Elena Ribera is my grandmother, and now I can say that thanks to her I am in Spain. But this event wasn’t easy at all…
My grandmother started her journey from her natal country, Colombia, a country that is economically unstable and doesn’t hve much job offers. Her friend Pilar knew the situation in Spain, specifically, Barcelona, where she lived. One day my grandmother decided to take a chance and go to Barcelona, with only one suitcase a few dollars in her purse and an address from that city. It was a country she didn’t know, but the language was the same. Once she was in the Airport of Barcelona she contacted Pilar, who let her stay at her house for some time.
My grandfather and my grandmother still lived in Colombia, but for important dates, such as holidays or birthdays, my grandmother would travel home to be with the family.
She came with a lot of stories to tell us, about places we didn’t know, except for a few that are internationally known, like the famous Sagrada Familia. It was difficult for her to leave afterwards, although it was to build a better future for us.
In picture my grandmother and my mother.
