David has been gone for a week now. He spent a few days in Barcelona, Spain, with Estanislao Boren and his wife, Maria Clara. Estanislao is a cousin of his Grandpa Boren's that David's family has recently discovered and made contact with. David was hoping to learn more about his family history while in Spain. He is now in Uganda, working on research with some professors and graduate students from BYU. He will be interviewing principals, teachers, and students about school trust.
I'm going to start posting highlights from David's emails, since he's having some interesting adventures. Here are his first two emails:
I´m at Estanislao´s and Maria Clara´s house right now (10:20 p.m. Sunday night). Saturday afternoon we went all over Barcelona seeing different churches, buildings, parks, etc. Maria Clara and Estanislao speak Catalan to each other most of the time and Spanish to me. Their Spanish is definitely different from what I´m used to and it´s hard to understand everything. I have learned a few quirky words that they use a lot. Overall we communicate just fine, but there have been a few times that I was not sure what was said.
Barcelona is a beautiful city. In the evening we went home and went through some family history. I am learning some good stuff, but this one trip isn´t going to do it. Estanislao and Maria Clara live right in the middle of downtown, so there´s a lot going on right outside their apartment. We walked around town last night seeing all sorts of neat things and had dinner at a little restaurant close to their house. The food was very different, but very good. It reminds me a lot of my Grandma Boren´s food: spicy, oily, and very tasty. I would gain a lot of weight if I were here for an extended amount of time.
(Second email. I don't know why it's gray. It copied from the email that way. FYI: Laguarres is the village in Spain that the Borens come from. It is near the Spanish/French border, next to the Pyrennes.)
Yesterday we drove up to Laguarres and wow was it beautiful! It was a lot different than I had expected. I thought it would be dry, flat, grassland. Rather, it was a small little town tucked in a beautiful mountain valley. I knew from the maps that is was small, but it was even smaller than I had anticipated. The Spanish countryside is remarkably beautiful. I now know where my dad gets his yearning to be in the mountains. It´s in his blood. Don Mariano grew up in a quaint mountain valley. I got to see the homes where a lot of the relatives lived, and I saw the home where Mariano and all of his brothers and sisters were born and raised (casa Betis is what everyone in town calls it). It´s really interesting how all of the houses are two or three stories and share at least one wall with another house. The houses are all connected. There´s all this room (it´s out in the country) and the houses are smack dab next to each other. It was beautiful. The church is very close, but is not longer in use. Back in the mid 1800´s there were more than 500 people in Laguarres, but now there are fewer than 100. A lot of the young people have left because there really aren´t any job opportunities in Laguarres unless you are a farmer. Several of the houses are abandoned, or are vacation homes. The drive through the countryside was remarkable. I was surprised at the number of churches. Every small little village has an enormous church. They are everywhere.
I was not able to make any progress further back than Gregorio because it was a holiday and everything in Capella (the town with all the records) was closed. Estanislao said that he would have to make a trip up there to see what he could find. I´ll see if I can convince him to do it fairly soon. I have learned some great things and there are some names we can submit for temple work when I get back. We´re going to go see some more things around Barcelona today and then I´m off to Paris, Amsterdam, and Uganda.

