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Photo Dump and Project Finalization!

Hey everyone! I have officially made it back home and have completed my Lumos project. 🙂 I’ll provide a more in depth report of what I’ve done with my presentation coming up, but wow has it been a dream. This opportunity has opened a path into my future that I thought I wasn’t sure I would be able to have, and I’m forever blessed. For now, here’s another photo dump and thanks for following along in my journey!

Here’s my younger sister in Spain visiting before starting her study abroad program through Belmont in Paris for a semester! This was her first time in Spain, so it was only right to try and show her around as much as I could

We explored Toledo (a city just about an hour south of Madrid) too! It was so incredibly hot... It was the hottest it had ever been in the region this weekend...  but regardless we pushed on!

We even saw the Bolivian festival that was set to happen that weekend as well on Gran VĂ­a! We didn’t stay for too long, but it was amazing to see the traditional dances and music on the street!

Then, the following weekend after my sister left for Paris, I went to Marbella, MĂĄlaga to see the beach again as my last trip before having to come back home the following week. This trip was amazing and don’t even get me started with the seafood! The food was incredibly fresh and quite literally the best seafood I’ve had.

Once I got back to Madrid, I spent the rest of the week resting and visiting the Thyssen-Bornemisza National Museum and a park nearby that I’d never gone to before. The Thyssen museum is located just a few minutes away from the Prado and had beautiful artwork as well.

And of course, more peacocks along the way!

And I even got to see the renovated BernabĂ©u stadium which seemed like a huge spaceship after work being done since 2019! The stadium is now undergoing its final completion phase, and should be ready for full use soon. It’s an incredible work of architecture, and the time and effort shows it all.

This trip has been incredibly special, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything else in the world. These last two weeks have been tranquil yet still very exciting to explore parts of the city I’d never seen before. I’ve learned so much, and the connections I’ve made here are some that I’ll never lose. Not only had this experience taught me to step out of my comfort zone, but it has pushed me to be a better version of myself. Whether it be improving my Spanish, trying new foods, or exploring places solo, it all has expanded my capacity of who I am as an individual. No matter how small a detail like this may feel, it builds who I am, and I’m incredibly proud of what I have been able to do abroad here in Madrid, and it has motivated even more to pursue what I want to do after this. I look forward to more adventures ahead with this experience now with me! Again, thanks for following along my short but meaningful journey. 🙂

My Final Week – A Turn Back To Reality (pt. 2)

Along with my last blog update, there has been a lot of other things I’ve been able to do as well outside of the work I’ve been doing. One of the most exciting moments being my sister coming into town to visit before she started her study abroad program in Paris this semester through Belmont!

When my sister came, I was able to show her around the city and take her to many places she wanted to visit as well. For example, the day that she arrived, we walked through the Prado Museum and Retiro Park after she took a needed break from a relatively long flight. There, we saw as much as we could of the beautiful artworks as well as the more notable ones. Then, we walked all the way to one side of the park that had the roaming peacocks since she had been wanting to see them for a while. After some much needed sleep the next day having done a good amount of walking all through her jet-lag, we continued on our exploration throughout the area. This included a day trip to Toledo, a beautiful town about an hour south of Madrid where the town was built around castle ruins. The town including Madrid that weekend was incredibly hot with the heatwave going on that we were trying our best to hide in the shade as best as we could all day. However, the heat wasn’t going to ruin her weekend and the remaining days were filled with showing her around Sol, Gran VĂ­a, Fuencarral, and El Rastro as each are very well known locations nearby one other. Of course there are many other places as well, but these were the places that stood out to her. Overall, her visit to Madrid for the first time went smoothly, and I’m super grateful to have been able to be with her when she did.

The next activity I was able to do over the following weekend was take a weekend trip to Marbella down south again by the beach! Here, the weather was amazing and the seafood was incredibly fresh. During August, many people escape to the beaches because of the heat, and Marbella showed exactly just that. Here, I was able to enjoy some time off again and enjoy the heat away from Madrid’s concrete oven-like heat for a few days. Gratefully, the weekend passed by smoothly, and I was able to get back to Madrid right as the heatwave was predicted to pass. Now, Madrid has cooled down an immense amount, and the summer is coming to an end. With September just around the corner, and a few days left in my trip, it’s been an impacting experience filled with joys of learning. There’s so much I’ll be taking home with me from here, and we’ll see what these last couple days have in store for me 🙂

Another blog and photo dump coming soon! Keeping up with this blog has been a blast, and I can’t wait to show you all what more beautiful things I’ve been able to see!

New Tasks + Weekend Trip!

What a blast these last few weeks have been. From accumulating more experiences at work to having a weekend off with friends at the beach in Valencia, it has been great. I couldnÂŽt be more grateful for all the friends that IÂŽve made here and to be able to travel with them is amazing.

At work, due to renovations being done at the second office location in the city, I have been able to assist my coworkers with different tasks. Although I havenÂŽt been traveling outside the city center as I had been in June and July, there is still much work to be done in preparation for September’s work month. Making appointments with immigrants that need paperwork done with the lawyer to receive consultations on their situation in the country, it’s a lot of work to handle. Moreso, it’s interesting to see how this process goes with the organization here. For example, handling important documents, bringing in paperwork, and the next steps that are needed to get these people in a better position than where they are now. The lives these people lived in their home country to come to Spain in hopes of living a better life are what keeps them dedicated in their journey. For some, even without having proper paperwork, are trying to find ways to solidify their legalization and standing within the country. Many of which come from finding a job, but it’s difficult without proper paperwork and schooling. From the people that I was able to sit and interact with, with my coworker, most immigrants that came looking for help either had no college or high school degree, and to find jobs without having had higher education is hard and quite limited in any instance. However, although it’s hard, there’s always hope in finding what they need and living the life they hope they can live.

Outside of work, I’ve been able to rest and spend some quality time with friends that I’ve met here. Whether that be grabbing lunch or dinner with them or simply just walking around the city and hanging out, I’ve been enjoying and trying to make the most out of the time off that I have. This past weekend, I was able to take a trip out to Valencia where we went to the beach and explored different parts of the city. We also saw the sunset and how lively the beachside was during the evenings. Of course, this was all combined with amazing paellas and seafood! The food was incredibly fresh! Having been once, I thought I had a feeling of what I could expect the city to be, but oh was I wrong
 Valencia is another incredibly large city with so much you can do. Although many people travel down for the beach and paellas, the city has a special charm that people would have to come visit to understand.

I can’t wait to see what more awaits these coming days! This has been an incredible experience so far, and I couldn’t be more grateful to be able to do what I do with my coworkers and friends.

New Experiences :)

Hey everyone! Here’s another update for you all about what has gone on since the last:

To start off, my roommates and I with a few other friends went to Madrid’s Pride weekend celebration on the 5th! I had never gone to any in the U.S., and I had heard that Pride weekend in Madrid was filled with fun events for all, so I couldn’t not go. Unfortunately, I did not celebrate the 4th of July with a backyard barbecue with family, but I was able to talk and reflect on the day with my roommates wondering what our families were up to that day. Of course, we knew it was going to be a day of celebration, but Madrid had a couple places to recognize the day for the Americans that were there. Since then, the following the days I was able to spend time with my friends during the evenings after work watching the sunset while having a picnic at a park nearby, going out to eat tapas throughout the city, and exploring places outside Madrid. This past weekend I was able to go about an hour and a half outside the city to a town called Candelada and spend the day there at their natural pools that was filled with water purely from the mountains by the city. It was beautiful to see... I had never seen water so clear. Then, the following day, I was able go out to a park and play basketball and paddle with a friend. I hadn’t played basketball in so long, and padel was something I wasn’t accustomed to, so it was a day of learning and fun. For those that don’t know what paddle is, imagine tennis but with a softer and larger pickle ball paddle where the court is lined with a wall/barrier where you can play the ball off of. It’s an interesting sport to say nonetheless, but very entertaining to play.

In terms of work, l’ve had a mix of working with people directly with my coworker to more administrative work compiling/organizing paperwork for those that we had seen over the last couple days. In terms of in-person work, my coworker and I spent a few days last week at the organization’s other office location in Usera where we hosted more courses for those looking for basic assistance in finding work around the area. I was able to assist them 1 on 1 to teach them how to start writing one as well as using the technology they had to their advantage. Many of them struggled navigating their phones and computers, so it was a mix of teaching them how to use one as well as conversing with them to better learn about their abilities and characteristics. From establishing better understanding of their past work experience and their potentiality working here in Spain (depending on if they had necessary paperwork or not), I was able to assist them the best I could and redirect them to more professional help if they needed whether it be on the phone or in person.

Otherwise, in terms of these recent past two weeks, this is practically all! Spending time with friends, going out to explore more parts of the area that l’ve never been to, and eating good foods has been the routine so far. It’s been a continuing wonderful experience here so far, and I’m grateful for the work that l’m doing for the organization as well as the locals here.

To more adventures ahead 🙂

 

Meaningful Observations and Insightful Experience

These past two weeks has been one for the books. Since the last blog, I visited the Reina Sofía National Art Museum, went to Madrid’s Chinatown, saw my host family in Valladolid (the kids LOVED the snacks), hung out with friends, and had very productive days at work.

Having already visiting the Prado Museum here in the past, the Reina Sofía was one I really wanted to visit for a while. The artworks of Salvador Dalí and Pablo Picasso were amazing to see, especially Picasso’s famous Guernica piece. There were so many other artworks of many Spanish artists that filled the museum, and walking around I noticed it was primarily a museum of modern and contemporary art. The Prado museum holds more classical European works with pieces of Diego Velázquez, Francisco Goya, and El Greco. Of course, this isn’t all but simply the names that stand out the most. This is to say, the Reina Sofía museum was amazing and cannot be compared to the Prado museum due to their distinct and differing artworks. Each holds intrinsically beautiful pieces that make the museums what they respectfully are.

One of my roommates and I this day also went to the Chinatown of Madrid where there was a diverse array of stores, foods, and culture. If anyone reading now has been to cities like New York or Chicago, seeing their Chinatown and the one here is quite similar but still holds their unique qualities. Having been to the Chinatown in New York, I feel as if there was a more diverse range of people that would visit the area than Madrid. Here, you see a mostly concentrated Chinese community roaming around together which is a fact that I recently learned working with my organization here. Apparently, many of the Chinese immigrants in Madrid like to stick together, and stay within their community than to expand out. This is to say, that there is somewhat of a cultural difference in being in Spain versus the U.S. When I think of Nashville, yes, we do see more concentrated areas of immigrants or people of color around the city. However, I noticed that I feel as if it’s still somewhat more diverse when roaming around in Nashville, compared to here. In Madrid, even myself as an Asian, if I walk around certain parts of the city that may have a much smaller racially diverse population, I experience being looked/stared at as I walk by. It’s definitely an odd feeling but something that I’ve become accustomed to while having been here in the past and today.

Next, my trip to Valladolid was one I truly cherished. Seeing my host family again after a while was so fun, and I was able to see the kids’ triathlon competition! Once they were done, we spent time at the pool at their grandparents’ house eating wonderful homemade lasagna and playing paddle. We celebrated the recent birthdays of the daughter and the dad, and it was a beautiful day to spend time with one another. Although it was only a day trip, I made the most out of it as I could and couldn’t be more grateful for their hospitality.

I also had an incredible last two weeks at work. Going through paperwork, the data we collected while going to different parts of the city, and taking calls, I’ve learned so much about what the recent immigrants in this community seek for. Many people are in search of job opportunities but face difficulties finding them due to their lack of paperwork. Thus, they seek the organization’s help to find places that take in individuals without them while we help them through the process of getting those paperwork done. My coworker and I went back to Villaconejos after a while to assist a Moroccan family receive their paperwork as well as sign other individuals up for Spanish classes to better their speaking, writing, and reading abilities. We also went back to Carabaña to help others as well, and I was able to practice speaking English with someone who asked for time with me to talk. It’s been a great two weeks of experience since the last, and I continue to look forward to what I can learn about myself and this community through my work with this organization.

I’ve realized that my last post has been deprived of photos, so here are some that I’ve taken since then!

Side note: It’s been sweltering hot these last few weeks... According to many of the locals, the Madrilenian summer heatwave has begun early.

Tiny Wurm, Big World

Welcome to my very first blog!

I am slowly learning how to put the stories, ideas, and thoughts I encounter into words for you to not only read, but to experience for yourself. I am honored that you are willing to take a moment of your own life to read about mine through a smudged laptop screen, big, ol’ desktop, or whatever your viewing screen of choice happens to be. 

Well, I am moving to India.

Who would’ve thought? Not my parents.

Well, perhaps... I assume they knew that this was coming before I broke the news to them, but to you all this move overseas may raise some questions. Allow me to share where this all began. 

I initially felt a tug on my heart to visit India about 2 years ago. 

May of 2017 to be exact. 

As most dreams do, it began as a small seed in the back of my mind. I slowly began to water the thought of India with books and conversations and prayers and movies and anything else within my reach, and before I knew it, I had a full grown tree of thought taking root in not only my mind, but also in my heart. 

The obsession with this place spilled over into a deep love for the culture and people of India. 

I visited twice in early 2018, and shortly after my trips, I felt a new small seed being planted in my head to move there. 

Taken during my second visit to India. A moment where I felt tiny, tiny, tiny.

Fast forward a year and here we are! 

After many early morning interviews, long-distance phone call meetings, financial confusions and a few teary-eyed (okay ugly weeping) kitchen breakdowns, I can finally recognize the purpose interwoven in all the moments that led me to right here.

You will hear so much more about this in the coming months, but in just a few short weeks I begin a communications internship with International Justice Mission on the west coast of India.

In somewhat of a short (okay medium to long) version, IJM is a non-profit organization composed of Christian attorneys, social workers, criminal investigators, and support staff. IJM carefully investigates situations of abuse and partners with local officials to free victims from their immediate situations of

danger. After the victims have been freed, IJM seeks to address the root of the problem by prosecuting the perpetrators in local court systems and empowering communities to make structural changes that can prevent such abuses in the future. IJM also works with aftercare providers to help the newly freed victims adjust to a life that is very different from their past oppressive experiences. 

Check out their website for more information (www.ijm.org). 

In early June, I flew to DC for a pre-departure orientation with 79 other IJM interns.

IJM’s headquarters sit on the outskirts of the surprisingly sweet DC area, and the 5 days spent within the walls of the organization, shaking hands of those whom I’d only met over email, praying alongside current employees, filling notepads with the kind of information that sets your soul on fire...those 5 days represent just a small seed of what this year has the potential of growing into. I sat wide-eyed in front of each speaker as they shared about their specific area of expertise within the organization from technology to fundraising, and from cultural immersion to international team building. I learned more about the heart of IJM, absorbed the stories that the organization is founded on, and held back tears as I heard about all that the IJM team plans to accomplish in the years to come. 

The best part is that IJM’s story, team, and mission exceed me. 

This year will break far beyond the walls of my own mind, as I hope to share with you, and anyone who is willing to listen, the stories of rescue and victory and renewal.

I used to say the phrase, “tiny wurm, big world,” whenever I saw something or visited somewhere that made me feel small in the best possible way. 

Looking out at the mountain, the ocean, the waterfall, or the sunset, and being filled with some sort of ‘this is what life is about’ feeling. The tears forming in the corner of your eyes and your heart lifting as though it had just exhaled for the first time in years. The Creator has a way of revealing the most extravagant gifts of the world to us in a way more personal than we could ever describe.

I have a feeling this next year is going to be a lot of those, “tiny wurm, big world,” moments. Perhaps a beautiful sunset or a breathtaking view, or maybe even the feeling I’ll get when I first figure out how to do laundry in India. 

 

Whatever it is, I look forward to sharing that moment with you. 

 

a good photo reference for when someone says they have “laundry for days..” Taken on my second trip to India.

 

 

– kate

 

 

 

 

Some Important Information

Today’s blog is less of a personal account and more informational; however, I still find it unduly necessary for understanding Nepal and my journey across its diverse landscape. These are details to keep in mind when reading my future posts. Whether it be my struggles in documenting everything, observations of Nepali people, or the conditions I faced during the trek—all of things are helpful for better visualization and connection with my story.

Difficulty Capturing the Experience
During my time in the Everest area, commonly referred to as the Khumbu Region, our team had much ground to cover. With treks that lasted anywhere from 5 to 10 hours per day, there was little time for rest. As a result, it was difficult to shoot photography, do research, and collect first-hand accounts from locals—all while in transit. My work had to be done in passing. Because of this, many of my photos were not taken with near the careful consideration I normally prefer. If they had been, the trek might have taken me twice as long. In addition, by the time we made it to our destination each night, exhaustion had so overtaken my body, I would often fall asleep while journaling and recording the day’s events. This cycle of sleeping in a new bed each night, always on the move—and simultaneously trying to gain an accurate understanding of Nepal—was extraordinarily draining. Adventure, when done right, is difficult to document in real time. That is much of why my accounts are in retrospect.

Reserved Culture
I also learned that many of the Nepali people, particularly in the foothills of the Himalayas, are quite reserved. They typically prefer not to have their photo taken. Out of respect, I normally asked permission. Unfortunately, they often declined. One the most disappointing examples of this was missing out on beautiful photo of a Buddhist monk, his face full of rich age and character, as he was artfully painting a large rock with the traditional Buddhist mantra Om mani padme hum. As soon as I pulled out my camera, he smiled, shook his head no, and waved his hand. I politely obliged, but inside I was disappointed not to be able to share this gorgeous scene.

A glimpse of a Buddhist monk as he walks home from his monastery in the small Sherpa village of Phortse.

An example of the rock paintings done by many of the Buddhist monks. All of them repeat the same mantra “Om mani padme hum.”

Photography Challenges
There were many other situations where, as a photographer, accurately capturing the moment was simply impossible. Whether it was the hazy humid skies preventing clear mountain views, the afternoon clouds concealing any sight of the stars, or the logistical nightmare of the wrong lens at the wrong time, I missed many great shots. At one point, I spotted a magnificent mountain goat, standing upon a rocky pinnacle that overlooked a 500 foot drop into the valley below. It was a picturesque moment in the midst of our trek. The only downside was that it was about 50 feet away, requiring me to switch to a longer lens. But with it already being noontime and about 10 miles of trekking ahead of us, I couldn’t hold up the team by changing out my equipment to capture the image. Not to mention, in the time it would have taken to remove my lens from my large stuffed pack, change it out with the smaller lens, and be ready to shoot, the goat likely would have moved from its spot. I had to be content with the equipment available in the moment — thus is the nature of documentary style photography.

Needless to say, wearing the hat of trekker, student, and photographer all at the same time was quite difficult. In the chaos of dusty, steep, and exhausting hikes, I did my best to capture the scenery. Where I have photos, I will share them. Where I have bad photos, I will still share them if important to the story. And where I have no photos at all, I will use words to attempt at painting a mental picture.

A mountain goat looks over the great Himalayan landscape. Unfortunately, I did not have the correct lens on to capture this moment as well as I might prefer.

Weather in Nepal
Many people have asked about how cold or difficult the weather is in the Himalayas. Of course, closer to Everest, the mountains tend to produce their own unique weather patterns. Temperatures can become quite extreme, dipping down into the teens during summer nights. However, for the majority of my journey, the weather was rather cooperative.

Because of its geographic location, Nepal’s winters and summers operate more as rainy and dry seasons. From September until May is the dry season, when rain is unusual, and vegetation subsides as the cold approaches. Spring and Autumn temperatures are quite cool during the day (60°F or so), but by January, they regularly dip down below freezing at night.

From June until August, Nepal experiences what is called the “monsoon season.” This is when temperatures are significantly higher and it rains just about every day—fantastic for agriculture but rather difficult for trekking. For this reason, these months tend to be the off-season for tourism in the Khumbu Region, as few trekkers care for the heat and rain.

Most of our weather was clear and sunny, making for beautiful treks!

Fortunately, I chose a great time of year for my journey. With May coming to a close, Nepal was at the tail end of its dry season. As a result, we got the benefits of the summer temperatures without the downside of the monsoon rain. Our temperatures were fairly high (up to 70°F during the day and 30°F at night) and the heavy rainfall had not yet hit. Our team was very lucky to experience consistently sunny and beautiful days. However, these beautiful days were not without their struggles. The sunlight above 10,000 feet of elevation can be brutal while trekking and the lack of rain meant extremely dusty trails. Many of us had to shield our eyes and faces from the dust, while using copious amounts of sunscreen to protect from potentially severe burns. Not to mention, the higher we climbed, the colder and windier the weather became. For this reason, I had to pack for two climates—the hot and dry days nearer to Lukla, as well as the cold and sometimes snowy days toward Everest Base Camp. Needless to say, while much better than the rainy summer or frigid winter we might otherwise experience, the springtime weather certainly brought its own challenges.

Regions of Nepal
In order to gain a better picture of Nepal’s social climate, it is important to highlight the countries divisions. The whole of Nepal can be effectively split into three regions—the Terai, the Hills, and the Himalayas. While these distinctions are geographical, they equally serve as social and religious boundaries.

1) The Himalayas
The Himalayas are the northernmost region, bordering Tibet. Far less populated and harder to reach, they are home to scattered people groups in small villages living largely agrarian lifestyles. Much of religious and cultural life in the Himalayas is shaped by Tibet. Across the mountains are numerous Buddhist monasteries, bridges and buildings decorated with Buddhist prayer flags, monuments called stupas, and food dishes similar to that of the Chinese. This is what characterizes much of the Khumbu Region.

Buddhist prayer flags can be found virtually everywhere in the high Himalayas. Again, they have the tradition “Om mani padme hum” matra repeated across them.

Prayer flags flying on the rails of a suspension bridge.

A small Buddhist rock monument built for good luck.

A commemorative monument in Buddhism called a “Stupa.” These usually contain relics or the remains of monks.

2) The Terai
In the far south is the Terai, which is vastly different from the Himalayas in both landscape and culture. It is a hot, humid, and flat region filled with farms, grasslands, and savannahs—closely resembling India. Most of the people living in the Terai are Hindu, and food, music, art, and society are all heavily influenced by Indian customs. The open border relationship between Nepal and India has created a sense of unity between the different nationalities. Not to mention, the people in the Terai even look different from those in the far north. While the Himalayan communities tend to have more Chinese features, the Terai people are darker skinned resemble Indians. These differences have caused for some problems throughout the country.

3) The Hills
Between the Himalayas and the Terai are the Hills, which includes major cities like Kathmandu and Pokhara. This region is sort of a melting pot between the Himalayas and Terai, mixing both Hindu and Buddhist traditions (although there is typically more Hindu influence). While at a higher altitude than the Terai, the Hills are still far below the Himalayas and serve as the economic and governmental center of the country—with both the capital and largest tourism hubs falling within the region.

Division in the Country
Because of the vast differences between the Himalayas and the Terai, Nepal suffers from social divisions amongst its people. Those living in the Himalayas and Hills often look down upon those from the Terai, especially for their tendency to follow Indian culture. The Terai people have gone so far as to advocate for separating from Nepal in order to join India or form an independent nation, causing significant animosity from the north.

Being landlocked between two major world powers—China and India—it is no question why Nepal has such variety in its culture. With Buddhist/Tibetan influences in the north and Hindu/Indian influences in the south, it is easy to understand why the country might suffer from division. Fortunately, those of different faiths and backgrounds tend to get along, but there still exists an underlying tension over the country’s differences.

A Few Thoughts
Much of the information I have gathered has been through speaking with locals across Nepal, whether it be in Kathmandu, the Khumbu Region, or Annapurna (where I am now). In addition, I have tried to supplement my experiences with reading. Online articles, books, scholarly journals, and other sources have been of major value to my gathering of information. My blog is not academic or scientific, but merely experiential. Still, my observations and the anecdotes I share are reflective of a broader story here in Nepal. I hope that my further posts will paint a more vivid and exciting picture.

unrelenting joy.

When joy is a habit, love is a reflex.

-Bob Goff

Before coming to Tanzania I thought I knew what the above quote meant. I thought I knew what it meant to exude joy, and thus pour love into those around you. However, after being here for just about a month, I have realized that truthfully, I had no idea what that meant until my time in Arusha.

Africa has shown me unrelenting joy in a way that I never knew possible, and that joy is overwhelmingly followed with a constant love of others. Walking down the street to the dala dala station, I am met with a multitude of high fives, greetings, and kisses blown from strangers. At first, this kind of scared me, as it has been engrained in me that strangers should be met with caution. While I do still believe this, as I am still a foreigner here and I need to be cautious, the vast majority of these people only want to be met with kindness, and they expect nothing else in return. This is because, despite the hardships that they face on a day to day basis, they meet all those that they come in contact with joy, appreciation, and love.

Even more so than those I meet on my daily adventures around town, my students exude joy in a way that I admire and honestly, envy a little bit. Being able to come to school, receive lunch, and spend time with friends is something that I absolutley took for granted when I was younger, yet these sweet children see school as the greatest thing in the world and come in every single day excited to learn and grow. They meet me with a level of joy every single day that I cannot quite describe. From the way that they excitedly shout every time an airplane passes over the school, to the way they are so eager to share their newfound academic abilities, these sweet kids exude joy in an incredible way.  It is a kind of joy that I feel so lucky to be a part of, a kind of joy that shows you what is important in life.

These people, and more specifically, these children, are content without the materialistic lifestyle that we as a society keep feeding into, absentmindedly hoping that maybe one day acquiring the right car, house, or newest iPhone will suddenly make us feel whole. People here don’t seem to care about any of that. They want to spend time with one another. They want to eat in community with others, dance freely, and in doing this, they have shown me that these are the things that matter. Things will not bring us joy, people and experiences will.

Now that this lesson has been so deeply ingrained in those I am honored to live in community with, they can spend their time pouring out love onto the people around them, because at the end of the day, what greater gift can you give another person that your love? The people that I have been able to learn from here have truly made joy a habitual action in their lives, and, in turn, they spread love like they are made of it.

Song of the Week: Seasons by Grayson Chance

Somos Juntos – We Are Together

 

“A mind that is stretched by a new experience can never go back to its old dimensions.” – Oliver Wendell Holmes

I wasn’t sure what to expect when Christmas break arrived. I’d spent the last two months adjusting to living with new people and having a new work schedule and now I was going to be the only volunteer left in a three-bedroom apartment. The apartment felt eerily quiet. At first, I enjoyed dancing around the apartment without having anyone around, but by the third day I started to feel like a mad-woman. Working with the children and Face-Timing my loved ones just wasn’t enough. The idea of Christmas in Barcelona was the only thing keeping me going at that point.

However, the 20th of December lifted my spirits. It was the last day of work but also the day I would sing Christmas songs with the children. When I arrived, I was elated by the presence of all the children and their families. The school was giving out hot chocolate and pastries. There was music playing and a do-it-yourself (DIY) photo booth. I no longer felt unsure of how my Christmas would feel. I’ve never felt more at peace than with the children and their families. It reassured my purpose in life and my intentions within my career, which is to consciously engage and have direct relationships with the groups and individuals I work with.

That day was magical! When the time came to sing Christmas songs with my children, all the teachers and families gathered around us to listen. I grabbed my ukulele, counted to three, and my little ones sang “Feliz Navidad,” and “We Wish You a Merry Christmas.” It was the sweetest thing I could have ever experienced. I was close to tears as I watched my class smile and sing along. Their eyes were filled with such love as they looked to me to guidance. It has been such an honor to be a part of their lives. They have made me a better person and I love those children more than I can express.

After we finished, the crowd asked me to do a speech. Oh, my lanta. Ha, I was nervous but I got through it. The teachers then proceeded to ask families from different countries to sing a Christmas song in their language. We were a family, enjoying and respecting each other’s’ cultures; from Spanish, Moroccan, Nigerian, to Gujarati and more. It was the beginning of the best Christmas ever.

On the 23rd of December, I traveled to Barcelona to meet my Second cousin and her husband for the first time. Prior to us meeting, we had only spoken through Facebook. The family resemblance was uncanny. It was comforting to see a familiar face and be around a culture more familiar to my own as a Honduran. They gave me the REAL Spain experience. They lived on the outskirts of Barcelona in Vallirana, Cataluña, Spain. This is the ore country side of Spain, where the pueblos (small towns) are located. I felt lucky to be staying with them because it added depth to my experience and knowledge of Spain. It was without a doubt my favorite part of Spain.

During the first two days, we visited the church La Sagrada Familia and drove around Vallirana. Catalan is the language spoken in this area. When I joined them for the Christmas mass, I could barely understand what was being said. It was definitely not the Spanish I had grown up around. Nevertheless, I was beautiful.

On Christmas day, we drove to Barcelona to join my cousin’s husband’s family for dinner in a hotel. The dinner was superb from start to finish and the family was more than welcoming of my presence. They asked me to play Christmas songs with my ukulele and so I did. Their singing captured the entire hotel floor’s attention. Everyone enjoyed themselves greatly. After dinner, a few of us went off to visit Montjuic, a hill surrounded by a national museum, a castle, and a 5-Star Hotel that hosted for the 1992 Summer Olympics. Only the pictures can truly describe the beauty of it all, but even then, it’s something you have to experience.

My cousins and I spent the next day at Mont Tibidabo, which overlooks Spain and is surround by an Amusement park and a telecommunications tower as well as the famous catholic church Sagrat Cor. The view was breathtaking; and just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, my cousins took be to Montserrat the next day.

Montserrat Mountain is both a natural park and monastery, and home of Our Lady of Montserrat, which is also known as “La Virgen Negra” – The Black Virgen Mary. It was the highest I have ever been on a mountain. It was truly heavenly. I was in the clouds. Again, this was an experience that is better illustrated through photos and 100% better in person. Every day here has been a dream.

December 28th completed my Christmas break. At 10:40 a.m., I ran into the arms of my boyfriend Trevor who in July, decided he wanted to spend New Year’s with me in Spain. I’ve been speechless ever since. Traveling is a beautiful experience but it is much better when you’re surround by people you love. I cannot wait to see how the rest of this break plays out.

Wishing you all a Happy New Year filled with love.

-Rachel B.

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The Privileges of My Life

We may encounter many defeats but we must not be defeated.”  -Maya Angelou

Kudos to the individuals who choose to travel by themselves for six months or even a year. I have been counting my blessings and my privileges during these last two weeks. Traveling is an exciting and life changing experience, but not for the reasons that we romanticized in our society. Spain is beautiful country with breath taking sights all around. There is ancient history is all around me and I am taking it all in. I still can’t believe that I’m even here. But I also can’t believe that I’ve been here for 51 days without my family and friends! Technology has been blessing and a curse for sure! I’m to the point where FaceTime is becoming a nuisance.

I’m a proud emotional human who values the importance of physical touch. I love hugs! I’m not mentioning this to sound sweet, but to point out that something as simple as a hug can be taken for granted. As I mentioned earlier, FaceTime has become a nuisance. I see and talk to my loved ones but what I really need is to be with them. I have realized how privileged I am for the simple fact that I get to go back home to the people I love. Lately, I’ve been thinking about how many families are separated by choice or by force. I think about how many of them will never get to see their loved ones again and how this will shape their lives. Most of all, I think about my mother, my aunts and uncles, and my abuela. I think about the sacrifices that were made just so that they could come to the U.S. and live a better life.

See, my mother immigrated from Honduras to the United States at the age of 26. Her older sister, my Tia Rina, was the main reason my mother was able to come to New York. Tia Rina left Honduras first to find work in the U.S.. My abuela followed and then eventually my mother and her other siblings did as well. Now, my mother is a citizen and lives 30 minutes away from her mother and her siblings. Can you imagine that journey? Can you imagine the struggles that came with it? I’ve heard these stories first hand and I still can’t imagine having to go through that.

This story is my reminder of why I am on this journey. Despite the days when I am overwhelmed by feelings of loneliness, I remember how lucky I am. It hurts to go through struggles but that’s a part of life. I know this. I also know how hard my mother and father worked to provide me with an education that could expose me to greater opportunities than what they had access to when they were younger. Just thinking about them makes me tear up because I am so proud. I am proud of them and I am proud of myself.

I hope when present and future travelers read this they pause and reflect on the value of their trip. The mixed feelings and the struggles are inevitable. It’s all part of the journey. I’m coming to see that the purpose in “traveling with a purpose,” is more about self-growth than it is anything else. Unless someone has partaken in this journey, no one can truly understand the difficulties that come with it. It’s probably one of the most humbling experiences as well. Close your eyes and open your heart. The message will be clearer.

Con cariño,

Rachel

P.S. – The children at work continue to fill my heart with so much love. I’ve been teaching them Christmas songs with Lola, my ukulele, for the last two weeks, preparing them to present it to their families on Thursday! To no surprise, music has been extremely therapeutic for the kids. It’s worked magic on their little hearts. It has helped some calm down after a tantrum and has brought others out of their shyness. Lola has a place in their hearts for sure. I can’t wait to join them in singing Christmas songs this Thursday.

P.S. – Here are some more pictures of Valencia! xoxo

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