. It was a pilgrimage that you could start in many locations, but they all ended up in the same place: the cathedral in Galicia, Spain. I was planning on taking the Silver Route (or Via de la Plata) from which I could start in Granada, Spain, but that adventure was going to have to wait for March to roll around, or Marzo.

For the time being, I was just concerned about what was going on with Conrad. Or, well, I was trying to not be concerned with Conrad.

Conrad Fisher. He was the guy who always had my heart, even when I didn't want him to. He tried talking to me a couple weeks after the wedding was called off, but I ignored every message.

When our families got together for small holiday events I would talk with him like a distant friend. Not one you talk to all the time, not one you despise, but nonetheless one you didn't want to spend a whole day with. That was how things were for the next year. I did have to tell him to stop calling me because I had no interest in talking to him, and he finally listened. I figured he had gotten a new girlfriend, but part of me didn't care.

I did want to talk to him though, to confide my lingering feelings for him, but I couldn't. Not only because I was trying to deny their existence, but also because of Jere. It's not like I could end an engagement on my wedding day and jump into the arms of my ex-fiancé's brother. That just made the whole situation more triangular-y.

If there is to be a future with Conrad Fisher, it will have to wait. Wait till I get back from Spain, the Camino, and perhaps even college all together.

This time, he was going to spend his time pining for me. I am no longer the young Belly Conklin that latched onto every word and promise of Conrad Fisher. I am Isabel Conklin; ready to explore and searching for my great adventure.

So I have read a lot of Summer Series fanfictions and most of the negative (or slightly negative) reviews say a lot of what the true books negative reviews say: that Belly needs to grow up more and act like an adult. While I agree, I also believe that we handle a lot of our own situations in the same manner. Maybe not the same decisions, but they can seem occasionally childish to some people's eyes. Regardless, I decided that when writing my own fanfiction of this story I would try to make Belly grow up a little and become more daring.

Hope you enjoy and review, review, review! Happy reading – Namaste xo