Mazie

OMG I just have to say: Every time I get back for the night, the first thing my host mom says to me is “Que tal su día? Esteis cansadita (How was your day? You must be tired!)” and I know its said out of a kind and caring place, but it comes across as condescending and gets on my nerves, to the point where I flat out will say “Nope!” and give her a big, energetic grin to really prove it. It feels like a statement more than a question; like her thinking through the events of my day, taking a look at me- I must just naturally look tired- and concluding that there’s no way the person standing in front of her could have survived a day like that without ending up weary. Like thanks Cristina, but its going to take more than a 30 minute metro ride, a few hours helping kids with math or science or photography or piano lessons, and a 45 minute walk back accompanied by some banger music to break me down like that.

This was a blog post I was going to publish a little over 24 hours ago before things got crazy. Like… really really crazy. This is the first time since then that I’ve had five seconds to just publish anything. So yeah I was going to write about the events of Saturday (Natalie and I embraced our inner tourists and visited some iconic Barcelona sights as well as witnessed a castell (human towers) and correfolk (fire dancing? playing?) festival, but then Saturday night happened and what I had thought had been an eventful day paled in comparison.

It’s funny because when I think back on this weekend, so many things happened, but I never remember feeling like that much was happening in the moment. Interesting how that works; maybe I’m just getting used to these plump three day weekends. I’ll give a quick overview: Friday the program took us on a day trip to Codorníu and Sitges to experience Spanish cavas (basically a sparkling champagne, but never tell a Spainard that because apparently they invented cavas before the French invented champagne) and a really adorbale beach town! At the winery, we got to ride a train (which actually felt like an amusement park ride) around the underground caves inhabited by thousands of wine bottles and taste two variations of cavas (I didn’t like either one). In Sitges we walked around, had lunch, left drawings in the sand on the beach, and got gelato (I went with a fire strawberry mango combination).

Natalie and I’s tourist Saturday began a little after noon because we went out on Friday night. We visited the Mercat de Encants first, which was a gigantic market housed in what I think was a bus station. There were multiple levels and so, so many vendors and people walking around. The most common items for sale were: watches, cameras, random vintage objects, fabric, so much fabric, clothes, jewelry, and rugs. Natalie bought an amazing gold heart watch that she adores and we both got matching flower necklaces! We shopped our way over to Mont Juic and the Museu d’Art d’Catalunya, which has free admission after 3:00 on Saturdays! We walked around the Gothic/Medieval art sections and then, desperately in need of rejuvenation, got a coffee/croissant at the museum cafe. We didn’t have time to see much before the museum closed after that, so we headed out to the Gracia neighborhood for the castell/correfolk festival! This is worth a blog post of its own, which it shall get later, but what I’ll note here is that this felt like one of the most authentic things I’ve done so far and I kept thinking to myself: I am witnessing culture! We stayed for an hour and a half and were late for dinner, but the party was still going strong when we left!

And then Saturday night… just a crazy night at the club. It was my first time (and Natalie’s too) going to one of the beach clubs. The beach clubs have a reputation for being the nastiest and the most dangerous of them all, so I haven’t been super keen on experiencing them. However, Natalie’s friend had free tickets and a free VIP table for us, so we decided it’d be worth it. We stood in the cold for an hour waiting to get in, but once we did we got to enjoy our own little area with a bottle of Vodka and a bunch of sparkling lemonade to mix it with. I drank a glass of sparkling lemonade with a quarter-sized amount of Vodka sadly mixed in, and I was sad I had any at all in there because the lemonade on its own was delicious. After we’d had our fill of the VIP life (really not that exciting), we transitioned to the dance floor and crazy stuff ensued. I guess they were right about the beach clubs after all!

Oh yeah, a few other things that have happened since my last blog post…

• I got my first experience of the world-class Spanish healthcare system with a visit to the hospital! Not for me- my roommate sprained her ankle by falling off a two-inch tall step on the sidewalk. She thought she was fine and we kept walking, and then it turns out she was very much not fine and walking turned to slower walking which turned to hopping on one foot which turned to sitting down and not moving. So I got to be the concerned parent who ordered us a taxi to the clinic and sat in the examination room while the doctor took her back for an x-ray. The whole thing was quite an adventure, and if you don’t count not being able to put any pressure on her foot, she’s totally fine! The doctor wrapped her foot up and gave her crutches which made 10 year old Mazie very jealous, and we’re just hoping she’s going to defeat the odds and come to a full recovery in four days before we leave for our Portugal trip!
• Noah Kahan released a new song- the first glimpse at his new album! Now begins three months of pure torture and anticipation and longing until the album is released. Listen to “The Great Divide” NOW! I urge you! Unless you want to miss out on the latest era of great music.

I’d love to keep writing but it’s past 2am and I have class at 9:15 that I still have to finish homework for, so I’m going to go do that! But to tie it all together, time really flies; its February 2nd now! Goodnight everyone and sending best wishes!

Tossa de Mar! Didn’t catch any pictures from the last three hours when we were stuck doing laps around a supermarket and waiting for the bus because it started pouring rain.

Oh yeah, also didn’t realize the snails I was holding for a solid 30 minutes were extremely poisonous 😬

Oh whoops, I totally didn’t realize micro.blog was going to format my post like that! It was supposed to be organized by line and not an assault on the eyes hahahaaaaa

• 8:10 - Alarm goes off
• 8:20 - Mazie gets out of bed
• 8:45 - Mazie manages to put her shoes on and leave the apartment
• 8:49 - Catch the L7 metro
• 9:00 - Mazie exits the metro station in Plaza Catalunya and starts speed walking to hopefully condense the 19 minute walk into a 13 minute one.
• 9:17 - Mazie gets to class two minutes late, but its fine because the professor is having technical issues which, as she is learning, happens nearly every day in this class.
• 9:17-11:00 - Class: Comida y Cultura en el Mediterráneo
• 11:00 -11:15 - Mazie walks up 7 flights of stairs twice because she is very cold and her next class is on the top floor
• 11:15 - 1:00 - Class: Cross-Cultural Psychology. Mazie engages in deep analytic thinking.
• 1:00: Mazie leaves the SIS building to find lunch (she still hasn’t got into the routine of packing a lunch because the seven million bakeries across the city are too appealing)
• 1:30 - Mazie lands on a lunch spot: a French bakery near La Sagrada Familia. She orders half of a chicken curry sandwich which tastes as good as it looks.
• 1:45-3:30 - Mazie wanders around Barcelona. She finds some really cool looking historic buildings, a hospital that also happens to be in a cool historic building, and a beautiful modern park that is her favorite park she’s encountered so far.
• 3:30 - Class: Sustainable Development in Spain: Challenges and Pathways. We had our first field trip during class today, where we stopped into little (claustrophobic) hidden parks around the Eixample barrio and learned about how Barcelona was supposed to be one of the greenest cities in Europe and ended up being the least green. These teeny parks are the remnants of that ambition. I will say, my shoulders hurt so bad by the end. Even after making my backpack as light as it can be, five hours of carrying it around is still a lot.
• 5:15 - 5:30 - Mazie’s second speed walk of the day, back to the SIS building
• 5:30 - 7:30 - Class: Global Internship Seminar. This only happens every few weeks.
• 7:30 - 8:00 - Mazie and Natalie hop on board the L1 and then the L7 back to El Puxtet and Sant-Gervasi.
• 8:05 - Mazie and Natalie are 5 minutes late for dinner. Cristina has graciously prepared us salad, soup, bread, beans, and some sort of meat for dinner with fruit for dessert. Mazie slices and inspects her meat carefully.
• 9:00 - Everyone cleans up dinner. Cristina watches the finale of her reality TV game show!
• 9:30 - Mazie cleans up her room a bit and does some texting and phone maintenance.
• 10:20 - Mazie calls her tech support guy Jamie and they chat for longer than you would expect your typical provider-client small talk to go on for.
• 11:21 - Mazie posts this blog post :)

Hello again from Barcelona! Technically tomorrow morning will mark two weeks that I’ve been here. I’m amazed its been two weeks already but then I also feel like I’ve been here for forever; time is wacky. I was reading about the stages of adapting to a new culture for my Psychology class (totally should’ve majored in psych, its so interesting and I actually want to do the readings for this class compared to forcing myself to read the academic journals for my environmental studies class. I’m making a bold claim to say I would even read the readings, but we’re at the beginning of the semester and I have to reach for the stars), and it was talking about the honeymoon phase and then sinking into a deep depression and ultimately leveling out and finding satisfaction with your new situation. I’d heard about these stages many times before, but this particular article made the point that they have very little scientific backing. If I were to go along with it just for fun, I feel like I maybe experienced a small watered-down dose of each stage during my first weeks here. If we can think of my time in Barcelona as a cupcake: I was eating the same cake and frosting every day but the sprinkles would shift.

The first few days would’ve been my honeymoon, where just walking down the street got me excited (to be fair, walking down virtually any street anywhere in Europe would probably excite me because there’s just so much to see). I was so, so happy to have a cozy bedroom, clean bathroom, and a nice Host Mom who always welcomed me back home, and I was soaking up Catalan culture like a thirsty sponge (not true at all- I wanted to be, but I was battling my eyelids to stay awake so I could hear literally any of what we were being told during orientation). Anyways, it was new and novel and exciting and I felt like a real adult.

Then dawned the morning of the fourth day and… the storm clouds of an intense depression rolled in. I cried myself to sleep, I cried myself out of bed in the morning, and I used my own tears to brush my teeth (very salty)- what could be sadder than that? I hope you know I’m lying. In truth I don’t feel like I really ever got that sad about anything. I didn’t miss Talkis or my cat or the American version of McDonald’s like my friends did, and I didn’t find orientation insufferable like the Miami girls (just extremely sleep-provoking). Of course I missed my family (hi guys!!), but it honestly felt like it would feel at St. Olaf- somehow being 4,500 miles away is not hugely different from being 45 minutes away (I know others feel differently). This probably means I miss them more than most other college students, because there are times throughout the day where I really wish I could hug them even for just a second, but then again the same thing happens at St. Olaf. And as for my friends, 90% of them are off on their own adventures and are also halfway across the world!

The main cause of my dark and stormy depression stage and fitful nights tossing and turning and not being able to sleep (joking again) was being worried about making friends on the program. Actually, compared to how it could’ve gone, making friends was a seamless process and was not even that stressful at all. I was never left without a group, and I love most everyone I’ve met (which I guess makes sense because many of them are from St. Olaf. I self-selected the right school I guess). That being said, I will always find a way to worry, and I stressed myself out about the potential of our friend group dissolving and never seeing each other again after orientation ended. Very much first-week-of-freshman-year thoughts and concerns. What I didn’t realize is that we all genuinely like each other and want to hang out, and if we want to hang out we’ll find ways to hang out even if we don’t see each other every single day. The best part is I will see one of them every single day because we live together! Natalie and I (and Gracie) already have one weekend trip to Switzerland booked and have plans for Portugal and Andorra in the mix. I go back and forth between feeling super connected to all the new people I’ve met here and like a powerhouse of relationship building and, five minutes later, brainstorming ways I could survive as a hobbit in a remote forest where I would never have to talk to anyone again because I feel like I don’t really know anyone and how could I possibly be friends with people who have like 3,000 followers on Instagram. But I’m guessing someone with very sage wisdom would tell me that none of that is uncommon.

And onto the third stage where I can comfortably position myself now: the leveling out and finding satisfaction. I’ve (mainly) stopped gawking over my new friends and searching for their approval and started joking around, being myself, and having fun. Mainly. I’ve become accustomed to eating whatever I find on the dinner table, even if said thing is “cheese” but looks like whale blubber, or is a slice of ham that appears to have an equal ratio of fat to meat. I’ve stopped scanning the sidewalk for dog poop anytime I walk anywhere and checking the bottom of my shoes when I get back to the apartment. Okay, that’s a little bit of a lie- I definitely still do that. What I’m getting at is that now life in Barcelona feels like exactly that: Life, and not a trip. I’m not going to say I’m practically a local, but I’m developing routines and picking up on behaviors that initially confused me. I’ve developed a balanced work vs. play mindset where I’m still in discovery and awe mode but homework and sleep are catching more and more ground.

Well that whole thing was supposed to be like three sentences and then I was going to write about what I did this weekend, but alas… here we are. I’ll give a really quick tiny summary of the weekend events and maybe write more later!

Thursday:

• Day 2 of internship. It was the final day of intensives for the kids at Learnlife, so I got to admire amazing art pieces, help them set up their restaurants, and listen to a bunch of basically professionally recorded songs!
• Went out to Brunch and Cake with my fellow interns for lunch and got a basque cheesecake!
• Booked flights and hostels for our Switzerland trip
• Dinner, made possible by Cristina
• Went out- the college student meaning- with friends to the Sutton club, which was the most fun club I’ve been to yet. We stayed and danced until 3am.

Friday:

• 1st 3 day weekend! It felt like infinity!
• Slept until 1pm (cry) (cry) (cry)
• Went shopping with Natalie and Gracie. Stores visited: Bershka, Pull & Bear, McDonalds (referenced in my “Post About Nothing”). I bought a really short pink skirt and a gray sweater for just $25.00!
• Dinner, again made possible by Cristina
• Debated doing something but decided not to because we had to wake up early the next day to catch the bus

Saturday:

• 1.5 hour bus ride to Tossa de Mar
• We had from 10:00am-7:00pm to explore the town. However, it was mainly abandoned and empty for the winter (its more of a summery beach town) and it was torrential down pouring for the majority of the afternoon sooo we spent the last 2 hours huddled inside a supermarket counting down the minutes until we could get back on the bus :) The morning was fun though! We hiked up this hill to a castle and soaked in the most gorgeous views- I’ll post photos! And we had a good lunch at a piza place.
• Went out that night to George Payne (George Payless haha inside joke) Irish Bar. It was extremely hot, loud, and smokey and not the most enjoyable place to be. Gracie, Natalie, and I played cards: a few rounds of B.S. and a few rounds of Garbage, then headed back around 1:30am.

Sunday:

• Woke up and finished reading Hudson Bay Bound, finally!!
• Went on my first true run since I’ve been here! Explored 5 miles around Sarría Sant-Gervasi and it was sunny and not raining for the first time in forever. I saw a few markets, churches, and green rolling hills in the background.
• Natalie and I took the metro into central Barcelona and found an adorable coffee shop where we sat for 5 hours and did homework. I ordered a pistachio croissant and ended up getting banana bread instead because the lady accidentally sold my croissant to someone else (after I’d ordered and payed for it). The banana bread actually ended up being really good.
• Dinner made possible by… Cristina! We had canelons, which are like a Catalan lasagna/enchilada.
• Purchased flights to Portugal! Got scammed again and the flights ended up being $15 more than I thought
• Blogged and pretended to do homework

Now I really have to go to bed! Goodnight, good afternoon, good morning wherever you are on the planet!

The last few days in Barcelona!

Back from dinner and now procrastinating doing homework. It’s funky because I swear I want to do my homework- it sounds fun and I want to learn about the stuff we’re learning about in my classes- but the very notion that I would be “doing homework” is what spoils the idea. Maybe I’ll post some photos on here and then start my readings :)

The thing when you go out clubbing until 4am is that the possibilities for the next day become greatly limited if you want to get any sleep at all. Naturally, I missed the first sunny Barcelona morning in literally a week and woke up at 1pm. After breakfast (if you can even call it that), Natalie, Gracie, and I met at la Plaza Catalunya for some shopping time. Twas very fun, but I couldn’t help feeling a bit sad that we were spending the first sunny day indoors. We visited Bershka, Pull and Bear, and one big box store and the prices at every place were amazing. To add on, skirts, shirts and pants that already were only $20 or $30 often were on sale for 40, 50, 60, or 70 percent. I bought one sequin-ey skirt that I can wear clubbing (when its a lot warmer), but I absolutely hated all the clubbing-quality tops I tried on. Yuck.

Oh yeah, and then I had my first real experience in a McDonald’s. I didn’t eat anything, dare you assume, but I sat perched on the edge of my chair and watched Gracie and Natalie eat cheeseburgers, french fries, and ice cream.

More on the newfangled sunniness here: My host mom told us that unideal weather does not show up very frequently in Barcelona and one day later it started raining and didn’t stop until today. The first day was foreboding clouds warning what was to come, the second and third days were torrential downpours during which I got my new leather jacket very wet (whoops), and the fourth, fifth, and sixth days were general dreariness and cloudiness with some rain sprinkled in (sprinkled- thats a pun). I didn’t realize how much I was craving sun until I stepped outside today and instantly smiled. :)

Gotta go eat dinner- I’m late!

Living in a homestay was a great choice. Just finished a delightful homemade dinner of salad, lentil soup, spring rolls and these fried ham and cheese things with some vanilla pudding afterwords (a Catalan specialty that tastes exactly like the inside of creme brûlée). Great conversation with my host mom Cristina and dear friend and roommate-except-we-don’t-share-rooms Natalie. We talked about everything from recent rail accidents (yikes) to rainfall patterns in Spain to the proportion of cheese in different types of cheesecakes, and now Natalie and I are on a call planning a trip to Switzerland with Gracie and Mya!

1. Everyone has a purse. I have a hiking backpack. Everyone’s purses are black, brown, or maybe maroon. My backpack is blue, green, red, orange, purple, yellow… I do in fact like my backpack better than a purse but it is quite heavy and annoying to carry around all day. Then again, a purse probably would be too.
2. I struck gold today with the Spanish version of Crisp and Green: Honest Greens. The Spicy Feta bowl was really good and there are at least 10 more bowls/dishes I must try. It’s avocado everything here! This place might even be going beyond the fit bit moms and instagram walls so beloved to Crisp and Green- they offer like five different types of water (I went with still room temperature splashed with a bit of the still cold and it didn’t disappoint). The question- and the answer is no- is if this posh salad lunch is worth $60-70 a week.
3. The U Miami kids can be difficult… very difficult… sigh. And they’re practically 2/3 of the students here so I find myself highly disappointed with the chance to meet new people.
4. Never have I ever put so much thought into cellular data, data roaming, and WiFi. The existence of WiFi is becoming a pretty salient reason for going somewhere.
5. I was 1 minute late to my first “Sustainable Development in the Mediterranean” class because I got lost. When you were just rushing to buy shampoo and conditioner in this very odd-smelling corner store and trying to decide if you wanted the “Multi-vitamin” or “Volume” kind and then realize you have exactly 10 minutes until class starts and you’re not sure where you are and your phone doesn’t work cuz now the only place it works is at Cristina’s house, the buildings all start to look the same. But I used my invincible powers of memory, logical deduction (kinda), and quick steps to make it there almost on time.
6. Then I proceeded to flight off sleep for the entire hour and 45 minutes of class. And by fight off sleep, I really mean fight. I physically couldn’t get my eyes to open all the way and about every 4 seconds my body would automatically shut down and I’d start falling to my left side until the shock would wake me up and I’d snap back into position. It was a trying time, and of course now I feel wide awake.
7. I keep wondering if Seville might’ve been a better place to go. Maybe people there would be slightly less obsessed with partying until 5am and getting drunk every night and slightly more nice. I really can’t decide if I want to rebel against the system and go off and have adventures on my own or prioritize actually having friends and succumb myself to four months of dreading the weekends and a wacky messed up sleep schedule, aka no sleep.
8. That was a sad one to end on so I added one more!

Photos!!

We finished out orientation week with more 9am cultural sessions and Spanish classes and some afternoon activities with the program!

On Wednesday we went on a “hike” (more of a leisurely stroll) around Montjuïc; one of my favorite areas of Barcelona so far. It was much calmer and more relaxing than other parts of the city, and a great way to meet other people on the program. The first thing you see when you walk up is a beautiful fountain framing this quaint castle on a hill in the background (I’ll post a picture). Once you walk up to the castle and turn around, you can see the entire city laid out in front of you with another fountain/waterfall thing- breathtaking (I have a picture of that, too). Past the castle is the site where Spain hosted the 1992 Olympics which, as we learned, had a huge effect on the city. Pictures taken of the diving pool that looks out on the city and mountains behind catapulted the city into the public eye. We ended our walk at the base of Montjuïc (Jewish mountain, named for its history as a medieval Jewish cemetery), and I mentally bookmarked it as somewhere to return. Natalie, Luke, Patrick, and I took on the nearly 90min walk back to the Sarría Sant-Gervasi district afterwords.

Thursday was Park Güell day. Commissioned by Catalan industrialist Eusebi Güell and designed by Antoní Gaudí, the original intent was to be a private city and gardens for rich people. The failure of this idea led the space to be turned into the iconic park it is today. It was another hour walk to get to the park from the lunch place we had gone to, and it was pretty mush a straight shot up the mountain. Once we finally arrived, we didn’t see anyone from our program and quickly realized we had gone to the wrong entrance. After much confusion and Google Maps manipulation, we had to hike several flights of stairs and crazy steep roads back down the mountain (no exaggeration at all..), over to the other side of the park, and up again to where everyone else was waiting. I was glad we went to the effort to find the right entrance, because it was truly breathtaking. Surrounded by beautiful forest in front of me, the grand park gates to the right, and brown and blue tiled houses giving off very strong gingerbread house vibes to my left, it felt like a scene out of a fairy tale. We spent over two hours walking around inside the park- there was so much to admire! Views of the city (you could see all the way out to the ocean), wildly cool architecture poking out of the vegetation, and tiled everything everywhere you looked. The sun showed up big time and I was starting to feel more connected to my study abroad mates; it was a fun afternoon!

It seems every day has a theme, for Friday was Tarragona day! This is where my pictures of quieter streets, Roman ruins, and the ocean come in. I slept the entire bus ride there and back, and it took willpower to stand up from my seat when we got there. This day trip was mandatory: everyone in the program chose to visit either Tarragona, the land of the Roman ruins and ocean, or Girona, famous for its Jewish legacy and being the place where Game of Thrones was filmed. I was happy with Tarragona because I was able to touch the ocean (with one finger!) and there were less U Miami kids there. We got a guided tour of some of the ruins and if I remembered any of what our guide told us, I would’ve describe it here. It was cool, though, because I got to take the tour in Spanish with some of my friends (even though our guide kept accidentally switching to English) and we went inside ancient Roman walls and tunnels. Our last stop was the Colosseum, which you can view below, and was stunning. Afterwords we went with a group of almost 15 to a small cafe for lunch (the St. Olaf group plus some new additions from the tour). We had a leisurely Spanish lunch, with the people at my end of the table struggling to hear anything from the other end of the table. Afterwords we walked over to a fish/meat/vegetables market where I got to see more guts than I ever needed to see, countless decapitated fish of every kind, including crabs, jellyfish, and everything in-between, and the most gigantic hunks of meat casually hanging from the ceiling. It was all very Spanish and very fresh. We had just enough time to see the beach before we left. A few other people and I climbed down the rocks to the shore, a process in which I almost lost my phone (it fell out of my pocket into a hole in the rocks, but thankfully it only spent a few terrifying moments there before Luke was able to reach far enough in and grab it).

After finally being done with jet lag, I think the weekend just undid all my progress. But it was worth it because I got to experience what everyone is so hyped about, especially here in Barcelona: Going out. Friday night was a fail turned fun, and Saturday night was the classic clubbing experience to make up for Friday. I knew I would feel really lame if I didn’t go, and I stand by that because it was an overall fun experience both nights.

On Friday a group of 8 of us spent $20 each on tickets to a club that was 23+. Somehow no one saw that when buying their ticket, so we showed up and immediately showed out. Just to make the situation even better, it started raining pretty hard after we got turned away. We ran down the block to a McDonald’s that was still open, where we regrouped and waited out the rain. We decided to walk around and see if we happened to run into a different club or bar. We didn’t, but we did run into a supermarket where everyone except me bought a bottle of some type of drink and drank it (illegally, it turns out) as we continued wandering around. Eventually we caught wind of an Irish bar called George Payless (George Pains, its an inside joke) and made it our goal to get there. 30 minutes on the Nit Bus (Night Bus) later, and we had accomplished that goal only to run into another roadblock: The bouncers didn’t believe that me and this other girl Peyton were 18 and they wanted us to show them our IDs. It seemed like the only thing they were going to accept was our physical passports which neither of us was carrying around (smartly), so we had traveled all that way for nothing. Until… the people we were trying to meet up with came running out of the bar! Our two groups merged for a short while and convened at the second fast food restaurant of the night, Popeyes (at this point it was around 2am). However, we realized this new group of mainly U Miami kids kinda sucked and were very full of themselves and rude (we all agreed), so we split off again in search of a nearby speakeasy. We were so so tired but we needed one success before the night was over! And it really was a success.

I kinda thought speakeasies were a relic of the 1920s. I also kinda thought they were dirty and gross. And I surely thought I would never go into one. But I was wrong on all counts! This place was disguised as a barbershop, so the guy let us in only after we requested haircuts. He sat Luke down and actually began shaving his hair before asking us for the secret passcode. We needed a few hints, but eventually he pushed open the mirror behind the barber’s chair to reveal the actual bar: Clean, aestetic, and slightly quirky. There were many upsides to my experience at the speakeasy, and only two downsides: (1) Everyone had to order something (the cheapest drinks they had were 13 Euros, and I really didn’t feel like ingesting anything more), and (2) They closed a half hour after we got there so we didn’t get to soak up the vibe for too long. Nevertheless I ordered a passion fruit Moscow Mule which was tastier than it could have been and we enjoyed a happy ending to a rainy night.

So, although I was incredibly tired the entire night, you can see why I ended up having a good time on Friday night. It was all the community and adventure of clubbing without actually going to the club! As far as my twenty dollars… tragic. Saturday was the real clubbing experience - pregaming at a cheap shots place (we shared a pitcher of some drink that was surprisingly good… until we mixed the alcohol in) and hitting the Twenties club afterwords around 12:45. The group tonight was me, Natalie, Gracie, Araba, Luke, Patrick, Miguel, and Max, and it was raining and cold again because that is just what Spain has become. Natalie worked some instagram magic that allowed us to get in for free, and we circled up directly in front of the DJs on the dance floor. Instead of trying to describe my experience, I am just going to include some of my thoughts on clubbing below:

1. It’s not terrible but its not that fun either
2. Can be very expensive
3. I’m surprised regular clubbers aren’t deaf already
4. The floor was disgusting and covered in spilled drinks and broken glass.
5. It would be so greatly improved if I knew like any of the songs at all.

Going clubbing in Spain is also incredibly time-consuming. Because dinner can be at 10 or 11pm, people don’t start getting to the clubs until after midnight. This also means that if you eat dinner at 8 like us, you have time to get cozy reading a book or writing a blog post before leaving for the bar, which will make you tired and make the idea of going out into the cold, wet, dark night very unappealing. Clubs start to get busy around 1 or 1:30am, and the party continues until 4, 5, or 6am. All this to say, you probably won’t be going to sleep before 6am which makes doing anything before noon the next day hard. And you feel really weird sneaking back into the apartment and going to bed when your host mom is less than an hour away from waking up.

We stayed out until 3:45 on Saturday night which means we spent about 4 hours “dancing”. Dancing comes naturally to me when its a song I know and like and have plenty of space to jump around and make large, sweeping movements. It’s a different story when I have people shoving and bumping into me every three seconds as I’m trying to maintain a circle formation with seven other people. Dancing in this case is extremely awkward and difficult. Your options, or at least what I could think of, were to: step side to side with the beat, move your shoulders to the beat, nod your head to the beat, or jump (more like bop up and down) with your hands in the air. By the end of the night I was so tired that my definition of dancing had become: Stand there and at least try to smile.

You know something else that is time-consuming? Blogging! I intend for my blog posts to be short summaries as I think that’s better both for me and for my loyal readers, kudos to you, but I just don’t have it in me to write concisely sometimes. Who knows, hopefully the next blog post you see is a fun little tidbit I wrote over a 15 minute coffee break, but don’t be surprised if its a full-blown book.

I just realized I forgot to post pictures with my super long blog post! They may not be the greatest pictures ever, but they give you a sense for the city!

Why shouldn’t I be writing a blog post? I can enumerate multiple reasons. For starters its 10pm and I haven’t actually slept a full 8 hours since I got to Barcelona; I think the tiredness is just going to compound until I fall down one day in the middle of the street (or fall asleep during class, which has already almost happened multiple times during orientation). Reason number two would just be the amount of other things I have to do, like applying for summer jobs and figuring out my class schedule. More important than blogging? Debatable, but probably yes.

The reason I decided it would be a good idea to write one, however, is because I just spent at least 45 minutes writing long texts to friends and family describing how things are here in Barcelona, and I thought gee this would be fun as a blog post. I’m not going to read through my old texts later to remember my experience, and I haven’t been journaling at all, so this blog might be the best way to remember my time abroad! So… aquí tenemos un poco información sobre mis primeras días en la ciudad!

The City Is so much bigger than I expected! I don’t know why, but I visualized Barcelona as more of a mid-sized city with plenty of open space and parks, and the beach right next door. While there are technically parks, the biggest one I’ve seen hasn’t been larger than a building and was stuffed inbetween a bunch more buildings. It was more of a concrete path with a wide strip of half-dead grass on either side. You’d never know the beach was right there because the buildings are too tall and completely block any chance you might have of glimpsing the water. And as far as the size, you could walk for hours in any direction and still feel like you’re in the city. I was asking people today where they thought the main city center was, and someone responded “It’s kinda just everywhere”, which I think is pretty accurate. The neighborhood that I’m staying in, Sarría Sant-Gervasi, is an hour’s walk away from what one could deem the center of the city, and it is slightly more calm. Although it’s annoying to have to commute at least 30 minutes via metro/bus/walking to get anywhere, its really nice to be able to return to somewhere more chill and relaxed at the end of the day. It sounds nice, but I don’t think I’d want an apartment that’s a 5 or 10 minute walk away from our school because you’d never escape the business.

All that being said, I really do love the city: The architecture is beautiful, the shops are all adorable and unique, there’s so much to do and explore, and the (scarce and sometimes human-made) nature is lovely. Its been two of more than one hundred days and I’m already anxious that I’m not going to have enough time to explore it all (and honestly I probably won’t!). I’m so excited to get into a routine hopping on the metro to get to my classes and internship, finding the best coffee/pastry shops to stop into for breakfast or studying, and scouting out areas to hike and explore after class/work.

The People Have been super cool… for the most part. To begin with the negative, there are about 250 U Miami kids on the program (I’m guessing they make up 50-70% of the entire program) who all know each other and think they’re all that because they go to school in Miami. They’ve gone out drinking and clubbing every. Single. Night we’ve been here and have no interest whatsoever in meeting any of the rest of us. I was sitting next to a crowd of U Miami people during orientation on the first full day, and there were people leaving to go throw up their drinks from the previous night. The worst part was that they were talking and laughing at full volume while someone was trying to present- SO, SO RUDE! I was getting really annoyed. The bright side is that whenever I meet someone who’s NOT a U Miami kid, its a little instant bond.

Onto the cool people! I didn’t expect that I’d be seeing much of the St. Olaf kids once we actually got to Barcelona, but they’re actually the people I’ve been hanging out with the most and, including my roommate, the people I get along with the best. There are roughly 10 of us on the program, and most days we wander around together after orientation and go get lunch somewhere. My roommate Natalie and her friend Sara have been joining us, which is great! They both go to the University of Illinois and are really fun and easy to get along with. I am so, so glad that I have a roommate and that we’re becoming friends because it truly makes the morning metro rides, walks back, homestay dinners, and everything inbetween all that much better. Even better, she’s someone I can text anytime to see what she’s up to! If only she knew she’s slowly filling a hole in my heart from my freshman year….

Cristina, my host mom, has also been super amazing. She’s in her mid 70s but has so much energy, goes to the gym, and works a full time job on top of preparing us meals and cleaning! It was love at first sight from the second I met her, seriously. She’s so incredibly sweet and caring and has opened her home to us without a doubt. I have already learned tons about Spain in general, Barcelona, Catalan, her family, and her opinions on dogs vs cats, all while practicing my Spanish (as she doesn’t speak English). I was really curious and somewhat worried about my homestay family because it can really make or break the experience, but its turned out amazing these first few days! Just know that if you ask Cristina a question you could get a five minute answer :).

The Food Has been… interesting! Not necessarily bad but just not my style exactly. I have walked by so many enticing coffee shops and adorable bakeries but have yet to try any. Its hard to just walk by without stopping to admire their creations! The two meals I’ve eaten out (both with the St. Olaf group plus my roommate and her friend!) have truly not been my favorite. I got a chicken caesar salad from this one place, and the chicken was edible but each lettuce leaf was covered in a thick layer of dressing. I ate one and couldn’t stomach another. The Chinese food I had today was passable, but I got a little scared after reading “fried chicken feet” and “Pig intestine” on the menu.

Cristina has been making us breakfast and dinner every day, which is so, so sweet of her and a great way to save money! Common breakfast items include: individually wrapped tiny muffins, chocolate granola, cookies, and fruit. Perfect to grab on our way out and eat on the metro. Dinner, which has been around 8pm- quite early for Spain- has been good, but has forced me a little outside my comfort zone. The first night I was convinced I was eating raw chicken and was going to get sick, and last night I ate non-scrambled eggs with uncooked yolks for the first time in my life. She always serves us bread, salad, and sometimes soup as well, and is pretty adamant that we not help with anything except clean-up. Dinner is a fun time because Natalie, Cristina and I have great conversations. Granted, Cristina is usually the one talking for most of the time (she is skilled at that) but its really cool to hear directly from a Spaniard about the country and its such a great way to practice my Spanish. I can generally understand what she’s saying even when she’s on a roll at 110 mph, even if I can’t always articulate exactly what I want to say.

Overall its been a great time. I’ve enjoyed each day more than the last, and I think its because they’re getting more and more structured. Our arrival day, Monday, consisted of a 30 minute orientation which I did around 10am (I was in the first batch of students to arrive), and then no other plans other than to get settled in and meet your host family. It was nice that we didn’t have to sit and listen to a bunch of orientation right away, but no amount of reorganizing my stuff in the room or walking around the neighborhood was going to fight off the intense ganas de dormir from our friend jetlag.

Orientation on Tuesday started at 9am, meaning I had to wake up at 7:45 to have enough time to catch the metro to the BSAE offices. Thankfully my roommate (I should say housemate- we don’t share a room) and I were going together and our host mom was making us breakfast, because I slept through my alarm and woke up at 8:10 to Cristina knocking on my door and whispering my name. I put my clothes on as fast as possible and we were on the metro 15 minutes later. However, the metro was only the first piece of the puzzle to get to the offices. We needed to either catch a different metro or a bus to go the last few miles, but we didn’t have WiFi and were really confused about it all. Finally, with 10 minutes until 9, we decided to suck it up and take a taxi, and we were only 2 minutes late! The next day (today) I was the one who had to knock on my roommate’s door to wake her up because it was 8:10 and she was still asleep.

Today was another 9am start, and we finished about noon. Its really weird to have the whole afternoon and evening completely free in a city where it feels like there’s both so much and so little to do. When we’re sitting listening to the orientation, I’m itching to get out there and see it all, but once you start walking the streets it suddenly feels like shopping around is the only option. This afternoon was great because I hung out with my roommate at a cafe after lunch, and then went on a walking tour, given by BSAE, of Mont Juic, which was absolutely beautiful. The sights were amazing, we got to see the site of the 1992 Olympics which apparently made Barcelona famous, and I got to meet some new people! Much to my roommate’s dismay, we spent the hours from 3-8pm walking (to the tour, on the tour, then the 1.5 hours back to our house). My phone logged 25,000 steps!

Tomorrow is our last Orientation day (we might only have 30 minutes again), and then Friday we got to choose between Tarragona and Girona for a fun day trip! All my friends and I chose Tarragona, and I think its going to be awesome- there are Roman ruins and ocean beaches there, and I’m excited to soak it in!

Well now its nearly 11:30 and I really, really need to go to bed. Goodnight to my Europe friends and good afternoon to my Minnesota friends!

I can’t decide if today is one long day that feels like it should be two, or two days that feel like they should’ve been one. Either way, its been long but super cool.

The day began Sunday morning with the whole family crowded around the kitchen counter eating doughnuts together. Despite how excited I was for Barcelona, it was still sad to leave them :(. I had just enough time to stuff (and I mean really stuff) the last of my things into my suitcase and backpack. I managed to zip everything shut and minutes later I had dropped my 44 pound suitcase at bag check and was taking myself and my backpack through security. I felt like I packed a lot, but nearly everyone else I’ve seen brought two suitcases and a carry on.

The flight to JFK was nice and smooth- a good nap opportunity! Immediately upon arriving at the gate for my flight to Barcelona, I spotted growing clusters of college students huddling and hugging and talking about their breaks. Turns out that the initial assumptions I made about them were right: They all knew each other and were all going on the same program as I was (There are apparently over 200 U Miami kids on this trip!). I was getting very clicky vibes…

Of course I ended up sitting directly next to a clump of them on the plane. Nonetheless the flight was incredibly relaxing and enjoyable: I watched thee hours of the Office (which was the intended purpose of the flight, let’s be clear), Delta served us dinner, I slept for maybe an hour, and then I halfheartedly tried to sleep for the rest of the time. I really enjoyed looking out the window near the end: the city views descending into Barcelona were magical.

The line for border control took a record-breaking amount of time but I got to use these cool new fingerprinting and passport scanning machines and an officer stamped my passport so everyone can know I’ve officially been to Spain.

My flight contained the first batch of BSAE students to arrive, and we were taxied to the BSAE center and given a quick 30 minute orientation and chance to meet each other before we split into taxis once more headed for our home stays and apartments. I rode with a pair of roommates and they were clearly perfectly matched with their host mom. I was jealous and nervous as we drove another 20 minutes out of the city for my homestay. It got gradually less busy and more hilly (while still being a gigantic metropolis), and when we came to a stop I didn’t see anything that resembled an apartment or a host mom/grandma standing there to greet me. Three more steps, however, and Cristina flung open an unsuspecting door, kissed me on both cheeks, and whirled me up to her beautiful fourth floor apartment.

Cristina poured me a glass of water and kindly laid out some cookies as we chatted about my flight and got the wifi and keys to the apartment sorted out. I was then given an enthusiastic tour of the apartment and allowed to choose which room I wanted because I arrived before my housemate. Given that one room was dark, facing away from the sun and decorated in neutral tones and the other was bright and cheery and seemed to beckon you in with a door to the sunny porch, I chose the second one. I unpacked and got the room “decorated” (my decorations consist of a crocheted dinosaur called Bean, a tin deck of cards, the game 5 Crowns, a few notebooks, and a bottle of lotion) in little time. It looks like what I imagine Scandinavian minimalism to be.

Cristina had a work meeting at 2pm, and she took the opportunity to help orient me to the Barcelona Metro system. We bought a Metro pass and she gave me a route to sample while she attended her meeting. I felt very professional riding the Metro down to Barcelona’s Central Plaza, walking around a bit, and then heading back.

At this point in the day I still had 5 hours before I could reasonably go to bed, but I was so very tired. I decided I’d go on a run/walk to shake myself awake. It turned into more of a stroll, but I was able to face time miss Tamara and explore the funky streets and adorable tiny shops all around the apartment. I returned about 5, picturing Cristina worrying that I’d gotten lost- which she was not at all- and sorted and organized some more things in my room. Christina began making dinner around 6, and my house mate arrived an hour later (she took a late flight)- earlier than we were expecting so she was able to join for dinner! Objects felt like they were wiggling and shifting in my vision as I battled my eyelids to remain open, waiting for dinner. Any time I stopped concentrating on it, my neck would snap down towards my chest in sleep mode.

We had a very early dinner for Spain- around 7:15. Cristina made vegetable and noodle soup, chicken, salad, and bread, and we had bananas for dessert. Once we cleaned up, Cristina and I both made some nighttime sleeping tea to lull us to bed. Goodnight!

This photowalk began one July night post tennis match with Tyler and surprise evening downpour. It was one of those warm sleepy nights that called to us just because we had nothing better to do. I stepped outside with just my phone camera, finger at the ready on the shutter. I waded through the thick air, whose texture felt similar to the bread pudding we had enjoyed for dessert, to a few spots that had looked inviting earlier on in the day. But as soon as I jabbed the camera close, their subtle beauty faded and I couldn’t seem to coax it back out no matter the angle nor distance I shot from. The weak settings sun was failing to push through the weighted canopy of clouds, and as it was only getting darker and darker, we decided to turn for home. Maybe the walk back took on a quiet peace and grandeur of its own… I’ll let the pictures finish the story.

These photos are a reminder that there is beauty to be found in the everyday- beauty that you might not even notice until you stop looking. Sure, there isn’t much glitz and flanker here to gran your attention from miles away, but does there need to be? I believe that by giving yourself up to these often overlooked midsummer scenes, there is a slow, calm peace to be found. Follow the striking edges of tree branches, notice how the light and the absence of it tease each other across photos, and let your curiosity about the red-shirted protagonist (shout- out to my fabulous model Tyler!) run wild. You get to choose where these pictures begin and end.

Part of Summer Challenges.

Some nice Minnesota winter photographed from the comfort of my shorts and t shirt!!

A dazzling selection of photographs made to capture the essence of its name, life of its daily inhabitants, sparkling nature, and time tested and enriched soul: This is Soglio, Switzerland. Prepare to step 200 years back in time.

My team included my dad, mom, and Tyler: four hardy photographers with foot and mind intent on capturing Life in Soglio.