Things I Never Thought I Would Miss… in Barcelona

We left Barcelona just over 8 months ago.  At the time, I was ready.  Beyond ready.  It’s not that I didn’t love it there, but most of my friends had long since left and with our lives in a state of limbo for close to 9 months, I was just ready for a change.  But now that we’ve been here in the Netherlands for 7 months and we are settling into our lives, the reality has hit that there are things about Barcelona that will forever be a part of me now as well as things that I just miss about living there, most of which, I never would have expected.  Here’s a few in no particular order…

  • Going to the market. At first I hated having to go to like 50 different stores (ok, perhaps 50 is an exaggeration) for all of my specialty food.  And by specialty I mean cheese, meat, deli meats, fruits and vegetables, and of course, my American store.  Our regular grocery store had a poor selection of the aforementioned items and the best bet was to go with a specialty shop.  This drove me crazy – I felt like I spent the better part of my day doing the grocery shopping. Fast forward a few years and doing that shopping was like second nature to me.  And I miss it.  Not that it isn’t nice to have the convenience of everything in my Albert Heijn but there is something to be said for going someplace that focuses on one type of food only and knows everything there is to know about it.
  • Seasonal only food.  Kind of related to the item above, I never thought I would miss having seasonal food.  While some things were imported into Spain, most of the food we ate was local.  And that meant that we couldn’t get things like strawberries or raspberries out of season.  Or even sweet potatoes (who knew sweet potatoes had a season?).  However, not always being able to get something, meant that we were super excited about it when we could get it for that short season.
  • Meeting friends for lunch, dinner, drinks anywhere, anytime easily. The beauty of living in a city, having a great network of friends and a long school day meant getting to meet up for lunch and/or drinks, a long walk, shopping, or just a coffee, pretty easily.  I missed being in the suburbs so much when we first moved to Barcelona and the easiness of our lives in Attleboro and yet, when we left Barcelona to go back to the suburbs, I realized that unless you have a gem of a neighborhood like we had in the US, the ‘burbs aren’t all they are cracked up to be.  In a word… BORING.  No network of friends.  No easy public transportation (I have to drive or bike to the train station – it’s 5km away).  And no one to meet up with to do all those fun things.
  • Festivals all the time.  Seriously. All.The.Time.  Just walking down the street on a given Wed and you’ll come across a festival.  And most festivals involve at least one of these things:  castellers (human towers), fire, more fire, bastoners, batucada, horses, firecrackers, gegantes, costumes, calçots (or other foods) and so much more.  Some of our favorites – Sant Joan, Festa de Gracia, Sant Jordi, Carnaval, Sant Medir, Tres Reyes and La Merce.
  • Long weekends.  Many festivals were accompanied by long weekends.  Practically monthly.  It’s been strange being back in a land where holidays are few and far between and school vacations are week long rather than spread out over many long weekends.
  • Easy (and cheap) travel. With those long weekends, we travelled almost every month.  And with Barcelona being a more central location in southern Europe, it was a great hub to fly out of.  Flights were cheap, lots of airlines were available, the airport wasn’t overwhelmingly big and we were within a 2 hour flight of a multitude of great destinations.  That’s not to say Amsterdam isn’t a great gateway to amazing places that we still haven’t explored… but most within a 2 hour flight are not so toasty warm!!  Not to mention the flights are much more costly flying out of here.
  • Living in a city.  Being a suburban girl my whole life, I never thought I would take to city life.  But like I mentioned above, I really miss the accessibility of living in a city.  And never did I ever expect that my kids would become city kids, but they have and they miss the hustle and bustle of city life as well.
  • Walking.  Living in a city means walking. A lot.  At first it was weird walking everywhere.  But then it just became a normal way of life.  We would walk to dinner in the evenings and walk it off on the way home.  We would walk home from school some days (in addition to taking the train part of the way).  We would walk along the beach boardwalk.  We walked to the grocery store (and all the other stores).  We didn’t even have a car for the first three years.  I attribute about 50% of my weight gain since our move to not walking and spending way too much time in the car again.
  • Being outside every day.  When you have to walk everywhere, it means you are outside.  With 300 days of sunshine, this is not an unreasonable thing.  Don’t get me wrong, these Dutch are hearty people who don’t let the weather get them down.  But even being from New England does not encourage me to be outside on cold, windy and rainy days which happen more often than not.  I miss my daily dose of Vitamin D.
  • Not having a car.  We ended up getting a car eventually in Barcelona, but not until we’d had about 3 years under our belts without one.  Yes, it had it’s challenges and it was tougher to explore outside the city spontaneously, but at the same time, it was really nice not having to rely on a car to get us from point A to point B every day.  And once we did get a car, we didn’t use it a whole lot.  In fact, by the time we turned it in, after 20 months, we’d only put about 12,000 km (approx 7500 miles) on it.  We’ve had our car here in the Netherlands for less than 6 months and I’m actually just shy of that 12,000 km mark now.  Let’s also state that cars are infinitely more expensive here in the Netherlands than they were in Spain (and those were more expensive than the US!).
  • Mild winters.  Again being from New England, I have to say, the winters here in the Netherlands are a piece of cake. We had about 2″ of snow the whole winter and temps rarely went below freezing for more than a few days with most temps ranging in the early to mid 30s (F) for most of the winter, if not even the lower 40s.  However, compared to Barcelona, it was shit.  I’m considering it to be my intermediary country – not as bad as home but not nearly as nice as Barcelona.  Not only did it rain, a lot, it was windy.  And it was dark.  Like sun coming up at 9 and going down at 4:30 and since it was cloudy and gray anyways, it just always felt dark and gloomy.  Five beautiful, mild winters with temps around 50-55 (F), if not higher and 300 days of sunshine are most definitely missed.
  • Speaking Spanish.  Yeah, I definitely didn’t think I would ever miss that one.  But sometimes I do.  I don’t think I realized how far I had come until I had to start over again with learning Dutch.  Thankfully, I still get to use it at school where I’m friendly with some Spanish speaking parents and the kids are still being tutored in Spanish so they don’t forget it!!  Aidan actually talks in Spanish at school with his Spanish friends at times.
  • Living in a small, walkable city with awesome public transportation.  Amsterdam isn’t massive, but nor is it as small as Barcelona either.  And to be honest, I don’t know a whole lot about it’s public transportation at this point as I haven’t spent a lot of time in the city (yet), but I do know that the transportation system in Barcelona was fabulous.  The metro alone was not only easy to navigate and inexpensive, but could get you pretty much anywhere in the city quickly.  And if you didn’t want to take the metro, you could take the bus… or you could … walk!   Not to mention the very reliable public transportation – unless, of course, they were striking.  But at least they would let you know in advance 😉
  • Our friends.  You didn’t think we’d forget you on this list did you?  It’s not that I never thought I would miss you.  But I think that when we moved to Barcelona, I thought that like our time there, our friends would be temporary.  And yes, some were of a more temporary nature.  However, most were not and lifelong friendships were forged that I never expected.  And not just for myself, but for Josh and especially the kids.  And while, like us, some have also left Barcelona, that bond is still strong.  But what I wouldn’t do to recreate year #3 when all felt “perfect” for us all.
  • My American kids.  That’s a strange one, I know.  Because technically my kids are American.  But I miss them because they no longer identify themselves with the US.  It’s a weird feeling to have kids who have now lived in 3 countries in the lifetimes but don’t define home as the same place that we do.  In fact, now that they’ve left have decided they are more comfortable in Spain and that Barcelona is truly home, not the US!
  • Three hour lunch.   God that siesta drove me CRAZY!   I always had to get my errands done before siesta or else suffer the wrath of taking the kids with me.  That part of siesta I hated.  But what I miss and loved was the long, leisurely lunch times. Whether at home or at a restaurant, siesta is a time for family and lunch is not meant to be rushed.  Never will you be pressured in a restaurant to finish quickly (and since it will take an hour to get your food you won’t finish all that fast anyways) so they can turn over the tables.
  • Cured meats.  I hated cured meats with a passion when we first got to Barcelona.  The smell of the meats when you would walk into a xucutteria or the grocery store was enough to make me gag for the longest time.  In time, the smell stopped bothering me and I grew to appreciate the quality of the meats available in Barcelona.  In the Netherlands, the meats are second rate by comparison and you’ll be hard pressed to find an Iberian ham leg with it’s black hoof and a butcher shaving the jamon slice by slice.  It wasn’t til I left Barcelona that I really started to crave it.  And we filled up on it when we were back in February!!
  • The healthcare system.  I understand no system is perfect and that we held private insurance (I know the medical system is different for those on the free government healthcare), but I miss living in a society that does not require constant referrals and just gets the job done.  If you need an appointment with a specialist you make one.  I’m tired of having to go to my huisarts (GP) here for things as simple as an eye doctor or a gynecologist.  Time is wasted, money is wasted and it just makes me annoyed.
  • Faster internet.  I have to say it, the internet is crap here compared to Spain.  Is it still decent?  Yes, it is.  But Spain was better.

The irony of this list is that if you had asked me things that annoyed the hell out of me about life in Barcelona, I would have named most of these.  Oh how the mighty have fallen right?  Maybe someday I’ll have a list of all the things I miss from the Netherlands?  One can only hope…

Knuffels en kussen,


Spanish Josh Meets Dutch Josh

One of the things that I admire the most about Josh is his ability to acclimate immediately to new cultures.  And while these pictures are a little more tongue in cheek rather than true examples of him acclimating, they made me smile so I thought I would share…

"Spanish" Josh

           “Spanish” Josh

But here in the Netherlands, things are just a little bit more serious than la vida tranquila that we had in Barcelona.  And… a lot colder too!!  Hence, Dutch Josh (on his bike no less!):

Dutch Josh!

             Dutch Josh!

I wonder what type of Josh we’ll meet next???? 😉


Spanish 101

I always thought I’d enjoy going back to school when it was on my own volition rather than as a mandatory thing.  Maybe it’s just because the subject matter is one that I need to cover rather than want to learn.  Actually I can’t 100% say that because I do want to learn Spanish.  I guess I’d just like it to happen through osmosis or something.  Anyways, I took Spanish classes for about a year here.  Yes, I learned from them but not nearly at the pace that I think I could have learned had I done one on one classes. Continue reading

Back to Spanish Class… Again

March was a busy month for me and I’m in no way complaining…I feel like I’ve hardly had time to just sit back and relax much less get any work or studying done.  I went away in mid March for a few days with my girlfriends and upon my return the following morning my cousin Meghan arrived for a week.  Just a week later, we were off and running for Italy for Semana Santa having returned on Friday night.  Continue reading

Naked Rosa

As an American, I recognize that we are a little more reserved when it comes to nudity.  It’s taboo in a sense though I’m not 100% sure why that is.  After having lived in Europe for just over 2 years now, and more specifically Spain which I think is less reserved than most European countries, I’ve learned that by taking away the taboo, takes away a bit of the mystery in a sense and makes nudity less of a big deal. Continue reading

Frustrated and Confused – Just a Day in the Life

It doesn’t matter where you live, life can get frustrating.  But add in a language in which you are not fluent and that frustration can skyrocket.  Take today – I went to the gym with the intention of just doing a cardio run (which ended up being 4.5 miles, not bad).  My trainer came by to say hello and in our short, mostly English with some Spanish, conversation he mentioned that I needed to pay for my sessions with him for October.  Continue reading

Back to "School"

I am always at my best when my schedule is packed full of things that need to be accomplished.  Whether social, work or commitments for the kids, I like to keep busy.  So this fall I told myself I was going to focus on work – that I wouldn’t over do my social calendar like I did last year, my first year of “freedom” with both kids in school full time.  Only since I’m not out as much, I’m finding myself with more free time and therefore, not quite as motivated as I am when I’m scrambling to get things done.  Go figure. Continue reading

Say What???

For the last year, I’ve had one major struggle that has been coming up repeatedly, not just in my blog, but in my life.  Language.  I’m a believer that the older you get, the harder it is to learn a new language; your brain just is no longer fine tuned to accept the info.  You know, can’t teach an old dog new tricks.  But alas, I’m trying.  And yet, it still eludes and intimidates me. Continue reading

Lost in Translation

As we approach the completion of our first year here in Barcelona, I’ve been thinking of what has been my biggest challenge in the last 11 months.  Many things come to mind, however, I have to say that the language has been my biggest obstacle.  When I look back at past blog entries I find that it is a reoccuring theme and with good reason.  Continue reading