My Transnational Son Has a Passport to Optimism
As Europeans Agonize Over Birth Rates and Migrants, Bicultural Kids Like Mine Will Dispel the Continent’s Paranoia
A couple of weeks ago, my 3-year-old son, Max, agreed to let me take him to school by bicycle. This was momentous because recently he’s been insisting that we are crocodiles, and thus incapable of sitting upright. Convincing Max that crocodiles can ride bicycles has allowed me to reclaim an hour of my mornings, which had been spent slowly meandering along the five blocks to Barcelona’s Diputacio Elementary.
Barcelona is a great place to have a kid. Max is in his first year of free preschool offered at the same …
