I'm that awkward foreign kid at my school here in Barcelona. Remember Fes from "That 70's Show"? Well, his name stands for Foreign Exchange Student, or F.E.S. for short, and that's me. Not to brag or anything, but I know quite a bit of Spanish. I've studied it for a few years now. Some even say that I'm nearly fluent. Well, that would help me a lot if I were in Spain, but I'm in Catalonia, an autonomous region of Spain, and they do not speak Spanish. They speak Catalan. I can barely understand my professors, I can't pronounce the names of the foods that I'm eating, and my roommates look at me like I'm some sort of three-eyed mutant when I eat the peanut butter that my mom sent me. I'm in constant cultural-limbo, and I can't help but feel comfortable in the mess of all of it. Everyday is an eye-opening adventure and I can't get enough of this football loving, siesta-sleeping, quirky Catalan culture.