Reunited with Granada

Two years later and I was reunited with the city that made me fall in love with Spain and traveling, Granada. I had an hour and a half flight from Barcelona to the tiny airport outside of Granada. My flight was at 7:30am so that was fantastic but it took me about 3 minutes to get through security and then I was on the flight. I got this super giddy and excited feeling when I walked off the plane and was surrounded by the Sierra Nevadas. It was crazy to think that a little over two years ago I got off this plane and was so scared. This time around it felt like a homecoming and nothing but pure excitement.

The Granada airport is tiny, it only had four gates. Leaving the baggage claim area I remembered how excited I was when my Dad came to visit and I was standing waiting for him to exit through those doors when he arrived. It seemed like just the other day. I took the convenient bus from the airport to the center of the city for an easy 3 euro. It was on the bus when I was the most excited, seeing the old familiar views and streets. It felt like I never left, it was a very eerie feeling. Realizing that the city keeps living and life there goes on even after you have left it. Either way I grabbed my backpack and got off the bus and first made my way to a little bakery because I was hungry. I got a coffee and one of my favorite pastries with chocolate in the middle. First thing that I noticed while walking around in Granada again, was how small it was. After living in Barcelona it just felt so tiny, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing.

Then I took a quick walk by my favorite cathedral and it first sight it put the biggest smile on my face. It is just so grand, it would always leaving me gazing up in its beauty. I used to purposely cut by the cathedral everyday on the way to class.

But along with the happiness of seeing the cathedral, it was soon gone when I discovered that my favorite bar/restaurant was closed and now something new. Two years ago, my closest friends and I would go there every Thursday after siesta time to meet for buckets of beer and patatas bravas. It was a tradition and I couldn’t believe it was gone. I told Jen and Shan and they couldn’t believe it. Another one of our favorite places was closed, Mundo Manila. We would go there to get these giant beers and it had this cool hippie feel which I loved. I guess it would have been pretty ignorant of me to believe that nothing would have changed in the two years since we have left, but it still was pretty sad.

On a brighter note, for lunch I went to my favorite tapas bar, Antiguallas. It was my favorite basically because they gave you so much food and they had just amazing French fries. I would always go there and the bartender would always recognize me and give me and my friend’s free shots. Well when I walked in my favorite bartender happened to be working and he instantly remembered me! It was a great feeling. We talked about what I had been up too and how he was doing. It was great to see that at least something was the same in the city since I had left. He gave me a free shot for old time sake and then we got a picture together. It was a great moment and I told him that this place was always my favorite.

After lunch I went and checked in at my hostel, Granada Inn Backpackers. Which is in a perfect central location and I had a great time there. I would recommend it. The staff were friendly and helpful and my bed was quite comfortable!

I met up later with my La Crosse friends who were finishing up their last week studying abroad in Granada. We went tapas hoping and later went to Chupiteria 69, a shot bar, on the same block that I used to live on. Then we went to Camborio which was one of my favorite clubs since it has fantastic views of the Alhambra all light up at night. It was a great time but it was not the same without my old friends from two years ago. I really did miss that old group.

Mirador de San Nicolas

Well after that first night I did not see my La Crosse friends again that weekend, which was kind of disappointing but I made the most of it and made some friends at the hostel. It is so interesting the people you meet and hearing their stories. I also did a lot of walking around by myself. Seeing some of my old favorite spots and just enjoying the city. I went up to the Mirador de San Nicolas to take in the magnificent views of the city and the Alhambra. I also walked up to the Alhambra as well. It felt like just the other day I was touring these spots for the first time. It truly felt like I hadn’t left. I bought the kids back in Barcelona two snow globes which Mireia ended up loving but Robert not so much, whoops. I bought the parents a little magnet of Granada since they have a collection of magnets from all different cities. I couldn’t resist and bought myself a Universidad de Granada sweatshirt. I didn’t see a problem in owning two considering one was back in America!

Friday night I stayed in, to be quite honest I was dead from the night before. After another day of walking around Saturday I decided to join in on my Hostel’s sangria party, if you could call it a party. I pretty much was hanging out at a table by myself with a beer and my phone and three other kids sat literally right next to me and asked me to join them. And who says making friends is hard? The two dudes were from Manchester and the girl was from Canada. Then a girl traveling by herself from Boston joined us who was also Janel and a dude from Latvia and Germany. We went to some bars that night and I swear I did not pay for one drink. No complaints there. It was one of the best nights I have had out since coming back to Europe and luckily I wasn’t too dead the next day.

Classic Granada shot thinger

On Sunday I grabbed lunch with my new friend Janel and then I rested a little until I had to head to the baby airport. I was quite tired and had to endure one hell of a landing since it was raining in Barcelona. All of sudden the plane did this massive dip and a lot of people started screaming. I instantly grabbed my arm rests. I never used to be afraid of flying but now I always get this weird feeling before taking off and landing. This experience did not help with that, but oh well I survived.

It was a good weekend! It brought back some old memories but I hope one day I can go back with Jen and Shan, now that would be the dream.

Time to celebrate Christmas in Barcelona! Bring on the holidays.

Thanksgiving in Spain

The holidays are here… well kind of. WHERE IS THE SNOW?! Obviously I knew coming to Spain for the second time that Thanksgiving or Dia de accion de gracias is not celebrated here and I was mentally prepared for this. Also I knew there wouldn’t be snow, but to be honest it feels less like the holidays without a crap ton of snow. I guess that is the Midwest spirit in me.

When I was in Granada for Thanksgiving two years ago I remember it being one of the hardest days for me, I was completely homesick. To be quite honest this Thanksgiving (my second one away from home) wasn’t bad at all, I actually had a great day celebrating with my second family here. Montse was very excited to experience an American Thanksgiving. She ordered a turkey and everything! I said that I would cook the turkey. To be honest waking up yesterday I was pretty nervous because obviously I wanted them to love the food and I wanted it to close to what I am used too.

So I woke up around 9:00, the turkey was picked up that morning from the butcher and was already de-thawed. I had to run to Mercadona (the grocery store) which is like two minutes away to buy some celery and whipped cream. Otherwise I had everything that I needed. I got some of the stuffing ready first and then cleaned the turkey. I slapped some butter on that bad boy and then some salt and pepper. I actually have made a turkey before. Two years ago in La Crosse I had to make one for my work party and it turned out well! I stuffed the cavity with stuffing, converted the temperature from Fahrenheit to Celsius and put the turkey in the oven! It would take about 3 hours to cook so I figured it would be done around 1:30ish.

After an hour of the turkey cooking the Spanish apartment began to smell like home. Oh it was amazing and it made me ridiculously happy. It smelt like I was sitting on the couch with my Dad watching the parade and my Mom was working in the kitchen teasing us with the aroma of dinner to come. Soon Montse came home with some Thanksgiving decorations she got at the nearby American store. Montse’s parents also came and the kids got to get out of school early. Luckily Montse’s mother was there. She is a great cook and was able to help me make the gravy and to make sure the turkey was completely done.

Everyone loved the stuffing that cooked inside the turkey. I told them that that was the best part. It turned out quite well and enjoyed the food. I feel as though I was the toughest judge since I am used to eating the amazing food of my Mom and Aunt’s but I was quite satisfied with how everything turned out, especially the turkey!

Now that Thanksgiving is over, I can now officially start to listen to Christmas music. Although it doesn’t really feel like Christmas time considering it is still 65 degrees here. Barcelona does have Christmas lights and trees up throughout the city. They are beautiful.

Nonetheless So begins the Holiday season for me in Spain and while it may be difficult at some points… I am in Spain! I will get over it.

Camp Nou, FC Barca, and Messi making history

Futbol, Football, Soccer… whatever you say and whatever you think of it, you cannot deny the greatness that is Lionel Messi. You cannot deny the greatness of FC Barcelona, one of the greatest teams with one hell of a history. I may not be on the same level as some European fans when it comes to futbol, but I enjoy the sport and appreciate its history and culture.

Now one of my biggest regrets from my semester abroad in Granada was not going to a futbol match. Even if it was Granada’s team… Either way I missed out. After this summer and watching the World Cup in Rio, I knew that I had to make it to a game this time around. Especially living in Barcelona.

Well it was Friday night and Monste casually told me that tomorrow she had to study and that Jaume would take the kids and me to the FC Barcelona game, if I wanted to go. YES. Of course I wanted to go! Jaume’s father has season tickets and so that was that, tomorrow we would be going to the game. Ok ok, I am mentally prepared to see some of the greatest names in the game. Not to mention that Messi was on the cusp of breaking the record for most goals scored in La Liga.

So it was Saturday, not going to lie I was pretty dead from going out the night before but I sucked it up and drank some water. The kids were all excited for the game, singing and chanting in their Barca jerseys. I once told them that Pique was my boyfriend so there were plenty of chants along the lines of Pique and Janel, boyfriend and girlfriend. The family had a Barca scarf that they let me wear and then we were ready to go. Jaume’s father also has a premiere parking spot because I am not kidding when I say that we parked literally 20 feet from our gate. Which to me was so odd because there is no way you could ever pull a stunt like that at a Packers or Brewers game. We went to a face painting booth where the kids (and me) got our faces painted.

Walking into Camp Nou was an overwhelming experience. I have never been to a giant profession futbol stadium and Wow, was it huge. I was instantly overwhelmed by its size and was temporarily blinded by the fluorescent lighting. Our seats were on the second tier and pretty much at midfield. The players were out on the field warming up and I saw my boy Pique along with Messi, Neymar, Suarez, and Xavi. The players then went off the field and returned later to shake hands with the other team.

Around the 20^th minute Messi scored his 251^st goal in La Liga and then tied the record with Telmo Zarra. Camp Nou went crazy to say the least. Everyone started chanting Messi, waving flags, and bowing. It was an amazing feeling that could be felt throughout the crowd. Neymar then got a header and later Rakitic would score for a 3-1 lead. It was around the 72^nd minute when history was made and Messi would score to break the Record. He was immediately surrounded by his teammates who tossed him in the air while the crowd at Camp Nou broke out into chaos. Messi was not done for the night though, he struck another goal which just sealed the deal that he is the best of the best.

Blurry but the players throwing Messi in the air after breaking the record

To say the least my first professional futbol game was memorable and history making. One of my favorite moments I have had thus far and I couldn’t thank my host family enough for taking me with.

The click

What a fantastic week it was. I finally felt like this week everything just clicked and was perfect. The kids are finally super comfortable with me and I had this feeling of being at home. Everything just felt right.

I have been here almost three months now and I am not saying I haven’t enjoyed it so far, it’s just that things are easier and smoother now. I feel so comfortable with the city, my family, and overall my decision to become an Au pair.

The first month or so I was constantly thinking “Was this the right decision?” “What are you doing?!” “What about a real job?”.

These questions don’t haunt me anymore. There is no place I’d rather be. I have the rest of my life to sit behind a desk. Listening and speaking in Spanish, experiencing the culture, trying new foods… This beats any $30,000 a year salary. I’m fine with my 70 euro a week at the moment.

And I finally feel a connection with the kids. I no longer feel like a stranger but instead maybe an older sister. It’s a great feeling and although this doesn’t mean everything’s perfect from here on out, it does mean that now I know how to handle it.

A taste of Fall

And here I am at my second Halloween in Spain. I am pretty lucky and privileged to be saying that to begin with. Nonetheless Halloween here is best described as a poor attempt in comparison to Halloween in America. Some of my favorite memories of my childhood was going out for hours at night running from house to house collecting as much candy as I can and of course dressing up! My elementary school would put on a party each year for the parents and the kids. I still remember perfectly staying at the kindergarten classroom and trying my best at the cake walk until I won at least twice.

But this is one of the best parts of being abroad, is to see how other people celebrate these holidays and what they think about them.

Halloween as we all know fell on a Friday this year. This weekend the family planned to go to their house up in the Pyrenees less than a mile from the French border, which sounded perfect to me. I checked the weather for Puigcerda (where the house is) and it was in the mid 60’s which sounded perfect to me after this Indian Summer in Barcelona. I went and picked up the kids from school and the parents got home around 4 and then we were off. The kids were passed out sleeping in the car so I just listened to my ipod and enjoyed the amazing views through the mountains and tunnels on the way there. Little villages tucked within the mountains with ancient bell towers and amazing backdrops of the mountains. It’s at moments like these where I feel like I am in a movie.

This weekend is very busy up in the Puigcerda because everyone comes up to their vacation houses here to clean them and get ready for the winter season. Also since it is Halloween weekend a lot of families come up to the mountains as well and celebrate on Saturday (weird, I know). We stopped at Puigcerda to buy some pizzas for dinner. Don’t get me wrong the pizza is good, but sometimes the toppings are just not what I am craving. For example we had a pizza with some type of fish in it. It was not my favorite to say the least. But there was another one with Spanish jamon and pineapple which was delicious. Shortly after dinner the kids and parents went to bed while I stayed up for another hour or so listening to music and reading a book. I felt comfortable under a giant comforter with light from the moon shining in on my room and the mountains outside. Nothing wrong with a relaxing night in.

The next day I slept in till about 9am and showered. Later that night for Dinner a couple who were family friends were coming over with their two kids for a little Halloween celebration. But before that Jaume and I went on a bike ride with the kids while Montse studied. She is currently getting her Master’s in business communications so she needed some peace and quiet. A bike ride was perfect. We biked through the golf club and the beautiful houses that surround it. The mountains were a perfect backdrop with changing leaves and crisp air. I have been longing for a cool breeze and fall weather. I honestly felt like I was back in La Crosse, if La Crosse had bluffs that were 20 times as big. I told Mireia how was I was little we would rake the leaves into big piles and jump into them. She couldn’t believe me! Her English is vastly improving and now we have entire conversations in English. I even caught her saying “Holy cow” this weekend. She said she learned it from me since I always say it. That girl amazes me every day. After we got back, I showed the kids how to carve a pumpkin since they have never done it before, I know I didn’t believe it either. Of course they loved taking out the guts and then I told them that you could eat the seeds and they were so surprised. I carved the one pumpkin and it turned out pretty good. Then I showed the kids the pictures of my parents perfectly done giant carved pumpkins of a wolf and a pirate which put mine to shame.

We then put up some fake cob web decorations and painted the kid’s faces. Mireia is not a girly girl by all means. She wanted to be something scary and when her mother suggested a cute witch hat she refused. Either way the kids got all dressed up and then the family friends arrived. The kids were also wearing little costumes and brought some candy over. Trick or treating does happen here but it is not on the same level as America. Only a couple houses actually have candy and the kids only go to 3 or 4 houses unlike in America where you try to go to as many as possible. Either way I walked with the kids to a couple houses and after about a half hour we went back home and they were so excited with their 10 candies each which would have made me cry if that was all the candy I got on Halloween when I was little. We got back I watched the kids upstairs in the rec room while they played Wii and then the kids I ate. I ate with the adults which I was super excited about because they decided to have fajitas! They were pretty good and we also had guacamole and chips along with a Coronita. A coronita is a Corona beer in Spain. Why the different name you ask? Because the Royalty of Spain had the company change the name in order to not be associated with the monarchy.

The other couple that joined us were very nice. The husband was the head director of a hospital while the wife was a Surgeon. They told me how they have actually been to Wisconsin before and I honestly could not believe them. They said they visited the USA and went to New York and Wisconsin. How random! But they said they loved it which made me very happy. After the fajitas we had some desserts which are very common here during Halloween. They are called Panellets which is catalan for little bread. They are basically small sweets or cookies in a round shape and are covered in almonds and sugar usually. They were so damn good. I had about 4 of them. When dinner and dessert ended around 10:30pm the kids were tired along with me and the other family said their goodbyes and left. I instantly fell asleep after that day.

On Sunday we had some snacks and then lunch and after headed back to Barcelona. It was a good relaxing weekend and I will never get sick of those mountain views! Hopefully the next time we come back the mountains will be snow covered.

and she is out

 

 

 

 

Au Pair life: day by day

Being an au pair is a great experience and I do highly recommend it, hoping that you get a family who is a right fit for you. But I have experienced a lot of frustrations and days where I get really pissed off.

Here are some things that are hard and frustrating about being an Au Pair:

– There are many days where I feel like a pack mule. For instance when I pick up the kids from school and they just throw their bags, jackets, and books at me without even a hello. That can be especially upsetting and can make you feel less than what you should be to them.

– When the kids have trash they will just shove it in my hand and walk away. I’m pretty sure if I ever did that to my Mom she would through it back at me and tell me to go throw it away myself. The kids also do this to their mother here so then it doesn’t make me feel like it’s just me, but it is still very rude.

– Somedays the kids can be just flat out mean. Especially the boy, who is 8 years old. For example yesterday he got home from basketball practice so I say Hey how was practice then he looks at me and sticks out his tongue and tells me to shut up (but in Spanish). In the beginning of my time here I was like ok whatever I won’t talk to you again, but lately the parents have been on my case about speaking English constantly and always talking with them. Well how am I supposed to talk with them if this horrible boy doesn’t respect me enough to look me in the eyes. So now I just keep bugging him and speaking English until the point where he will kick me under the table or some other outward act. It is extremely frustrating.

– Now I know sibling fighting is a thing, I have an older brother how could I forget, but these kids take it to a whole other level. I am not exaggerating when I say these two kids are angels when they are separate and when there parents are not around. It is so bizarre. When the boy is alone with me (this is rare) he will be calm and really try to practice English with me to the point where he doesn’t want to stop. If his sister is there though there is absolutely no hope. He is screaming, fighting, and yelling constantly just to get attention whatever way he can. The girl will provoke him every once and a while, which is to be expected but he is usually the problem when it comes to starting fights. I have never met a kid like him and it is really hard to try and control and teach him something when he wont listen to me.

– When I take away something from the kids, like the remote or a toy sometimes they will freak out and go run to their Mom to tell on me. It’s funny because every time the Mom or Father will say No Janel is right and you need to stop. I think this just shows how the kids don’t understand that I am not their peer, I am someone who has authority over them.

– Here is my biggest frustration: they don’t listen to me (when they are together). After being here for about two months I know how much time they should watch Tv and what they should be doing and what they shouldn’t. If I tell the boy no (in the calmest nicest way possible) he will freak out. Scream, yell, run away, and even hit me when I tell him no. It is absolutely absurd. Sometimes I have to physically drag him or take something away from him. Usually kids will give in after threatening them to take away something but not this boy. Oh heck no. And it isn’t just with me either, he is also like this with the parents.

And here is why this is so difficult especially for an Au pair: if my main job is to teach you English, how can I possibly do that if you can’t even be controlled?

I don’t know, I’m still figuring it out.

The girl is my life saver, she listens, she understands, and she respects me. Granted she does have her bad days, which is alright but she is a bright and intelligent girl. As for now I keep working with the boy day by day but I focus my attention on her because with her I can actually make some progress when it comes to speaking English. Becoming an Au Pair is truly a gamble when it comes to what kind of kids and family you get. It could always be worse and I have to keep remembering that.

Amigos de Granada

Me, Kyle, and Tyler Reunited!

This past weekend I had some friends that are currently studying abroad in Granada come visit Barcelona. I have been looking forward to this weekend for a while now, mostly because I knew it was going to be nice to see some familiar faces. I have known these two boys for about two-three years now. We had spanish classes together at UW-L and I was always telling them that if they studied abroad they had to go to Granada.

Fountain Light show

I met up with them Friday evening and I showed them the water front and the famous Ramblas walkway. I suggested we go to the free Fountain light show which takes place on the weekends for free. It is in Placa de Espayna and it has fountains leading up to the biggest one which would glow different colors and shoot water high up to the beat of music. There were hundreds of people crowded around to the catch the show. We made our way up to the top of the hill to see the fountain from below. The views of Barcelona up above at night are breathtaking. Then we ended up grabbing a couple beers later that night at this cool underground bar. It’s called the Black Sheep but in Catalan of course. It is like a big hall with huge tables and plenty of people to fill them. We played some fooseball there, which is super popular in Spain, and talked with some people from Australia, New Zealand, and Belgium. There are all sorts of travelers that go to this bar and it was great talking to them and hearing their stories. At 3 am we finally headed back since we knew the next day we would be touring the Sagrada Familia.

It costs about 15 euro to tour the inside of the Sagrada Familia. I have seen the outside before but I was saving this weekend to be the first time I actually went inside. The boys were amazed by how huge the Sagrada Familia is and honestly the second time seeing it I was just as taken back at it’s beauty the second time. We waited in Line to get our tickets which took about 15 minutes and then waited about 45 minutes for our entry time at 5pm. We got some gelato at a nearby place and then sat in front of the church enjoying our gelato. Honestly nothing gets better than that right there. It was soon 5pm and we entered into the Sagrada Familia.

Gelato and the Sagrada Familia

We took about three steps and we all stopped. Instantly your head looks up at the indescribable shapes and columns above you. I would say we stood there for about five minutes until one of the boys said you guys we have barely made it in the building. Pictures can not do it justice. It doesn’t seem to capture the grandness of the building. You could see all of Gaudi’s natural and fluid forms in his planning. The columns resembled three trunks and you could see the different colors and leaves he included in his planning. There were four main columns that had the evangelist symbol of Mateu, Marc, Luc, and Joan. My favorite part though was how the brightly colored stain glass would illuminate the inside of the church. We stayed on the inside for about 40 minutes and finally we headed out but overall it was breathtaking. This church put to shame any other of the countless churches I have toured in Europe. It is truly one of a kind.

The breathtaking ceiling

The effects of the Stained Glass

Oh how the world works

Patience

I guess that’s another hard lesson for me.

Either way to start this unpredictable day, I was cranky and annoyed. Honestly it was the weather, the kids, and the fact that I haven’t really met anyone my age yet. This morning at 7:30am I hear the kids already fighting and so begins my crankiness.

That’s just a background of how I was feeling at this point… Anyways there is a festival going on in the village that I live in, Esplugues. Around this time apparently a lot of towns around here have local festivals with dancing and fireworks and shops. The usual. This morning with the family we walked around and I saw some little kids doing the traditional Catalan dances. Also it is very traditional for kids and adults to light off fireworks, I kid you not, right over their heads and into crowds. It’s a lot of Sparks and I laughed because there is no way this would be legal in the United States. Anyways while this is great and all, it is hard to enjoy with nagging children who don’t really care and would rather be watching TV. Needless to say at this point I was frustrated and wanted someone my age or at least no kids around so I could thoroughly enjoy this.

Well somehow the universe heard my thoughts because I got what I wanted.

So let’s rewind a bit here. This past Friday my family here got a new cleaner. She is super nice and friendly. We started to talk a bit (in Spanish) and she asked if I have met anyone my age yet. I told her no. She then told me about her son who used to live in America and she would give him my number in order to maybe meet up sometime. I told her that would be great! Well he ended up messaging me today asking if I wanted to meet up for a beer.

Dear god yes, someone my age… And beer?! Yea I would love too. I told my host family and then a half an hour later he picked me up on his moped and we were off.

It was awesome riding on this moped, just the typical European thing I’ve always wanted to do. Weaving in and out of traffic and the amazing breeze. I could of rode around like that the entire time. Nonetheless we went to a restaurant and sat outside and had a couple beers. Conversation was easy and we laughed about the differences between America and Spain. After the drinks he suggested we meet up with his family (and I’ve already met his mom, so no big deal) and eat dinner. I was like really? You are inviting me? Ok.

We met up with them on the Main Street of this festival. It was his Mother, Father, sister (who is 20), her boyfriend, his aunt, uncle, and cousin.

I was intimidated… For about two seconds. Such amazingly friendly people who were all so interested in what I had to say and helped me with my Spanish. It’s so comforting to know how friendly people can be no matter where you are. We ate pizza, laughed about american football, and had some beers.

The festival was western themed because apparently back in the day Esplugues had sets for American Western films and also most recently was featured in the Woody Allen film Vicky Christina Barcelona. Even more funny is where the Woody Allen film was shot is where I run by everyday. I truly am lucky and so fortunate to have met this amazing family and this new friend.

We then watched some more fireworks being lit in the streets along with some drummers. Then we browsed at the little shops in the crowded streets. While we were walking by some little shops in a market there was a sign that said Smile! Well obviously I smiled when I saw it and happened to make eye contact with the woman running the store. Next thing I know this woman is tapping my shoulder offering me some free candy because she said that my smile was genuinely happy. She then gave free candy to everyone I was with and they were all laughing at the situation.

I guess that woman at the store was right, I was and am genuinely happy.

Time to explore

Yesterday was the first day of school for the kids! Which it seemed like all the parents including me were eagerly waiting for. I will usually have the whole morning off until I have to pick the kids up from school at 4:30. So I decided that today I would take the bus into the center of Barcelona and go explore a little.

I decided to go to the Cathedral of Barcelona, not to be confused with the Sagrada Familia. I went to the bus stop about a block away and easily took bus number 67 to the Plaza de Catalunya. This is what I would describe as the main tourist center of Barcelona since the famous Ramblas stems off of this Plaza along with the Boqueria marketplace. I walked along all the shops and beautiful buildings and found myself in the old Roman center of town. There used to be the old walls here that protected the cities until Barcelona finally had to expand out of them. The Catedral de Barcelona was originally a Romanesque church built in the 11th century but then revamped into the popular Gothic style. The church was free to enter before noon which was a nice added bonus. The church was breathtaking on the inside with the pointed arches and beautiful columns. I walked around the church and saw a sign that visitors could pay three euros to go to the roof of the building and considering I paid nothing to get in, I thought why not! It was worth it, not only seeing the view of Barcelona from above but also seeing the ornate details in the architecture. I could see the Mediterranean and all the cruise ships waiting at the dock. I also could see the Gaudi’s famous unfinished Sagrada Familia from far away. A great three Euros spent, thanks for the tip Rick Steve’s!

After touring the terrace and the church I found the famous bridge called Carrer del Brisbe. It is right next to the church and is horribly picturesque. The bridge looks quite old but actually was built in the 1920’s.
After walking under the bridge and taking some pictures, I realized I still had time to kill so I went back to the Boqueria nearby and had a glass of Sangria and some fruit. A good little snack to hold my over until I got home. I spent some time in some of my favorite stores of Spain such as Bershka and Pull&Bear and then made my way back home.

This first week with school starting and me having a official schedule of what to do each week, Monste came with me to pick up the kids from school. I am so glad she did. You have to go to a reception desk and tell the worker that who you are here to pick up. The line was huge and we were towards the back of it. Honestly I think it’s a dumb process considering the school is fenced in and the kids could just as easily look for their parents. Either way it was pure chaos of kids running around and parents trying to control them. I am excited to get into a routine and be able to explore more of Barcelona during my free time.

National Day of Catalonia

Or as the locals say Diada Nacional de Catalunya.

Let’s start with a brief history lesson:

To start with it commemorates the defeat (yes, I said defeat) of Catalunya during the Spanish War of Succession. They were defeated at the Seige of Barcelona by the Borbons in 1714. In other words Cataluyna is now, whether they like or not, a part of Spain. During the dictatorship of Franco the holiday was banned along with the Catalan language. It was reinstated shortly after his dictatorship fell.

Ok, Back to now. Now this holiday is used also to demonstrate peacefully the idea of Catalunya separating from Spain. Separate?! Yes, Separate. Now at first I didn’t fully understand this and quite honestly didn’t really see the point. Over the past couple days and especially on this holiday, I was made aware the reasons why.

Here are some reasons:

1) Language

Being from ‘Merica we don’t have to deal with other languages that often, well at least not in Small town Wisconsin. I understand that with a language comes culture, traditions, and values that perhaps only a native speaker truly comprehends. Now all those who live in Catalunya can speak both Catalan and Castellano (aka Spanish). Only 30% of the population considers Spanish their native language. This in itself gives Catalonians a sense of a separate identity and therefore they do not see themselves as Spaniards. This I can understand and relate with since my Senior Thesis in college was about Latino Americans lacking a sense of an American identity due to language barriers, but I can save that for another day considering that paper was 50 pages long.

2) Culture

I am new to the Catalunya region so I can only base this off of what Montse and Jaume have to me and that mainly lies around work ethic. I am sure there are many other things but this is just one thing. This also ties into the economic crisis, which I will get into later.

3) Economics

Madrid is the economic and political center of Spain. This is a problem. To begin, lets say Barcelona gives $100 to Madrid in taxes, well they see $2 of this in public funding or what have you. Also considering Barcelona is bringing the largest amount of money into Spain, well they see this as unfair. In other words they don’t want to be bailing out a Spain in crisis which they did not help create, nor do they feel attached to.

There are many other reasons behind this which I probably cannot comprehend since I am not actually from here. What I do think is that the people of Catalunya deserve the right to vote to even get an idea of if the people actually want to be independent (which I believe they do). They current president Rajoy will not give them the right to vote which is against basic democracy.

Anywho, Catalonians gathered on the two main roads in Barcelona which make a giant v. Both roads were packed and people lined up in order to look like the yellow and red striped flag of Catalunya. We wore red! It was a peaceful demonstration and was amazing to be a part of. People where singing songs and chanting Independencia! Helicopters flew by as the crowd cheered and waved the flags of Catalunya back and forth.

I was just happy to be a part of this little piece of history.