Posted in March 2012

Discovering my American-ness…

Discovering my American-ness…

Even though I was born and raised in the United States, I can’t say that I ever felt very American when I lived there.  Occasionally, I would feel a surge of American pride – like during the Olympics or on the anniversary of September 11th – but otherwise I strongly identified with being Latina.  Spanish … Continue reading

Holi Catalunya…

Holi Catalunya…

Holi – the festival of colors – is a religious holiday that marks the beginning of spring.  It is celebrated on the last full moon day of the lunar month Phalguna (February/March) of the Hindu calendar.  During this time, the normally strict social rules are abandoned, and people of all ages, gender, class and casts intermingle to … Continue reading

Oops I did it again…

Oops I did it again…

When you move to another country with different cultural norms, you are bound to commit a few faux pas.  After living in Barcelona for nearly two years, I thought I had gotten most of mine out of the way.  Alas, I was sadly mistaken. Last weekend, my friend and I decided to go to Quilombo to … Continue reading

Ode to the calçot…

Ode to the calçot…

Catalunya has many traditions that revolve around food.  It is one of the many reasons this food-o-phile is so enamored with this region.  We are currently in peak calçot season – which usually begins in mid to late January and runs through early spring. A calçot (in catalan the letter “ç” is pronounced for all intent and purposes like … Continue reading

La gente está muy loca…

La gente está muy loca…

I miss my previous neighbors.  They were a friendly, quiet, young, married, couple from Valencia.  After over a year of living across the hall from each other, we had finally become friends.  I had even started a Spanish-English intercambio with the wife in an attempt to perfect my castellano (to understand why I needed this intercambio … Continue reading

Mi grapadora roja…

Mi grapadora roja…

We have a grapadora problem in the office.  There is a limited supply and they always seem to disappear or jam.  People with staplers get a little possessive over them – or maybe its just me and my only child syndrome.  One day, I tried making a Milton grapadora roja joke at work, but it fell completely flat … Continue reading