I arrived in Barcelona on Tuesday afternoon. When the plane touched down I began to have the paranoid feeling that I hadn't travelled anywhere at all, and that the producers of my Truman Show-like life had just changed the sets when I dozed off on the plane. But after a few days in the city, I think it is safe to say that I am indeed in another country on another continent. Because they are always grouped together as the leaders of the "developed" world, I tend to think of the United States and Europe as similar places. While there are some similarities between them, I have already noticed many stark contrasts between Barcelona and my home. The primary one is the lack of violence in this culture. While my fellow students and I have been
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