Honestly my friends, in many ways it feels like a looooong time ago! But truth be told, it's only been a few months. The adventure continues!
I was thinking about how beautifully intertwined our lives can be. When I was just 19, sitting in Casa Peret (Jamie and Cary, I'm sure you were with me!) student lunch cafe in Barcelona, drinking wine--which was cheaper than water--and eating, eating, when I met the person that would become my year-long roommate: Margarita Maza.
Marga, who is Chilean, shared an apartment with Montse and Maria Cinta, two Catalanas. They were looking for a fourth roommate, and that's exactly what I became. That lunch in Casa Peret, and the casual conversation I had with Marga, led me to find a place to live, as well as people who taught me so much about my new home. On top of that, I had--serendipitously--found contemporaries from a totally different culture who were as fascinated by many of the same things I was. Our living situation was ideal.We enjoyed hanging out, listening to music, going out, and of course, cooking.
But the whole thing--and my point of today's post--is that my year abroad also taught me something huge about people: I learned that despite our very diverse upbringings, we could share so much. For example, and I remember so vividly this moment, we were sitting on the beach in Tarragona--where Marga's mom lived. And we were talking about qualities we enjoyed and appreciated in people. Like a lightbulb (raised on cartoons, you know!), it went off in my head: we are so different as far as where we grew up, both geographically and politically, yet we share similar tastes, interests, and values.
|With Marga at Her Home During our Reunion Visit!|