Culture shock is real

To be completely honest, at first, I thought culture shock was something that was kind of exaggerated. I knew going into this experience it was going to be different; I knew I would have to get used to a completely new way of living, but I never fully understood the concept of culture shock until recently.

Not speaking Spanish in Spain

My Spanish-speaking abilities are severely lacking. I knew I would have trouble communicating clearly with locals, but I didn’t realize it would come with feelings of embarrassment and guilt as well. I want to start off by saying that almost every interaction I’ve had with people working in restaurants or stores has been extremely kind and helpful. But every time I have to say “hello” instead of “hola” to indicate that I speak English, a part of me feels guilty for not learning Spanish before coming to Spain. It feels like I’m disrespecting the people who put in the effort to become bilingual and that I’m perpetuating stereotypes about American ignorance in Europe.

Barcelona is a city filled with constant tourism year-round, always bustling with visitors from all over the world. So, here, it’s normal to speak multiple languages, and I thought I would get by pretty easily. What I didn’t expect was how out of place I would feel going places alone, not being able to communicate clearly if something were to go wrong. I want to feel confident leaving my dorm, and I want to feel confident walking around this wonderful city by myself. But as of right now, until my Spanish improves, I’ve had to come to terms with the fact that I will continue to feel uncomfortable.

Luckily for me, I’ve made friends through ISA that I’m incredibly grateful for. I’ve met two girls who are bilingual and have helped us out of sticky situations more than once. Truly, I don’t know what I would’ve done without them. Although it has been extremely helpful, I can’t rely on them for the rest of this experience, I don’t feel like it’s fair to always lean on them for translation needs. I’m not going to be with them 24/7 either, so I would be doing myself a disservice if I didn’t try to learn Spanish. Watching them translate interactions is inspiring. I would love to be able to navigate this city and talk to people on my own the way they do.

Almost every interaction I’ve had with Spanish people has been extremely pleasant, but there’s a group of Catalonian students who live in the same building as me and other international students who haven’t been the most welcoming. Catalonia is an autonomous community in Spain, where Barcelona is located.

In my personal experience, I’ve noticed that people in Catalonia can sometimes come across as more direct or reserved toward non-natives. However, I understand that this varies from person to person and doesn’t represent everyone. I went down to the basement to get water and walked past the group of students hanging out in the common area. I smiled, and they said “hola,” so I responded with “hola” back, and they burst into laughter. I know a few other people who’ve had similar experiences with locals. As I write this, I can laugh about the situation, but at the moment, I was pretty shocked. I couldn’t imagine laughing at another student who exchanged one word in an attempt to engage.

Upon reflection, I realize that cultural norms can be different, and while it was a shock in the moment, I don’t take it personally—it was just one of those learning moments as a foreigner adjusting to a new environment. Culture shock is part of navigating study abroad, and I won’t let this one unfortunate interaction discourage me from meeting other people in Spain. I’ve since met many wonderful people from other parts of Spain who have been incredibly welcoming, and I’m excited to keep moving forward in this journey.

A friend and I practiced our bargaining and Spanish speaking skills at La Maison Rose flea market.

La Merce – a Cultural Introduction 

I’ve officially started classes at Pompeu Fabra University, and all my professors have been so kind and welcoming to the international students. I arrived in Spain last Wednesday and had a full week to settle into Barcelona. This city has exceeded all of my expectations. It feels like there’s an endless list of “must sees” from spots like Park Güell and Montjuïc to activities like dance classes and paella cooking. The city offers everything, from mountain views to ocean swims. Even just walking around and catching a glimpse of La Sagrada Familia in the horizon feels unreal.

Before coming, I thought I would be on a Ryanair flight every weekend, but for now, Spain has my full attention. At the beginning, I felt extremely overwhelmed by everything there is to see and do. One of my goals was to say “yes” to as much as I can, and so far, I’ve tried anchovy ice cream, gone night swimming, been pelted by firecrackers in Sitges, toured a winery, watched countless fireworks, and made new friends. It has felt like if I were to take a lazy day to relax I would be wasting time exploring and seeing this amazing city but I’ve realized that rest is necessary. There’s no sustainable way I can be on my feet 24/7 without burning out.

This past weekend, from Friday to Tuesday, Barcelona celebrated La Mercè, honoring the city’s patron saint. There was live music, traditional events, food vendors, and fireworks almost every night. Even nearby cities like Sitges held celebrations for their own patron saints. My favorite parts of the festival were the cultural and traditional practices such as the human towers and the firecracker run.

The human towers, or castells, were incredible to witness. Teams, made up of people of all ages, created a strong base and then built upwards, reaching as high as eight to ten stories. Each tower was completed when a child, who looked no older than four or five, climbed to the top and raised their hand to signal success as everyone below clapped and cheered for the team. In the firecracker run, people dressed in ponchos held sticks with firecrackers attached, spinning them as sparks flew into the crowd. A few friends and I took part in this in Sitges, thinking it was just a parade, we had no idea what was about to happen.

Both of these traditions were incredible to witness. I have felt so lucky to be in Spain for this festival. It felt like every part La Merce aimed to lift up the people of their communities. In the human towers, I saw that very literally. Teams of people, from Five to eighty-five year olds, work together to lift their youngest members to the top. It’s a beautiful metaphor for the sense of family and community here in Spain. In the firecracker run, I saw families, kids, elderly people, tourists, and locals all gathering to be a part of the intensity. I was so terrified every time I heard the firecrackers light and the drums get louder. More than once I took refuge with random people huddling in a circle protecting each other from the incoming sparks. My absolute favorite moment was when I saw a scared little boy get invited by one of the parade members to hold the firecracker stick. Such a small act of kindness by that person will stick with that boy forever and again I was able to witness how Spanish culture works to lift up their community. I feel so grateful to have been able to immerse myself in this city’s rich traditions. The wave of emotion that came over me while watching these events is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. I would love to come to La Merce again and share this with my friends and family one day, so they can see firsthand how amazing Barcelona is!