Well, it’s pronounced “BudapesHt” but whatever. Anyway, I went to Budapest with 2 friends for 5 days, and it was great! Budapest is one of those cities that are authentically OLD, not one of those cities whose city council decides to re-vamp all the buildings to be new but look old and vintage, but it’s really old, and it shows. It seemed like all of the buildings are super old, have Byzantine-style architecture and black or grey ashy-colored outsides. There are obviously also lots of old monuments and religious buildings—St. Stephen’s Cathedral: huge and gorgeous; the largest synagogue in Europe and 2nd largest in the world…don’t know the name, oops; and other religious stuff….anyway, I’ll stop rambling and maybe organize my thoughts.
First of all, Budapest was originally 2 different cities separated by the Danube river, Buda and Pest. At some point in history…? they united and now it’s a huge city, and major tourist attraction for it’s beauty and history; Buda is the more suburban part of the city, while Pest, where we stayed, is more metropolitan and has all the shopping, exhibits, monuments, restaurants, etc.
So to begin, I’d say the whole language barrier was by far the hardest thing to get a hold of, or rather to accept. I remember when we first arrived and made it to the metro station to get to our hostel, we were standing in the middle of it all, literally turning in circles because we had absolutely no idea where to go, how to get to wherever we were going, nor obviously how to read all the signs. True, lots of people speak English, or at least a little bit, but it was all hustle and bustle so we just felt lost and helpless. Luckily we made it on a metro after figuring out the stupid ticket system, and a nice guy heard us speaking English on the metro trying to figure out where to get off, and he spoke fluent English and was really helpful, getting off with us, walking us to our hostel, and marking on my map cool things to see and do. Great first impression! But anyway, that feeling of not being able to communicate or understand what people are saying to you, or how to ask a question, or anything, is a really terrible and hopeless feeling. It was one that I know we all felt and experienced many more times throughout our time there—like me trying to order my friend a pizza on the phone, or my friend being yelled at in Hungarian in a museum, we think for carrying her backpack but we’re not sure, or a lady in another place telling us to do something that we clearly didn’t understand, etc.—it’s just so overwhelming. I honestly cannot remember the last time I felt that helpless and useless. They talk to you, and you really have nothing to say in return, other than give a blank stare and raise your eyebrows. Like when I was trying to order the pizza, we were in the hostel and there were several people sitting around listening, digging through guidebooks for expressions I could use, laughing hysterically, etc., and it was all funny and all, since I called twice hoping for an English speaker (we’d stopped there before and the guy knew English and Spanish, so we just figured he’d answer….HAH), but I had to hang up after the first time because my saying “pizza” “angolul?” for ‘english?’ was getting me nowhere, and then the second time I just remember thinking, this is ridiculous. It’s funny and I’m cracking up, but it was maybe the most stressful/overwhelming 30 seconds of my life…if had to live like this, I honestly don’t know how I’d survive. I mean, of course I’d try to learn the language, but mannnnnnnnnn. Just imagine immigrating to another country in search of a better life or something but not knowing the language: what the hell do you do? I guess in hindsight it’d be stupid to move to a country where you don’t speak the language, but it happens, so the problem exists…ahh. In the end the pizza fiasco failed, and my friend went hungry. Imagine that, hungry in Hungary…HAHHHHHH.
Aside from the language barrier, we did a lot of cool things. Budapest, or maybe all of Hungary, is known for their natural thermal waters (is that English?—aguas termales—)so we went to one of those, and left smelling of sulfur, but feeling refreshed and relaxed. We went to the huge synagogue that I mentioned before—apparently designed by a Catholic, so the architecture inside is pretty distinct for a synagogue, but still pretty—we went to a couple museums on the history of Hungary and also on the Soviet/Communist occupation and Hungary’s role in WW2, went to the citadel, saw some great views of the huge city, walked a ton, ate even more, and made a lot of new friends at our hostel. We stayed at this hostel called Bubble Budapest, so if you ever go, stay there! There were people from England, Australia, New Zealand, Spain, Dominican Republic, Argentina, Canada, US, etc. We all went out together a lot, spent maybe too much time together, but had a great time!
Oh, and the weather in Budapest might be even weirder than Texas. On our last full day there, we were out and about seeing the last things we could, and it was sort of cloudy, sort of blue skies, normal. Well, all of a sudden it starts to SNOW. Not rain, but snow, legit snow. So that lasts for just a bit, like 5ish minutes and then it starts raining, and then like 20 minutes later, we have clear blue skies and temperatures like 10 degrees warmer. Yah, weird. So then like an hour or two later, we’re walking across this huge bridge and what do ya know? It starts snowing AGAIN. Whattttt? Anyway, I just thought it was crazzzy.
Oh, and then on a completely unrelated note, on our flight back we stopped in Munich, and omg I saw the most german looking guy ever. Well actually, several of them; it was insane!!! I just remember looking at him and immediately thinking, that guy is GERMAN, sooooo german!! And the german people were really nice, so I think I’d like to go back there sometime, spend some quality time in the country eating sausages and beer and feeling like I can actually fit in with the blond-haired people. but I wonder…will I be able to order any food?!?!? I mean, I don’t speak german. Speaken-zie deutsch? NOPE.
To say the least, traveling is nice and rewarding and eye-opening, but it’s always nice to go back ‘home’ and speak the language and be able to communicate.
After I came back from Budapest, I spent the rest of my time here in Granada, experiencing the true Andalucian Semana Santa. Basically there are tons of processions with old and young people alike, lots of music, standing in the cold, carrying the heavy statues and 'palios' or those big things that have the Virgen Mary, etc. sitting on top and are intricately decorated, etc. Here, Easter is all about the few days before, especially the processions and everything else that goes on on Thursday, Friday and Saturday, and then on Sunday. I went to a couple processions Thursday night, and one of them, 'la procesion de silencio' is apparently one of the most famous and special. It starts processing at midnight, and as it reaches different parts of the city, all of the lights are shut off in that part, and everyone is supposed to be silent, obviously, and the people in the procession are all wearing black and carrying candles, and then there's the big Jesus on the cross. It was nice, honestly not all that it was hyped up to be, but maybe because the idiot beside me decided that the SILENT part of the procession was the perfect time to start eating his stupid sunflower seeds and drinking from his coke wrapped in a plastic bag and talking to his girlfriend. moron.
But it was all nice; really different. No easter egg hunt this year, just the normal crackers and tea and unripe pear for breakfast. :)
Monday, March 24, 2008
the little old lady
So since the beginning of the semester I’ve had a lot of free time between and after classes, and I was just going crazy and didn’t know what to do with it all. Well, it’s gotten better, I have a pretty normal routine now, but I was like, I might as well do something worth doing at least during a portion of my time. Sooo I decided to try and volunteer somewhere, so basically I kill time with other people, AND I speak Spanish while doing it. Well get this. I first went to Red Cross and talked to the lady, and she was like, oh well, you’re only here till May so we don’t want you to start anything now. And I was like, fine, if you don’t want me to even play with kids that’s fine with me, someone else will have to want me. So I found this place online called Fundacion Albihar and the lady there was sooo nice and overwhelmingly welcoming to me, and was so glad that I had found the place online. The fundacion does several things, but the one that fit my timing and schedule the best was to be paired up with an old lady and just talk with her, listen, take a stroll, whatever. I mean, it’s not much (at all), but ok let’s face it, old ladies are adorable, especially when they speak Spanish and you have absolutely no idea what they’re saying but still they somehow adore you and think you're the most amazing person for listening, and it’s always interesting to meet new people and here their life stories, and mannnnnnn I’m telling you, little old ladies LOVE talking about their life and their families. So anyway, yesterday was my first day to go and meet her, her name is Socorro, she’s in her 80’s, has trouble walking, but is a mouthful, and super friendly. I went with the director lady so she could introduce us, etc. and they just ended up talking the whole time, but I’m going to start seeing her after Semana Santa, which is this upcoming week, and basically all I do is go once a week, or whatever we agree on, and just take her on a stroll, sit and talk and listen and just provide good company for her for a couple of hours. Not bad.
Oh and so she lives in this apartment building—like everyone here—but there was some serious bad planning, or a major lack of planning, put into the building because there is no elevator! Come on, people. If apartment buildings are the only form of living conditions here in the city, you just HAVE to expect that either, a)old people will live there and will need an elevator at some point, or b)that people will, like most Spaniards, make this the one home they’ll have, and thus they’ll GET old, and will eventually need an elevator if they ever want to breathe in the fresh air and not waste away on their couch day after day. Ah. I got really mad because that was one thing they were talking about for Socorro. Luckily she’s just on the first floor, and for the most part she can go down and come up on her own, but it’s really just not safe for her or anyone else in a similar situation. Urgh.
Anyway, I’m excited to listen to all her stories, and I just know I’ll get an earful of them, but it should be good for the both of us.
Oh and so she lives in this apartment building—like everyone here—but there was some serious bad planning, or a major lack of planning, put into the building because there is no elevator! Come on, people. If apartment buildings are the only form of living conditions here in the city, you just HAVE to expect that either, a)old people will live there and will need an elevator at some point, or b)that people will, like most Spaniards, make this the one home they’ll have, and thus they’ll GET old, and will eventually need an elevator if they ever want to breathe in the fresh air and not waste away on their couch day after day. Ah. I got really mad because that was one thing they were talking about for Socorro. Luckily she’s just on the first floor, and for the most part she can go down and come up on her own, but it’s really just not safe for her or anyone else in a similar situation. Urgh.
Anyway, I’m excited to listen to all her stories, and I just know I’ll get an earful of them, but it should be good for the both of us.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
un buen fin (de semana)
This past weekend was wonderful, for various reasons. First of all, the weather was good...except at night HOLY COW i think it gets colder now than it did at the beginning of the semester...and I just don't function in cold weather...but during the day it's getting warmer and warmer so that's good. Also, my friends Brennan and Lori came to Granada from Barcelona, which them prompted me to finally call my friend Anna who studies here in Granada, and we all went out for tapas and hung out. Apparently everything is suuuper expensive in Barcelona, and their living situation isn't really the same as mine, the city's too big for their taste, etc., so basically I got some perspective from them and then like overnight I developed a deeper sense of appreciation for Granada. No joke. I mean, I have it good here: FREE TAPAS!, good weather, i can walk pretty much anywhere in the city without having to take the bus, we don't even have a metro, it's not to expensive, i have a host family who gives me food, the great Andalucian/Granadino accent that I have grown to love and pseudo compare the chilean...doesnt always work but it's worth a try...
So yah, thank you, Brennan and Lori, for making me appreciate what i have...
alsooo, my host sister, Maria, and her friends invited Lara and I to go with them to the beach on Saturday, and we had a great day in Malaga. Two americanas, and 9 crazy espanoles taking forever to get it together in the morning to go, then taking a while to finally hit the road and get going, then picking up people, and finally making it there and wandering the city (Nerja--beautiful!) in search of a supermarket so we could buy food, then FINALLY making it back towards the beach and setting up camp. crazy day. The drive up there (down there?) was really pretty, especially once we were driving along the coast...all the cities are full of gorgeous white houses and apartments lining the coast--which is an amazing bright blue color--with palm trees, clear blue skies, and ah! so pretty! The beach we went to was pretty small, but really nice because we got our own little alcove to claim as our own, and then we just chilled there for the rest of the day...so relaxing!!....unlesssss the spaniards decide to declare you as the one to pick on...every LITTLE thing i did at least one of them was like, "que haces, cati???" (what are you doing???) so of course i had to justify everything i did...and! everything was my fault! they said that "it's always been that way" but i was like, since when? so of course, whenever anything happened...who's to blame? me! maybe because i'm blonde? maybe because i'm an easy target? i have no idea...but anyway! a great weekend!!
and here in just a few days, on friday, i'm going to Budapest!!! Going with my friend Ryann (a guy) and my friend Austen (a girl...i know, confusing...) and it should be fun. even though the forecast says it's supposed to be in teh 40-50s and raining the whole time...ehh!
So yah, thank you, Brennan and Lori, for making me appreciate what i have...
alsooo, my host sister, Maria, and her friends invited Lara and I to go with them to the beach on Saturday, and we had a great day in Malaga. Two americanas, and 9 crazy espanoles taking forever to get it together in the morning to go, then taking a while to finally hit the road and get going, then picking up people, and finally making it there and wandering the city (Nerja--beautiful!) in search of a supermarket so we could buy food, then FINALLY making it back towards the beach and setting up camp. crazy day. The drive up there (down there?) was really pretty, especially once we were driving along the coast...all the cities are full of gorgeous white houses and apartments lining the coast--which is an amazing bright blue color--with palm trees, clear blue skies, and ah! so pretty! The beach we went to was pretty small, but really nice because we got our own little alcove to claim as our own, and then we just chilled there for the rest of the day...so relaxing!!....unlesssss the spaniards decide to declare you as the one to pick on...every LITTLE thing i did at least one of them was like, "que haces, cati???" (what are you doing???) so of course i had to justify everything i did...and! everything was my fault! they said that "it's always been that way" but i was like, since when? so of course, whenever anything happened...who's to blame? me! maybe because i'm blonde? maybe because i'm an easy target? i have no idea...but anyway! a great weekend!!
and here in just a few days, on friday, i'm going to Budapest!!! Going with my friend Ryann (a guy) and my friend Austen (a girl...i know, confusing...) and it should be fun. even though the forecast says it's supposed to be in teh 40-50s and raining the whole time...ehh!
Monday, March 3, 2008
slight change of plans...
So I was going to go to Morocco this past weekend, but a few...digestive problems(?) shall we say, got in the way and I ended up staying home and chillin' with the senora instead. I'll be going to Morocco at the very beginning of May now, instead, and with a group of complete strangers. It should be fun. This weekend I went out and tried to see more of the city on my own, and really wanted to go see the Plaza de Toros...so I get out my map, make my way over there (it's really pretty close...now i know) and what do you know? it's closed. So the closest I got was seeing the outside, but then i was walking around it (it's just a huge arena basically, lots of football stadium seating), and I found an open door, so of course I went in and got to peak in at the arena...it's huge! I can't wait to be able to actually go there and see some bulls running around...
In other news...oh, trivia of the day. So in Chile, it was normal for there to be American tv shows and movies on all the time, with the normal english spoken and subtitles. There were also programs and movies that were dubbed into Spanish but I'd say that was far less common. On the other hand, here in Spain you basically never hear english on the tv or at movie theaters (unless it's a musical like Sweeney Todd and they sing in English and then speak in spanish...it's really quite funny...) So I was wondering why, if there was a reason, that Spain has such a strong 'dubbed culture' as my professor described it today. Wellll, turns out that during Franco's regime, he was so patriotic, so nationalistic, against other languages, etc. that he implemented a law calling for pure dubbed music, tv, movies, etc. Apparently he didn't want Spaniards getting the real message of the movie, etc. in case it dealt with something that might interfere with his power and control over Spain. Obviously today such a law doesn't exist, but Spaniards just became so accustomed during his multi-decade stage of power that it's stayed...hmm
a bit of cynicism...
Last week, Spain had it's first presidential debate in 15 years (the second, and last one for this year is today; elections in a week) and so obviously--or perhaps not so obviously--I, and Lara, wanted to watch it. However, we lucked out to have a senora and her two daughters who are somehow so adamant about how much Zapatero sucks and has screwed this country, and they want the other guy to win, yet they don't know anything other than that Rajoy-the 'other guy'- will fix it. And so when Lara and I asked about the debate and whether or not they were going to watch it, they responded that they already know who they're going to vote for and that politics are stupid. And well, there's only one tv in the house, so lara and i just dismissed ourselves to our rooms. The Simpsons are obviously much more important. And tonight the same thing is going down...they'll bash the govt. and then turn on a word-game show, for the 9823472908 time in a row. Last week one of my professors asked us who all hadn't watched the debate, and i had to explain that my senora 'didn't want to,' which i think surprised him, and he responded by saying, "next week, make your close-minded woman listen to something of importance!" that made me happy. hahha
weather's warming up; flowers are slowly blooming, and after Semana Santa I can finally wear sandals and be socially-acceptable!
In other news...oh, trivia of the day. So in Chile, it was normal for there to be American tv shows and movies on all the time, with the normal english spoken and subtitles. There were also programs and movies that were dubbed into Spanish but I'd say that was far less common. On the other hand, here in Spain you basically never hear english on the tv or at movie theaters (unless it's a musical like Sweeney Todd and they sing in English and then speak in spanish...it's really quite funny...) So I was wondering why, if there was a reason, that Spain has such a strong 'dubbed culture' as my professor described it today. Wellll, turns out that during Franco's regime, he was so patriotic, so nationalistic, against other languages, etc. that he implemented a law calling for pure dubbed music, tv, movies, etc. Apparently he didn't want Spaniards getting the real message of the movie, etc. in case it dealt with something that might interfere with his power and control over Spain. Obviously today such a law doesn't exist, but Spaniards just became so accustomed during his multi-decade stage of power that it's stayed...hmm
a bit of cynicism...
Last week, Spain had it's first presidential debate in 15 years (the second, and last one for this year is today; elections in a week) and so obviously--or perhaps not so obviously--I, and Lara, wanted to watch it. However, we lucked out to have a senora and her two daughters who are somehow so adamant about how much Zapatero sucks and has screwed this country, and they want the other guy to win, yet they don't know anything other than that Rajoy-the 'other guy'- will fix it. And so when Lara and I asked about the debate and whether or not they were going to watch it, they responded that they already know who they're going to vote for and that politics are stupid. And well, there's only one tv in the house, so lara and i just dismissed ourselves to our rooms. The Simpsons are obviously much more important. And tonight the same thing is going down...they'll bash the govt. and then turn on a word-game show, for the 9823472908 time in a row. Last week one of my professors asked us who all hadn't watched the debate, and i had to explain that my senora 'didn't want to,' which i think surprised him, and he responded by saying, "next week, make your close-minded woman listen to something of importance!" that made me happy. hahha
weather's warming up; flowers are slowly blooming, and after Semana Santa I can finally wear sandals and be socially-acceptable!
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
¡elecciones!
So with the primaries going on in the States, and with Spain´s elections coming up here in March, politics is definitely the topic of conversation lately. In Spain the two main political parties are the PSOE (Partido Socialista Obrero Español), which is ´a la izquierda,´ o sea, more liberal, and the PP (Partido Popular), which is more conservative. The president right now is Zapatero, who is part of the PSOE, and well...obviously there are varying opinions on him, but from what I understand (or at least in my host family), he is not very liked or appreciated by many Spaniards. The candidate for the PP is Rajoy, who is an older man, and also is sort of stand-outish for some of his ideas and proposals. I´ve been trying to read up as much as possible in the newspapers and in the news, and while there are obviously many many many plans and ideas and proposals for both parties, the three main topics of discussion are: immigration, (juvenile) delinquents, and the economy as a whole. Spain has always been a port of entry into the rest of Europe for people from Africa, which makes up a large portion of the Spanish population, but it´s gotten to the point where it´s almost out-of-hand, there are just so many immigrants, and well, not enough work, etc. Delinquency, I had no idea it was as big a problem as they make out, but apparently so...andddd the economy, the big whopper. Spain´s going through what we in the States would usually refer to as a recession, but apparently most Spaniards don´t know that word and have no idea what it means, so they simply say that they´re going through an "economic crisis," which basically sums everything up...other noteworthy factors in the elections are things like the drought that Spain is in and has been in for some time...or rather, lack of water; housing; older people and their ´pensiones´, etc. Anyway, it´s been interesting to try and follow the campaigns, and now that I´m finally starting to actually learn about the political systems both in Spain and all of Europe in two of my classes, I´m able to actually understand it all! It´s also interesting to listen to people´s opinions here on the elections back in the States; today in my history class we were going over politics briefly, and my professor said, which clears up a lot of what I´ve heard regarding US politics from Spaniards, that Spaniards just simply cannot and do not understand how two candidates from the same political party can be fighting against each other in the elections...good point, good point. Maybe to knock out the worse of the two... So anyway, interesting going from one political system with a female pres back in Chile, to Spain with elections coming up, all the while hearing about elections/campaigns back stateside...
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
lately...
As of late, one of my favorite things to do is to go to the park near my house and sit and read, or people-watch, or occasionally chat with the people around me. Luckily it's starting to warm up, so it's usually around 60-70 degrees and sunny during the afternoon for a few hours, which means everyone tries to take advantage of the sun. It's also really good to just get out of the house and see new things/people/relax/etc.
Let's see...what else do I do? The really big thing to do here is to go out for tapas, which are typically served from 8pm - midnight-ish. And LUCKILY, Granada is, I believe, the ONLY place in all of Spain that serves free (and delicious) tapas whenever you order a drink at a tapas bar or restaurant. It comes in handy when you only have a couple of dollars and you order a beer or something for a euro y tanto and end up eating dinner for 'free'! So anyway, that's pretty much what everyone does here...I don't do it a whole lot because I have a completely free meal prepared for me everynight, but every once in a while it's a nice change...This past weekend I got together with a group of friends and we played frisbee together, and then soccer, and then the group ended up picking up a couple of spanish guys who wanted to join in. It was tons of fun, reminded me of playing frisbee on the beach in Chile, and felt so good to play a sport again! plus I met alot of new people I hadn't known before and some of whom ended up going to the same university as my friend (shout out to c.boice) at Clemson...woot woot. Anyway, later that night, what originated from me and my roommate's idea-Lara- to get out of the house and not make our deathly-ill host senora cook that night, turned into a pretty good group of us from frisbee going out for tapas, and then to another place, and then one of the guys we were with who studied here last semester tambien, took us to a hookah bar that his friend owns...i was so exhausted by the end of the night, but the hookah-bar guy kept making fun of me for being tired so early at like 4 am...man, i'm so not spanish yet. OH. AND! The guy who own's the store right next to the hookah bar came in and 'talked' to us (except he was so drunk and hookah-bar guy says he's crazy to begin with) and in the middle of the 'conversation' he looks at me randomly, and says roughly the following:
"and this one, this one right here, she's the type to get pregnant" and i was like "WHATTTTTTTT?" everyone turns silent and i'm like, "oh, what makes you say that? i'm the most UNLIKELY to get pregnant here!" and he just kept mumbling to himself and the hookah guy just was laughing and laughing....mannnnnnnnnnnn that was weird!!! so yah. but no worries, parents, no worries.
anyway. that's my life. still working on signing up for my class at the university, going to classes, trying to to stick out like an americana. unsuccessfully!
oh, and I've started here a little list of what it means to be Spanish, or little things that stick out in the Spanish society that I've picked up on. yah, some are really lame or shallow or stupid, but whatev:
-black and brown go together perfectly and is totally stylish
-if you wear any type of nylons, stockings, or leggings you'll fit in
-boots go with any outfit. any outfit.
-scarves complete an outfit.
-olive oil goes with anything. and and is served with everythings.
-salads are salty.
-tv is awesome. the simpsons are the best.
-two words: skinny jeans.
-exercise? what's that? i walk everywhere.
-say 'vale' to everything.
-lip-reading is hard, just like in Chile...they mumble and don't move their mouths.
-no pasa nada.
-----to be continued......
Let's see...what else do I do? The really big thing to do here is to go out for tapas, which are typically served from 8pm - midnight-ish. And LUCKILY, Granada is, I believe, the ONLY place in all of Spain that serves free (and delicious) tapas whenever you order a drink at a tapas bar or restaurant. It comes in handy when you only have a couple of dollars and you order a beer or something for a euro y tanto and end up eating dinner for 'free'! So anyway, that's pretty much what everyone does here...I don't do it a whole lot because I have a completely free meal prepared for me everynight, but every once in a while it's a nice change...This past weekend I got together with a group of friends and we played frisbee together, and then soccer, and then the group ended up picking up a couple of spanish guys who wanted to join in. It was tons of fun, reminded me of playing frisbee on the beach in Chile, and felt so good to play a sport again! plus I met alot of new people I hadn't known before and some of whom ended up going to the same university as my friend (shout out to c.boice) at Clemson...woot woot. Anyway, later that night, what originated from me and my roommate's idea-Lara- to get out of the house and not make our deathly-ill host senora cook that night, turned into a pretty good group of us from frisbee going out for tapas, and then to another place, and then one of the guys we were with who studied here last semester tambien, took us to a hookah bar that his friend owns...i was so exhausted by the end of the night, but the hookah-bar guy kept making fun of me for being tired so early at like 4 am...man, i'm so not spanish yet. OH. AND! The guy who own's the store right next to the hookah bar came in and 'talked' to us (except he was so drunk and hookah-bar guy says he's crazy to begin with) and in the middle of the 'conversation' he looks at me randomly, and says roughly the following:
"and this one, this one right here, she's the type to get pregnant" and i was like "WHATTTTTTTT?" everyone turns silent and i'm like, "oh, what makes you say that? i'm the most UNLIKELY to get pregnant here!" and he just kept mumbling to himself and the hookah guy just was laughing and laughing....mannnnnnnnnnnn that was weird!!! so yah. but no worries, parents, no worries.
anyway. that's my life. still working on signing up for my class at the university, going to classes, trying to to stick out like an americana. unsuccessfully!
oh, and I've started here a little list of what it means to be Spanish, or little things that stick out in the Spanish society that I've picked up on. yah, some are really lame or shallow or stupid, but whatev:
-black and brown go together perfectly and is totally stylish
-if you wear any type of nylons, stockings, or leggings you'll fit in
-boots go with any outfit. any outfit.
-scarves complete an outfit.
-olive oil goes with anything. and and is served with everythings.
-salads are salty.
-tv is awesome. the simpsons are the best.
-two words: skinny jeans.
-exercise? what's that? i walk everywhere.
-say 'vale' to everything.
-lip-reading is hard, just like in Chile...they mumble and don't move their mouths.
-no pasa nada.
-----to be continued......
textbooks come to life!
Ok, I'm not familiar with blog etiquette, (as in, if you're only supposed to do short/concise entries, or if it even matters...?) or if it even exists, but I've written kind of a longggg blog on my trip from last week to Madrid, Toledo, Segovia and Portugal, so I'm just going to post it all...enjoy.
FEBRUARY 7, 2007
TEXTBOOKS COME TO LIFE
Oh boy, it’s been a week. This is going to be a long post, so I’ll separate it into the four cities I went to.
Toledo:
I started off the week with my program in Toledo, which is this old, small city, mounted up on this mountain sort of thing, surrounded by a river…it’s really old, charming, and made up of a labyrinth of winding and extremely narrow streets, surrounded by tall buildings on either side, but really cute, full of nice people and abundant in old architecture and history. Toledo used to be the capitol of the country, wayyyy back, and it is famous for being the first city where the three prominent religions—Catholicism, Judaism, and Islam—coexisted peacefully in the past. After just a stroll through the streets you will find an abundance of sword and knife shops, and sweet shops filled with Toledo’s famous marzipan, or mazapan..it’s really good! We were only there for a day and a night, but we got to see the old cathedral of the town, the famous painting by El Greco—El entierro del Conde de Orgaz, some old, Baroque architecture, a monastery where Garcilaso de la Vega is buried, and an old mosque that was first a church but then converted to a mosque, then to a church, and is famous for its not being discovered by authorities back when Jews were being kicked out and Judaism being outlawed.
Madrid:
Next, we headed off to Madrid for a couple of nights, where we got to stay in this really nice hotel in the middle of the upscale part of town, and right in the middle of everything! We were there during the beginning of Carnaval, which is a really popular holiday/festival here in Spain, when people dress up during the days and party all night long, and there were parades and everything while we were there…it’s like Mardi Gras, but bigger and better. So anyway, we walked around a lot, got to see Palacio Real, which is the official residence of the king and queen of Spain, even though they don’t actually live there except for special occasions, and oh my gosh, I cannot put into words how beautiful the palace was and how much I fell in love with it. Every room we went into has sooo much detail, so much worth and beauty...every room is just filled with incredible furniture, and you get so caught up in the walls and furniture and decoration that you almost forget to look up, but you can’t forget! The ceilings are sometimes the most meticulously-decorated part of the room!!!
Ok I wrote some stuff down about my favorite rooms while we were there so I wouldn’t forget…my favorite room is called Sala Gasparini. It was used by the kings as the dressing room way back in good ‘ol Ferdinand and Carlos III and IV’s time, but now it’s used as a coffee room for after big events. Anyway, as we weren’t allowed to take pictures at all, you just have to use your wildest imagination to piece this together (if you want…I’m just writing it so I don’t forget it…):
All of the ceiling and walls are covered in stucco designs and patterns, and there is an oriental flare to the room, with stucco vines and flowers and trees and people from the orient all over in beautiful colors. The floor is made of marble, and the marble has a design and colors that correspond to the designs on the walls; the huge chandelier in the middle of the room, which they refer to as aranas (spiders, literally), is the biggest chandelier in the whole palace, and of course the furniture is just immaculate with beautiful hand-woven fabric…it sounds like all the detail and design would just be too much for a single room, but no, it’s amazing. I was just awestruck when we came into that room and didn’t want to leave.
Aside from that room, we saw tons of others: the throne room, the smoking room, the reading room, the “porcelain room,” the “yellow room” (it’s just decorated with this incredible yellow silk or some sort of fabric all over the curtains and floor and walls, etc. Really pretty, but come on, a “yellow room”…what’s the point? Go there when you’re feeling blue so it balances you out?! And for some strange reason and protocol from back in time of Carlos III and Carlos IV, the king and queen are not allowed to sit in the thrones in the throne room. The only stand in front of them to accept gifts or visitors, but never sit. I asked our tour guide why, but she didn’t know…weird. Man, if I were a security guard there, I’d go sneak in and sit in the thrones…
What I don’t get, is why there are rooms for such specific things?!?! I mean, if you want to smoke, why don’t you just take a step outside, or if you want to read, why can’t you read in the ‘chatting room’ or your bedroom? Crazy. Oh well, it makes for pretty rooms.
Ok. We also went to the Prado, the famous art museum with tons of famous paintings. We had a tour again, which was cool because people like me who don’t know much about art learned a lot about the artists and the stories behind the paintings, but at the same time it would’ve been cool to just have time to wander around and see more of the museum. I saw a few paintings that I had read/learned about in some of my Spanish classes, so it was really cool to see the real thing right there before my eyes, but 20 times bigger and more amazing than in a book.
Then we went to the big park, El Parque de Buen Retiro, which was where the king/queen would retreat to to relax, and be sort of removed from the center of the city, back in the times when they actually lived at Palacio Real. The park is amazing. It’s huge, has wide and long paths for running, has open fields, a pond, a mini-lake where you can rent a paddle boat, and tons of other stuff to do. I really liked Madrid…hope to go back and see more of it…
Segovia:
We then had a day trip out to Segovia, near Madrid, which is famous for the aqueduct there that´s been there since...well, ages ago. It brought water from across the city, distributed it different places, and ended in the castle where the king and queen lived. Segovia´s pretty small, but it´s really cute, and obviously has lots of history. We went and saw the big cathedral there, which was HUGE, and then we went to the old castle where the king and queen used to live, which actually served as the inspiration for the Walt Disney castle...crazy! it looks pretty similar...the castle is really pretty on the outside, and from the tower where we went (which meant climbing an insanely spirally and steep staircase to get there...) there are great view of the entire city and thereabouts, and it was so cool because I actually felt like I was in the “olden” days because you see all these small paths leading up to and away from the castle, little villages in the distance, and just wide, open spaces...I felt like Rapunzel kind of...?minus the long hair...and boy. Haha.
Anyway, then we got a tour of the castle, got to see the thrones, the ´armor´ room where they keep all the old armor, which, after Palacio Real in Madrid, was nothing, but still cool, etc. The castle actually caught on fire and ruined a good portion of the old, beautiful roofs and ceilings, paintings and walls, but they’ve done a pretty good job restoring it to look like the original version. Oh. And go in the spring or summer. It was freezing. The castle is made out of stone, obviously, which keeps in the cold, instead of keeping the cold out, and it feels like you’re trapped in an icebox. Luckily they’ve installed windows instead of leaving the window spaces open like in the centuries past, otherwise I’d still be frozen there. Segovia´s a really cute city. Go.
Portugal:
From Madrid, my friend Austen and I and her mom headed off to Lisbon for a few days, and I loved it! The Portuguese people were all so nice to us and helpful, friendly, funny, etc. The main thing that was really weird for me was that I would begin speaking in Spanish to whoever I talked to, but apparently the Portuguese (generally speaking, based off of what we encountered) don’t speak Spanish. They don’t like it. Rumor has it that the Portuguese view the Spaniards as these big-time conquistadores who are all really proud, etc., so the portuguese hold a grudge against them, and therefore for the most part don’t speak Spanish. I never would’ve guessed...anyway, so Lisbon is this really old town, which you can tell by first glance there, and it´s also pretty clear that the Portuguese economy is not treating them so well, either. Most of the old buildings are run-down and in need of major repair but no one can really afford said repairs to the buildings just continue to be rundown and ram-shackled and old. However, this is not describing the whole city...just...most parts of it. We went to another side of the city one day to see the oceanarium, which is basically just a huge aquarium with tons of fish, sharks, stingrays, penguins, sea otters, etc....stuff you would find in the ocean. duh. And that part of town was really nice. It was also the more metropolitan side of town, so I guess that explains it, but still.
One day we decided to go out to a place called Sintra, which is kind of like a suburb of Lisboa, about a 45 minute train ride away, and wow, loved it. It’s a really historically-important city, because it was where the king and queen of Portugal had there summer palace, and where there are other Moorish castles and another palace, etc. We caught a bus to go up to the big palace, and the whole way up the mountain, we were going back and forth on switchbacks on this tiny road in this huge bus, but all around us were lush green forests, a stone wall covered in moss and vines lining the road, and holy cow, I felt like I was in a fairytale….with cars…without my prince charming and horse-drawn carriage. It was just lovely! So we arrive a bit later at this castle, I believe it was called Palacio de la Pena, and out there everything was soo green! I guess I’m not surrounded with enough trees and green things in Granada that I was just caught off guard…in a good way. The palace was, of course, amazing. It has great views looking out all over Lisbon and Sintra and the surrounding areas, and it’s decorated with lots of colors on the outside, and the inside is also awesome, too. Then we went to the Moorish castle down the road…totally different…basically stone walls constructed, not really roofs or anything, but all the stones were growing moss and it was all so cute!
For superbowl Sunday, we really wanted to watch the game, but we couldn’t find a place that was showing it, so we were on our way back to our hostel when we stumbled across a friend of ours outside the Hard Rock Café, and it turned out they were showing it that night, so of course we had to go. Let’s just say, lots and lots of Americans, a few big tv screens, and lots of beer later, the upstairs part of the Hard Rock was crazy. Right next to us, there was a huge table of ½ Americans, ½ Portuguese guys, who turned out to be players for the various Portuguese national basketball teams. We started up a conversation with one of them, he was really nice, from Colorado or California, and ended up ‘knowing’ one of the girls I was with…I only say ‘knowing’ that way, because he only recognized her from facebook, but they had never personally met…crazy. And a crazy game.
Our last day in Lisbon, we went to Belém, which is just the name of a section of the big city, it’s really old and cute, but we got there around 6 in the evening so it was already getting dark and we had to be back to go to dinner in a bit, so we wandered for a bit, and came across this bakery that, for some reason or another, had these two huge lines of people going out the doors and we were like, whattttt?? So I went inside to check it out, expecting something out of the ordinary to explain the lines, but no. just a restaurant/bakery that apparently is super popular, and it might have to do that it was a holiday/carnival/fat Tuesday(?)…but I noticed that every single table had these little pie things, and everyone walking out of the place was eating them, so we were like, we might as well get in line and check it out…luckily! Turns out those little pie things are the most amazing egg cream pies ever, served steaming hot, right out of the oven, and they just dissolve in your mouth.
For our last night there we went to a Fado performance. Fado is a type of song/music, that is native to Portugal, but especially in Lisbon. No one knows for sure when it was born, but apparently the Portuguese used to sing Fado out in the streets, and it has evolved into basically the national type of music/song of Portugal. The word ‘fado’ comes from the latin word ‘factum’ I believe, or whatever latin word means fate or destiny, so essentially the singers/guitarists are singing and playing about their destiny. Most of the songs were pretty melancholic, though there were a few songs that seemed happy…our waiter said that destiny used to be viewed as something sad/melancholic, hence the type of song. So anyway, how it worked was this: we go to this hole-in-the-wall type place, that turned out to be a really high-rolling place, really fancy inside, and you order your food, and then around 9:30 or 10 the guitarists come out, followed by a singer, sit in the middle of the restaurant, sing/play a set of about 3-4 songs, during which the lights are dimmed and the restaurant turns silent except for the music, and then the musicians leave for about 10-15 minutes until the next set. It was really cool…even though I didn’t really know what they were saying in the songs…
FEBRUARY 7, 2007
TEXTBOOKS COME TO LIFE
Oh boy, it’s been a week. This is going to be a long post, so I’ll separate it into the four cities I went to.
Toledo:
I started off the week with my program in Toledo, which is this old, small city, mounted up on this mountain sort of thing, surrounded by a river…it’s really old, charming, and made up of a labyrinth of winding and extremely narrow streets, surrounded by tall buildings on either side, but really cute, full of nice people and abundant in old architecture and history. Toledo used to be the capitol of the country, wayyyy back, and it is famous for being the first city where the three prominent religions—Catholicism, Judaism, and Islam—coexisted peacefully in the past. After just a stroll through the streets you will find an abundance of sword and knife shops, and sweet shops filled with Toledo’s famous marzipan, or mazapan..it’s really good! We were only there for a day and a night, but we got to see the old cathedral of the town, the famous painting by El Greco—El entierro del Conde de Orgaz, some old, Baroque architecture, a monastery where Garcilaso de la Vega is buried, and an old mosque that was first a church but then converted to a mosque, then to a church, and is famous for its not being discovered by authorities back when Jews were being kicked out and Judaism being outlawed.
Madrid:
Next, we headed off to Madrid for a couple of nights, where we got to stay in this really nice hotel in the middle of the upscale part of town, and right in the middle of everything! We were there during the beginning of Carnaval, which is a really popular holiday/festival here in Spain, when people dress up during the days and party all night long, and there were parades and everything while we were there…it’s like Mardi Gras, but bigger and better. So anyway, we walked around a lot, got to see Palacio Real, which is the official residence of the king and queen of Spain, even though they don’t actually live there except for special occasions, and oh my gosh, I cannot put into words how beautiful the palace was and how much I fell in love with it. Every room we went into has sooo much detail, so much worth and beauty...every room is just filled with incredible furniture, and you get so caught up in the walls and furniture and decoration that you almost forget to look up, but you can’t forget! The ceilings are sometimes the most meticulously-decorated part of the room!!!
Ok I wrote some stuff down about my favorite rooms while we were there so I wouldn’t forget…my favorite room is called Sala Gasparini. It was used by the kings as the dressing room way back in good ‘ol Ferdinand and Carlos III and IV’s time, but now it’s used as a coffee room for after big events. Anyway, as we weren’t allowed to take pictures at all, you just have to use your wildest imagination to piece this together (if you want…I’m just writing it so I don’t forget it…):
All of the ceiling and walls are covered in stucco designs and patterns, and there is an oriental flare to the room, with stucco vines and flowers and trees and people from the orient all over in beautiful colors. The floor is made of marble, and the marble has a design and colors that correspond to the designs on the walls; the huge chandelier in the middle of the room, which they refer to as aranas (spiders, literally), is the biggest chandelier in the whole palace, and of course the furniture is just immaculate with beautiful hand-woven fabric…it sounds like all the detail and design would just be too much for a single room, but no, it’s amazing. I was just awestruck when we came into that room and didn’t want to leave.
Aside from that room, we saw tons of others: the throne room, the smoking room, the reading room, the “porcelain room,” the “yellow room” (it’s just decorated with this incredible yellow silk or some sort of fabric all over the curtains and floor and walls, etc. Really pretty, but come on, a “yellow room”…what’s the point? Go there when you’re feeling blue so it balances you out?! And for some strange reason and protocol from back in time of Carlos III and Carlos IV, the king and queen are not allowed to sit in the thrones in the throne room. The only stand in front of them to accept gifts or visitors, but never sit. I asked our tour guide why, but she didn’t know…weird. Man, if I were a security guard there, I’d go sneak in and sit in the thrones…
What I don’t get, is why there are rooms for such specific things?!?! I mean, if you want to smoke, why don’t you just take a step outside, or if you want to read, why can’t you read in the ‘chatting room’ or your bedroom? Crazy. Oh well, it makes for pretty rooms.
Ok. We also went to the Prado, the famous art museum with tons of famous paintings. We had a tour again, which was cool because people like me who don’t know much about art learned a lot about the artists and the stories behind the paintings, but at the same time it would’ve been cool to just have time to wander around and see more of the museum. I saw a few paintings that I had read/learned about in some of my Spanish classes, so it was really cool to see the real thing right there before my eyes, but 20 times bigger and more amazing than in a book.
Then we went to the big park, El Parque de Buen Retiro, which was where the king/queen would retreat to to relax, and be sort of removed from the center of the city, back in the times when they actually lived at Palacio Real. The park is amazing. It’s huge, has wide and long paths for running, has open fields, a pond, a mini-lake where you can rent a paddle boat, and tons of other stuff to do. I really liked Madrid…hope to go back and see more of it…
Segovia:
We then had a day trip out to Segovia, near Madrid, which is famous for the aqueduct there that´s been there since...well, ages ago. It brought water from across the city, distributed it different places, and ended in the castle where the king and queen lived. Segovia´s pretty small, but it´s really cute, and obviously has lots of history. We went and saw the big cathedral there, which was HUGE, and then we went to the old castle where the king and queen used to live, which actually served as the inspiration for the Walt Disney castle...crazy! it looks pretty similar...the castle is really pretty on the outside, and from the tower where we went (which meant climbing an insanely spirally and steep staircase to get there...) there are great view of the entire city and thereabouts, and it was so cool because I actually felt like I was in the “olden” days because you see all these small paths leading up to and away from the castle, little villages in the distance, and just wide, open spaces...I felt like Rapunzel kind of...?minus the long hair...and boy. Haha.
Anyway, then we got a tour of the castle, got to see the thrones, the ´armor´ room where they keep all the old armor, which, after Palacio Real in Madrid, was nothing, but still cool, etc. The castle actually caught on fire and ruined a good portion of the old, beautiful roofs and ceilings, paintings and walls, but they’ve done a pretty good job restoring it to look like the original version. Oh. And go in the spring or summer. It was freezing. The castle is made out of stone, obviously, which keeps in the cold, instead of keeping the cold out, and it feels like you’re trapped in an icebox. Luckily they’ve installed windows instead of leaving the window spaces open like in the centuries past, otherwise I’d still be frozen there. Segovia´s a really cute city. Go.
Portugal:
From Madrid, my friend Austen and I and her mom headed off to Lisbon for a few days, and I loved it! The Portuguese people were all so nice to us and helpful, friendly, funny, etc. The main thing that was really weird for me was that I would begin speaking in Spanish to whoever I talked to, but apparently the Portuguese (generally speaking, based off of what we encountered) don’t speak Spanish. They don’t like it. Rumor has it that the Portuguese view the Spaniards as these big-time conquistadores who are all really proud, etc., so the portuguese hold a grudge against them, and therefore for the most part don’t speak Spanish. I never would’ve guessed...anyway, so Lisbon is this really old town, which you can tell by first glance there, and it´s also pretty clear that the Portuguese economy is not treating them so well, either. Most of the old buildings are run-down and in need of major repair but no one can really afford said repairs to the buildings just continue to be rundown and ram-shackled and old. However, this is not describing the whole city...just...most parts of it. We went to another side of the city one day to see the oceanarium, which is basically just a huge aquarium with tons of fish, sharks, stingrays, penguins, sea otters, etc....stuff you would find in the ocean. duh. And that part of town was really nice. It was also the more metropolitan side of town, so I guess that explains it, but still.
One day we decided to go out to a place called Sintra, which is kind of like a suburb of Lisboa, about a 45 minute train ride away, and wow, loved it. It’s a really historically-important city, because it was where the king and queen of Portugal had there summer palace, and where there are other Moorish castles and another palace, etc. We caught a bus to go up to the big palace, and the whole way up the mountain, we were going back and forth on switchbacks on this tiny road in this huge bus, but all around us were lush green forests, a stone wall covered in moss and vines lining the road, and holy cow, I felt like I was in a fairytale….with cars…without my prince charming and horse-drawn carriage. It was just lovely! So we arrive a bit later at this castle, I believe it was called Palacio de la Pena, and out there everything was soo green! I guess I’m not surrounded with enough trees and green things in Granada that I was just caught off guard…in a good way. The palace was, of course, amazing. It has great views looking out all over Lisbon and Sintra and the surrounding areas, and it’s decorated with lots of colors on the outside, and the inside is also awesome, too. Then we went to the Moorish castle down the road…totally different…basically stone walls constructed, not really roofs or anything, but all the stones were growing moss and it was all so cute!
For superbowl Sunday, we really wanted to watch the game, but we couldn’t find a place that was showing it, so we were on our way back to our hostel when we stumbled across a friend of ours outside the Hard Rock Café, and it turned out they were showing it that night, so of course we had to go. Let’s just say, lots and lots of Americans, a few big tv screens, and lots of beer later, the upstairs part of the Hard Rock was crazy. Right next to us, there was a huge table of ½ Americans, ½ Portuguese guys, who turned out to be players for the various Portuguese national basketball teams. We started up a conversation with one of them, he was really nice, from Colorado or California, and ended up ‘knowing’ one of the girls I was with…I only say ‘knowing’ that way, because he only recognized her from facebook, but they had never personally met…crazy. And a crazy game.
Our last day in Lisbon, we went to Belém, which is just the name of a section of the big city, it’s really old and cute, but we got there around 6 in the evening so it was already getting dark and we had to be back to go to dinner in a bit, so we wandered for a bit, and came across this bakery that, for some reason or another, had these two huge lines of people going out the doors and we were like, whattttt?? So I went inside to check it out, expecting something out of the ordinary to explain the lines, but no. just a restaurant/bakery that apparently is super popular, and it might have to do that it was a holiday/carnival/fat Tuesday(?)…but I noticed that every single table had these little pie things, and everyone walking out of the place was eating them, so we were like, we might as well get in line and check it out…luckily! Turns out those little pie things are the most amazing egg cream pies ever, served steaming hot, right out of the oven, and they just dissolve in your mouth.
For our last night there we went to a Fado performance. Fado is a type of song/music, that is native to Portugal, but especially in Lisbon. No one knows for sure when it was born, but apparently the Portuguese used to sing Fado out in the streets, and it has evolved into basically the national type of music/song of Portugal. The word ‘fado’ comes from the latin word ‘factum’ I believe, or whatever latin word means fate or destiny, so essentially the singers/guitarists are singing and playing about their destiny. Most of the songs were pretty melancholic, though there were a few songs that seemed happy…our waiter said that destiny used to be viewed as something sad/melancholic, hence the type of song. So anyway, how it worked was this: we go to this hole-in-the-wall type place, that turned out to be a really high-rolling place, really fancy inside, and you order your food, and then around 9:30 or 10 the guitarists come out, followed by a singer, sit in the middle of the restaurant, sing/play a set of about 3-4 songs, during which the lights are dimmed and the restaurant turns silent except for the music, and then the musicians leave for about 10-15 minutes until the next set. It was really cool…even though I didn’t really know what they were saying in the songs…
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