Barcelona Day 17.

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Woke up and realized I forgot to write a post!! Yesterday was one of the more shocking days where I left the cave and decided that there was no harm in exploring new territories. After four hours of Spanish, it was great to have art class at an art museum! Our class headed over to the Caixa Forum where we saw contemporary pieces. What did I learn from this museum? Well, art is confusing and literally anything can be considered art. (Oops the cleaning lady is here! I’ll return to this post later, not that it makes a difference for you guys.)  Although I had a class after our museum visit, I came to the conclusion that there was no point in leaving the museum early in order to get back to my other class. When I left the museum I was already heading toward the metro when I stopped and realized that there was so much around me I could go and check out. I had already missed my class, and I had nothing to lose. So then I turned around, looked up at the hundreds of stairs leading up to Montjuic, and started walking. The closer and closer I got the more beautiful it was. There were fountains and waterfalls and looking back towards the city center was an amazing view of Barcelona. I reached the top of the steps leading up to the castle and thought to myself “what a great decision that was!” I’ve come to realize that the more stairs you walk up, the better the view. So with the Nutella sandwich I had packed for lunch, I plopped down and sat for an hour gazing out at such an indescribable sight. While I sat there I reflected on my life and thought about how far I’ve come, and how even I couldn’t have imagined being in such a great place. I’ve been blessed enough to take nothing and make it into something great. Later that night I met up with a woman from Hillsong. Although I was beyond embarrassed to speak Spanish, and it was extremely difficult to understand each other, we all managed to have a fantastic time at this fairy tale themed cafe. Being able to meet people from a church and be welcomed by them makes me feel so at home. Having a church to go to, no matter where I am in the world, is really what makes me feel complete. On my way back home I realized how much I love it here. I didn’t expect to feel so comfortable and at ease in such a foreign place. My next three months are going to feel shorter than I want it to. Adios!