Mescladís
I had the most incredible, truly inspiring experience today. In retrospect, it affected me much more than I could have predicted and more than I initially thought. As a field trip for my Cross-Cultural Psychology class, we went to a restaurant in Barcelona. Unfortunately we didn't get to eat though. To get there, you need to take the metro and then walk for about fifteen minutes. You wind through small streets and back alleys. All of a sudden, the narrow alleys open up to this: It's a beautiful park, with families and dogs playing. Then as you look around, you start to notice the graffiti and the crumbling buildings. It's like something straight out of Brooklyn. Then you notice it, nestled in between the decrepit buildings, chipping paint and fire escape ladders: a little ray of sunshine in a struggling area. The restaurant is called M...