A Jumbo’s Journey Abroad: Slipping through my fingers (year three)
By Ben Rachel | April 27Well, here we are once again. My final publication of the school year. Wow.
Ben Rachel is a columnist for the features section of the Daily. Ben is a junior studying economics and computer science, and can be reached at benjamin.rachel@tufts.edu.
Well, here we are once again. My final publication of the school year. Wow.
I have been on a lot of airplanes over these past few months. As someone who has a goal of traveling to as many new places as possible, flying has almost become a weekly routine. This is all very ironic considering that I despise airports and airplanes in general. Let’s just say my time studying abroad has only affirmed my dislike. F--- you, Ryanair.
I’ve met so many people here in Barcelona. I’ve made friends with people as close as UMass Amherst and as far as the Netherlands. And while it is amazing to meet all of these people, I miss the people at Tufts. I miss my Jumbo community.
A week or two ago, my host parents had a few guests over for dinner. They were family friends from Amsterdam: very interesting, opinionated and not afraid to tell a story. My host parents wanted my housemate and I there to act as jesters. We were to be the entertainment for dinner.
Sonder: the feeling one gets upon realizing that every other individual has a life as full and real as one’s own, in which they are the central character and others have secondary or insignificant roles.
My initial idea for this publication was going to be me complaining about the heinous weather out here in Barcelona. I’ve been here for a month now and it’s only been over 60 degrees, like, five times! It’s been getting pretty cold, with last night dropping to the high 40s. I’m not sure what it’s like back at Tufts, but I bet it’s better than here!
For those who are wondering if I’m still alive, I can confidently say I think I am. I’m going on my third full week in Barcelona, and my stats have been pretty crazy: 10 nights out past 3 a.m., 50 bocadillos, 100 cafés sin leche, 574 Google Maps searches and one Instagram post (on my spam, because I’m still thinking up a caption for my real account).
Cakes and candles to 2026! Wow, just like that we are staring at another clean slate. A whole new year full of memories, stories and experiences waiting for us.
Well, we are here: dreaded finals. It feels like yesterday we were in the midst of midterm season!
If you have been keeping up to date with my column publications, you would know (based on my last column) that I was recently in the trenches and in the midst of midterms. As of this past Wednesday, I finished all my midterms for the fall 2025 season — just in time for finals!