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Barcelona & Cosmic Synergy

So what is my next adventure, you might ask?

This sea of a city is Barcelona – the capital of Catalunya, Spain. It’s a place of wonder, good vibes, and straight up cosmic synergy. And it’s where I’ll be moving in June of this year! 😍

Now how did I stumble upon this architectural masterpiece brimming with color, culture, and delicious food (and wine)? That, I chalk up to the universe. So last summer I was perusing Facebook – as one does – and found an ad my friend had shared for an adaptation of the 2009 Broadway musical, Next to Normal. This show being one of my all time favorites, I clicked on it to see where this “European premiere” was taking place, since, I thought to myself, hey, I live in Europe! A quick google search revealed that there were still tickets, they cost a mere 35 euros, and the show was in none other than the beautiful city of Barcelona.

At this point, I had never been to Barcelona but I did have a roommate for a time who was from there and it was all he could ever talk about. So I look up plane tickets and, because it’s Europe, it costs me around 250 bucks. Expensive for a continental flight but no biggie for a last minute flight to see one of my favorite musicals ever starring Alice Ripley of the original cast!!! The next thing on my list is accommodations: how expensive are hotels and Airbnbs in Spain’s second largest city? Quite. BUT! (And here’s where some more of that cosmic synergy kicked in.) But, I quickly remembered seeing on my TEFL program’s Instagram, another alumni do a vlog on her life in – guess where? – Barcelona. On top of which, she mentions that she rents out a room in her flat. A couple DMs later and I have a flight, a place to stay, and tickets to Next to Normal. All within 24 hours. Which was very uncharacteristic of me.

I call my best friend, over the moon excited about it, and with some quick googling on her part, we decide to make a trip of it together – her flying from Scotland, me from Germany, and we meet in Barcelona for three days to run around, splash in the water, see the show, party, and go home.

I think we maybe slept a collective seven hours over the course of those three days.

On our last night we go out to the bars and the clubs and soon enough it’s 2:00am, we’re eating pizza and I’m trying not to fall asleep – like I said, this kind of thing is rather uncharacteristic of me. But we decide we can’t go home because it’s our last day! So we go back to a bar we were at the night before and end up downstairs in a swanky seating area drinking moscow mules. Then this guy comes over to talk to us and I am not exaggerating when I say it was the weirdest encounter of my life. He comes over and we start talking and everything we say about ourselves makes him go, “What?” and everything he says about himself makes us go, “What?” Because how often have you met another American in Barcelona who studies film, languages, has lived in like eight countries, and who frequents the very bar you’re sitting in?

So we mention that it’s our last night to which he responds, “Well then you have to do something crazy!” And something crazy, we did. With a quick assessment that we should embrace the good vibes from the universe, my friend and I decide to go to the beach and we invite our new friend and his friends along. So we go with this group of essentially strangers down to Barceloneta to stick our feet in the water and sit in the sand and we end up talking until four in the morning! Again, very uncharacteristic. But very fun.

The next morning we roll out of bed to catch our flights and I come back raving about the city – everything from the food to the clubs to the 150 year old cathedral still under construction. And the next time I talk to my friend she goes, “Brielle, do you…want to move to Barcelona?”And I go, “Noo…well…yes?”

Now I’m stuck trying to decide if this whirlwind of an experience was just a vacation dream or if I could really see myself in Barcelona. Well, only one way to find out…

I book tickets to return to the city for a full week. I go and stay in a hostel for the first time, meet tons of new people, see my friends from the beach again, and spend hours in the Mediterranean sun.

And under all the vacation vibes, there’s still that magic. I still feel it. I felt at home, my Spanish (however limited at that point) was rolling off my tongue, I’d adapted perfectly to the lifestyle within that one week and I imagined what my life might be like in a city that is everything all at the same time: part beach town, part metropolis, part sleepy, part bustling, part party, part corporate.

Barcelona is eclectic. And so am I. And I could not be more excited about my choice.

Happy One Year!

So I (somewhat) recently had my one year anniversary of leaving the United States and moving to Germany…wild! This year has gone by so incredibly fast, but the amount that has happened inside and out is comparably dramatic.

When I first came here, I was just a kid with a dream…*stares wistfully off my balcony as a I write this post like the freelancing adult that I’ve become*

a dramatic theatre kid

But in all seriousness, when I first arrived, I had no idea what I was doing and now I’m like…a functioning adult? I don’t know how that happened.

But I had to do everything from scratch. And I mean everything! Not only was I on my own without my parents but without any support at all – none of my friends could even be reached by phone most of the time because of the time difference between the U.S. and Germany – well that, and the fact that it took me several weeks to figure out how to get a new SIM card…Not only was I in a new country, surrounded by new people, and immersed in a new language (kind of, I had studied German for some time prior), but Germany is infamous for its absurd amount of bureaucratic nonsensical hoops to jump through as an immigrant – because that’s what I had become: an immigrant.

I realize how dramatic that sounds coming from a basic white girl who could afford to move to Europe (more on that another time), but it offered a very different perspective on my life and the life of others. Now I’m not going to pretend that I’ve been “oppressed” or anything being a white American in Europe, but it also hasn’t been easy to pick up and leave everything that was familiar. Ever studied a foreign language too hard and you just wish you could switch back to your mother tongue for two seconds? Yeah, that becomes harder when every store, every restaurant, every sign, every book or magazine, and even the ads on your phone/computer are in a different language.

Now in this regard, I know I’m lucky – pretty much all of my friends and colleagues have at least B2 proficiency in English. But it was pointed out to me by a friend from Spain that for some it’s much worse. In my first flat, we were all expats with varying levels of German, but we all spoke – you guessed it – English.

So I got to use my mother tongue at home. The others, being from France, Italy, and Spain, did not. And that takes a toll on you.

A lot of my friends, roommates, and colleagues operate in two to three languages every day. That’s exhausting! Not to mention, the rolodex of vocabulary can get all sorts of jumbled and without even realizing it, you ask your coworker if “haben wir am Donnerstag cerrar?”

Sometimes I still forget I live abroad. But every time I step into a grocery store that doesn’t sell tortillas or go to the movie theater and they give you kettle corn instead of butter, or notice that literally everything is closed because it’s Sunday, I remember. And it’s those little things, I think, that kind of grate on you the most. Things you never thought twice about in your home country now feel like the most unbearable of travesties.

But for the most part? It has been the most amazing experience of my life.

I just think it’s important to acknowledge that it’s not all sunshine and rainbows. Because if you go into a venture like this thinking that it will be, boy-howdy will you be surprised. And although some days (or weeks) are harder than others, I have learned so much about myself and the world we all live in. And there are many days where I look out the train window and go, man, I really did it, didn’t I? People always say you should romanticize the small moments in your life and that is 100% true. I’m the happiest I’ve ever been living in Europe and sometimes that’s because I go out to a party with friends and sometimes it’s just because I successfully ordered a delightful coffee and sandwich in a café and spent the morning planning a holiday. One of my favorite things to do is sit out on my balcony and drink my morning cup of coffee or tea and just look out up and down the street. I think it’s important to take time to appreciate all the positive things in your life. Because if you don’t, then what’s it all for?

And even if it’s not permanent. There was one day I was sitting on that balcony and I looked out and thought, this is nice…but this isn’t where it ends. This is just a pit stop – I don’t know where the next stop will be, but I know there will be another one. I don’t know when I’ll go, but I know that I will. I don’t know what’ll happen, but I know it’ll be good.

***I understand that I come from a certain level of privilege in being able to pick up my life and change it into whatever I want it to be – but I don’t understand people who actively choose to be miserable. Like people who stay with the wrong partner, or people who never even tried to go after their dreams, or people who wake up every day with the weight of the world on their shoulders.

The world is a huge place, and there are billions of people you haven’t met yet – so if you can, even if it sounds absolutely anxiety-inducing, go see it.

(It might be more feasible than you think…)

If you’re interested in a closer look at my day-to-day, check out my Instagram Takeover I did for my TEFL school here!

Willkommen Erwachsenen…

I’ve officially been on my own for a week in Neuss, Germany. Officially an adult!…sort of…

After graduating in May, I worked at a private school’s summer camp before hopping on a plane. I spent about two weeks with family in Munich before coming to Neuss and in November I’ll move into a more permanent apartment in Düsseldorf proper. I’m still working on visas and paperwork before I can start my job as an English teacher but it’s all in the works. My days are spent writing, blogging, and so many Miyazaki movies – so many…

I also, of course, make trips to the store, and do laundry and all those good good adult activities. I love how often Europeans go to the store, it means I get fresh bread (and plenty of chocolate!) every other day. It’s been frustrating not having a lot of things to do but I think it’s turning into valuable “me-time.” As corny as that is to say, I think it’s true. I’ve been journaling and thinking and reflecting and creating. I miss my friends and I don’t really get out as much as I’d like to, but I think this time is a necessary step as I begin life on my own in this big scary “adult” world.

An Honors Thesis…A Xenophile tackling Xenophobia

As I head into my senior year at Catawba, I’ve also begun my thesis. Entitled Found in Translation, it’s a study of how multi-lingual theatre can be used in the fight against xenophobia.

I’ve always been a bit of a xenophile with a particular focus on language. I started learning my first foreign language when I was 12 years old: American Sign Language. Since then I’ve become fluent in ASL and conversationally fluent in German. My thesis work has also led me to begin learning Spanish, Hindi, Polish, Japanese, Arabic, and French – let’s just say, some have been working out better than others…Alongside my paper, I’ll be completing a full-length play that features seven characters from around the world (speaking the languages listed above). To study up on these cultures I’ve expanded my research passed histories and traditions. My main source has been from movies and television hailing from the different countries or featuring writers and actors from those countries. I’ve discovered lots of great television to say the least! Ramy, Unorthodox, Jane the Virgin, and Slumdog Millionaire, to name a few – highly recommend.

But I wanted to use performance art because reading a history is all fine and dandy but it only just skims the surface of a culture. The art produced by a people is much more indicative and revealing of how those people feel about the world around them.

I’m super excited to see where my research takes me and look forward to the day where I can post a finished product!

Answering the Call

Going on the sixth week of Corona Quarantine, I think we’re all feeling the anxiety spirals. You’re locked in your house left with only your own thoughts for company. Being 20 years old and an artist itching to travel, it’s been a little maddening to say the least.

But as my semester comes to a close and my work becomes thinner and thinner with Finals approaching, it’s the perfect time to answer the call that all artists feel – to do, to be, to create. I want to dissect my creative juices that have been building up and muddling around in my brain. I began a new play when all this began. I’ve been singing almost every week for a class. I’ve had time to read and journal and knit…so much knitting…But for real. I’m buckling down. I want to have monologue nights with my friends on Zoom; I want to finish that play; I want to keep working on stand-up/sketch comedy.

I want to be excited about things again.