Hello, are there any readers out there?
It's been over two weeks from our trip to the States, and I'm still not feeling myself. Why not? Going home and coming back for me creates a sense of mental and emotional disorientation due to not seem to belonging to neither "here nor there". While I don't really miss home per se, and I look back fondly at the memories that were made with loved ones this summer, I'm experiencing "re-entry culture shock"(which usually applies to one own's culture). For me, it's the difficulty of readapting to the Spanish culture and not being able to express myself as comfortably as I can when I'm in the US. It's been causing feelings of withdrawal, disillusionment, and just plain blahs.
Fortunately, I have lots of dear friends here in Barcelona who understand me, and it's been a blessing to be able to talk about it with them. Soon enough, I'll feel more bicultural again, but it may take some time. Please send me prayers, good thoughts, awesome vibes, etc.
Lucky for my family, I didn't lock myself into a closet and go into hiding for the fall and winter. We went out with friends to celebrate La Mercè, an annual citywide festival celebrating the Catholic Feast Day, Our Lady of Mercy (although the religious aspect is completely removed from this holiday). Events are ongoing for a few days. Here's what we caught...
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We stepped out towards el Barri Gotic and was reminded of the awesomeness that is the Cathedral of Barcelona.
Lots of events were a-happenin' for La Mercé, drawing in thick crowds of tourists and locals.We got together with my friend Julia and her family, who have kids almost exactly the same age as ours. (She also did a similar trip as us to the US!)
Mateo's first playdate with Cosimo.
Yesterday, a large Catalan-speaking robot greeted the humans. He says mechanically, "M'agrada La Mercé." (I like Mercé.)
Local pride lives on in Catalunya. Natives dressed in traditional garb marched through Ciutadella Park commemorating the siege and fall of Barcelona in 1714.
A large collection of gegants, or giants, were on display for everyone to admire.
A little girl tries to blend in.
I love this neckless cabezudo, or giant head. This must be a popular local figure who I don't know.
They come in all types.
Quite the sassy gegant.
I'd love to see what this bulbous-nosed cabezudo would look like on a person.
An endless line of personalities.
While looking for a decent place to eat, we walked to Plaza San Jaume where they happen to be making castellers, or human castles.
Two different castellers, one person per level.
A brief wave to the crowd so they can get the hell down now.
A feeling of glory and triumph.
The crowd cheers. Quite an emotional moment that even got yours truly a bit choked up.
I'll be back soon. Thanks for looking and happy Mercè!




















































