My Study Abroad Experience


Barcelona, Spain is somewhere I never thought I would have the chance to go to. But when I learned of CEA and their program here, I had to take advantage. I have always wanted to study abroad but I never knew where and once I was presented with this opportunity, I was over the moon. I always knew it would be an amazing experience, but I never thought it would compare to this. To sum up what this experience has entailed would be impossible, but writing about it is a great way to help explain.

13532832_1065872086856929_134676324399694845_nFrom learning to live with new people who have very different lifestyles and backgrounds to traveling on the weekends, this experience has been life changing. Besides the city itself, my favorite part of studying abroad was the people I had the chance to meet. My roommates were from Kansas, Georgia and Arizona so I was lucky enough to learn about different lifestyles from the United States as well. On top of the chance to meet other Americans, I was also introduced to local friends. Going out with them and allowing them to show us around the city was amazing. It was really interesting to learn about Barcelona from a local perspective.

Traveling on the weekends was another opportunity that I was lucky enough to take 18118810_1146833282094142_8307658241948532453_nadvantage of. Traveling is something that requires immense patience, street knowledge and can sometimes bring out the worst in people. From trying to navigate a foreign city without Google maps, to dealing with the biggest complainer in your group, the biggest thing I learned was simply patience. Patience is something I struggled with before coming abroad but is something that is needed to succeed and make the most of the experience.

16143003_1065867600190711_8838851271856486439_nThe best part of this was not the traveling or the people but rather Barcelona itself. Having the chance to live in such a beautiful, energetic, clean and unique city is something I will never forget. My favorite times were the times where I found myself aimlessly walking around popping into local stores and coffee shops. I think that was the best way for me to get to know the city.


Since the minute I stepped foot on Spanish soil, I have been changed for the better. It is something that I cannot explain but I know in my heart that I have become a better person, a harder worker and more grateful than ever. The best way I can explain the way I feel about Barcelona is comparable to falling in love, but much deeper.


My Favorite Place in the World


As I look back at my experience abroad, I realized that I spent a lot of time scrambling trying to do everything that I had forgotten to do. From museums, to Park Güell to trying all of the live markets. As I was focusing on all of that, I realize I had completely overlooked my favorite place. This place is the Bunkers del Carmel, the place I will miss the most. The uniqueness of the area, the beautiful views and the relaxing environment is something everyone should experience, but it hasn’t always been that way.

History of Bunkers del Carmel:

Bunkers del Carmel came from the Spanish Civil War in 1937. They were formally used barcelona-during-spanish-civil-waras underground military bunkers. Dating back to ’37 the bunkers were used as part of an anti-craft battery against attacks from fascists. They also stored a great deal of guns and weapons used in combat.

imgresWhen dictator Franco came into power as the Civil War ended, the guns were taken away and locals began using the bunkers as shelter. In the late 50’s-60’s the bunkers provided shelter to nearly 7% of Barcelona’s population adding up to nearly 3,000 people living in that area.

It wasn’t until the 1992 Olympic games when Barcelona’s biggest 1052px-1992_Summer_Olympics_logo.svgtransition began that the city began to relocate the residents in the bunkers to flats and apartments around the city in attempt to clean up the city. The village was abandoned completely.

In the 2000’s locals began visiting the area to enjoy one of the prettiest 360 views of Barcelona. It was said to be one of Barcelona’s best kept secret until recently it has become very popular. It is a famous place for people to have a picnic, drink some wine, enjoy and watch the sunset.


When I first arrived in Barcelona, my friends and I stumbled upon this area by taking the wrong bus and it ended up being the best thing that could have happened. When we got back down, we realized that we had no idea how we even got there in the first place. But after research, we learned that it is pretty easy, but also confusing. Here is how to get to the Bunkers:


  1. You will need to take the 24 or the V17.
  2. You will get off at Gran Vista- Turó de la Rovira
  3. From there, you will walk uphill for about 10 minutes where you will stumble upon the slabs of concrete with paths and plants to explore.


  1. You can take the L4 or L5.
  2. Get off at either Guidardó I Hospital de Sant Pau or La Teixonera.
  3. The closest stop is Turó de la Rovira.
  4. From there you will walk on foot for about 15 minutes or hop on a bus to the top.


Here is a 360 view of the bunkers:


Patience is a Virtue


I am known to be one of the most impatient people anyone knows. I have troubles sitting still and get aggravated when having to wait for simple things. However, being abroad I have learned that patience is one of the most important attributes. Because Europeans perceive time differently than Americans, you have to learn to be patient. From waiting for a train, to walking behind slow walkers to listening to people complain when we are in some of the greatest cities in the world.

  1. Transportation

In the states, I rarely use public transportation but in Spain it is my only form of taxis-barcelonatransportation. At the beginning, I would just take taxis around because I was so confused by the metro/bus system. But after getting yelled at by my parents about the amount of money I was spending, taking taxis was the first thing to go. The metro system was easy to figure out and if you ever had questions almost anyone was kind enough to help you but it was the busses that I struggled with the most. Sometimes 3 of the same bus would come in a row, sometimes I had to wait 30 minutes. The best part about this, was if a bus didn’t come I would have the chance to walk. The best times I had in Barcelona were walking around aimless, lost in the city.

  1. My biggest pet peeve: slow walkers

shutterstock_153214664One of the first things I noticed when arriving in Spain was how slow people tend to walk. It was almost as if they were doing it on purpose. It takes me an extra 10 minutes to get to school because I am constantly dodging slow walkers. It took me awhile, but I eventually learned that because time is not of the essence here, I would have to deal with it. Now I have noticed that I am the slow walker and I truly believe that it has made me stop and enjoy the little things abroad.

  1. Dinner

In America, restaurants almost pride themselves on efficiently getting people in and out 20150928094934_1215759319_3241_9of a restaurant in a timely manner. In Spain, it is known that when people go out to eat for drinks or tapas, it is a social event. Dinners typically last 2-3 hours and this quickly tested my patience. People like to sit, relax and enjoy the food and each other’s company. At the beginning I would get very frustrated when it took 20 minutes to get the check but now, I think if it as quality time with my friends. It’s a perfect time to stay updated about each other’s lives. Although this was extremely frustrating for me at the beginning, dinner has become my favorite event of the day.

In my short time here in Barcelona, Spain I have learned to be more patient that ever. It has really made me appreciate the little things in life and I hope I can take this important skill to my everyday life at home.



Sitges, Spain


img_3834Sitges is a small town located on the coast of the Mediterranean in Spain. It is best known for its sandy beaches, sunny days and the infamous carnival. After visiting Sitges twice now, I have realized that it is one of my favorite places in Europe. However, the two experiences I have had there have been completely different and I think that is what makes it so special.

Day trip:

My day trip to Sitges was actually an AICAP for CEA. We started off in El Penedes, Spain at a winery with a traditional Catalan meal. To be quite honest, I had no idea that afterwards we were heading to Sitges. We were dropped off right in-front of the beautiful beach and the first thing I noticed was the lack of tourists (well, besides the big bus of college students that rolled up for a tour).


Supposedly, Sitges has an average of 300 sunny days per year. This doesn’t surprise me whatsoever as the sky had been filled with clouds all day until we arrived. I think that is something truly amazing about that quaint beach town. Not only do they have one of the cleanest, softest, most relaxing beach I have ever been to, but sunny blue skies to accompany it. I remember sitting there on the creamy, smooth, delicious sand and never wanting to leave. Besides the beach and blue skies, the narrow streets filled with tiny shops, patatas bravas and some of the best frozen yogurt I have ever had.



Night Visit: 

The night visit was completely different from the day trip because of one major factor: the Sitges Carnival. Each year leading up to Lent (a Catholic holiday), the town throws a week long party for people to let loose before Lent begins. Yes, they celebrate Carnival everywhere (basically Mardi Gras), but no one does it like Sitges, Spain.

We decided to go on the last night, and typically the most crowded night of carnival. It was Fat Tuesday so people were drinking and eating, dressed up in drag and silly costumes to go crazy one last time. There is a huge parade that makes its way down Rua del Extermini. There are huge groups of people drinking and dancing, giant floats and lots and lots of loud music. The parade is something I’ve never seen anything like before and I am not exaggerating when I say that I was finding confetti in my hair and clothes for days after. So. Much. Confetti.

Overall, I would say that Sitges is a hidden gem that everyone should get the chance to visit. It is beautiful, quiet, quaint and full of life. The people I encountered are some of the nicest people in the world and they really seem to follow Catalan culture. And if you’re ever near Spain for Carnival- make it a priority to dress up and have the time of your life roaming the streets of Sitges.


(This is a photo of me thriving at Carnival, if you look at the ground you will understand why confetti was falling out of my boots for days.)


Adjusting to Life Abroad

Ever since I was little, I have been the person that everything bad happens to. It actually runs in my family. “The bad luck Bunkenburgs” some may call us. A couple examples: my mom bought a brand new car only for it to be smashed by a tree the same night during a thunderstorm. My dad got a hole-in-one while on a golf trip but no one saw, so he didn’t win the money. In the past year, my brother has gone through 4 iPhones simply because of bad luck. I could go on and on about events that have gone completely wrong in my life. Maybe it’s pure stupidity, maybe its karma for shit talking my friend in high school or stealing $20 from my mom to buy drunchies, 13346803_882830291827777_4801652900513557985_nbut anyone who knows me truly believes it is simply just bad luck. No, I am not trying to have a pity party about my “sad” life because I truly believe that all things happen for a reason and I am a better person because of the struggles life has so generously thrown at me. But because of the constant struggling and having to jump over obstacles to complete simple everyday tasks, my parents were very worried for me to live in a foreign country for 4 months.

They warned me that life abroad would not be all sunshine and giggles and as much as I hate to admit it, man were they right. From day one, adjusting to life here has been quite difficult. Met my roommates, we went to dinner and drank a couple of glasses of wine to come home and remember we had no sheets and no towels. Our first thought- lets go to Target and get some! That is when reality sunk in… they don’t have Target… where will we buy anything ever?! We tried to find some sort of store near us that would sell some sheets when we realized everything was closed besides the 24-hour supermarket next door. We bought some paper towels and cheap shampoo and faced the reality that we were about to use paper towels to dry our bodies after a shower and we would have to use a couple of sweatshirts as blankets until we found where to buy a blanket.


(my roommates)

The first couple of weeks were easy. Everything was so new and freshIMG_1568.JPG and our schedules were quite busy. However, something bad was bound to happen at some point because bad luck follows me. We were running so late for a flight to Morocco to meet up with my roommate’s dad who was there for business. We were full on sprinting through El Prat airport. I was about to board the plane when we realized that the wrong persons name was on my ticket. After many tears and begging, the reality hit that they were not letting me on this flight. I sat there in shock watching the plane with all of my friends in it take off while I was trying to figure out how to get back to my apartment. I ended up taking the Aerobus (which by the way is one of the greatest things out there) and got dropped off at the wrong location. I was standing outside and it started completely down pouring. I stood there in the rain trying to hail a taxi completely bawling my eyes out.

I got back to my apartment and was sitting alone and I will never forget being so homesick and just wanting to talk to my mom so I gave her a call and she told me she couldn’t talk because it was 4AM in Minnesota. I just lost it… I’m talking tears and snot running down my face for hours. Everyone who saw me was terrified and to be honest, so was I. How could this happen? How am I alone in Barcelona on my first weekend? How could I be homesick when I am living in the greatest, most beautiful city in the world? I felt selfish and ungrateful but it had to happen to make me realize that our time here is limited and I cannot focus on the negative because I will forever regret not living everyday to the fullest.

So yes, this has been an adjustment and everyday is a struggle but it has been an unreal experience. Everyday I pinch myself and try to convince myself this isn’t a dream and I am living the best life I ever will live again.


The Real Side of Study Abroad

From what you have seen on my social media everything is perfect, right? I am going on trips, eating delicious tapas and making so many friends! There have been no bumps in the road, everything has worked out perfectly and I have an endless load of money left. I am across the world and living the perfect life! If you were to stalk my multiple social media accounts you would probably think that all of the above statements are true and I am living the ultimate study abroad life. In no way am I saying that you’re wrong; my life here has in fact been absolutely amazing, but what you see online is so much different than what my everyday life entails.

(Expectation vs. Reality)

I rimg_3636-1emember creeping on my friends Facebook album of her studying abroad in Barcelona. It looked absolutely perfect. From traveling to lavish cities on the weekend to taking long walks on the beach in between classes and eating delicious food with extravagant drinks on the side. I pictured myself strolling down the street with a coffee in hand and not a worry in the world.



img_4335-1Well people, I am two months in and I have somehow (not sure how) scavenged up enough money to buy a small latte from a local coffee shop so I would have a quiet place to study (because why would they have an easily accessible library). The music is blasting, someone is changing their babies diaper on the table next to me and the wifi is going in and out. When connecting to the wifi, you are required to check in on Facebook so people think I am drinking a cute latte in a little shop and just relaxing when in reality I am plugging my nose so I don’t smell a dirty diaper and trying not to make eye contact with the creepy man staring at me in the corner. What a life. This is just a sliver of the real side of the so-called perfect life I am living over here.

I truly think that only people who have studied abroad will understand that every single day is a struggle. From trying to figure out the metro to explaining to the pharmacist that I would like cough drops and not cough syrup in Spanish. By the way, after all the years I have taken Spanish you would think that I would know how to say the word “cough” or at least how to say that I am sick. Anyways, who would have thought that figuring out how to take a bus from the airport to a hostel in London located next to Big Ben would have been such a pain. “London is Americanized”- yeah right. People think that we just landed in a new country and immediately had everything figured out with a glass of wine in our hands but they have no idea of the hassle we go through to get there.


(Struggling on the metro)

Everyone here would agree with me that the littlest tasks here are made into a big struggle. When will they wake up and get a Target here and when will they realize that splitting the checks into separate bills would make things so much easier for everyone involved?! However, the small everyday struggles are what makes this experience so amazing. I love that everything is an adventure and it is a journey to get anywhere. I love that I don’t have a car so I am forced to figure out public transportation. I love when I accidentally walk past my apartment (7 blocks past, to be exact) and end up finding my new favorite croissant place. The best memories I have had here are the most unplanned and unexpected events and I wouldn’t change a thing about everything that has happened so far (besides putting off studying until the complete last minute- HA).