It’s been a week since we boarded the first flight in our journey to Spain, and it feels like we’ve packed in a month of living. It’s exhilarating, and I’ve rushed to share my experiences here.
A couple of days ago I wrote about discovering that we are one among several families of English speakers, and I used a harsh word. Inside that word was my worry that I won’t have the discipline to develop a conversational level of Spanish, and my conflicted feelings about the global spread of the English language and of certain aspects of American culture—something I have contributed to as an English teacher and traveler, and from which I benefit every time I leave the U.S.
A conversation I had yesterday with the mother of a classmate of Louie helped me relax a little. This mother grew up in Korea, came to Granada to study Spanish literature, and then stayed in Spain. She and her husband moved back to Granada this summer because she loves the city and the Albaycín neighborhood in particular, which is home to a mix of nationalities and cultures. I’d like to adopt her positivity and think of Americans as just one part of that vibrant mix.
When so many people are risking everything to find safety in a new country, both Pete and I are humbled by the amazing opportunity we have to live and learn in Granada. It is our responsibility to respectfully make the most of that opportunity.