I have literally been thinking about this post all week. What to include, what I should leave out, which pictures to add, and on and on and on. I guess I should start at the beginning.
In the fall or winter of my freshman year, Mr. Alford came to me wondering if I would be interested in hosting a Spanish student for some length of time in the summer. I was immediately intrigued, and a number of months later, Laura arrived. She and her good friend Carmen stayed for just about a month, and I realized at the end that I had made a life-long friend.
This past summer, I was beyond stoked to complete our little “exchange”. So, on July 23rd, I ate dinner in Boston and the next day I ate breakfast in beautiful Valencia, Spain. I spent most of the month long trip in Valencia, going to the beach, shopping, seeing historical sites, taking in teen life in a totally new place. From Valencia, we spent 2 days in Barcelona. I LOVED BARCELONA. Don’t get me wrong, the entire trip was amazing, but something about Barcelona clicked for me. From Barcelona, we went to the village of Torralba de los Sisones. Torralba is the village of 200 people where Laura’s father grew up, and every year, the family returns for the festival of San Roque. This brings me to last week’s post. The peña. The kids in Torralba have group hang outs called “peñas”. There is NOTHING like a peña that I know of in America. The group of kids that I was welcomed into have a peña called Discopajar. These kids ware like a family. I have never in my life seen a group of kids as close as they are. I felt so incredibly lucky to be a part of their, for lack of a better term, family. On the off chance that one of them reads this, K + DA.
So, that is a quite abridged version of my trip to Spain. Here are a few more pictures to top it off.