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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

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

Besos y abrazos…

Besos y abrazos…

One day during lunch, my coworkers and I were discussing religion.   Yes, a taboo topic amongst co-workers in America, but this is Spain – with the exception of perhaps Franco – nothing is really off limits.  Specifically, we were talking about the conservative nature of the Muslim religion.  My co-worker (of the XY variety) then … Continue reading

When tío doesn’t mean uncle…

When tío doesn’t mean uncle…

While my Spanish has improved a thousand fold since my arrival, this past weekend I had a brief encounter which reminded me that every day is still a school day. My friend and I were about to leave the club when this guy asked me to dance.  It was 5am, my feet hurt, and I … Continue reading

Lets go have a café…

Lets go have a café…

It is Monday morning and as per usual of my life in Barcelona, I went to bed too late and woke up too early.  I am in desperate need of a café.  During my first few weeks at work I continued my same morning routine from New York in Barcelona.  I would arrive at the … Continue reading

Es lo que hay…

Es lo que hay…

I am a little late in starting this blog.  I had this grand idea of becoming a blogger upon landing in Barcelona and capturing all those funny ex pat moments one experiences when moving to a new country and being immersed in a new language and culture -like that awkward moment on my first day … Continue reading