Me, my host brother Gonzalo, and his cousin on my first full day in Spain
My host family (minus dad) on our final day
We have experienced so many new things in these two weeks. One element that struck me especially is the history. In the US, and especially in Seattle, our recorded and preserved history is very recent. We had a collective sense of awe while walking through palaces, mosques, cathedrals, and streets with countless stories extending countless years. It is hard to find words to describe the beauty of these places and the gratitude I have for these experiences in English, let alone a second language.
12 Lions fountain at La Alhambra in Granada
La Giralda, arguably Seville’s most famous landmark
I am especially thankful for my host family. You need to let your guard down and generally be warm to let a kid you have never met and barely spoken to stay in your house, eat your food—live your life. My host family welcomed me with open arms and taught me so many new words (a lot of cognados). The language immersion element truly does work. While my Spanish, and that of most students on this trip, is not perfect, my speaking has improved extremely visibly in just two weeks. This growth is driven by getting outside of your comfort zone, lingually. Do Ireally know how to discuss the nuances of government corruption in Spanish? Do I really know how to describe chords on the Ukulele in Spanish? I don’t, but I am sure as heck going to try... and now I know. We are all returning to Seattle with deeper cultural knowledge, new language abilities, and a wealth of memories. Muchas Gracias!!
A newspaper article from 100 years ago I think?
One of Seville’s classic narrow streets