I almost don't have the heart to write this blog...or maybe I just don't have energy as I wind down from the stress of test taking, packing, and a long adventure overseas.
I know everybody is going to ask me the same question: Did it feel like it went by fast?
That's not really an easy question to answer. Yes and no. Each day felt slow, and looking back on when I got here, it feels like I've been here forever. Much longer than 30 days. But at the same time, it doesn't feel like it should be time to leave yet.
I think one of the main things this study abroad program has shown me is the power of immersion. I am confident that I have grown in many ways by participating in this, whether it be through my Spanish-speaking skills, adaptation abilities, or interest in other cultures. In just a month, I have adapted to a previously practically unknown culture, and (I should hope) successfully lived and learned in it. 1 month might not sound like a lot of time, but each day has been packed full of adventures and learning.
Throughout this month, I have also made close friendships, ones that I hope will be long-lasting. After spending almost all day, everyday with these people, it's actually going to be very hard to not talk to them, shop, or hang out with them in person. Although one of the best parts of this study abroad experience was that I was able to meet students from all over the US, it's a little frustrating now that we have to go our separate ways, back to our own areas in America.
Today our program had goodbye drinks, where we went to a restaurant, sat at a long table, and just spent one last time with us all together. It was really bittersweet. It showed me how close I have gotten to my fellow students, and reminded me of how many memories we've made together in just 30 days. I feel so blessed to have been able to take part in this wonderful opportunity. I know for a fact that I won't forget this for the rest of my life.
Interesting side note: we found out via a casual remark that two of our directors, Cristina and Fausto, are married, and have been for about ten years. Talk about a mind twister. They've never appeared more than casual work buddies (which I guess is good- workplace professionalism) but I'm still having trouble adjusting to this new-found information. Just so you all know.
Anyway, on our way out of the restaurant, everyone started doing that hugging, I'll-message-you-on-Facebook thing. Aka: goodbye.
I'm not good at goodbyes. I don't like them. At all. They're just too gut-wrenching and upsetting. So when I was unsuccessfully trying to run out of the restaurant, trying to avoid everyone's teary-eyed faces but being pulled into hugs and pictures, I happily exclaimed: Hasta luego! See you later.
That doesn't always make it better. I probably won't see a lot of them later. But at least it's delaying the obvious. And it makes me feel better since I don't have to say that G-word.
To escape from the misery, two of my friends and I ended up going for tapas one last time, followed by walking through Calle Mayor. We even went into the Cervantes House, which we never seemed to have time for before now. I was a bit disappointed because I figured it would actually BE Miguel de Cervantes' house. Turns out it was only a replica, but we still had fun. We often stopped to comment on the architecture of the building or of the paintings inside, because we were all in the painting class together and are nerds like that. Nevertheless, it seemed fitting that we spent our last night in Alcala de Henares, birthplace of Miguel de Cervantes, walking through his fake house.
And now...packing. Unfortunately my dad isn't here to stuff all this stuff in my suitcase and magically keep it under 50 pounds, so I have to do my best. It just feels so weird to think that at this time tomorrow, I will be back home, after completing the study abroad program that I had been waiting to do ever since I started learning Spanish. I have seen, done, and visited so much here, that it has been worth all those years of awful grammar classes, AP tests, and essays.
As I reminisce on the past four weeks, I can't help but hope I can come here again someday. There's still so much more to be seen, and I really have fallen in love with Spain. Although in the future I might not have the same friends here, and I definitely won't have the same school experience, I know that this country will never disappoint.
So, hasta luego.
Thursday, June 27, 2013
Wednesday, June 26, 2013
Wrapping Things Up
As weird as it is to say this, my study abroad experience is about to come to an end. I won't stop blogging until I get back to the US, though, so you guys will still have a bit more material to read in your moments of boredom! ;)
Unfortunately, I don't have too much to say right now (yeah, that's a first). But I want to at least say something today (and procrastinate a little bit more).
Starting with a recount of the past few days!
Honestly, there's not much to tell, though. Yesterday, we had yet ANOTHER field trip! Can you believe that? I think that makes...five? In just a few weeks? Anyway, we went to El Museo de Arte Thyssen-Bornemisza. It's another art museum that basically is anything not in Reina Sofia or Museo del Prado. While it was interesting, I would have preferred being able to explore it myself. We were given a tour guide who only showed us 5 paintings! Granted, we were only there an hour. But it took us an hour to get there and go back, so it seemed really rushed.
And then that was pretty much it. I guess some days here have actually become "normal" and rather uneventful. Which is crazy since I'm in SPAIN! I take that as a sign I've adjusted to regular life here haha.
Today we filled out our course evaluations. There were a million and a half of them so they took 45 minutes to fill out! I also turned in my three essays (why didn't any of you take me up on the offer to write them for me?! So disappointed now)! But it's still not time to relax...
Tomorrow--final exams! Hopefully I'll do well! During our study sesh at the cafe today, I couldn't resist grabbing one of them frappelattes- mmmmm. Cause everyone needs a great study drink!
And then I had to take a study break to shop. Because, you know, you have to get up and move or release endorphins or something like that to be able to concentrate more. So, behold my new Universidad de Alcala apparel! Now my student status is so official.
After school tomorrow, we will have a going away party for our program and then a bunch of us are going to explore one last time. I. Will. Not. Cry.
In the meantime, studying takes priority. I've already procrastinated too much this afternoon with shopping and cafes. Now I have to power through!
Wish me luck! :)
Unfortunately, I don't have too much to say right now (yeah, that's a first). But I want to at least say something today (and procrastinate a little bit more).
Starting with a recount of the past few days!
Honestly, there's not much to tell, though. Yesterday, we had yet ANOTHER field trip! Can you believe that? I think that makes...five? In just a few weeks? Anyway, we went to El Museo de Arte Thyssen-Bornemisza. It's another art museum that basically is anything not in Reina Sofia or Museo del Prado. While it was interesting, I would have preferred being able to explore it myself. We were given a tour guide who only showed us 5 paintings! Granted, we were only there an hour. But it took us an hour to get there and go back, so it seemed really rushed.
And then that was pretty much it. I guess some days here have actually become "normal" and rather uneventful. Which is crazy since I'm in SPAIN! I take that as a sign I've adjusted to regular life here haha.
Today we filled out our course evaluations. There were a million and a half of them so they took 45 minutes to fill out! I also turned in my three essays (why didn't any of you take me up on the offer to write them for me?! So disappointed now)! But it's still not time to relax...
Tomorrow--final exams! Hopefully I'll do well! During our study sesh at the cafe today, I couldn't resist grabbing one of them frappelattes- mmmmm. Cause everyone needs a great study drink!
Be jealous.
And then I had to take a study break to shop. Because, you know, you have to get up and move or release endorphins or something like that to be able to concentrate more. So, behold my new Universidad de Alcala apparel! Now my student status is so official.
After school tomorrow, we will have a going away party for our program and then a bunch of us are going to explore one last time. I. Will. Not. Cry.
In the meantime, studying takes priority. I've already procrastinated too much this afternoon with shopping and cafes. Now I have to power through!
Wish me luck! :)
Monday, June 24, 2013
Calle Mayor takes all my money
Imagine this: you're in a foreign country. You live barely a ten minute walk from the biggest shopping area in the city. It's all exotic (in a Spanish way). And you have afternoons free to do whatever you want.
What do you do?
If you answered anything other than "go shopping!" then you're wrong.
I mean, all things considered, I'm surprised I'm not broke yet. Though I have to give myself credit for restraining myself a few times. I just keep justifying my shopping sprees as the following:
1) They're presents for other people! (Not really, so don't get your hopes up, peeps.)
2) I never do this in America, so it's okay for me to do it here!
3) I work three jobs at school and one at home! I've been working my butt off for this spending money!
4) I really need this!
5) It's food- necessary for survival!
6) It's SO cheap!
I think there's more on the list, but those are the basics. Nevertheless, I am enjoying fitting the stereotype of rich American tourist.
Today I stopped by one of my favorite stores to pick up a present (YES FOR ONE OF YOU! I think. Depending on if that person in question is reading this.) Anyway, I've been in there many times because it has the best souvenirs and I am actually...dare I say it? Friends with the owner. He's a really old man named Vicente, or Vincent, since he likes to learn the English versions of names and objects. The store is right in the middle of the street, but it's very small so I think many people pass by it without noticing it. It's even smaller than my dorm room at school, and even if you guys haven't seen that, I'm pretty sure you can guestimate how small a dorm room is.
Vicente loves The Beatles, so he's always been blasting them throughout the store whenever I've gone in. He's such a talkative man, and knows me as the girl from Colorado (because he always reminds me that it means color rojo- the color red, in Spanish). I always find something I want to buy, and as I'm getting ready to purchase it and leave, he ends up somehow keeping a conversation going for twenty more minutes. He asks questions about the United States, and tells me about the strange people who come into his store. Today he told me I speak great Spanish, so I was once again reminded that I am not hopeless with the language.
Though that's my favorite store on the street, my friends and I often sit outside in the street for tapas and then go for gelato or froyo afterwards. It could just be because we're American, or maybe because we visit these places multiple times a week, but the workers all recognize us. I don't have friendships with them like I do Vicente, but at least they know our orders!
Right at the end of Calle Mayor is the giant Cathedral I mentioned a few posts ago. I usually stop in after shopping (to pray for forgiveness for my greed--hahahaha just kidding), mostly because I can never get enough of it. Each time I walk in, I see something new I hadn't noticed before, and it feels awesome to be in such a huge, historic place. Plus, the remains of two saints are there, so it feels extra special. Well, a few days ago, I realized I had become a regular.
See, there's this tour guide who guards the entrance to the church and he stops everyone who tries to enter. If you're there to visit, you can only stand in a certain area and look at the church from the door, unless you want to pay to look at it yourself or pay for a tour. For the first few days, this man would stop me each time, and I'd have to explain I was there to pray, or else he wouldn't let me pass. Only a few days ago did I realize that he no longer stops me, but recognizes me and nods me on through. I know this is a minor detail, but it really made me feel like I'm at home here!
So, yes, today was a productive day of shopping, eating, and church-going. I even busted out two essays! So if any of you were going to take me up on my previous offer, only the painter essay still needs a writer. Contact me for details.
It's weird to think we're already finishing up school. I really love it there, believe it or not. Sometimes it's just fun to stop and think that I'm in a completely Spanish situation. I no longer have to concentrate on what my professors are saying- it just comes naturally to me, and it's now weird when they speak English. And though my friends and I often just speak English or Spanglish, it's not uncommon just to switch to Spanish in the middle of a sentence, or yell Spanish greetings down the hallways. I mean, how awesome is that?!
Speaking of friends, I recently found out something cool about one of my friends here. I always knew she was from England, and I've been hanging out with her from the start of the program. Unfortunately it took me too long to ask if she knows any celebrities (a common question on my part) because...she does. Daniel Radcliffe, anybody? HARRY POTTER?!?!? Yeah, no joke here. They're pretty much buddies. This girl, Ayo, is so sweet and obviously very rich (she splits her time between Nigeria, Washington D.C., and England) and it turns out she lives in the same apartment complex-neighborhood thingy! She downplays it a lot, but when I asked her about how she knows him, she said they see each other out a lot and she's "taken a few pictures with him" and "he goes over to her friends' house a lot," etc. Six degrees of separation. I am *THIS* close to meeting him. Plus, she invited me to come stay with her at some point. This is happening, people.
Also, in the news today: one of my friends got mugged. He came to school with a black and bloodied eye, so of course it was the talk of the school. I asked him about it and apparently it started at a bar. He was chilling with two Spaniards, just chatting and being friendly. He said they were talking for about 3 or 4 hours, and then he thought it would be a good idea to leave with them. They were walking around a bit and ended up in a parking lot. He said the next thing he knew, he was lying on the ground after being punched in the eye, and they were driving off with his wallet. At 5am. And he had just withdrew 100 euro from an ATM. As bad as I feel for him, he was being a bit stupid. And he admits that. He wasn't very upset about the situation; he just said "It was a very expensive lesson."
Lessons learned: Don't go to a bar by yourself. Don't trust strangers. Don't leave with them.
I think I knew all those already, but maybe that's just me.
Oh, by the way, I checked the views on this blog of mine, and I've gotten 562 views since I started writing this. That's crazy! At least, I assume it is. I don't really know how statistics should look on blogs. And I don't know how that happened, but thanks for reading! And coming back. Or whatever it is you guys do. Because I just write.
P.S. In case you need a middle of the day pick-me-up, or just want to listen to an awesome song, here's my study music! Actually, it just came on and reminded me that I love it. Never gets old! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7EJNR-0N0vo
What do you do?
If you answered anything other than "go shopping!" then you're wrong.
I mean, all things considered, I'm surprised I'm not broke yet. Though I have to give myself credit for restraining myself a few times. I just keep justifying my shopping sprees as the following:
1) They're presents for other people! (Not really, so don't get your hopes up, peeps.)
2) I never do this in America, so it's okay for me to do it here!
3) I work three jobs at school and one at home! I've been working my butt off for this spending money!
4) I really need this!
5) It's food- necessary for survival!
6) It's SO cheap!
I think there's more on the list, but those are the basics. Nevertheless, I am enjoying fitting the stereotype of rich American tourist.
Today I stopped by one of my favorite stores to pick up a present (YES FOR ONE OF YOU! I think. Depending on if that person in question is reading this.) Anyway, I've been in there many times because it has the best souvenirs and I am actually...dare I say it? Friends with the owner. He's a really old man named Vicente, or Vincent, since he likes to learn the English versions of names and objects. The store is right in the middle of the street, but it's very small so I think many people pass by it without noticing it. It's even smaller than my dorm room at school, and even if you guys haven't seen that, I'm pretty sure you can guestimate how small a dorm room is.
Vicente loves The Beatles, so he's always been blasting them throughout the store whenever I've gone in. He's such a talkative man, and knows me as the girl from Colorado (because he always reminds me that it means color rojo- the color red, in Spanish). I always find something I want to buy, and as I'm getting ready to purchase it and leave, he ends up somehow keeping a conversation going for twenty more minutes. He asks questions about the United States, and tells me about the strange people who come into his store. Today he told me I speak great Spanish, so I was once again reminded that I am not hopeless with the language.
Though that's my favorite store on the street, my friends and I often sit outside in the street for tapas and then go for gelato or froyo afterwards. It could just be because we're American, or maybe because we visit these places multiple times a week, but the workers all recognize us. I don't have friendships with them like I do Vicente, but at least they know our orders!
Right at the end of Calle Mayor is the giant Cathedral I mentioned a few posts ago. I usually stop in after shopping (to pray for forgiveness for my greed--hahahaha just kidding), mostly because I can never get enough of it. Each time I walk in, I see something new I hadn't noticed before, and it feels awesome to be in such a huge, historic place. Plus, the remains of two saints are there, so it feels extra special. Well, a few days ago, I realized I had become a regular.
See, there's this tour guide who guards the entrance to the church and he stops everyone who tries to enter. If you're there to visit, you can only stand in a certain area and look at the church from the door, unless you want to pay to look at it yourself or pay for a tour. For the first few days, this man would stop me each time, and I'd have to explain I was there to pray, or else he wouldn't let me pass. Only a few days ago did I realize that he no longer stops me, but recognizes me and nods me on through. I know this is a minor detail, but it really made me feel like I'm at home here!
So, yes, today was a productive day of shopping, eating, and church-going. I even busted out two essays! So if any of you were going to take me up on my previous offer, only the painter essay still needs a writer. Contact me for details.
It's weird to think we're already finishing up school. I really love it there, believe it or not. Sometimes it's just fun to stop and think that I'm in a completely Spanish situation. I no longer have to concentrate on what my professors are saying- it just comes naturally to me, and it's now weird when they speak English. And though my friends and I often just speak English or Spanglish, it's not uncommon just to switch to Spanish in the middle of a sentence, or yell Spanish greetings down the hallways. I mean, how awesome is that?!
Speaking of friends, I recently found out something cool about one of my friends here. I always knew she was from England, and I've been hanging out with her from the start of the program. Unfortunately it took me too long to ask if she knows any celebrities (a common question on my part) because...she does. Daniel Radcliffe, anybody? HARRY POTTER?!?!? Yeah, no joke here. They're pretty much buddies. This girl, Ayo, is so sweet and obviously very rich (she splits her time between Nigeria, Washington D.C., and England) and it turns out she lives in the same apartment complex-neighborhood thingy! She downplays it a lot, but when I asked her about how she knows him, she said they see each other out a lot and she's "taken a few pictures with him" and "he goes over to her friends' house a lot," etc. Six degrees of separation. I am *THIS* close to meeting him. Plus, she invited me to come stay with her at some point. This is happening, people.
Also, in the news today: one of my friends got mugged. He came to school with a black and bloodied eye, so of course it was the talk of the school. I asked him about it and apparently it started at a bar. He was chilling with two Spaniards, just chatting and being friendly. He said they were talking for about 3 or 4 hours, and then he thought it would be a good idea to leave with them. They were walking around a bit and ended up in a parking lot. He said the next thing he knew, he was lying on the ground after being punched in the eye, and they were driving off with his wallet. At 5am. And he had just withdrew 100 euro from an ATM. As bad as I feel for him, he was being a bit stupid. And he admits that. He wasn't very upset about the situation; he just said "It was a very expensive lesson."
Lessons learned: Don't go to a bar by yourself. Don't trust strangers. Don't leave with them.
I think I knew all those already, but maybe that's just me.
Oh, by the way, I checked the views on this blog of mine, and I've gotten 562 views since I started writing this. That's crazy! At least, I assume it is. I don't really know how statistics should look on blogs. And I don't know how that happened, but thanks for reading! And coming back. Or whatever it is you guys do. Because I just write.
P.S. In case you need a middle of the day pick-me-up, or just want to listen to an awesome song, here's my study music! Actually, it just came on and reminded me that I love it. Never gets old! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7EJNR-0N0vo
Sunday, June 23, 2013
El Escorial, Valle de los Caidos, and Toledo- oh my!
Good morning!
It’s currently 9:45 here on this beautiful Sunday morning.
Normally I think of any time after 9am as “mid-morning,” but I’ve been once
again reminded that here in Spanish-land, this time is freakishly early.
I slept in as much as I could (body clock strikes again-
8:30 today) and decided to go for a walk so I could get out of the house a
little bit. You know who else is out? Nobody. At all. Except for the few hobos
who sleep in the street. (I think I’m now sitting on the bench-home of one of
them…oops)
I ended up walking to church, since there’s nowhere else to
go and I was planning on mass at 11:30. Turns out I got here even before the
church is unlocked. So…if you ever go to Spain, don’t wake up early.
Today has got to be my homework day. I’ve been
procrastinating a lot of it to travel and sightsee (and spend money). Now I have three essays to write…fun stuff.
But if any of you feel the urge to write about a) Franco’s dictatorship, b) the
world of bullfighting, c) a famous painter, or d) all of the above, let me
know!
So yeah, the past few days, I’ve seen a lot in Spain! Friday
we took a field trip to El Escorial and Valle de los Caidos. El Escorial is the
old palace, which still holds a lot of interesting history. For example, I saw
the bed that King Felipe II died in. So, that’s something. I’m pretty sure his
ghost is roaming around in the castle somewhere. Actually, now that I think
about it, the majority of what we saw were catacombs and graves for dead
people. I really don’t know how many bodies were in that place. Hundreds, I’m
sure. And they were all famous Spanish royalty, too! Other than that, the
palace itself wasn’t too outstanding. We toured with such a big group (four
classes, so around 80 people) and our tour guide was a very nice but short and
quiet old man, so it was near impossible to see him, let alone hear him. And we
didn’t even get to see a lot of the castle. Most of it was closed to visitors,
and the guards kept us on a very tight path. That was disappointing because I’m
sure there were a ton of secret passages that I wanted to find.
Oh, and no pictures allowed inside. Why do most places prohibit
those?! It frustrates me. It’s all so gorgeous and I want to remember it!
Speaking of gorgeous- the cathedral in the palace was
incredible. Again, no pictures. L
I just tried searching on Google for some pictures, but I
guess even professional photographers aren’t allowed to capture the place,
because there were only a few, and even those were probably taken illegally. I
guess you’ll just have to go to these places to see the grandeur!
Basically, it was huge, intricate, and old. And so cool.
Afterwards, we got two hours for lunch. Which was nice, but
the town is as small as my neighborhood, so there wasn’t much to see or do. A
lot of us just ended up sitting in the sun outside of the castle, which ended
up being a bad idea because I felt something on my arm and turned to see a
ginormous black spider crawling up me. I freaked out and hit it a lot and the
next time I looked, I couldn’t find it’s lifeless carcass anywhere. The only
logical assumption was that it fell into the coffee I had just bought. The
coffee that I didn’t end up drinking because it most likely was polluted by a
stupid spider. Since I couldn’t sit there anymore knowing spiders frequented
that area of the castle, we moved to another sitting area where a lizard almost
ended up on my lap. After those two traumatic events, I stood a good distance
away from any foliage as we all waited to move to the next location.
Which wassssss……
Valle de los Caidos! This was another church (yeah, there’s a ton of
them here) which Francisco Franco built (well, had people build) to honor the
casualties from the Spanish Civil War. This was the first church I’ve ever been
to that was UNDERGROUND. I thought that was awesome, even though the church itself
seemed like the chamber of secrets from Harry Potter. Seriously, a bunch of us
started planning ways the basilisk could escape. And it was surrounded by four
massive angel statues, which were a tad bit creepy. Franco obviously didn’t
like happy stuff that much. Speaking of the dictator- he’s actually buried
there! I got to see his grave…woot. I took a moment to realize I was less than
6 feet away from this crappy “celebrity” of sorts.
Also, you got into the church through this ginormous tunnel,
which really reminded me of something from Star Wars. And since the church was
built into a hill, the edge of it was a cliff with an awesome view, so we all
took a good amount of time for pictures and such.
Afterwards, we jumped in our buses and went back to Alcala.
It was in that moment I realized how much I missed public, easily accessible
bathrooms.
After arriving, it was time for tapas, ice cream, and
shopping! Because you can never have enough of any of those.
So that was a fun Friday. Yesterday a group of us went to
Toledo! Not Ohio, for those of you who were planning on making that joke.
Toledo is a popular city in Spain that is full of history (though aren’t they
all?) and is most known for an amazing cathedral, castle, and El Greco, who is a
famous painter you might have heard of.
We got up early to catch the 9am train to Madrid, only to
find out our group of 4 had somehow grown to a group of 10. You know how with
larger groups it becomes more difficult to go places and stay organized? Well,
that definitely happened to us. Some people were running late, so we missed the
first few trains, and didn’t get to Madrid until a half hour after we had
planned. Then, we had to buy our train tickets to Toledo. That’s where things
got really interesting. After trying
every kiosk outside the ticket office (along with about thirty other tourists),
we came to the realization that not a single one was working. You’d think they
would have put a sign on them to notify us before attempting a million times. We’d
go through all the steps, and then find the operation would be cancelled for
whatever reason. Keep in mind that this station is huge and busy, so we were
trying to fight off the other ticket-wanters, keep all our stuff from being
stolen, figure out the machines, try other machines when we were unsuccessful,
and keep everybody together while we tried to decide how to get our tickets.
We finally realized that we had to go into the office for
them. Our first clue should have been the fact that everybody was in there. It
was this tiny, windowless office, stuffed with people. We could barely move.
That phrase “could barely stir them with a stick” was very appropriate in this
situation. We kept trying to fight our way to the desk whenever they became
open, only to realize that we had to pull a number. So I did. Number 768. They
had just called number 710. And there were two people working. So we were all
getting a bit frustrated, as we were hoping to catch the 10:20 train, which was
no longer possible. Then four of the people in our group decided to find a bus
to take to Toledo, so they left to find their own way there. Meanwhile, we
waited.
And waited.
And waited.
We ended up waiting an hour and a half in that tiny office
for them to call our number. By then, the next train we could get on was the
12:20, which meant we had half an hour. We were just about to pay for our
tickets when the undecided group ran up to us, having realized the bus was
actually far away and more of a hassle. I felt a bit bad for the man at the
counter, who then tried to find some seats together on the already crowded
train. I guess everyone wanted to go to Toledo yesterday.
After all that waiting and frustration, we went to
Starbucks. Not some nice little café. A Starbucks. It just seemed like the best
stress-reliever at the moment.
A few hours later, we were finally in Toledo. It was all
laughs and happiness for a few minutes, before we were divided on whether to
walk or take the bus from the train station to the middle of the city. That’s
when we split up, probably because we realized a group of ten people who all
wanted to do different things just didn’t work out. So, some of us walked and
some rode the bus, but we all planned to meet up at the Cathedral. However,
once in the city, a few girls decided they just wanted to sit down and eat
somewhere, even though we had just stepped foot in the city and hadn’t seen
anything. So, the group split again, and we went to meet up with the others at
the cathedral. But then we got lost. And there was nobody around who we could
ask for directions. And it was HOT- as in 100+ degrees. And we didn’t have
water. Sounds like nothing could go right!
But somehow, we found the cathedral and the others, after a
confusing and rough start. However, once there, a few people decided they didn’t
want to pay to get in, so they left to explore on their own. The few of us who
were left went for it, and it turned out the cost of admission also gave you a
headset and audio tour! Plus, you could take pictures in this church!
Thankfully, the audio tour was in English, so I could actually
understand most of it. The cathedral of Toledo is one of the main examples of
Gothic architecture, so it had high ceilings and a lot of intricate design. It
was dedicated to the Blessed Virgin, because there used to be a church there
before, built on a place where a Cardinal saw an apparition. There’s even an
area that includes a stone from the original church.
The audio tour was a bit confusing, because the guide given
to us wasn’t clear on where we should be standing when we listened to a
specific section. So I now know a lot about the church, but I don’t really know
what facts match up with which area. Kinda defeats the purpose, but oh well. We
ended up just walking around. They have this giant gold monstrance which was
over ten feet tall, which everyone wanted to see. It was hard to get a good
picture when I had to reach over everyone’s heads. We also saw some more tombs
and paintings, which, though gorgeous, are starting to become commonplace now.
The most amazing part of the church (in my opinion) was the retable behind the
altar. It stretched to the ceiling and depicted scenes from Mary’s life. On
either side of it were buried a few monarchs.
After the church, we ate at a restaurant nearby. By that
time, we were so hungry that we literally just walked into the first place we
saw. It turned out to be a more expensive place than we thought, and ended up having
a three course meal that lasted two hours. I also didn’t know what anything on
the menu was. Not because it was in Spanish (there were English translations)
but just because none of those words seemed to go with each other and make food
names. It was weird. Somehow I had this rice pasta for my first course and then
I thought I ordered pork for my second, but when it came, it looked really odd.
I was eating it, and thought it tasted okay, until I let one of my friends try
it. She told me it was definitely veal.
Ummm…okay.
It’s not that I have anything AGAINST veal. I had never
tried it before. But something about it has never made me WANT to try it, so I
had a moment of “oh my gosh am I seriously eating veal” that apparently was
pretty funny to watch.
Luckily, I had rich chocolate cake for dessert which I KNOW I
like.
Unfortunately, after lunch, we had to go back out into the
heat. We decided to go visit the museum of El Greco, which was actually his
house that they had converted into a museum. It took us forever to find it, but
I guess we could just have followed the crowd of tourists, since that was
apparently where everyone goes when they visit Toledo. Next door was a whole
other building, which housed his most famous work “El entierro del Conde de Orgaz.” But guess what? You had
to pay 2.50 euro just to see that one painting. Since I don’t really care too
much for Greco’s work, I was perfectly fine with passing over that. The others
agreed and we went to his house, which was free.
We were then forced into a tight line as we shuffled behind
everyone else through the house. It wasn’t that big, so there wasn’t too much
to see. A lot of his paintings were hung up throughout the house, but we
doubted they were actually his since they were not guarded or protected
whatsoever. Plus, some of the exact same works were in the cathedral that we
had seen earlier, and those were behind steel bars. So, we bypassed most of the
art in Greco’s house. How funny would it be if it turned out those were the
real ones?
We did a little bit of shopping afterwards, but everything
there was so expensive, and we had to get back to catch our train. Once we were
on the train, we all instantly fell asleep. I guess the long day really took a
toll on us!
So now, only 5 days left. Ahhhhh I shouldn’t even say that.
I don’t want to think about leaving yet. There’s still more adventures to be
had!
And here's some pictures! Most of these are stolen from Google.
At Valle de los Caidos- temple of Loreto!
Entrance- long hallway (the lights were out when we were in there)
The dome
At El Escorial- this is one of the collection of caskets (aka group of dead people)
Another view of Valle de los Caidos
El Escorial- these are only a FEW of the caskets of past kings/queens
El Escorial from the air (obviously I did not take this one)
Opposite side of Valle de los Caidos- that's the tunnel entrance in the back, and at the bottom of the picture you can see Franco's grave. Unfortunately, you can't see the creepy angels. And this picture kinda makes the place look nice and friendly. In reality, it was one of the most eerie churches I've been in.
Cathedral in Toledo
Toledo Cathedral
Altar in Cathedral
Thursday, June 20, 2013
Just Another Day in Paradise
As of today, I have officially completed 75% of my Spanish schooling! That sounds so weird to say, mostly because it's been flying by. And I'm definitely NOT counting down to when I have to return. Alcala now really feels like home, and I'm already wondering how hard it will be to leave! But, unfortunately, plans have to be made to get to the airport next week, and we've already started wrapping up our courses; both of which remind me that 7 days from now I will be back in Colorado. Crazyyyyyy.
In the meantime, I'm still learning so much about Spain. For example, "pechuga de pollo" means "chicken breast." My Spanish host mom made it for lunch the other day, and unfortunately I had no idea what "pechuga" meant. What ensued was a pretty awkward situation in which she had to explain to me that it meant breasts.
Also, there are soccer fields everywhere. I mean, I always knew Spaniards love their soccer. But now I know they REALLY love it. Instead of playgrounds and basketball courts, they have soccer fields outside of their schools. Because why not.
What's really annoying is that my internal body compass is always wrong. I usually pride myself on having a general sense of direction and knowledge of which way I'm facing. But here, I'm always so turned around! It drives me nuts. Because we'll be following a map that tells us to go North, but we'll end up having to walk in the complete opposite direction that I thought it was. So yeah, can't wait to get back to Colorado where the mountains always tell me where West is.
In other news, school today was mostly normal, which means awesome since, you know, it's Spain. And we had another field trip today! My art class went down to Madrid to visit el Museo de Sorolla, which is the artist Joaquin Sorolla's old house that has been converted into a museum that displays his works. It was all really interesting to see, but it wasn't my favorite style, though most of the other students claimed it was the best we'd seen so far. I guess we just have really different opinions... I like art with a lot of detail and meaning, like at the Museo del Prado yesterday. Sorolla's style is notable for visible, rapid brush strokes and a combination of random colors, which is pretty much the opposite. And almost all of his paintings were variations of the ocean, often with similar women walking in front of it. Nevertheless, he is an awesome painter and I'm glad we saw the museum!
I guess this is field trip week because I'm going on ANOTHER one tomorrow! A few classes are combining to take a trip up to El Escorial, which is north of Madrid. You should look it up! Wikipedia has a great article on it, so I've included the link here:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/El_Escorial
It sounds like it's basically a famous palace equipped with a monastery, basilica, and remains of past kings (dead people-awesome). We're also going to head over to the Valley of the Fallen, which apparently is a monument built to honor the fallen of the Spanish Civil War. I heard Franco is also buried there, which is pretty interesting, I think.
In between all of the fun, I've got to find a bit of time to write 3 papers and prepare a presentation before Monday. Sometimes I forget there's a school/work component here! :)
In the meantime, I'm still learning so much about Spain. For example, "pechuga de pollo" means "chicken breast." My Spanish host mom made it for lunch the other day, and unfortunately I had no idea what "pechuga" meant. What ensued was a pretty awkward situation in which she had to explain to me that it meant breasts.
Also, there are soccer fields everywhere. I mean, I always knew Spaniards love their soccer. But now I know they REALLY love it. Instead of playgrounds and basketball courts, they have soccer fields outside of their schools. Because why not.
What's really annoying is that my internal body compass is always wrong. I usually pride myself on having a general sense of direction and knowledge of which way I'm facing. But here, I'm always so turned around! It drives me nuts. Because we'll be following a map that tells us to go North, but we'll end up having to walk in the complete opposite direction that I thought it was. So yeah, can't wait to get back to Colorado where the mountains always tell me where West is.
In other news, school today was mostly normal, which means awesome since, you know, it's Spain. And we had another field trip today! My art class went down to Madrid to visit el Museo de Sorolla, which is the artist Joaquin Sorolla's old house that has been converted into a museum that displays his works. It was all really interesting to see, but it wasn't my favorite style, though most of the other students claimed it was the best we'd seen so far. I guess we just have really different opinions... I like art with a lot of detail and meaning, like at the Museo del Prado yesterday. Sorolla's style is notable for visible, rapid brush strokes and a combination of random colors, which is pretty much the opposite. And almost all of his paintings were variations of the ocean, often with similar women walking in front of it. Nevertheless, he is an awesome painter and I'm glad we saw the museum!
I guess this is field trip week because I'm going on ANOTHER one tomorrow! A few classes are combining to take a trip up to El Escorial, which is north of Madrid. You should look it up! Wikipedia has a great article on it, so I've included the link here:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/El_Escorial
It sounds like it's basically a famous palace equipped with a monastery, basilica, and remains of past kings (dead people-awesome). We're also going to head over to the Valley of the Fallen, which apparently is a monument built to honor the fallen of the Spanish Civil War. I heard Franco is also buried there, which is pretty interesting, I think.
In between all of the fun, I've got to find a bit of time to write 3 papers and prepare a presentation before Monday. Sometimes I forget there's a school/work component here! :)
Wednesday, June 19, 2013
Time to catch up on blogging...
I'm starting to feel really guilty that I haven't updated you all on my adventures in...a long time. Not that I expect anyone to be disappointed over my absence, but I do have some awesome stories to share, and I have a feeling that this composite is going to be veryyyyy long. So, get comfy and prepare yourself for a lengthy entry.
First, I want to say how excited I am about two things that happened today.
1) WE HAD A FIELD TRIP. I haven't been on a real field trip since...middle school? Elementary school? Either way it's been a long time.
2) IT WAS TO EL MUSEO DEL PRADO. The significance of that might be lost on some of you, so let me explain.
The Museo del Prado is an art museum in downtown Madrid. But it's not just ANY art museum. It has one of the world's best collections of European art and is one of the most visited sites in the world.
Obviously, I went with my art class. We met at the train station, our teacher bought train passes for us, and then we all jumped on board to the city. Going somewhere with a class still seems pretty weird to me. It felt so strange walking through the streets of Madrid with one of my professors. But cool, in an odd way?
Anyway, it was kind of frustrating because the museum limits the time large groups can stay in the building. Although there was only 20 of us, we were only allowed to stay there for an hour and a half. THAT IS SO NOT ENOUGH TIME. Due to our time constraint, our professor had to rush us around from section to section, and we only saw one of the many buildings that comprise the Museo del Prado. In case that doesn't explain it clearly: the museum was ginormous. I can't even describe it adequately. It was wonderful! There was so much history and notable works of art all in one place! I had a nerd moment when I saw the Velazquez section (he's my fave).
One of the best parts was that almost all of the works we've been studying in class are kept in this museum! So after spending the past few weeks obsessing over minuscule details in paintings, we got to see them up close!
Well, I was excited about that haha.
This is definitely the best class I have ever taken. It's interesting, challenging, and the professor is amazing. At the museum, we all got these headsets, which corresponded to a microphone he had. As he ushered us through the halls, he would tell us about the paintings we were passing, which was extremely helpful since basically every school in Spain decided to go to the museum today and the noise was pretty loud. At each painting, we would take turns speaking into the microphone and summarizing to the class what we have learned about each work. I noticed that other museum-goers started following us around and listening in!
We were able to see works from all the major movements we've studied. I could tell you all about it, but you probably don't want an art lesson right now. Major painters' works were there, of course. Velazquez? Goya? El Greco? Hopefully those are ringing some bells...
Las Meninas has always been one of my favorite paintings. There's so much significance in it, as well as interesting aspects and hidden details. Here it is, in case you have no idea what it looks like:
^I SAW THAT IN PERSON TODAY. I STOOD LITERALLY ONE FOOT AWAY FROM IT (before the security guard walked around to make sure I wasn't too close). It's huge, btw.
I could continue ranting about my excitement, but I guess you guys get the picture (haha, kinda punny?).
Anyway, I'll move on now. Basically, I had a fun time at the museum, which I was very excited to go see. Tomorrow we're going to another one!
I guess I should have kept blogging each day, because I honestly cannot remember what happened the past two days. School and...more school. With afternoons in the plaza. I really like this routine I have here.
SO, now it's time to recount my weekend (because I know you're all dying to hear it)! Here we go:
Friday: Woke up at 6:30......A.M. Enough said. We had to be at a certain spot to catch the bus to Asturias. I didn't really know much about this trip or Asturias or anything so I kinda just showed up, hopped on the bus, and waited for the surprise! The bus ride was fun...ALL 8 HOURS OF IT! Granted, it went by fast, but I can't sleep on buses/airplanes/etc., so I either talked to people around me or looked out the window while other people slept. It was interesting to see the landscape change, since Asturias is in the mountainous part of Spain.
One thing I really noticed: Spain is absolutely gorgeous. I mean, breathtaking. The pictures I took don't do it justice. I can honestly say that I have never seen a single place in the United States (I haven't traveled any where else) that compares to the Spanish countryside. We even pulled the bus over at a few stops so we could all get out and take pictures.
Asturias itself is known for being green. Since it's in the north, it gets a lot of rain, and reminded a lot of us of a rainforest. So we were in the mountains. Surrounded by green trees. With the beach at the bottom. That's practically the best combination. Ever.
Once in Asturias, we went straight to the capital, Oviedo, where we got a tour from one of our directors, and then free time to explore. Asturias is known for their apple cider (since they apparently have the best apple trees due to the climate), which is served in an interesting way. Since it's natural and bottled without gas, it's exposed to air when poured, and given a zingy taste. Basically, when a waiter pours cider, they extend one arm as high as they can above their head, and hold the bottle up there. The glass is held in their other hand, extended toward the ground. The cider splashes into the glass, and the extended exposure to the air gives it a bit of fizz. I wasn't a huge fan of the cider, but I kept getting more just so I could see the waiters pour it! They never missed the glass.
Asturias also specializes in cheese, and is called "the land of the cheeses". Naturally, we sampled a lot of cheese when touring the city. Fun fact: They love Woody Allen there. Shops are named after him and there's even a life-size statue of him there (he was really short). He won a movie award there, and Asturias has been mentioned in a couple of his films.
One last interesting thing about Oviedo (other than the drunk passed out on the bench- I'm sure you all saw that picture): There are many, many statues. I don't know what it is about these Oviedans, but they love them. They also love the body, and every main part of the town had a statue depicting some part of the body. The one in the most central location? A butt. Yeah, Oviedo has a giant butt statue. Don't worry, I got a picture!
After the city, we went to the outskirts where we took a short hike to this old church. Unfortunately, I missed the story of it, since I was among the leaders of the group (yeah, go ahead and make some snarky comment haha) and we didn't realize the church was the destination. We ended up climbing way more than we needed to (on uneven and overgrown terrain- you'd think we would have caught on) and didn't realize our mistake until we noticed the group was no longer following us. By the time we retraced our steps and reached the group, we had missed most of the history! Oh well, at least we got to see a better view of Oviedo!
After fun in Oviedo (which I concluded is just a very strange, cute town), we jumped back on the bus to head to our destination for the night, Cangas de Onis, which is a tiny town nearby. We checked into our hotel, and immediately discovered it didn't have wifi. Imagine our disappointment. We're all addicted to our phones and the Internet, which we can't access anywhere but our Spanish homes. We just spend a whole day on a bus and were incredibly Facebook-deprived. So once somebody realized the restaurant next door had wifi, which hotel guests could obtain a password for, we spent a ridiculous amount of time huddling in the tiny hotel lobby, attempting to connect to the wifi network that was crappy at best. I'm sure it looked rather strange.
Once we gave up on the Internet, a bunch of us took a tour of the tiny town, which was actually pretty awesome. They don't have many sites of interest, except for this bridge. It crosses the Sella river, and hanging from it is a cross with the Alpha and Omega signs. (Side note: I love seeing Catholicism/Christianity everywhere here!) Naturally, we climbed down to the rocks near the river and took a bunch of awesome pictures as the sun set, trying desperately not to slip and fall in. After way too many close calls, we decided to go back to land and explore the town. There really wasn't much else to see, except for shops (most of which were closed at 11:30pm- or as they say in Spain, 23:30) and bars. Hungry, but trying to avoid the bar scene, we walked around looking for a restaurant we could go into. Unfortunately, we were all over-hungry and indecisive, so we stood around waiting for someone to make a decision while our stomachs rumbled. Finally, we made the unanimous decision to go to the nearest place, which just so happened to be this American-style restaurant. The menu consisted of items like chicken fingers, pizza, and cheeseburgers (aka hamburgers with cheese). Which is what I decided on.
One thing I really love about Spain- your food comes quickly (your check comes slowly, but that's another topic). We got our food almost instantly, but we could tell it was freshly made. And it was all surprisingly delicious! The burger was better in Spain than any I've had in America. Don't ask me how...
That weekend there was a festival going on in the town. We walked around a bit after eating, but it hadn't started yet. We figured we were just a day early. NOPE. Just 3 hours early. Spaniards love having fiestas late at night/early in the morning (it's kinda their thing) so the party didn't start until 3am. They were kind enough to let us know it had started though, with a chorus of drunken singing and shouting that woke us up. I'm now thanking that inner voice which told me back when I was packing to bring earplugs.
Saturday was kayaking day! Yeah, I thought it was random too. I didn't realize I would be going to Spain to go kayaking, but cool. It was all organized perfectly, which was a great plus. We just drove up to the kayaking place, and they quickly distributed our life jackets, paddles, and bins. These bins were for us to put our sack lunches (which we all had from our host families) into. But it turned out there was some special surprise and the company had provided lunches for all of us! And who doesn't like free food?
The kayaks were for two people, and I was with my friend Haley. The very second we pulled our kayak into the water, it tipped a bit and some water ended up on my seat. We couldn't figure out how to dump it out (kayaks are pretty awkward), so I just sucked it up and sat in it. Looking back now, I'm laughing at how much of a sacrifice I thought that was at the time. By the end of the trip, we were all soaked from head to foot!
Anyway, Haley was sitting in front of me, and as soon as we pushed off from shore, I realized that she had a giant spider on the back of her lifejacket! (Giant= "small" in normal people terms) So I calmly said, "Haley, I don't know how to tell you this, but you have a spider on your back."
Well, turns out she's super afraid of spiders, like me. So Haley erupted into screams and paranoia, shouting "GET IT OFF GET IT OFF GET IT OFF". She didn't move though; she kinda just sat there freaking out. Unfortunately, I was more than an arm's length away from her, and couldn't move because the kayak would tip. The result? Two girls gliding down the river in a kayak, one screaming at the top of her lungs while the other repeatedly hit her back with a paddle.
I'm sure the fishermen on the banks enjoyed that.
This story has a happy ending though: I eventually killed the spider and we threw its lifeless carcass overboard. And, in case you're wondering, I did not hurt my friend by hitting her- she was just thankful I managed to kill the spider. So, all's good and spider-less.
The next thing we had to conquer on this trip was the freezing cold weather and water. The temperature was in the mid 50s and cloudy. AND COLD. I guess that has something to do with being in the mountains. As a result, the water was freezing as well, and we were all wearing shorts, tshirts, light rain jackets, and water sandals. Due to our apparel, the kayak trip quickly became a don't-get-wet challenge. None of us succeeded. I think it's impossible to go kayaking and not end up drenched somehow. Thankfully, Haley and I didn't tip over and fall out, though 3 groups did.
So we spent 5 hours meandering down the river, stopping every now and then for a break on the side of the river. I got to whip out the "peeing in the woods" skills that I learned through my brief stint as a camp counselor last summer. Yay?
I would definitely say that the kayaking trip was one of my favorite parts of the summer so far. Not only is kayaking great fun, but we were doing it in the most beautiful location I could ever have imagined. I wish I could have taken pictures, but I decided not to risk the whole iPhone-falling-into-water thing. Just picture a lightly flowing,winding river surrounded by incredibly tall mountains which are covered in the greenest trees imaginable. Plus, it was a bit foggy, which gave the whole area a nice look, and made it all seem a bit more magnificent.
At the end there was a bus waiting to take us back to our hotel. It turned out we kayaked 29 miles! A lot of people complained about being sore/tired...but I didn't really feel anything. Maybe that's a sign I didn't work hard enough?
After showers and wifi-time at the hotel, a few of us went shopping! I bought a dress I probably don't need (IT WAS ON SALE, MOM) and we ended up collecting a mish mash of food for dinner. Since we were very tired (lack of sleep, 29 miles of kayaking, ya know), a few of the other girls and I bough random bits of food, such as bread, cheese, strawberries, etc., and had a movie night in our room. Yeah, it might sound a bit weird to spend a night in a foreign county watching tv in a hotel room, but I'm glad we did it. We pushed the beds together, placed all the food on them (there was a LOT) and just took whatever we wanted. Luckily, The Incredibles was on Spanish Disney Channel, so we watched that while chatting and relaxing from the day.
Sunday was BEACH DAY! Yet another one of the best parts of the summer. We went to Gijon, which is the largest city in Asturias, and spent the day, well, doing whatever we wanted. I think all of us ended up on the beach, though. It was really cool, because Gijon has a ton of tall buildings and activity, with just a single street separating those from the beach. Which was a bit odd, considering fully clothed business-people were walking to work right behind us while we were lounging around in the sand. Most people just laid in the sun all day, but a few of us chose to actually spend time in the Atlantic Ocean, which is something I've always wanted to do. My family went to the beach once when I was young, but I haven't been back since. I can't explain how happy I was just swimming in the Atlantic Ocean right next to one of the most famous cities in Spain. Let's just say: it was awesome.
The weather was great, too. At least for the most part. It got a bit cloudy when we were leaving, but it didn't bother us too much. One thing that did bother us was the amount of elderly men in speedos....*shiver* I never want to see that again.
Remember that time I mentioned Spain doesn't have public restrooms? Well, there are some, but they're very rare, and you have to pay for them. So there we were, four girls and a guy, walking around in our bathing suits and towels, amidst fully-clothed Spaniards, trying to find some place to change into dry clothes for the bus ride home. We finally found a restroom, but it appeared as though we had to pay for it. One girl put in her money, but for some reason the bathroom took it and didn't open the door. She got mad and started pulling at the door, and we all crowded around, trying to help somehow. I guess the group of Americans struggling to open a bathroom pulled at the heartstrings of some passerby, because a crowd developed around us. Finally, one old man came up and, without a word, pulled a clear piece of plastic out of his pocket. He slid it through some sort of reader, and the door popped open. He told us it would only open that once, so us girls decided not to take any chances, and all jumped in this tiny, one-stalled public bathroom in the middle of the street, together. We all quickly changed in the little privacy we could get, knowing full well that the door would only stay closed for a specific amount of time. Thankfully we were all able to change and appear decent before the door swung open to reveal us all to the world.
The reactions of people nearby when four girls climbed out of a single bathroom were hilarious. Cody, our friend who was waiting outside for us, apparently had a few funny interactions when people came up asking if he was in line for the bathroom and he responded by saying he was waiting for his friends. Everyone wanted to know why "friends" was plural and how many girls could fit in that tiny, public bathroom.
After that lovely bonding experience, we stopped at a restaurant for some quick food. However, it turned out it was a fancy, sit-down restaurant that gives you way too much food and cost way too much money and takes way too long to bring you your bill. So, we almost missed our bus. By some miracle, we made it, and the rest of the day consisted of an 8 hour bus ride back home, with just one stop. Fun times. By then, we were all exhausted and a bit irritable, so we were ready to get back. So, naturally, we got stuck in traffic and ended up arriving back a little bit later than planned. As in, 10:30pm-ish. Which, granted, isn't late in Spain, but then came unpacking, homework, dinner, and showering before the early school day on Monday!
All in all, it was a great trip and fun week! Pictures will be coming soon- I wanted to post them along with this blog, but they take a bit longer to sort and upload, and I've already spent multiple hours typing all this out. Hopefully tomorrow I'll be able to get that all done, so check back then! Now for homework and bed...I don't think I'll ever get enough sleep here!
Hasta mananaaaaaa
First, I want to say how excited I am about two things that happened today.
1) WE HAD A FIELD TRIP. I haven't been on a real field trip since...middle school? Elementary school? Either way it's been a long time.
2) IT WAS TO EL MUSEO DEL PRADO. The significance of that might be lost on some of you, so let me explain.
The Museo del Prado is an art museum in downtown Madrid. But it's not just ANY art museum. It has one of the world's best collections of European art and is one of the most visited sites in the world.
Obviously, I went with my art class. We met at the train station, our teacher bought train passes for us, and then we all jumped on board to the city. Going somewhere with a class still seems pretty weird to me. It felt so strange walking through the streets of Madrid with one of my professors. But cool, in an odd way?
Anyway, it was kind of frustrating because the museum limits the time large groups can stay in the building. Although there was only 20 of us, we were only allowed to stay there for an hour and a half. THAT IS SO NOT ENOUGH TIME. Due to our time constraint, our professor had to rush us around from section to section, and we only saw one of the many buildings that comprise the Museo del Prado. In case that doesn't explain it clearly: the museum was ginormous. I can't even describe it adequately. It was wonderful! There was so much history and notable works of art all in one place! I had a nerd moment when I saw the Velazquez section (he's my fave).
One of the best parts was that almost all of the works we've been studying in class are kept in this museum! So after spending the past few weeks obsessing over minuscule details in paintings, we got to see them up close!
Well, I was excited about that haha.
This is definitely the best class I have ever taken. It's interesting, challenging, and the professor is amazing. At the museum, we all got these headsets, which corresponded to a microphone he had. As he ushered us through the halls, he would tell us about the paintings we were passing, which was extremely helpful since basically every school in Spain decided to go to the museum today and the noise was pretty loud. At each painting, we would take turns speaking into the microphone and summarizing to the class what we have learned about each work. I noticed that other museum-goers started following us around and listening in!
We were able to see works from all the major movements we've studied. I could tell you all about it, but you probably don't want an art lesson right now. Major painters' works were there, of course. Velazquez? Goya? El Greco? Hopefully those are ringing some bells...
Las Meninas has always been one of my favorite paintings. There's so much significance in it, as well as interesting aspects and hidden details. Here it is, in case you have no idea what it looks like:
^I SAW THAT IN PERSON TODAY. I STOOD LITERALLY ONE FOOT AWAY FROM IT (before the security guard walked around to make sure I wasn't too close). It's huge, btw.
I could continue ranting about my excitement, but I guess you guys get the picture (haha, kinda punny?).
Anyway, I'll move on now. Basically, I had a fun time at the museum, which I was very excited to go see. Tomorrow we're going to another one!
I guess I should have kept blogging each day, because I honestly cannot remember what happened the past two days. School and...more school. With afternoons in the plaza. I really like this routine I have here.
SO, now it's time to recount my weekend (because I know you're all dying to hear it)! Here we go:
Friday: Woke up at 6:30......A.M. Enough said. We had to be at a certain spot to catch the bus to Asturias. I didn't really know much about this trip or Asturias or anything so I kinda just showed up, hopped on the bus, and waited for the surprise! The bus ride was fun...ALL 8 HOURS OF IT! Granted, it went by fast, but I can't sleep on buses/airplanes/etc., so I either talked to people around me or looked out the window while other people slept. It was interesting to see the landscape change, since Asturias is in the mountainous part of Spain.
One thing I really noticed: Spain is absolutely gorgeous. I mean, breathtaking. The pictures I took don't do it justice. I can honestly say that I have never seen a single place in the United States (I haven't traveled any where else) that compares to the Spanish countryside. We even pulled the bus over at a few stops so we could all get out and take pictures.
Asturias itself is known for being green. Since it's in the north, it gets a lot of rain, and reminded a lot of us of a rainforest. So we were in the mountains. Surrounded by green trees. With the beach at the bottom. That's practically the best combination. Ever.
Once in Asturias, we went straight to the capital, Oviedo, where we got a tour from one of our directors, and then free time to explore. Asturias is known for their apple cider (since they apparently have the best apple trees due to the climate), which is served in an interesting way. Since it's natural and bottled without gas, it's exposed to air when poured, and given a zingy taste. Basically, when a waiter pours cider, they extend one arm as high as they can above their head, and hold the bottle up there. The glass is held in their other hand, extended toward the ground. The cider splashes into the glass, and the extended exposure to the air gives it a bit of fizz. I wasn't a huge fan of the cider, but I kept getting more just so I could see the waiters pour it! They never missed the glass.
Asturias also specializes in cheese, and is called "the land of the cheeses". Naturally, we sampled a lot of cheese when touring the city. Fun fact: They love Woody Allen there. Shops are named after him and there's even a life-size statue of him there (he was really short). He won a movie award there, and Asturias has been mentioned in a couple of his films.
One last interesting thing about Oviedo (other than the drunk passed out on the bench- I'm sure you all saw that picture): There are many, many statues. I don't know what it is about these Oviedans, but they love them. They also love the body, and every main part of the town had a statue depicting some part of the body. The one in the most central location? A butt. Yeah, Oviedo has a giant butt statue. Don't worry, I got a picture!
After the city, we went to the outskirts where we took a short hike to this old church. Unfortunately, I missed the story of it, since I was among the leaders of the group (yeah, go ahead and make some snarky comment haha) and we didn't realize the church was the destination. We ended up climbing way more than we needed to (on uneven and overgrown terrain- you'd think we would have caught on) and didn't realize our mistake until we noticed the group was no longer following us. By the time we retraced our steps and reached the group, we had missed most of the history! Oh well, at least we got to see a better view of Oviedo!
After fun in Oviedo (which I concluded is just a very strange, cute town), we jumped back on the bus to head to our destination for the night, Cangas de Onis, which is a tiny town nearby. We checked into our hotel, and immediately discovered it didn't have wifi. Imagine our disappointment. We're all addicted to our phones and the Internet, which we can't access anywhere but our Spanish homes. We just spend a whole day on a bus and were incredibly Facebook-deprived. So once somebody realized the restaurant next door had wifi, which hotel guests could obtain a password for, we spent a ridiculous amount of time huddling in the tiny hotel lobby, attempting to connect to the wifi network that was crappy at best. I'm sure it looked rather strange.
Once we gave up on the Internet, a bunch of us took a tour of the tiny town, which was actually pretty awesome. They don't have many sites of interest, except for this bridge. It crosses the Sella river, and hanging from it is a cross with the Alpha and Omega signs. (Side note: I love seeing Catholicism/Christianity everywhere here!) Naturally, we climbed down to the rocks near the river and took a bunch of awesome pictures as the sun set, trying desperately not to slip and fall in. After way too many close calls, we decided to go back to land and explore the town. There really wasn't much else to see, except for shops (most of which were closed at 11:30pm- or as they say in Spain, 23:30) and bars. Hungry, but trying to avoid the bar scene, we walked around looking for a restaurant we could go into. Unfortunately, we were all over-hungry and indecisive, so we stood around waiting for someone to make a decision while our stomachs rumbled. Finally, we made the unanimous decision to go to the nearest place, which just so happened to be this American-style restaurant. The menu consisted of items like chicken fingers, pizza, and cheeseburgers (aka hamburgers with cheese). Which is what I decided on.
One thing I really love about Spain- your food comes quickly (your check comes slowly, but that's another topic). We got our food almost instantly, but we could tell it was freshly made. And it was all surprisingly delicious! The burger was better in Spain than any I've had in America. Don't ask me how...
That weekend there was a festival going on in the town. We walked around a bit after eating, but it hadn't started yet. We figured we were just a day early. NOPE. Just 3 hours early. Spaniards love having fiestas late at night/early in the morning (it's kinda their thing) so the party didn't start until 3am. They were kind enough to let us know it had started though, with a chorus of drunken singing and shouting that woke us up. I'm now thanking that inner voice which told me back when I was packing to bring earplugs.
Saturday was kayaking day! Yeah, I thought it was random too. I didn't realize I would be going to Spain to go kayaking, but cool. It was all organized perfectly, which was a great plus. We just drove up to the kayaking place, and they quickly distributed our life jackets, paddles, and bins. These bins were for us to put our sack lunches (which we all had from our host families) into. But it turned out there was some special surprise and the company had provided lunches for all of us! And who doesn't like free food?
The kayaks were for two people, and I was with my friend Haley. The very second we pulled our kayak into the water, it tipped a bit and some water ended up on my seat. We couldn't figure out how to dump it out (kayaks are pretty awkward), so I just sucked it up and sat in it. Looking back now, I'm laughing at how much of a sacrifice I thought that was at the time. By the end of the trip, we were all soaked from head to foot!
Anyway, Haley was sitting in front of me, and as soon as we pushed off from shore, I realized that she had a giant spider on the back of her lifejacket! (Giant= "small" in normal people terms) So I calmly said, "Haley, I don't know how to tell you this, but you have a spider on your back."
Well, turns out she's super afraid of spiders, like me. So Haley erupted into screams and paranoia, shouting "GET IT OFF GET IT OFF GET IT OFF". She didn't move though; she kinda just sat there freaking out. Unfortunately, I was more than an arm's length away from her, and couldn't move because the kayak would tip. The result? Two girls gliding down the river in a kayak, one screaming at the top of her lungs while the other repeatedly hit her back with a paddle.
I'm sure the fishermen on the banks enjoyed that.
This story has a happy ending though: I eventually killed the spider and we threw its lifeless carcass overboard. And, in case you're wondering, I did not hurt my friend by hitting her- she was just thankful I managed to kill the spider. So, all's good and spider-less.
The next thing we had to conquer on this trip was the freezing cold weather and water. The temperature was in the mid 50s and cloudy. AND COLD. I guess that has something to do with being in the mountains. As a result, the water was freezing as well, and we were all wearing shorts, tshirts, light rain jackets, and water sandals. Due to our apparel, the kayak trip quickly became a don't-get-wet challenge. None of us succeeded. I think it's impossible to go kayaking and not end up drenched somehow. Thankfully, Haley and I didn't tip over and fall out, though 3 groups did.
So we spent 5 hours meandering down the river, stopping every now and then for a break on the side of the river. I got to whip out the "peeing in the woods" skills that I learned through my brief stint as a camp counselor last summer. Yay?
I would definitely say that the kayaking trip was one of my favorite parts of the summer so far. Not only is kayaking great fun, but we were doing it in the most beautiful location I could ever have imagined. I wish I could have taken pictures, but I decided not to risk the whole iPhone-falling-into-water thing. Just picture a lightly flowing,winding river surrounded by incredibly tall mountains which are covered in the greenest trees imaginable. Plus, it was a bit foggy, which gave the whole area a nice look, and made it all seem a bit more magnificent.
At the end there was a bus waiting to take us back to our hotel. It turned out we kayaked 29 miles! A lot of people complained about being sore/tired...but I didn't really feel anything. Maybe that's a sign I didn't work hard enough?
After showers and wifi-time at the hotel, a few of us went shopping! I bought a dress I probably don't need (IT WAS ON SALE, MOM) and we ended up collecting a mish mash of food for dinner. Since we were very tired (lack of sleep, 29 miles of kayaking, ya know), a few of the other girls and I bough random bits of food, such as bread, cheese, strawberries, etc., and had a movie night in our room. Yeah, it might sound a bit weird to spend a night in a foreign county watching tv in a hotel room, but I'm glad we did it. We pushed the beds together, placed all the food on them (there was a LOT) and just took whatever we wanted. Luckily, The Incredibles was on Spanish Disney Channel, so we watched that while chatting and relaxing from the day.
Sunday was BEACH DAY! Yet another one of the best parts of the summer. We went to Gijon, which is the largest city in Asturias, and spent the day, well, doing whatever we wanted. I think all of us ended up on the beach, though. It was really cool, because Gijon has a ton of tall buildings and activity, with just a single street separating those from the beach. Which was a bit odd, considering fully clothed business-people were walking to work right behind us while we were lounging around in the sand. Most people just laid in the sun all day, but a few of us chose to actually spend time in the Atlantic Ocean, which is something I've always wanted to do. My family went to the beach once when I was young, but I haven't been back since. I can't explain how happy I was just swimming in the Atlantic Ocean right next to one of the most famous cities in Spain. Let's just say: it was awesome.
The weather was great, too. At least for the most part. It got a bit cloudy when we were leaving, but it didn't bother us too much. One thing that did bother us was the amount of elderly men in speedos....*shiver* I never want to see that again.
Remember that time I mentioned Spain doesn't have public restrooms? Well, there are some, but they're very rare, and you have to pay for them. So there we were, four girls and a guy, walking around in our bathing suits and towels, amidst fully-clothed Spaniards, trying to find some place to change into dry clothes for the bus ride home. We finally found a restroom, but it appeared as though we had to pay for it. One girl put in her money, but for some reason the bathroom took it and didn't open the door. She got mad and started pulling at the door, and we all crowded around, trying to help somehow. I guess the group of Americans struggling to open a bathroom pulled at the heartstrings of some passerby, because a crowd developed around us. Finally, one old man came up and, without a word, pulled a clear piece of plastic out of his pocket. He slid it through some sort of reader, and the door popped open. He told us it would only open that once, so us girls decided not to take any chances, and all jumped in this tiny, one-stalled public bathroom in the middle of the street, together. We all quickly changed in the little privacy we could get, knowing full well that the door would only stay closed for a specific amount of time. Thankfully we were all able to change and appear decent before the door swung open to reveal us all to the world.
The reactions of people nearby when four girls climbed out of a single bathroom were hilarious. Cody, our friend who was waiting outside for us, apparently had a few funny interactions when people came up asking if he was in line for the bathroom and he responded by saying he was waiting for his friends. Everyone wanted to know why "friends" was plural and how many girls could fit in that tiny, public bathroom.
After that lovely bonding experience, we stopped at a restaurant for some quick food. However, it turned out it was a fancy, sit-down restaurant that gives you way too much food and cost way too much money and takes way too long to bring you your bill. So, we almost missed our bus. By some miracle, we made it, and the rest of the day consisted of an 8 hour bus ride back home, with just one stop. Fun times. By then, we were all exhausted and a bit irritable, so we were ready to get back. So, naturally, we got stuck in traffic and ended up arriving back a little bit later than planned. As in, 10:30pm-ish. Which, granted, isn't late in Spain, but then came unpacking, homework, dinner, and showering before the early school day on Monday!
All in all, it was a great trip and fun week! Pictures will be coming soon- I wanted to post them along with this blog, but they take a bit longer to sort and upload, and I've already spent multiple hours typing all this out. Hopefully tomorrow I'll be able to get that all done, so check back then! Now for homework and bed...I don't think I'll ever get enough sleep here!
Hasta mananaaaaaa
Monday, June 17, 2013
I'M BACKKKKKK (Did ya miss me?!)
Hello avid blog readers!
Sorry I've been MIA the past few days. Turns out there wasn't really wifi in our hotel this weekend. Grrrrr.
Anyway, I promise a LONG description of my weekend will ensue, hopefully within the next few days. Unfortunately, I'm just unbelievably exhausted right now, and don't have time to blog about the trip (which was absolutely amazing, so you should def come back to read about it). So, stay in suspense, my friends.
In the meantime, I don't want to leave y'all without some sort of Europe-y paraphernalia to read, so I've decided to include this link to one of my favorite websites of all time, Buzzfeed. I think this addition to their website coincides perfectly with my travelling, since I now agree with basically EVERYTHING on this list. So, just pretend it's me who came up with this incredibly hilarious and true account of 35 Things You Appreciate About America After Living In Europe (Spain).
Enjoy!
http://www.buzzfeed.com/lucyh3/35-things-you-appreciate-about-america-after-livin-147h
Sorry I've been MIA the past few days. Turns out there wasn't really wifi in our hotel this weekend. Grrrrr.
Anyway, I promise a LONG description of my weekend will ensue, hopefully within the next few days. Unfortunately, I'm just unbelievably exhausted right now, and don't have time to blog about the trip (which was absolutely amazing, so you should def come back to read about it). So, stay in suspense, my friends.
In the meantime, I don't want to leave y'all without some sort of Europe-y paraphernalia to read, so I've decided to include this link to one of my favorite websites of all time, Buzzfeed. I think this addition to their website coincides perfectly with my travelling, since I now agree with basically EVERYTHING on this list. So, just pretend it's me who came up with this incredibly hilarious and true account of 35 Things You Appreciate About America After Living In Europe (Spain).
Enjoy!
http://www.buzzfeed.com/lucyh3/35-things-you-appreciate-about-america-after-livin-147h
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