"Do you know how to get to this hotel?" A lady asked me.
I was about to go for my regular early morning jogging around my house and bumped into the lady and two kids with two big suitcases each of their both hands. They apparently didn't speak Spanish and were lost and looked exhausted.
"All right, count on me," I said in my heart.
They said they are American. I was waring a T-shirt with big "California Soccer," which I bought when I visited the University of California Berkeley, and that probably let them feel a bit familiar with. I asked people at a bakery and a taxi driver on their behalf in my tiny Spanish but couldn't find out where the hotel was.
Eventually, I took them to my home and looked for the hotel by the internet and escorted to them to the hotel, which was about 10 minutes' walk.
Somehow, I felt very at home when I spoke to people who were native in English. Even, English is not my first language, it is a language that I can speak well. And I was interpreting to my third language - Spanish.
Through this experience, I could raise my confidence a bit here in Barcelona. As a new citizen, it wasn't always smooth last few weeks. I needed a lot of help from many people. Finally, now I could be a bit of help for someone else.
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