The volunteer trip to Barcelona was the best first experience one could ask for. After reading about the first and second weeks, keep reading to find out more about the final days in Barcelona. Monday, 26th of September 2016– Day Twelve The final week has begun. Two women that are scout-girl leaders come to the house to give a workshop on how to treat sexuality with children. We learn about the biology behind sexuality and the workshop is eye-opening. Having acquired a lot of new knowledge, we speak about it over a good dinner and decide to all go out to the local bar we went to the first night. Tuesday, 27th of September 2016– Day Thirteen After yesterday’s big night, we all take the morning slowly. I finish some university work and in the afternoon, we go to the youth centre in La Fontana to have a workshop on international human rights. Wednesday, 28th of September 2016– Day Fourteen…

My first volunteer trip was in Barcelona; an amazing first experience! Keep reading to find out more about what happened during the second week of the volunteer camp. Monday, 19th of September 2016– Day Five Has it only been five days? It feels like I’ve been here a month. We walk and take the metro to the office, then go to the gothic quarter. Today’s theme is femicides– we learn about statistics regarding murders of women and gender-based violence, a theme that goes hand in hand with a class I’m taking. We start preparing a short speech in our own language to speak out during the next demonstration regarding femicides. Tuesday, 20th of September 2016– Day Six We make our way to the office early in the morning. Today’s activity: workshop on the spectrum of LGBT orientations. It’s a day full of confessions, opening up and of new perspectives. Wednesday, 21th of September 2016– Day Seven Today’s a big day.…

From the 15th to the 30th of September 2016, I was in Barcelona, Spain and took part in a volunteer project aiming to grow awareness surrounding topics such as sexual and gender-based violence, feminism, bisexuality and other similar topics. Being eighteen years old, I had never flown on my own to another country. Needless to say, it was an experience. I had travelled as a backpacker before, however never had to figure out on my own how to get from an airport to the city or how to find a way to my hostel without data or speaking the language. From the first day, where I met fellow Canadians in the dorms to the last, where I had met people coming from Spain, Greece, Germany, Mexico and Serbia, the people I met were what made a real difference Thursday, 15th of September 2016– Day One Arrived at Barcelona El Prat airport, took an hour to find my way out but…