[English Translation at the end] Me parece apropiado escribir este blog final en español. Hace un año publiqué en mi blog, “Como tercera generación puertorriqueña siento que he perdido el contacto con mi herencia latina – especialmente el idioma. Hace dos años que descubrí el baile de salsa – y que encontré un pedazo de mi alma que había estado añorando. El próximo capítulo de … Continue reading La Despedida de Mi Querida Barcelona

It’s the classic mundane phrase you learn your first week of Spanish class: Pregunta: ¿Cuanto tiempo llevas aqui en Barcelona? Respuesta: Llevo __ semanas/meses. (Translation: How long have you been in Barcelona? I have been here (blank) weeks/ months). Imagine my surprise when a new girl in one of my classes prompted this question, and I started to say, “Llevo 5…pero no, espera, hoy es … Continue reading “Llevo 6 meses”: Letting Go of The American

Over the past weekend, I went to my first salsa congress in Spain. A very very small congress (nothing like the major ones in San Francisco or anything) in the little beach town of Lloret de Mar. For the amazing price of 60€ you received access to all the classes, the salsa party on Saturday night, meals and lodging. What a deal! There were various venders … Continue reading Salsa Hunting in Catalunya

As all of my Americans get ready for their nice four-day-holiday-weekend filled with football and copious amounts of turkey, I decided it was my “American” duty to bring a hearty, Thanksgiving celebration right here to Sant Llorenc! Without the luxury of having Thursday and Friday off from school/work, I decided to celebrate this past weekend with my family and closest friends here in Spain. This … Continue reading Acción de Gracias

It’s a Sunday afternoon and I am sitting on the metro. I am at the tail end of my daily 30 minute metro ride into the city, and as normal, trying to contain my shoulders and feet from moving around too much as I blare salsa music on my i-pod. An incredible Marc Anthony song comes on my shuffle and it is almost slightly painful holding … Continue reading One Sunday in Barcelona