After feeling really discouraged and disillusioned because things didn’t work out the way I desperately wanted them to, I managed to pivot and devote my energy to having fun and connecting with friends, old and new. Of course, there was still the source of stress that was finding a room for Radek. More on that later.
Now for this particular post, I will need to introduce a couple vocabulary words:
- Guiri [guee-ree]: the slang that Spaniards use for foreigners, particularly white ones from the US, Canada, etc.
- Paki [pa-kee]: a small supermarket, usually owned by Pakistanis, that sells random stuff. notorious for selling alcohol to underage people and open 24/7
My new living arrangement is SO great; I really feel like another member of the family. The Sanchez family treat me like a son, and I couldn’t have asked for a better living arrangement. The mom, Janet, is super sweet and caring. We bonded over our love for Peruvian cuisine and INCA COLA. She taught me how to make a Peruvian sauce called la broncaina. I also went with her a couple of times to walk the dog and buy groceries when I had nothing to do. She is like my mom in the sense that she can talk forever, so we always have things to talk about. The dad, Marcelo, is cut from the same cloth. He is hard-working, super nice, and he loves to tinker. He and I bonded over our love for soccer and watches. He has a very nice collection of watches of all sorts of different brands. Nothing crazy expensive, but all very elegant. In fact, he knows a place that can help me get my watches all fixed up and is planning to take me next week. The son, Diego, is my age. We have very different personalities but I think that we compliment each other very well. I really like him and it is nice that he has friends that I can always go and hang out with. We also share passions for music, skating, and tech. The other really good thing about this new place is that while it is pretty far from my host family distance-wise, it is very well connected by the commuter train. I can take the commuter train from the train station by my house and in 11 minutes be at the metro station by my host family's house. So I won't be missing my siblings too much!
In addition to bonding with my new family, I have been reconnecting with my old friends from when I went to school here. First, I reached out to Reda and Uri, who are just as cool as I remember them being. I watched Reda’s team absolutely demolish the team they were playing, with the big man himself leading the team. Although he shoots free throws worse than Shaq (sorry to expose you like that chief). Then, I hung out with Libe, who I was never that close with in high school. He is witty, sassy, and shares my love for fashion and clothes. He showed me how to live the Barcelona lifestyle like a true local, giving me advice for buying groceries, going to bars/clubs, and shopping for trendy clothes. In fact, he took me to some of the cool new stores that have become popular in Barcelona since I have been gone. We checked out the Carhartt store (shoutout Kade), the HUGE Uniqlo store (shoutout Reed), and then this cool store called Weekday. He also took me to this little joint called “Patatas Sultan” that sells french fries for 1 euro. Apparently it’s a MACBA (skate plaza) life staple. On the way over, he told me that the guy in the store was always pretty rude, but when I found out the owner was Persian and started talking to him in my (broken) farsi, he warmed up immediately. Now I have a place to take a snack break while skating!! Lastly, I reconnected with two of the girls from my school, Valeria y Marta. I never really interacted that much with them in high school, but Valeria was SUPER warm when I reached out to her out of nowhere on instagram. She is smart, sweet, and sees eye-to-eye with me on a lot of things. She will be my go-to when I have girl questions in Spain LOL (dont worry Ally, you wont be replaced).
This past weekend was a huge party in Spain called La Mercé, where they celebrate the patron saint of Barcelona. It really has nothing to do with religion in any way, shape, or form. Basically all of the young people go out and get wasted in the streets by the thousands! It is, as the locals say, "typical Espanish" (check my manalogue post to see what mean). I went out on Thursday night with my roommate and friend, Diego, and then my Venezuelan friends. We hung out, skated a little, and then went to get some alcohol when the plaza started filling up. When we went to the paki to buy a couple of beers, the following dialogue ensued: