Day 1: I had just arrived at my dorm. The plane rides were uneventful; first class was a joy in the international flight but offered no difference from coach in the second flight from Paris to Barcelona. This makes me sound like a snob, but it was just an interesting comparison. Seats all around me were empty, and I had my whole row to myself for the flight. After arriving in Barcelona, I was greeted by my soccer coach. He seemed nice and polite but made no effort to talk to me after he asked “How are you?” and I replied “Good”. After being on a plane for 15 hours and being 9 hours out of my time zone and completely jet lagged, holding a polite conversation with the coach who barely spoke english about petty things held little appeal. However, once we arrived to the dorms, Lady-Belle, my favorite camp supervisor from over the summer said hi to me! It was nice to know that she would be here from time to time to check in, as she was my favorite supervisor from kaptiva summer camp. After packing all of my clothing into the small room I was provided, I went out to get lunch with her, and later settled down in my room to buy a vpn that could allow me to watch netflix and hulu even though Barcelona doesn’t have access to them. I then had a semi-awkward conversation with my mother, as I was incredibly tired and she was just waking up to take my brothers to school, and after discussing the trip and un packing my stuff, we had little to talk about. I then met Jairo, a Guatemalan kid who has been living in different parts of Africa with his family for the last 5 years, and Maka, a 16 year old from a small Hawaii island. They both seemed nice enough, and during dinner I made a genuine attempt to become friends with them, because waiting longer to start conversations is often much worse than failing earlier. Something I noticed right away was that neither of them were well versed in the social media and general music and entertainment that I was in, which was a stark contrast to every person I see in San Fracnisco. I could already see the differences in our culture, after just one day. Jairo also openly said that his family didn’t have the money to send him for the full 10 month program, which was interesting that he talked about money so quickly, and also made me feel a little bit privileged because the reason I didn’t do the full program and instead chose the 6 month one was because I didn’t want to be away from San Francisco for that long. I am already homesick, and the snapchats from my friends back in SF don’t make me feel any better.