Kim, Christina, Barcelona

I’m enjoying it here very much. I love going to work and I love my students! I never thought I’d be staying here this long, but me and my roommate Christina have extended the lease on our apartment and I guess we’re staying longer than intended! She also fell in love with the city, and I can’t really blame her. The architecture is amazing, the city noises and the liveliness, and the Spanish language chiming in from all sides. Not to sound too romantic, but it’s like a wonderful dream. Every time I look at my favorite watch I realize how quickly time goes by when you’re enjoying yourself.

Not that I don’t miss home, of course I do. I miss my brother and my family and friends, I miss going to my favorite places in my hometown, the museums, and the pubs. Sometimes I get nostalgic, but also feel bad for loving Barcelona as much as I do, but it’s as Alejandro, one of my students, says, you can do both – missing your old home and enjoying your new home. And we weren’t even talking about me, we were talking about a silly movie that he saw on TV! But what he said stuck with me, he made so much sense.

Christina and I have started exploring the city more, now that we decided we’re staying a little longer. We take long walks around the buildings and parks a few days a week, have a coffee to go, or sometimes sit in the cafes and bars if we feel like it. Apart from some colleagues at work, we haven’t befriended any new people, but everyone is usually so friendly, so I think we’ll meet some new friends soon.

Last week we went to a movie for the first time together and it was so much fun. We’d both had a particularly long day that day – I was dealing with a headache on top of planning the school recital for the kids, and Christina just had a long and hard day at work with clients and her boss’ demands. But cinema, popcorn, and beer was a fitting remedy for the woes of that day.

Oftentimes, because we’re not really permanent residents here, our stay feels like one long vacation, even though we have work in the morning. But it’s nice when you’re in a beautiful city, speaking one of your favorite languages, and enjoying your work. So for now, me and Christina will go on exploring Barcelona.

¡Hasta la próxima vez! Xo

Better than Home

Teaching English in a foreign country is fun, if not a bit of a challenge. I live in Barcelona, a glorious place laden with creative and exciting architecture. Everyone wants to learn my language which gives a lot of work. Because the city is advanced culturally, life is not as difficult as it could be in, say, Kenya or Tibet. It is a sophisticated environment that meets my every need. I found a beautiful flat which was amazingly affordable as it is a long walk from the city center. That is okay by me. I love to greet people as I make the trek.

When I first looked for living quarters, I had little choice. It was the high season for tourists. I made do with a cheap hotel until my current flat was available. I am so glad that I waited. It has a large picture window overlooking the park, where you will find me most evenings walking my dog. I love cities with energy. It radiates from every building and every tree. It is rather magical. The kitchen is small but well equipped with all the usual conveniences, even if they are apartment size. I like to shop daily like the locals, so it doesn’t matter what the size is of my refrigerator. I love fresh fare.

The bathroom is the best place in the flat. It is decked out in hand-painted tiles no doubt made by a local artisan. It is gorgeous as it covers the shower and the floor. It has a pedestal sink to save space and a wonderful modern oval-shaped toilet like the ones here. I didn’t expect a new one when I moved in. My friends tell me I am lucky. Their toilets are always breaking down. Mine is better than home. When I lie in bed at night and count my blessings, I remember how important toilets are. I have yet to call a plumber or handyman. Everything in the bathroom is in perfect working order.

I have plastered the walls of the flat with photos I have taken of the region. I like to explore and wander on weekends. You can walk for miles and miles. I am getting strong legs! If I want to go to the country, I will borrow a bike or motor scooter. That’s how it is done. Once, while out in the wilds, I visited a small, rustic café to use the restroom. The toilet was so archaic that I won’t even describe it. It was a cut above a hole in the ground with a small slab of concrete on either side. I really marvel now at my own toilet and how state-of-the-art it is. I think it is a Kohler. It is sleek and elegant, typical of the brand.

If I ever have to move, it will be hard to replace the accommodations I now have. Barcelona is an old city and they have only recently started to renovate the outlying streets.

A Comedy of Errors

You think that things will always be okay and that the status quo can be trusted. Not so. No matter where you live, in the US or abroad (as I am in Barcelona), things can go wrong. You just hope you can cope with it and fix it promptly so life can return to normal. This can get complicated at times. In my case, it can be exacerbated by a language barrier. While I speak Spanish, I do not speak the dialect used by many who live in the countryside. This came to light in an annoying way when my kitchen faucet broke. My landlord told me that repair was my responsibility. That I understood clearly. So I had to find a local plumber, and I hoped to secure one who wouldn’t break the bank. Plumbers in the US have the reputation of charging a fortune, no matter how simple the job. I looked around and consulted some neighbors so I could count on a reasonable fee.

What is most important to me is promptness and reliability. You depend on your kitchen faucet if you cook at home. I do and I also wash things in the sink that I don’t want to take to the laundromat. I was in a quandary until the plumber arrived. I had to wait but a day and he appeared on schedule. He got out his tools and took a look under the sink. He started to talk to me in his own language. I stood there like a statue. I heard some numbers and thought he might be quoting his fee. I didn’t want to agree to anything I didn’t understand. You should have seen the two of us trying to communicate using hand gestures. He even resorted to writing something down on paper. Of course I couldn’t read it. It was a comedy of errors since he apparently wanted to replace the entire faucet instead of just stopping the leak. That was much more than I bargained for. I made a sign to him to “stop!”

We never did get the hang of communicating in our respective languages. He was a nice enough fellow and I didn’t truly think he was trying to cheat me. We just had to come to terms with the work required and its cost. If the faucet were defective, it would have been a different matter; but I thought why couldn’t he just plug the hole in the under sink pipe? It isn’t always assumed by any handyman or tradesman that you want the most economical job. He on the other hand probably thinks the most complete repair is the best. Since I am only a renter, I did not share this view. It would be different if I owned my home. On and on we went, blabbering and gesturing with our hands. It took some time before I think he got my point. The repair was accomplished quickly, at the right price, and now I could use the faucet for any purpose.

Day of Low Budget Pampering

I live and love the city of Barcelona and its cheerful ambiance. It is full of the most amazing Gaudi architecture so I enjoy long walks so I can see the many examples. There is something truly amazing about being a foreigner in such a land. You see things with different eyes no doubt than the natives who are used to everything. Only someone who comes from another country can appreciate the local charm. I am so lucky to have selected this divine place in northern Spain. There were many options for me, but this was number one. I am here with a blog to spread the word.

I walk about in good weather in my favorite sandals because they don’t bind my feet. With other types of shoes, I find that they get swollen and thus they hamper my ability to go really far. Barcelona is the kind of city that is compact enough that you can get around on foot. On other days, you can take a bus or cab, or even ride a bike. There are many motorbikes on the road as they are easy to maneuver and park. Back to the sandals. You can imagine that people see my toes quite well and that I need to keep my toenails manicured. Foot care is part of my regular routine. I like to spend a day pampering myself, and since I don’t always s go to the salon (to save money why else?), it is a low-budget affair. I am pretty good at manicures and pedicures and can style my hair with ease.

A good pedicure begins with washing my feet with soap and water then a soaking in a warm bath of water scented with lemons and oranges. This is the relaxing and refreshing part. I dry my feet after at least fifteen minutes and apply oil to the nail bed to soften it. Overgrown nails are then cut down before filing to smooth them out. Many people like to buff their toenails at this point. I then prune the cuticles and survey anything on the bottom of the foot that has to be done. This means attention to callouses from my foot callus remover and rough skin on the heel. I work slowly and carefully so as not to cut any vulnerable skin. The next step is a mini massage with a lubricating body lotion. This is the part that stands out in a salon. It is not quite the same if you do it yourself. But it is better than nothing.

After the lotion it is time to apply polish. You have to rid the nails of any lotion residue first. A pedicure requires skill and a steady hand. If you slip, you have to clean up misapplied polish with a Q-tip soaked in nail polish remover. You can do it at the end of this phase or as you go nail by nail. Once you have applied to two coats and a protective top coat, you let your toenails dry for an hour and then you are ready for those revealing sandals.

Numbers Don’t Lie

When I moved to Barcelona I wanted to embrace the culture with open arms. I didn’t want to bring old ways with me and not try something new. I actively sought new experiences and that meant exploring the city and surrounding towns, reading up on the area’s history, and adopting new habits including the content of my meals. I ate out often so I could frequent recommended restaurants that specialized in the most exquisite cuisine. A great part of living abroad is doing as the locals do. I also tried cooking, but found my skills lacking. I preferred the restaurants and invitations to people’s homes. They knew of my quest for newfound tastes and often made Spanish dishes with a regional twist. I learned a lot about food in a short period of time.

Food is ingested daily in order to survive so you can imagine what happens when you compound all this culinary goodness. I packed on a few pounds. I had no idea. I just assumed if I ate normal portions, I would remain the same size. Apparently this is a misconception. It is not just the quantity that counts in controlling weight but the ingredients and the calories that reside. I went for months thinking I was the same until some of my clothes started to become a bit tight. Not wanting to believe the inevitable, I jumped on the bathroom scale. Well, my friend, numbers don’t lie—that is, unless your scale is broken or it’s not the most accurate scale. Sadly mine was not so I had to accept the cold, hard fact that I had blossomed in size. I now knew what many people forget when living abroad: you are not eating as you did at home so you can’t expect the status quo over time. I wanted the numbers to be wrong, but they were right. It was time to buy new clothes or change my eating habits. This plan was difficult as it meant missing out on so much of my new Barcelonan life.

It is hard to cut down on portions and stay satisfied after meals. Okay, I could eliminate breakfast without much pain. I resorted to the practice of having an early lunch. I absolutely refused to stop visiting friends, but I did let some know about my dilemma. They were happy to oblige. It did reduce the fun a lot but I started to lose a few inches. I could now keep my old clothes although I was more than willing to adopt the local styles. That, like the food you eat, is part of the foreign living experience. So as not to give up on Spanish food entirely (for which I had a definite liking), I allowed myself one day a week to indulge. I could have anything I wanted including dessert if I was good the rest of the time. This plan worked as hard as it was. As soon as you sample tasty food, you absolutely want more.

A Gooey, Delicious Evening

I love entertaining, but my apartment is a small space. I have to limit myself to one or two guests, maybe for a simple dinner. My kitchen is not enormous either. I can whip up some nice local dishes and I have been collecting recipes. My dining table only seats four. When I get an invitation to visit a friend, I am thrilled as it offers a nice change of pace. Usually there are a variety of people and I meet new acquaintances. One friend in particular always has creative ideas for a festive evening. She might invite someone who plays flamenco guitar or a singer or two. Otherwise, we listen to recorded music and indulge ourselves in preselected treats.

One of the best features of my friend’s place is the lovely welcoming fireplace. I often say it’s one of the Finest Fires that I’ve ever seen! Who doesn’t wish they had one? I don’t. I have thought about a portable model, but alas there just isn’t living room space. I would have to move out the sofa and that is something I can’t do without. This is where I sit down to chat with a friend or play with a pet. I am always grateful to be invited out, but often feel that I have nothing much to offer. I can bring something to drink or possibly some simple finger food. One time when I was invited for a return visit, I suggested a great way to use the fireplace. Usually, it is for looks and when it is cold, for heat and warmth. Everyone loves it. Here’s what happened. I brought some graham crackers, a few bars of plain chocolate, and a bag of marshmallows. Can you tell where I am going with this? Yes, I wanted to teach some locals what we adore in the US—s’mores. For many in Barcelona, this is an unknown dessert. They don’t know the delicious gooiness that I crave. Frankly, I haven’t had them for years. It was a staple of my childhood, especially when my family went camping. When I got older, I learned how to build a fire in the pit in the backyard and make my own. I would invite friends over who left with smiles on their faces. This treat brings joy.

The Barcelonans were no different. They watched as I made the first one. I waited until the fire had died down a bit so I wouldn’t get burned. You don’t want it to be blazing for sure. You end up with charcoal s’mores. After my demonstration, I asked each guest to take their turn. They couldn’t wait. One by one they ate the American delicacy and licked their lips with appreciation. More than one person had two or more. It was the main snack of the evening. He camaraderie was wonderful, no doubt because of the way we grouped around the fire. I can’t think of any better way to introduce myself to new friends. My hostess friend said it was a super surprise.

Rough Start to the Day

I value my sleep. It is not always easy to nod off as my brain mulls over the trials and tribulations of a hard day. Nothing is worse than being awakened too early. I require at least eight solid hours of shuteye. If you have noisy neighbors, it can be the bane of your existence. If I am really tired it helps. Doing exercise in the evening, even after dinner, helps me unwind and relaxes my muscles. A workout in the gym, however, at a late hour is not always possible. I can watch a good movie, listen to music, meditate, read a favorite book, or try other methods to help me fall asleep quickly and efficiently. Imagine my irritation when I was awakened after a very late night by someone using an electric pressure washer to clean the sidewalk in front of their house. This person was indeed an early bird and inadvertently was making me one. What on earth was he doing? As I looked across the street I noticed some dark berry colored stains on the sidewalk from some kind of bud that proliferated on a nearby tree.

Now I was really up with fully open eyes as I watched this ridiculous scene. Why did my neighbor decide to do the cleanup chore at exactly the most inopportune time? I couldn’t go back to sleep as much as I wanted to, so I got up and dressed myself and decided to go to a local coffee house to have a good Spanish breakfast. I shouldn’t have been surprised that there were other early morning patrons because many people do this before work. They eat, read the paper, and get ready for their day. Mine unfortunately had a rough start. But now I am going to tell you how it got better in no time flat. The cutest man came over to my table to take my order. I couldn’t stop staring at his good looks. I think his presence was going to salvage my day. My food arrived and I was pleased to see how attentive he was as I ate. I lingered for as long as I could before finding that I was going to be pressed for time. Maybe some fantasies had started to form in my mind as I sipped my black coffee. People do meet after all in all kinds of unexpected places and this goes for Barcelona, too.

The morning was progressing and I had a smile on my face. The waiter finally brought me my check. His smile was bigger than mine as he asked for my cell phone number. I handed him the device and suggested that he program it in. Then I would know his name. He did the same for me and I was thrilled to realize that he was indeed going to call. Either one of us could make the first move. A day later he did, sparing me any embarrassment. I wonder if I would have worked up the nerve myself. We started to date and I have to thank my neighbor with the pressure washer for playing a big part in our meeting.