Some Musings About Barcelona, Spain
03.04.2013 - 05.04.2013 40 °F
Two years ago, I bounced around northeastern Spain with twenty something teenagers. It was so much fun the first time, I did it again.
The cold, wet, nippy weather followed us from Omaha to London, and then jumped on the plane with us to Barcelona.
Conchi was our guide last time, she liked us so much, she decided to be our guide again. Times have unfortunately changed since then, Spain's unemployment rate is hovering around 26%.
We climbed on the local transport to take us to Parc Guëll. Along the way, I talked with a retired elementary teacher. Some of her concerns as a teacher in Spain reflect some of the same ones I hear in my high school. She also felt strongly that the New Mexican education system needs to be reformed . . . immediately.
It's a small world. Walking into Parc Guëll, we ran into another group of students from our high school touring Europe. We only had enough time for high fives, as their Italian guide, arms and hands flailing, rushed them back to their chartered bus.
The hookers on La Rambla are just as aggressive as ever. She just wouldn't take no for an answer, so I gave her Matthew Pepper's phone number.
The culmination of our trip was our final stop in Valencia which proved to be the most profound for our students in Europe.
Next stop - Valencia