Today, January 7th, I touched down in Barcelona. After hours of traveling via plane and missing my connecting flight in Germany, I finally made it to Barcelona safe and sound. As the other college kids making the same journey and I flooded the airport, IES was patiently waiting for us to guide us through the necessary steps of the beginning of our journey.
Oddly enough while waiting for my luggage, I met up with one of my friends from school because he was waiting for his luggage which had been lost when he changed flights in London. I was just happy that I had all my bags even though I had missed the connecting flight in Germany. After grabbing my bags and meeting a few new people, we all went our separate ways to our houses.
After not taking Spanish for 5 years, I realized how rusty my Spanish truly was when I attempted to tell the taxi driver my address. After a few seconds of broken Spanish, I showed him the address and the rest of the car ride was silent. After the awkward taxi ride, I met my host mom and roommates, unpacked, and finally settled in. The first difference that I noticed was how small everything was in the apartment; the rooms, the kitchen, the bathrooms, even the shower. Now, I have no problem with this; however, the one aspect of Barcelona that I knew was going to be hard to adjust to was the city itself.
I grew up and have lived in a small town my entire life. I live in the middle of the woods (as you can see above) with no neighbors and my house is not visible from the road. It is extremely secluded and private, and Barcelona is the exact opposite. Right away I knew this was going to be the challenge that I was going to have to overcome during my four month stay. I'll get back to you in a few weeks to let you know how I have adjusted to the big city of Barcelona.
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