L7 Brown line. Av Tibidabo
mood: defeated,

isolated YET UPLIFTED
I hate to say this but I think one of the places that I have learned the most is by simply riding on the metro! Not only is the convenient but also it is exponentially better than any public transportation I have ever seen in the United States. Not that the United States doesn’t have a public transportation but it simply is not as extensive and accessible. When I first came to Barcelona I quickly became familiar with the metro. I bought a T-joven and soon realized that the T-joven would become my best friend! I take the metro everyday for 20 minutes to and from school. Along my journeys around the city I have gotten the opportunity to observe, talk and interact with many Catalans. Whether I may strike up a conversation with the people sitting next to me or just simply sit back and observe. I have become very familiar with the Catalan language in the metro. I try and decipher what people are saying but I am always content with just observing peoples facial expressions. I have also been exposed to the typical style and clothes that many Catalans wear. As well, as family dynamics including how parents talk to their children and interact. I have also had a few instances where Catalan men will try and approach and talk to me. I find it way more aggressive than the U.S. however; I have grown to deal with it. Many times I don’t even realize how exciting it is to ride the metro because if you look and listen closing there is always something new to see. One instance on the metro I experienced the most heart warming Catalan hospitality I have ever experienced in my life. I was having a HORRIBLE day, everything seemed like it was going wrong. I was 6,000 miles away from home and never felt so far away and alone in my life. I was looking out the window listening to my ipod with tears running down my face. It was about 8 o’clock at night and woman came over and sat next to me. She began speaking Catalan to me and soon she realized I did not understand. She then did something heartwarming and amazing. She just stop talking, read my facial expression and put her arms around and me and hugged me. Eventually, I found out she spoke English and we chatted and made me feel significantly better. However, in that moment I don’t think I could have ask for anything more. Even though I felt so isolated and alone and separated from everyone around me there is no language of love. Catalonia really was there for me in a way I could have never expected. I am almost crying writing this journal entry. I will never forget my Catalan hug.


Ciutat Vella or Barri Gotic. The inhabitants of Barcino decided to build the center of the city right around the Cathedral and religious center. The center of the city was the forum, a space for commerce and meetings to occur. I made connections with this notion of the forum or center of the city with other ancient Roman cities I had seen like Girona for example. Girona had a very



