Danielle Meyers1 Comment

Postal Para mi yo Futuro

Danielle Meyers1 Comment
 Postal Para mi yo Futuro

Postcard to my future self: 


It's been six weeks since I've been in America. I am so proud of all that I have overcome in such a short amount of time. 

The first week was filled with disorientation, I literally shattered my inner equilibrium and traveled into a different time zone. Fifteen hours is all it took to fly my life from the Pacific Ocean to the Mediterranean Sea. 

The second week was a delusion, trying to comprehend the "differences." Different language, different location, different bed, different social interactions, different food. Things here will be different, became my mantra that I couldn't say enough to believe. How can I adapt to these long days? How do you please Spanish people? And the most challenging, how can I live without yogurt for breakfast?

The struggle became tired in week three. I was too tired to fight for the way things were back in the States. I finally started to believe that things here are different and furthermore, that is the way things should be. I had this realization in Madrid. I had been struggling with the Spanish diet, carbs, no spice and olive oil. In a revolt against Spanish food, I decided to order something off of the American brunch menu, a traditional eggs Benedict. It was the most horrible eggs Benedict I have ever had. The egg was not cooked, the hollandaise desperately needed more lemon and cayenne pepper. I almost wined but I had no one to complain to, my server never came back. I almost had to search the building for the check. My attempt to order an American meal reminded me, estás en España.

Week four meant commitment. I became committed to the Spain. I began to get the feeling that I was really experiencing the Spanish lifestyle. I turned off googlemaps when I went out. I started to know the streets, feeling the sensation of Barcelona. I started to notice the local culture, I began to feel less like a tourist.

Week five breezed into awareness. I am falling in love with Spain. A trip across three regions of the continent left me in a state of wonder I cannot describe in complete sentences. Instead, I will describe fragments of feelings: joy, ambition, contemplation, hope, love, admiration, independence, knowledge. 

Week six and I am just starting to feel like I am getting the hang of this. I am plagued with thoughts that in four weeks I will have to pack my bags and leave, I want to stay. I have learned so much about myself, I can embrace change and I am learning view the world around me with a wider cultural lens. I am happy to have made this adventure a part of my life and I am excited to see what the next few weeks will bring to me.

Sincerely tu yo pasado,