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Hope Swimmers Tour Barcelona -- Summer 2009
From Coach John Patnott
From Jeff Shade
From Ariel Humphrey
From Matt Ray Thank you for the opportunity to go on this trip. It is something that will stand out in my memory of my college years.
From Ann Frisella While hiking up the dirt path that was carved up the mountainside, I was taking my time with my camera— kneeling to get things at different angles and waiting for tourists to pass so that I could get views that were unobstructed. Because of this I was falling further and further behind until eventually I was basically on my own. I was approaching the gigantic statue portraying the crucifixion. Making my way up the steps I noticed an older gentleman, arms folded, sitting a little ways away on the outer ledge, facing the back of the cross. We nodded in acknowledgement and I tried to make my way to the same angle he was appreciating with my camera. I attempted to do this as discretely as possible and made sure I wasn’t blocking him as I didn’t want to ruin his moment of peace. After I decided I got the picture I wanted, I took a seat myself. I started to notice all the details. Like the way the metal for the cross itself was more bronze, like the color of wood. Or the way the cloth around Jesus was made to look like it was catching a strong wind. There was a slight breeze and it was quiet. Really quiet. As I got up to leave I looked over at the man again. This time I was closer; I could see the lines in his face and the way his glasses made him look more intimidating than he probably was. It was just me and him and when we acknowledged each other again it was just so strange. We both smiled and without having to say anything I got the feeling he was just so wrapped up in awe of this place. I couldn’t say if he had just been a first-time visitor that day or maybe lived in one of the tiny, tucked-away towns down below and made the trip up however often he could. Either way I felt like sitting there with him for those few moments and acknowledging each other in that small way communicated our mutual respect for that particular spot on the mountain. I could not believe how immensely dense Barcelona was. I remember it was so hard to get an agreeable picture that fully captured that the city as we stood on top of the hill at Olympic Park; it was simply too overwhelming. For all of it’s shortcomings at being a trendy tourist hotspot, Calella was definitely the best choice for our team. While the hotel staff, the waiters and waitresses, and the man across the street who sold us bottles of water each day were very genuine people they were also there to please. They made it very easy for us to feel like we were in a comfort zone of Catalonia that was very suggestive of U.S standards, the language barrier being basically absent. At times I remember thinking that I would much rather have had more of a raw experience and not just expect that people would acclimate to me. But this aside, I felt without a doubt that our sports team manager, Veronica, and Excel Sports gave us a fantastic itinerary. There are only so many things you can do with seven days and I felt like we used them extremely well. I remember eating chicken and fish paella in a secluded plaza off of Las Ramblas. I remember getting chills looking at some of the photographs at the Olympics Museum. I remember searching for Calella’s brand of lucky glass along the beach….I remember walking, climbing up stairs, and a lot of sweating but more often than not I remember being with some of my teammates in a different part of the world. And, as cliché as it may sound, this experience is something that I will be able share with them for a long time and I am so content in knowing that. I feel so lucky and so blessed to have been given the opportunity to go.
From James Richardson On the first day, it was especially fun to get to our hotel room and look out on the swimming pool from our balcony, which we shared with the girls next door. Over the course of the trip, it was a lot of fun to relax on our joined balcony with our neighbors at the end of the day. Later in the evening, I especially enjoyed our initial explorations of Calella. It was nice to see the beach for the first time, and to get a feel for the city on our own. It was also strange, in a memorable way, to walk the streets of a truly foreign city for the first time, without any indication what would be around the next corner. Note to parents: luckily, Calella is a very tourist-y town; think Miami Beach Lite. It was really just a series of neon-lit bars and hotels for about a half mile until you reached the main shopping street, which was much more interesting. On the second day, we traveled into Barcelona itself, and I was treated to feasts of both the visual and culinary nature while there. Barcelona is truly a beautiful city, and we saw all kinds of magnificent old buildings, including the two massive bullfighting rings (one of which is still in use!). Later in our walking tour of the old section of the city, I felt as though I was literally walking through history. We saw Roman columns from the original settlement that became Barcelona, and we saw Gaudi’s church, which itself bore bullet holes left over from the Spanish Civil War of the 1930s. Later, during our free time, I ate Paella for lunch with Aria, Jessie and Ann. I was immediately hooked. Coach would say that it has the correct balance of carbohydrates and lean proteins in the form of seafood and chicken and nutrients in the vegetables for recovering athletes. I would say I wish they made it in Holland. I visited two more Paella places during our trip, and each time the results were delicious and authentic. On the third day, we performed community service (of the non-mandatory or punitive sort) for the city of Calella. After that somewhat tiring task, we relaxed on the beach for the rest of the day. It was nice to get a chance to relax and just enjoy the Mediterranean Sea. The beach was one my favorite that I have ever visited, mostly because the sun was bright and the water was deep and did not require a lot of wading to get deep enough for swimming. Indeed, it was possible to run toward the water, take two strides past the waterline, and dive without any fear of touching the bottom; it got deep that quickly. The beach was still notably different from the American beaches we were used to: aside from the occasionally more “European” style of dress we encountered, there were also roaming massage peddlers (“I MUH-SAAAAAGE YOU” could be heard all over the beach and sometimes disturbed our sleeping). On the fourth day, we traveled to the holy mountain of Montserrat, which contained a number of sacred locations and a monastery. My favorite part of that day by far, though, was exploring the top of the mountain. After taking the somewhat crowded and hot funicular ride to the top, I enjoyed being able to walk along the spine of the mountain to an abandoned monastic area and enjoy the view all along the way. After the trip back down, most of the group got lunch, but Aria, Ariel and myself decided to spend our time looking through the Montserrat art museum. It proved to be well worth the lunch of only power bars from my backpack on my way home, since I saw a variety of medieval paintings on religious subjects, ancient Greek and Egyptian artifacts (including a sarcophagus and a mummified crocodile!) along with sculptures and an original Dali painting. On the fifth day of our trip, we visited two local villages in the Catalonia region, Besalu and Girona. These old cities, much like Barcelona, offered excellent opportunities to experience interesting historical locations. Besalu was especially charming due to its small size, and Girona was perhaps my favorite city that we visited during the trip. Girona’s architecture varied with each twist and turn of its aged boulevards, and each new street brought a different and exciting style of building. The massive Girona cathedral and the Norman fortifications around the city were especially interesting. On the sixth day, we went again to Barcelona to tour the Olympic facilities from the 1992 games. These were duly impressive, as was the museum erected on the location. I was interested to note that the Olympic indoor stadium is still in use, and in fact hosts popular music acts (including American acts like Green Day and Katy Perry). Later, I took the chance to explore more of Barcelona on my own, including the Corte Ingles department store and another Paella place with Ariel and Matt. Later that night, Matt and I decided to go exploring, so we walked to the next city, Pineda del Mar, from Calella. It was nice to get beyond the more tourist-oriented parts of the town and get off the beaten path a bit. We also saw some neat, if somewhat unnerving, Catalonian separatist graffiti. Don’t worry, Mom, we lived. On the final day, we had a fairly relaxing day. After swimming in the morning, we spent the afternoon taking it easy on the beach and getting some shopping done in Calella. In the evening, we had our swim meet with C.N. Sant Adria. The hardest part to get used to was the different way in which the Spanish swimmers ran their meet. During the first race, our three girls didn’t realize that the whistle meant “go,” (a whistle means “step up [on the block]” in an NCAA meet) a miscue that had hilarious consequences. The rest of the meet went off largely without a hitch, though. I even won the 100-meter freestyle, making me an international champion (albeit of a very low caliber). Speaking to the Spanish team made me appreciate how lucky we were to have the practice facilities that we have in the Dow center. Much as we complain that our pool at Hope is too small (and it probably is a bit too small for the size of our men’s and women’s teams), we have about 70 swimmers between both teams, 6 lanes in which they can all swim, and two practice sessions to relieve crowding. This works out to approximately six swimmers per lane. C.N. Sant Adria, on the other hand, has only 3 lanes and one practice session for their 70 swimmers. That works out to about 23 swimmers per lane. That’s dedication. The next day, our trip to Spain came to an end. There were other events, of the forgettable sort, like our airplane getting stuck on the ground for a few hours in London, Coach’s luggage not making it to Chicago, and me getting a bathroom window broken all over myself. It seemed like the bad luck waited to strike us until the last day, for which I am grateful, since my trip to Spain was an excellent and memorable experience made all the better by the fact that I was lucky enough to travel with my teammates and friends from Hope swimming.
From Whitney Wilson On Friday, we had a swim meet against a local team. I was a little skeptical at first on how much we were going to get out of this meet. And because it was our last day in Spain, everyone seemed pretty worn out and just wanted to relax back at the hotel. However, the meet turned out to be really fun! The team was so nice to us. They gave us t-shirts, and pins to remember them by. In addition, a few of us girls switched swim caps with them. We were also able to exchange some e-mail addresses and even become facebook friends with a few of them. It will be easy to keep in touch with them, and maybe they could come to Michigan to visit us sometime! ?. I will never forget them. Overall, the trip was an amazing experience! (minus the flight home), And even though we weren’t there too long, we were able to do so much in such a little amount of time. I wish we could have stayed for another week or two!
From Elizabeth Nelis
From Brandon King Besides sites and cities we visited I really enjoyed "trying" to communicate with the people. The people in Callela the city we were staying were very nice and loved trying to talk to you even if you had a hard time. We felt welcomed by the people of the city especially when we were given key rings by the mayor for his appreciation for our service project of cleaning up a local park. The swim meet we competed in was awesome. The pool was not as nice as the outdoor 50 meter pool we were training in but it did not ruin one second of the fun we had competing with our new friends. After the meet we had a social event where we exchanged emails and they gave us t-shirts. We have already been in contact with one of our new friends through email. This experience was once in a lifetime and I am happy Hope made it possible for us.
From Claire Piester The language barrier was not as much of an obstacle as I expected. I was able to use hand gestures and simple English words to get the point across most of the time. There were also some people in our group who knew quite a bit of Spanish, which helped immensely to understand the local people in certain situations. The point of our trip was to both train and experience a different culture. I thought that the two were balanced very nicely with one practice and small trips daily. I really enjoyed the swim meet with the local team from Barcelona on our last day. Many of the swimmers from the other team enjoyed practicing their English by talking with us. The social after the meet was a good time to get to know each other a little more and they said that they wanted to come to Michigan next summer. I think that it would be a great opportunity for them to experience our culture as we did theirs. Overall, the trip to Spain was eye opening for me. It made me experience a different culture rather than learn about it in a classroom and just know that it exists. I will definitely pursue my dreams of traveling other places in the world, especially because this was such an eye opening experience for me!
From Clayton Sommers
From Matt Smith We were met at the airport in Barcelona by our guide, Verónica, who stayed with us at the Hotel Sant Jordi in Calella for the rest of the week. She was very friendly, infinitely patient and an excellent resource. Upon arriving at the hotel, most of us only had energy for some cursory exploration before collapsing for the night. The next day, however, there was no rest as we rose early for a multi-cultural church service before travelling to Barcelona. We received a breakneck tour of the city both by bus and on foot, hitting most of the main sights and attractions in order to help get our bearings for our return later in the week. The city was beautiful, the architecture and design all distinctly foreign to me. After returning to Calella, we spent some time about the city before going to bed, despite having to get up early for practice the next morning. The daily routine was easy to slide into, as was an easy version of our regular practice schedule during school. We got up for practice in the morning, returned to the hotel for breakfast and perhaps a quick nap before proceeding on to our events for the day. Each night we returned for dinner at the hotel, and then had some time to spend as we pleased. I found a pleasant balance between visiting local shops and restaurants and enjoying the view and cool from the balcony adjoining our room. In our trips out, we made friends with a few locals and other tourists, and meeting up with them became a favorite part of the routine. To Coach Patnott’s credit, he did not hammer us with yards in the pool (perhaps suspecting that we had neglected as thorough a conditioning regimen as we might maintain before starting the regular season), and as such we usually had enough energy at the end of the day to find something fun to do. Our events during the day were largely well planned trips to various religious, historical, or cultural attractions, led by our guide Verónica. One of my favorite activities was meeting the mayor of Calella and volunteering with him in a public park. Ryan, Christina, Ann and I helped to dig, pour cement, and place landscaping boulders with a few workers while other groups aided in various other cleaning and landscaping projects. It was enjoyable work, and the mayor seemed very grateful. He later invited us to visit the city hall, where he again thanked us for our time. On other days we visited the holy mountain Montserrat, the villages of Besalú and Girona, and returned to Barcelona for some free time to explore. These were all great experiences in their own way. Montserrat was a natural wonder which also held a great deal of religious history, striking me even with only my modest knowledge of Catholic history. The villages we visited skillfully hid their true size behind quaint Mediterranean buildings and narrow cobblestone roads. Countless little shops displayed wares crafted by local artisans or fine wines, and upon entering they seemed to extend endlessly around corner after corner room after tiny room. The colors were earthy and bright, a warm change from the often industrial feel of urban America. One thing that smacked of home was the enormous Spanish department store El Corte Inglés. This behemoth stood alongside a main square in Barcelona and measured more stories than I could count or remember. El Corte Inglés carried many upscale and designer brands familiar around the world, as well as many domestic Spanish labels. One could have spent a week riding the escalators between departments in that one store alone. No trip abroad would be complete without culinary immersion, but this proved to be the least exciting of our adventures. The food did not vary as greatly in variety and flavor as one would hope, and often the quality left something to be desired. The prospect of paying an arm and a leg for each small glass of water was distasteful as well. However, we found refuge in paella, the signature dish of Spain. The massive skillets provided meals for several people. With the amount of walking we did, not to mention training, we certainly had the appetite for it. In our final day, we received some much needed free time to relax out on the beach, the sand of which was delightful and intriguing. The grains were much larger than anything found in Michigan, and they tickled our feet every time we stepped off the boardwalk. After getting our fill of sun, we travelled to Sant Adriá for our first international swim meet. The team CN Sant Adriá consisted of swimmers of all ages and abilities, with several of our own age. They were affable and we had a good time talking and sharing stories after the meet. Hope performed well on the international stage, and I think we were all surprised (myself especially) at how well we swam considering our modest level of preparation. We again made friends, and a relationship which we may hope to nurture in subsequent years. Exhausted at the end of a long week, we survived the trip home, although not without difficulty. Unexpected injuries, random security searches, and faulty jet engines delayed us long past our expected arrival, but we made it home in one piece. Without hesitation, I think I liked interacting with people there the best out of all our experiences. We got to visit countless museums and relics, but out of all of it, the people made it worthwhile. There were annoyances, like the overly-unconcerned attitude that made simple tasks stretch, in some cases, to ten times as long as they would take here in America. But perhaps that is something for me to learn from as well. In a nation so young as we live in, perhaps we needn't put rush around quite as frantically as we do. These older countries, with more history in each ordinary cobblestone than in any of America's oldest colonies, have stood the test of time and withstood it well. Perhaps there is something there to learn from. Whatever we each took from this trip, none will forget the first ever Hope Swimming international adventure.
From Alicia Tuuk The meet we participated in against the Spanish team was my favorite part of the trip! Their team was very enthusiastic and they could not wait to compete against us; the atmosphere of their meet was nothing that I had ever experienced. When they cheered they were enthusiastic and had memorable sportsmanship. I will always remember my team trip to Spain and I hope our team can learn to be as welcoming as the team we swam against. Thank you, to all of the people that made this trip possible and also to Mr. and Mrs. Patnott! It is an experience that I will never forget! Thanks!
From Jessie Parsons The entire week was full of fun and awesome memories, but I think I had the most fun at our swim meet with a local club team. The atmosphere of light-hearted competition and good sportsmanship was a joy to be in. The Spanish team welcomed us enthusiastically; although most of us could not communicate verbally with each other due to the language barrier, their smiles and handshakes spoke volumes. After the meet, we got a picture of both teams together and had some time to socialize. The team was so generous; not only did they serve us wonderful food, but everyone received a club pin and t-shirt. We were all sad to leave, but eventually we had to go back to Calella. The whole team waved to us and cheered us until the bus was out of sight. This trip to Spain was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and I am extremely grateful I got to be a part of it! The memories I made with my teammates and the experience of being in another country are priceless to me. A huge thanks to Excel sports, Mr. and Mrs. Ruch, Coach and Mrs. Patnott, and everyone that made this trip possible!!!
From Kate Williams What seems to be the outstanding memory in my mind is from the day we went to visit Montserrat, a religious site and monastery in Spain located in Catalonia. On this day trip, we were given the opportunity to tour the facilities, which dated back thousands of years, and also walked a few rugged trails to seek some of the more concealed (but just as incredible) structures. Our tour guide, Veronica, informed our group this was a destination for many religious pilgrimages since the 12th century—to think about how many people visited this destination before us made quite the impressionable on me. On our last full day in Spain, we traveled to compete against a swim team located just outside of Barcelona. When we first reached the pool, none of us knew what to expect. No one in our group spoke enough of Spanish to hold a decent conversation, and their group felt the same way about their English. Despite the obvious language barrier, our groups were able to compete in a low-key meet, which was both fun and exciting for both of our groups. The meet ended with a mixed (male and female) relay and a quick dinner outside where our team was gifted t-shirts and buttons bearing the team’s name on both (C.N. Sant Adria). The team and their families were extremely accommodating and hospitable, and everyone there agreed to make an attempt at remain in contact throughout the following years. As previously stated, I expected a lot out of this trip—I intended on visiting some of the more famous sites in Spain, I hoped for social interaction with varying cultures, and I also wished to strengthen my existing friendships with my teammates. I truly feel as though this trip allowed us to do all three.
From Ryan Nelis
From Mitch Ruch
From Tommy Knecht
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