On Friday (July 22), I took a day trip to the lovely village of Tortosa, which is a Catalan town roughly 170 km away from Barcelona. The village is rich in culture and is a landmark of the Spanish Civil War, as well as the medieval times.
I happened to visit Tortosa during their annual festival, which lasts about four days. There were many vendors set up throughout the village streets and people were dressed in Renaissance attire. Children with drums and costumes paraded through the streets for the celebration.
Tortosa is right by the river, so there is always a cool breeze wafting through the narrow roads.
It seems that further into my stay in Spain, my Spanish became more “accepted” by the locals. Of course, I’ve had my “boba” moments where I misplace “cual” with “qué” but I pretty much seem to get my point across most of the time. I also watch cartoons dubbed in Spanish with my little cousins, and I suppose my Spanish comprehension is improving as well, and the cartoons are enjoyable. Well, perhaps they are just more enjoyable after some Sangria.
Friday was my last full day in Spain, and I left for France on Saturday morning. Even though I was only there for a few days, I felt as if I was there for ages. Being in this country made me even more excited to study in Oviedo next Spring.
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