My first month in Barcelona has been a sharp contrast from my month in Sevilla. To sum it up, Sevilla was a vacation, complete with a pre-picked apartment, a learn-to-teach-Enlgish course each day to make me feel productive, and nights spend hanging out by the Guadalquivir river with laughing with friends and drinking "tinto de verano" (a delicious mix of red wine and fanta). Barcelona on the other hand, has snapped me back to reality. While it's an amazing city, it's an amazing city in which I've had to look for a job and an apartment at the same time with a language barrier and no legal working papers, all while moving between different temporaty vacation rental apartments and ultimately living in a hostal. But even at the most frustrating of times, I've still felt lucky to be here, and I've been able to keep some perspective (with a little help).
But now, the days spent sending out resumes to any teaching place that didn't mention working papers, working a few hours a different restaurants, and searching all over the city and the internet for decent apartments/rooms have paid off. I've been working for two weeks at a language center called Bi-Cultural teaching English to everyone from business professionals to kids to the secretary at Bi-Cultural and her son and family friend. On top of that, yesterday I finally found a place to live that had everything I was looking for, and I can move in as soon as the German girl who's living there now moves out. More about both later, but just wanted to let all of you know that you can cancel the pool you had going of when I would be flying back to the states to stand in the unemployment line and spend my days sobbing into a quesadilla at the nearest Mexican restaurant begging the staff to let me practice Spanish with them. I did it!
Pictures: Before and After
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Never had a doubt!
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