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I’m excited to present the final installment in a five-part series of guest posts by a good friend, Cat Gaa. When Cat was 19, she set a deeply personal goal of reaching 25 countries before her 25th birthday – August 15th, 2010. In this series of posts, Cat reflects on the experiences she had along the way – the people she met, the places she saw, and the things she learned both about herself and this world we live in.

If you’re new to Backpackingmatt, check out Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, and Part 4 in this series before reading Cat’s finishing post.

5) Dating anyone not from your demographic category

When I told my grandmother I’d be moving to Spain, she gave me two pieces of advice: Don’t start smoking, and don’t date anyone. Fifty-percent is considered a passing grade in Spain, and the only damage he’s doing to my health is feeding me pig parts, so it’s ok, right?

While dating someone six years older than you from another place and in another language certainly makes things trying, I’ve been with Kike for three years. Many say Sevilla is hard to break into socially, but I’ve had the golden ticket. Apart from improving my Spanish, I have been fortunate to be welcomed into a Spanish family.

Even if it’s casual or short or even chaotic, dating someone whose nationality is different really does give you added perspective. Pase lo que pase, I’ve had tremendous opportunities from dating him and am thankful to have met someone who has provided me needed support away from my family.

4) Working with children

Mrs. Stracka, my first grade teacher, asked everyone what they wanted to be when they grew up. “A ballet teacher,” I remember replying confidently. I had never studied ballet, and to this day haven’t, but this is the one time that I could see myself as a teacher. Much to my mother’s dismay, I instead chose to study journalism, Spanish and international studies. What did it get me? A gig teaching English in Southern Spain, and what was an eight-month stint into a new career move. I love teaching. I love kids. I love that teaching kids gives me so much satisfaction. And it’s fun, to boot!

Working with Spaniards has certainly given me some inside perception about a country still clinging to socialism, one that is losing its firm grip on child-bearing and traditional norms and one trying to pay homage to the past while moving forward in the present. It’s certainly a country of contrasts, as Michener or Lorca would tell you, but I see it in the children I have had the pleasure to teach. Their experiences seem to illuminate my understanding of this country.

3) Traveling with an unexpected partner

My mother is not good at keeping secrets, so I knew that my much beloved grandfather’s second wife, a woman much his junior, would be attending my graduation before I’d even registered my cap and gown. We took her directly to my favorite bar, where my close friends and I drank beer and said our goodbyes together. Midway through the night, Helen invited me to be her tour guide around Spain before starting my job. She’d pay my way around Iberia as long as I translated.

To say we shared an adventure would be and understatement – marriage proposals, a debit card swallowed by an ATM and days scraping together cash, football games, bullfights and a monkey attack. We’d traveled to France together before, she acting as a buffer for my grandfather and I, but this time was really special. She understood my profound love for Spain, and I hers for my grandfather. We ate one evening at a hole-in-the-wall vegetarian restaurant in Chueca. What began as a meal full of laughs remembering his peculiarities soon turned into crying together over his death. I’ve given her the moniker, “Abuelita” – an affectionate term for grandmother in Spanish.

2) Traveling alone

Likewise, traveling alone is equally as rewarding. My trip to Croatia ended up being solo at the last minute, and I’ve done parts of Spain, Ireland and Italy alone. The feat requires relying on one’s self much more – you don’t always have someone to help you with directions, recommendations or your ever-daunting backpack. I’ve always considered myself a social person, so being by myself forces me to be even more outgoing to look for company.

On the same token, I like going at my rhythm and taking my time to reflect. I couchsurfed just last week in Santander, Spain and wanted just a day to myself, spending the morning in the nearby modernist theme park of Comillas before laying out my towel on Playa del Sardinero. When it came time to have dinner, I chose a more-upscale seafood restaurant to have a nice meal. When I asked for a table for just me, the waiter asked, “Just you? No one else is coming?” and I could confidently respond, “No, just me.”

My parents sent me a package for my 25th birthday, replete with my favorite American provisions, and enough peanut butter to last until Christmas. The birthday card read, “Your independence makes you who you are. Here’s to another 25 years of adventures.”

1) Moving abroad

None of this would have been possible without my settling down in another country. Many thought I was taking a leap of faith. In reality, I was just making a natural progression. While I don’t feel completely feel detached from the US, I definitely no longer feel rooted there.

In Spanish, there exist two tenses to speak about what you’re doing at this very moment: the present continuous, as well as the present simple. Saying, “Qué haces?” though in the present simple, is the same as asking, “What are you doing?” Present simple over present continuous. I’ve recently switched from claiming I’m living in Spain to, “Vivo en España.” I sometimes get the feeling that I should move on and try something different, but moving back to America has yet to cross my mind.

This article has been very retrospective, the reflection of a far-fetched wish brought to life. But, like any desire, it takes perseverance and a lot of personal pushing. I’ve been robbed, ended up on the wrong mode of transportation (or missed it all together), have suffered loneliness, heartbreak and desperation, have dealt with lack of identity, strong personalities and the sense of failure. But, man, has it been worth it.

Thank you Cat for sharing your journey with us. All the best in your future travels.

Follow Cat’s adventures on her travel blog, Sunshine and Siestas. 

Below is the fourth installment of a five-part series of guest posts by my friend and fellow world traveler, Cat Gaa. At 22, Cat set a goal of experiencing 25 countries by the time she turned 25. This series of posts documents her most memorable experiences along the way. Cat outlines how basing herself in Spain and exploring the world has benefited her.

If you’re new to Backpackingmatt, first check out Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3 in the series.

10) Starting a business

In my 22 years, I hadn’t really thought of a lot of long-term goals. I was beginning to figure out who I was and what I wanted. Finding a volunteer position seemed a good way to fill up my free time, but the agency I had planned to ask offered me a job as a public relations assistant for a travel agency catered to study abroad students. Although I worked with the company a few months, the owner, my dear friend David introduces me as, “One of my originals. Without her, we’d be nowhere.” Makes you feel pretty cool to have said you had a hand in starting a business at a young age.

9) Learning the local tongue

Know the difference between echar un polvo and hecho polvo? You’d better before you head to Spain, or else you’ll be telling your hostel owner you’d like to engage in relations with him instead of how poorly you slept.

Integrating into a culture can be tough without speaking the language, but it’s also more fun if you do.

8 ) Getting to know your own country

I’m currently staying with a friend in the northern port of La Coruña in the Galician region of Spain. Her father asked me about my plans for the next week and I replied by rattling off four more cities that I’ll see before heading back home to Sevilla. “Madre mía!” he exclaimed, “You’ve seen more of Spain than I have!” True, I answered him, but little of my own country, which I deeply regret.

Like a Spaniard, I’m completely enamored with my home of Chicago (not my town, but the big city) and am happy to stay put while I’m there. But into my wish list of destinations, Boston, New York City, Yellowstone and Texas always pop up. I’ve seen many fascinating places. Knowing my own country, I think, will help me get a better sense of place. As the wise Calvin told Hobbes, “It’s a big world, buddy ol’ Hobbes. Let’s go exploring!” Maybe I just have to start in my own backyard.

7) Starting a blog

Writing to me seems as normal as breathing. I studied journalism; carrying around a pen and paper in my bag is as necessary as my wallet. I started a blog just to jot down my thoughts on moving abroad at 22 and keep my friends and in family in the loop. Three years and 150 posts gone, I read back at my personal progress and my ruminations on life in Spain and where I fit in.

Starting a blog, even if just for yourself, allows you to step away and analyze what’s going on around you. I realized that life in Spain continues with me and without me. And life in America does too. Besides, you have those memories recorded for eternity, especially when you can’t grasp the word to describe that perfect meal in Puerto de Mogán or the bus number you dutifully took to work each morning.

6) Following a sporting event while in the home country

The first question my students asked me when I introduced myself was, “Are you of Sevilla or Betis?” The truth is, I didn’t care about soccer and was lamenting missing the college football season. But after three years, yet to pick a team, I love watching Spaniards get worked up about soccer.

Victories are celebrated with city-wide parties, losses with swear words. Being here watching Spain’s Furia Roja make history has been nothing short of hard on my body. I was nervous, biting my fingers, rearranging classes and plans to watch matches. I screamed “YO SOY ESPAÑOL” along with the Coruñenses at the top of my lungs watching Iker Casillas hoist the trophy above his head. Proud is an understatement, for sure.

Read about Cat’s travels and her life teaching English in Spain on her blog, Sunshine and Siestas. Check back next week fifth and final installment in this series.

If you’re interested in guest posting for Backpackingmatt, I’m accepting ideas for destination specific posts. Contact me for more details.

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