I've been back in the States for almost two weeks now and there is no more appropriate word to describe my feelings other than "bittersweet." Unless, of course, we're speaking Spanish; in that case agridulce would fit just fine.
Although I was sad to leave the beauty of Spain and the friends that I made throughout my stay, I couldn't help but recognize the presence of a yearning to get home where my family would be waiting with a Tony's pizza hot and ready on the table.
My seven week vacation (I'll be honest with myself - I don't think I'll ever get another month and a half getaway) was hard to leave, but I think it would have been harder if I didn't have something(s) to look forward to when I got home. As soon as I arrived in the states I spent time with family eating and sharing souvenirs, my best friends came over to hear me tell my exhausted stories, and I spent the next few days preparing myself for my next move into College Park. The excitement pre- moving into my new beautiful Commons apartment, starting two new jobs at school (to replenish my depleted bank account) and gaining back a normal routine, made the absence of daily tapas and mediterranean beach days bearable.
I can't think of a better way to express the bittersweet feeling I've been enduring for the past two weeks, than to clearly lay out the conflicting aspects of being home and not being in Spain than a pro/con list.
Bitter/Agri:
- Gelato withdrawal
- Missing the beautiful landscapes
- Not being able to speak Spanish to everyone
- Being 20 and not being able to order alcoholic beverages (in moderation, of course.)
- All I want to do is talk about my experiences, but everyone around me definitely has agendas that include things other than listening to my worn-out stories.
Sweet/ Dulce
- Being with my family and friends
- Working ($$$)
- Receiving flowers from my handsome boyfriend for no reason at all except for the fact that now he can :)
- Calling friends/family/boyfriend whenever I want - email is great, but too impersonal after awhile.
- Access to fresh produce, and avoiding the frozen food and excessive olive oil aisle I fell prisoner to in la casa de Rafaela
Move in went smoothly and I've spent the past week here decorating my new room with carefully selected photos from Spain in attempts to merge the sweet things of my summer abroad with the awesome time I know I am going to have in College Park for the next two years. Now that I've been to Europe and back I have a feeling it will be difficult to ever actually leave it behind.
I can't wait to get back to Europe, but I'll admit I am pretty damn lucky to be where I am now.
PS - Kristen, I wish I had something more exciting to write about for your Birthday Blog Post - but for now, Happy birthday and let's cheers to the fact that this semester will lead to many thrilling things to share :)
Monday, August 30, 2010
Monday, August 9, 2010
Mejor la basura que la cintura
"Better in the trash than on the waist!" I learned this spanish idiom last night over a pizza dinner too good to be wasted in the trash :)
Marie and Carmen treated Lauren, Reghan and I to a delectable last supper of sorts at a Spanish owned pizzeria with an authentic Italian twist. Our primer plato was an ensalada with pistacios, goatcheese and a honey-balsamic dressing ...mmmm. For our second dish we shared two thin and crispy pizzas: Prosciutto y Melanzada. Translated: one with sweet ham (I'm sure you're all familiar with Italian Prosciutto, but the Spanish version is slightly different and described as "jamon dulce") and the other with caramalized eggplant and a sweet honey and balsamic vinaigrette (my favorite!). When the last two slices were left hopelessly waiting for one of five of us chicas to devour them, I volunteered my cintura to save room for the basura. This pizza was way too good to be put to waste!
Instead of staying at the restaurant for dessert like we traditionally do here in Alicante, Carmen decided it would be nicer to take a walk down the Explanada - a main street running adjacent to the marina outlined with artisan tents, gelaterias and souvenir vendors and bursting with locals and tourists alike enjoying the seaside atmosphere. At the very end of the Explanada is an outdoor gelateria at which Marie treated us. I got a blanco y negro - a sweet cream gelato submerged in coffee ... I wish I discovered this heavenly treat earlier in my trip, I was practically licking the glass at the end. Then again, it's probably better for my cintura that I only tasted it on my last night in Alicante....
Earlier in the evening I experienced my first bull fight! Plaza de Toros is located centrally in Alicante and the bull fights are a HUGE part of the culture here in Valenciano. Walking into the stadium reminded me of walking into a baseball stadium at home; fans held signs for their favorite matador, vendors were selling sodas and sunflower seeds, and the excitement for the commencement of the games was beaming from every corner! It's amazing to me how much of a cultural experience attending a bull fight is. Similarly to watching an American athletic event, the fans are aware of the strategies and techniques used during their fight and are very vocal about their opinions. On the contrary, it holds more tradition and culture than does a regular sporting event. The matadors double as athletes and performers - I loved the way they entertained the crowd and frequently paused to smile and pose at the adoring fans. The fight commenced with an introduction of the horses (yes this bull fight was conducted on horseback) and the matadors. Music and cheers accompanied the debut of the matadors and their well trained horses. The horses were magnificent. They were so well trained that they actually looked like they were dancing as they trotted. During the "Corrida de Rejones" (bullflight with horses) I couldn't help but feel like I was watching something completely regal. Now that I've seen the Rejones spectacle, I think I'll attend a traditional corrida de toros next time I'm in Spain - I'd love to see the different tactics used by the matadors on foot verses on horseback. Carmen told us she is grateful we chose to watch the Corrida de Rejones because the day before, at the traditional fight, one of the matadors got severely gored. I'm glad too. I could just barely hold it together watching the first bull get stabbed; I doubt my fascination in bullfighting would continue after watching a near human fatality. Bright red bull blood was horrific in itself, seeing that of a human might be overly traumatic for an American's first time bullfight.
Each matador had the ring to themselves on two different occassions, slaying two bulls each. That's six bulls in total (!!!) The biggest bull was over half a ton!! The gore and death of the bull was almost too much to handle, but I kept reminding myself to step out of my American mindset and put myself into the shoes of the Spaniards who regard this tradition as honorary and beautiful. After an apparently immaculate performance the crowd gave a twenty minute standing ovation, the pride these people have in the bullfighters is overwhelming I think I'll spare the gory details on this blog post, for those of you dying to know the dirty details I'll be happy to share in person! (I have tons of pictures.) I'm not sure that I completely agree with the bull fights, the people of Barcelona definitely do not - during my stay the government of Catalunya banned bullfighting in the region. When I first heard that news I thought "how very civilized." But now, I am more than happy I was able to see one in Alicante and I am definitely intrigued to learn more about the tradition and strategies behind this cultural event.
What a great way to spend my last Sunday night in Alicante. The bull fight was the perfect conclusion to my six week cultural immersion. And sure, the food at dinner was amazing but, as usual, the time spent with Carmen and Marie was priceless. Today, Laur and I only have a half day in Alicante before we train it to Madrid to catch our flight out of Spain (que lastima!!!) Carmen is making us a mid-day meal and Laura (our infamous Espadrille friend) will be joining us to say our goodbyes.
I imagine it will be very difficult to say goodbye to this beautiful place and the beautiful people I've met here, but I am looking forward to reuniting with the people I've missed oh so much back at home. I think today I need to learn the Spanish term for bittersweet .
Marie and Carmen treated Lauren, Reghan and I to a delectable last supper of sorts at a Spanish owned pizzeria with an authentic Italian twist. Our primer plato was an ensalada with pistacios, goatcheese and a honey-balsamic dressing ...mmmm. For our second dish we shared two thin and crispy pizzas: Prosciutto y Melanzada. Translated: one with sweet ham (I'm sure you're all familiar with Italian Prosciutto, but the Spanish version is slightly different and described as "jamon dulce") and the other with caramalized eggplant and a sweet honey and balsamic vinaigrette (my favorite!). When the last two slices were left hopelessly waiting for one of five of us chicas to devour them, I volunteered my cintura to save room for the basura. This pizza was way too good to be put to waste!
Instead of staying at the restaurant for dessert like we traditionally do here in Alicante, Carmen decided it would be nicer to take a walk down the Explanada - a main street running adjacent to the marina outlined with artisan tents, gelaterias and souvenir vendors and bursting with locals and tourists alike enjoying the seaside atmosphere. At the very end of the Explanada is an outdoor gelateria at which Marie treated us. I got a blanco y negro - a sweet cream gelato submerged in coffee ... I wish I discovered this heavenly treat earlier in my trip, I was practically licking the glass at the end. Then again, it's probably better for my cintura that I only tasted it on my last night in Alicante....
Earlier in the evening I experienced my first bull fight! Plaza de Toros is located centrally in Alicante and the bull fights are a HUGE part of the culture here in Valenciano. Walking into the stadium reminded me of walking into a baseball stadium at home; fans held signs for their favorite matador, vendors were selling sodas and sunflower seeds, and the excitement for the commencement of the games was beaming from every corner! It's amazing to me how much of a cultural experience attending a bull fight is. Similarly to watching an American athletic event, the fans are aware of the strategies and techniques used during their fight and are very vocal about their opinions. On the contrary, it holds more tradition and culture than does a regular sporting event. The matadors double as athletes and performers - I loved the way they entertained the crowd and frequently paused to smile and pose at the adoring fans. The fight commenced with an introduction of the horses (yes this bull fight was conducted on horseback) and the matadors. Music and cheers accompanied the debut of the matadors and their well trained horses. The horses were magnificent. They were so well trained that they actually looked like they were dancing as they trotted. During the "Corrida de Rejones" (bullflight with horses) I couldn't help but feel like I was watching something completely regal. Now that I've seen the Rejones spectacle, I think I'll attend a traditional corrida de toros next time I'm in Spain - I'd love to see the different tactics used by the matadors on foot verses on horseback. Carmen told us she is grateful we chose to watch the Corrida de Rejones because the day before, at the traditional fight, one of the matadors got severely gored. I'm glad too. I could just barely hold it together watching the first bull get stabbed; I doubt my fascination in bullfighting would continue after watching a near human fatality. Bright red bull blood was horrific in itself, seeing that of a human might be overly traumatic for an American's first time bullfight.
Each matador had the ring to themselves on two different occassions, slaying two bulls each. That's six bulls in total (!!!) The biggest bull was over half a ton!! The gore and death of the bull was almost too much to handle, but I kept reminding myself to step out of my American mindset and put myself into the shoes of the Spaniards who regard this tradition as honorary and beautiful. After an apparently immaculate performance the crowd gave a twenty minute standing ovation, the pride these people have in the bullfighters is overwhelming I think I'll spare the gory details on this blog post, for those of you dying to know the dirty details I'll be happy to share in person! (I have tons of pictures.) I'm not sure that I completely agree with the bull fights, the people of Barcelona definitely do not - during my stay the government of Catalunya banned bullfighting in the region. When I first heard that news I thought "how very civilized." But now, I am more than happy I was able to see one in Alicante and I am definitely intrigued to learn more about the tradition and strategies behind this cultural event.
What a great way to spend my last Sunday night in Alicante. The bull fight was the perfect conclusion to my six week cultural immersion. And sure, the food at dinner was amazing but, as usual, the time spent with Carmen and Marie was priceless. Today, Laur and I only have a half day in Alicante before we train it to Madrid to catch our flight out of Spain (que lastima!!!) Carmen is making us a mid-day meal and Laura (our infamous Espadrille friend) will be joining us to say our goodbyes.
I imagine it will be very difficult to say goodbye to this beautiful place and the beautiful people I've met here, but I am looking forward to reuniting with the people I've missed oh so much back at home. I think today I need to learn the Spanish term for bittersweet .
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Lessons Learned
As I've reiterated a countless number of times, I've learned a lot on this trip. My spanish vocabulary has expanded, I can differentiate more types of ham than I ever even knew existed, and my wealth of cultural and historical facts has been supplemented enough that I am looking forward to the next time I play trivial pursuit with Dad at home!
Most importantly, however, are the lessons I've learned about myself. I've uncovered the treasure that iscafe con leche, and with that my caffeine addiction (which only became obvious to me when I was refused fountain diet soda and iced coffee in Barcelona.) I've discovered a resonating passion for anthropology, and I have been taught a simpler way of living, how to relax, and, excuse me for sounding terribly cliche, how to appreciate the smaller things life has to offer that I've been blind to in America. I could probably write a novel on self-reflections but I'll keep them within the confines of my journal in order to spare you the boredom.
On a lighter note, I have learned something about myself very worth noting - apparently, I am allergic to seafood.
I'm not surprised that it has taken me this long to realize my allergy; the last time I ate fish was probably when I was eight, and it was most likely a tunafish sandwich. I don't like the smell of seafood, and of the far and few between moments where I was daring enough to have a bite of fish off a family members plate I crinkled my nose in distaste. However, with my newly found adventurous side I decided to take advantage of neighboring the sea and try the fresh Mediterranean seafood. As a result of being so daring (and quite honestly trying to please my hosts,) I am covered in hives. Luckily for me, this allergy presents a prohibition of something I definitely won't miss.
Most importantly, however, are the lessons I've learned about myself. I've uncovered the treasure that iscafe con leche, and with that my caffeine addiction (which only became obvious to me when I was refused fountain diet soda and iced coffee in Barcelona.) I've discovered a resonating passion for anthropology, and I have been taught a simpler way of living, how to relax, and, excuse me for sounding terribly cliche, how to appreciate the smaller things life has to offer that I've been blind to in America. I could probably write a novel on self-reflections but I'll keep them within the confines of my journal in order to spare you the boredom.
On a lighter note, I have learned something about myself very worth noting - apparently, I am allergic to seafood.
I'm not surprised that it has taken me this long to realize my allergy; the last time I ate fish was probably when I was eight, and it was most likely a tunafish sandwich. I don't like the smell of seafood, and of the far and few between moments where I was daring enough to have a bite of fish off a family members plate I crinkled my nose in distaste. However, with my newly found adventurous side I decided to take advantage of neighboring the sea and try the fresh Mediterranean seafood. As a result of being so daring (and quite honestly trying to please my hosts,) I am covered in hives. Luckily for me, this allergy presents a prohibition of something I definitely won't miss.
Friday, August 6, 2010
Granada
The last two days were spent in Granada in the beautiful and historical south of Spain. Before I begin my narration of the trip's events, I'd like to point out how lucky I am to be able to travel and see so much of this country I have grown to love. I need to thank Marie and Carmen for making our mini-vacation not only enjoyable, but also easy and nearly expense-free! I also need to thank Lauren and Reghan for being the perfect undemanding and agreeable balance to my occasionally high-maintenance tendencies while traveling :)
Our bus left from Alicante even before the sunrise, an exhausting commencement which made the four and a half hour voyage much more bearable with sleepy eyes. Marie graciously paid for our ida y vuelta (two-way) bus tickets, making the bus ride that much sweeter.
We arrived in the early afternoon and took a taxi to our hotel located conveniently al lado de La Alhambra. We spent the day sunning at the hotel pool, eating at the hotel buffet and finally taking a siesta atop fluffy hotel bedding :)
Carmen made reservations for us at a renown restaurant overlooking the most breathtaking view of La Alhambra: el Restaurante Carmen Mirador de Aixa. We must have been a spectacle for the employees of the restaurant: three giddy, giggling American girls taking as many pictures as bites of food. Not to mention when half way through our first course the Host approached us with cordless phone in hand, "Carmen Cortes," he hesitantly handed us the phone. Carmen and Marie had called the restaurant and asked to speak with "the three pretty girls with reservations" to make sure we liked the place.
"Te gusta mucha, eh?" Yes Carmen, we really really like the restaurant.
"Keep doing as you are doing, ok." Ok Marie, we will continue enjoying ourselves immensely thanks to you.
I guess you have to know Marie and Carmen to understand that while their mid-meal phone call to the restaurant may seem unprecedented (we all have cell phones), I have a feeling they do this often for all of their guests.
http://www.miradordeaixa.com/ <-- check out the website!
The food was amazing. A glass of white wine and a palate cleansing apple and frozen yogurt dish was presented to us to start. We ordered a white asparagus salad por el centro (to share) and each ordered our own main course. My choice was a suggestion of the house: steak in a mango and apple salsa, accompanied by carrots, truffles, and potatoes. De-lish. For dessert the three of us shared a warm brownie with ice cream, and white and dark chocolate "pearls" with a rasberry mouse. Needless to say, I never wanted this meal to end. However, all good things must come to an end, and by the end of the meal we experienced a beautiful sunset, the lighting of the Alhambra, and free mouth watering chupitos gratis.
Day two was spent sight seeing. I must precede the sights we visited with this fun fact: Michelle Obama followed us every where we went.
We had no idea Michelle and Sasha Obama were going to be in Granada when we booked our trip, but once we got there, it was impossible not to recognize their expected arrival. We heard people in every language having conversations on the street interspersed with "Obama" at every other word. It was amazing to me how excited these people were for the arrival of our First Lady - camera men were set up outside hours before her ETA and police men were patrolled on crowd-control on every corner.
Our first stop was La Catedral - unfortunately I think that the anticipation of Michelle's arrival somehow disillusioned our self guided walking tour through the giant church. Maybe I would have gotten more out of it if I wasn't constantly planning strategies to hide myself between pews to avoid the inevitable closing, and therefore retreat, of La Catedral for the Obamas....
When we were finally escorted out of La Catedral, we decided it would be a good idea to grab some Gelato (when isn't a good time for Gelato, right?) Wrong. Bad idea. We quickly were coerced outside of the gelateria by police officers - aparrently Michelle had the same craving for Gelato. After Michelle enjoyed her ice cream (a chocolate cup) we were allowed back in, along with cameramen and newscasters - we got our faces on TV eating at the same place the First Lady tasted her ice cream! The gelato was amazing ... good choice, Michelle.
Our final stop was La Alhambra. (Although we had to rearrange our entry time to earlier due to Michelle's arrival at the same time at which our ticket was reserved. At this point I was getting pretty tired of Mrs. Obama following us around.)
La Alhambra is HUGE! What's even more impressive is the history behind it; I found the Islamic influence amongst the stores throughout Granada captivating, but walking through the Old Islamic Palace left me awestruck.
It still feels surreal that I have the opportunity to see all these amazing sites - I always thought the closest I would get to seeing La Alhambra would be on post cards....
Our bus left from Alicante even before the sunrise, an exhausting commencement which made the four and a half hour voyage much more bearable with sleepy eyes. Marie graciously paid for our ida y vuelta (two-way) bus tickets, making the bus ride that much sweeter.
We arrived in the early afternoon and took a taxi to our hotel located conveniently al lado de La Alhambra. We spent the day sunning at the hotel pool, eating at the hotel buffet and finally taking a siesta atop fluffy hotel bedding :)
Carmen made reservations for us at a renown restaurant overlooking the most breathtaking view of La Alhambra: el Restaurante Carmen Mirador de Aixa. We must have been a spectacle for the employees of the restaurant: three giddy, giggling American girls taking as many pictures as bites of food. Not to mention when half way through our first course the Host approached us with cordless phone in hand, "Carmen Cortes," he hesitantly handed us the phone. Carmen and Marie had called the restaurant and asked to speak with "the three pretty girls with reservations" to make sure we liked the place.
"Te gusta mucha, eh?" Yes Carmen, we really really like the restaurant.
"Keep doing as you are doing, ok." Ok Marie, we will continue enjoying ourselves immensely thanks to you.
I guess you have to know Marie and Carmen to understand that while their mid-meal phone call to the restaurant may seem unprecedented (we all have cell phones), I have a feeling they do this often for all of their guests.
http://www.miradordeaixa.com/ <-- check out the website!
The food was amazing. A glass of white wine and a palate cleansing apple and frozen yogurt dish was presented to us to start. We ordered a white asparagus salad por el centro (to share) and each ordered our own main course. My choice was a suggestion of the house: steak in a mango and apple salsa, accompanied by carrots, truffles, and potatoes. De-lish. For dessert the three of us shared a warm brownie with ice cream, and white and dark chocolate "pearls" with a rasberry mouse. Needless to say, I never wanted this meal to end. However, all good things must come to an end, and by the end of the meal we experienced a beautiful sunset, the lighting of the Alhambra, and free mouth watering chupitos gratis.
Day two was spent sight seeing. I must precede the sights we visited with this fun fact: Michelle Obama followed us every where we went.
We had no idea Michelle and Sasha Obama were going to be in Granada when we booked our trip, but once we got there, it was impossible not to recognize their expected arrival. We heard people in every language having conversations on the street interspersed with "Obama" at every other word. It was amazing to me how excited these people were for the arrival of our First Lady - camera men were set up outside hours before her ETA and police men were patrolled on crowd-control on every corner.
Our first stop was La Catedral - unfortunately I think that the anticipation of Michelle's arrival somehow disillusioned our self guided walking tour through the giant church. Maybe I would have gotten more out of it if I wasn't constantly planning strategies to hide myself between pews to avoid the inevitable closing, and therefore retreat, of La Catedral for the Obamas....
When we were finally escorted out of La Catedral, we decided it would be a good idea to grab some Gelato (when isn't a good time for Gelato, right?) Wrong. Bad idea. We quickly were coerced outside of the gelateria by police officers - aparrently Michelle had the same craving for Gelato. After Michelle enjoyed her ice cream (a chocolate cup) we were allowed back in, along with cameramen and newscasters - we got our faces on TV eating at the same place the First Lady tasted her ice cream! The gelato was amazing ... good choice, Michelle.
Our final stop was La Alhambra. (Although we had to rearrange our entry time to earlier due to Michelle's arrival at the same time at which our ticket was reserved. At this point I was getting pretty tired of Mrs. Obama following us around.)
La Alhambra is HUGE! What's even more impressive is the history behind it; I found the Islamic influence amongst the stores throughout Granada captivating, but walking through the Old Islamic Palace left me awestruck.
It still feels surreal that I have the opportunity to see all these amazing sites - I always thought the closest I would get to seeing La Alhambra would be on post cards....
Monday, August 2, 2010
Es la leche.
While it literally translates to "It's the milk," "Es la Leche" is the Spanish slang equivalent to "It's the bomb" in English.
This phrase is one I learned tonight at dinner, amongst other things. I've only been in Alicante for two full days and already I feel more enlightened, enriched, and enthusiastic about Spanish culture, and to be quite honest, a way of living in general.
For our ten day stay, Lauren, her cousin Reghan, and I are being hosted by their Mothers' cousin Marie and her best friend Carmen. The piso we are sharing with them is fabulous; it's like nothing I imagined living in here in Spain (especially after nearly six weeks in Rafaela's lackluster apartment). Leading up to the doorway of the building sits a beautiful plaza complete with small cafe's accompanied by friendly locals, and a gorgeous fountain surrounded by even more gorgeous flowers and foliage.
Carmen's place occupies the first floor of the apartment building dating back to 1905. The original tall hard wood doors meet breathtaking woodwork at the ceiling, and antique tiles at the floor. As soon as I stepped into the piso I thought of my Mom and how much she would admire the original architecture. What's even better is that Lauren's family renovated the apartment to add central air conditioning, wi-fi (pronounced wee-fee here in Espana), and a brand new kitchen/bathrooms. =]
Yesterday was our first full day here, and we had an extraordinary mid-day meal (traditionally the biggest meal of the day for Spaniards): a tomato and cucumber salad, penne pasta with sesame seeds, onion and rabbit, and finally a shepards pie type dish with bull's tail - the meat was from the actual bull slaughtered at the past weekend's local bull fight.
We spent the rest of the day at the beach - only a block away - and exploring "el barrio" where the majority of young night life takes place. Alicante is much smaller than Barcelona, but I like it this way. It is less expensive and everyone seems to know at least someone wherever they go.
Today, we went to a a farther, very relaxing beach called San Juan.
Later in the evening Marie and Carmen took us to the house of their dear friend, Laura, whom lives on the outskirts of the city in an incredible house / studio. The outside of the house is bright blue and the inside looks like it come straight out of a movie! Laura owns her own online Espadrille store (espadrillesetc.com - check it out!) and the warehouse sits beneath her living quarters. Obviously, we got our own personal shopping experience. ;)
After an hour or so of shopping in Laura's home, we went out for an amazing dinner. The food was savory, but the company was even better. Ranging from 77 to 19 years of age, eight of us shared wine, tapas, and a million stories that had us laughing to the point of tears. I can't find the words to explain the entertainment brought on by the comedy act that is the "Marie and Carmen show" nor can I illustrate the absolute zeal for life, intelligence and generosity radiated by M&C and their friends alike. However, I think I can vow for Reghan, Lauren and I when I say that tonight was definitely one of the best, if not the best, nights in Spain yet. Alicante is a wonderful city in itself, but being able to enjoy it with these people has transformed my vacation into a magnificently life-changing event. It's only been two days in Alicante and already I realize how blessed I am to be here with these people. Marie, Carmen, and Laura all have incredible stories about their lives, and once I learn more about them I'm sure I will be sharing them with anyone who wants to listen!
I can only hope that I have half as much intelligence, culture, and absolute passion for life as these women do in 40+ years.
Two days in, and I can honestly say, this trip es La Leche.
This phrase is one I learned tonight at dinner, amongst other things. I've only been in Alicante for two full days and already I feel more enlightened, enriched, and enthusiastic about Spanish culture, and to be quite honest, a way of living in general.
For our ten day stay, Lauren, her cousin Reghan, and I are being hosted by their Mothers' cousin Marie and her best friend Carmen. The piso we are sharing with them is fabulous; it's like nothing I imagined living in here in Spain (especially after nearly six weeks in Rafaela's lackluster apartment). Leading up to the doorway of the building sits a beautiful plaza complete with small cafe's accompanied by friendly locals, and a gorgeous fountain surrounded by even more gorgeous flowers and foliage.
Carmen's place occupies the first floor of the apartment building dating back to 1905. The original tall hard wood doors meet breathtaking woodwork at the ceiling, and antique tiles at the floor. As soon as I stepped into the piso I thought of my Mom and how much she would admire the original architecture. What's even better is that Lauren's family renovated the apartment to add central air conditioning, wi-fi (pronounced wee-fee here in Espana), and a brand new kitchen/bathrooms. =] Yesterday was our first full day here, and we had an extraordinary mid-day meal (traditionally the biggest meal of the day for Spaniards): a tomato and cucumber salad, penne pasta with sesame seeds, onion and rabbit, and finally a shepards pie type dish with bull's tail - the meat was from the actual bull slaughtered at the past weekend's local bull fight.
We spent the rest of the day at the beach - only a block away - and exploring "el barrio" where the majority of young night life takes place. Alicante is much smaller than Barcelona, but I like it this way. It is less expensive and everyone seems to know at least someone wherever they go.
Today, we went to a a farther, very relaxing beach called San Juan.
Later in the evening Marie and Carmen took us to the house of their dear friend, Laura, whom lives on the outskirts of the city in an incredible house / studio. The outside of the house is bright blue and the inside looks like it come straight out of a movie! Laura owns her own online Espadrille store (espadrillesetc.com - check it out!) and the warehouse sits beneath her living quarters. Obviously, we got our own personal shopping experience. ;)
After an hour or so of shopping in Laura's home, we went out for an amazing dinner. The food was savory, but the company was even better. Ranging from 77 to 19 years of age, eight of us shared wine, tapas, and a million stories that had us laughing to the point of tears. I can't find the words to explain the entertainment brought on by the comedy act that is the "Marie and Carmen show" nor can I illustrate the absolute zeal for life, intelligence and generosity radiated by M&C and their friends alike. However, I think I can vow for Reghan, Lauren and I when I say that tonight was definitely one of the best, if not the best, nights in Spain yet. Alicante is a wonderful city in itself, but being able to enjoy it with these people has transformed my vacation into a magnificently life-changing event. It's only been two days in Alicante and already I realize how blessed I am to be here with these people. Marie, Carmen, and Laura all have incredible stories about their lives, and once I learn more about them I'm sure I will be sharing them with anyone who wants to listen!
I can only hope that I have half as much intelligence, culture, and absolute passion for life as these women do in 40+ years.
Two days in, and I can honestly say, this trip es La Leche.
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Rafaela
I miss Rafaela already. I miss the corrections she made on my Spanish grammar, the animated noises she made in place of vocabulary, her dinners, her racist jokes, her lessons on slaughtering, and even the bedroom we slept in for 6 weeks (although not too much, for the next ten days I will be spoiled with air conditioning.)
At nearly 73 years old Rafaela is quick, motivated and feisty. And I love it.
It's only been ten hours since I left her humble abode and I miss her already. To quote Rafaela in a few words, "Que Pena."
At nearly 73 years old Rafaela is quick, motivated and feisty. And I love it.
It's only been ten hours since I left her humble abode and I miss her already. To quote Rafaela in a few words, "Que Pena."
Hasta Luego
Estoy Cansada.
Last night we went out with other sad-to-leave-Barcelona ISA students to say our goodbyes, and celebrate, for one last time, our stay in Barcelona. We shared one last order of Patatas Bravas and each ordered a snack-bar sized cocktail of our choice. Cocotitto was mine - an oversized pina colada of sorts.
The tapas and drinks were very enjoyable, but what I think I will remember the most are the stories we shared, the reflections we reminisced upon, the games we played, and the laughter that encompassed it all.
We ended up bidding our final adieus amongst the irksome vendors and drunken party-ers outside between to night clubs at the beach. Morgan and Mallory promised to come up north to visit, affirming that "you don't just click like this with anyone." Teary eyed, I agreed.
While six weeks may not seem like a sufficient amount of time to build strong friendships, and while I wish I had an entire semester to spend with the friends I've made, I am amazed by the bond formed not only between me and this fantastic city, but also between new friends.
Here I was about to type "Adios," but I think "Hasta luego" is more fitting. I will definitely find my way back to this city.
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Hola, Alicante!!
After struggling terribly trying to board my 60+ lb. maleta (suitcase), I slouched into my assigned seat with a sigh of relief - ah, finally a moment to relax after being up since 7 AM.
Just as the train began to move, two girls approached me and asked in perfect Spanish if I wouldn't mind changing with one of them so they could sit together. Of course I didn't mind. But now I do. Now that I am sitting in one of only two booth-like rows on the train, bent knees practically kissing those of the elderly Spanish man facing me, adjacent to his equally elderly and snoring wife, yes, I mind.
However, I sought out the bright side as I am constantly forcing myself to do; the ride was only 5 and a half hours long and once I lug my belongings to Carmen's (a family friend of Lauren's with whom we are staying for the remainder of our trip) I will have ten days of beautiful beaching in the South of Spain until I have to travel again.
Last night we went out with other sad-to-leave-Barcelona ISA students to say our goodbyes, and celebrate, for one last time, our stay in Barcelona. We shared one last order of Patatas Bravas and each ordered a snack-bar sized cocktail of our choice. Cocotitto was mine - an oversized pina colada of sorts.
The tapas and drinks were very enjoyable, but what I think I will remember the most are the stories we shared, the reflections we reminisced upon, the games we played, and the laughter that encompassed it all.
We ended up bidding our final adieus amongst the irksome vendors and drunken party-ers outside between to night clubs at the beach. Morgan and Mallory promised to come up north to visit, affirming that "you don't just click like this with anyone." Teary eyed, I agreed.
While six weeks may not seem like a sufficient amount of time to build strong friendships, and while I wish I had an entire semester to spend with the friends I've made, I am amazed by the bond formed not only between me and this fantastic city, but also between new friends.
Here I was about to type "Adios," but I think "Hasta luego" is more fitting. I will definitely find my way back to this city.
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Hola, Alicante!!
After struggling terribly trying to board my 60+ lb. maleta (suitcase), I slouched into my assigned seat with a sigh of relief - ah, finally a moment to relax after being up since 7 AM.
Just as the train began to move, two girls approached me and asked in perfect Spanish if I wouldn't mind changing with one of them so they could sit together. Of course I didn't mind. But now I do. Now that I am sitting in one of only two booth-like rows on the train, bent knees practically kissing those of the elderly Spanish man facing me, adjacent to his equally elderly and snoring wife, yes, I mind.
However, I sought out the bright side as I am constantly forcing myself to do; the ride was only 5 and a half hours long and once I lug my belongings to Carmen's (a family friend of Lauren's with whom we are staying for the remainder of our trip) I will have ten days of beautiful beaching in the South of Spain until I have to travel again.
Friday, July 30, 2010
lluvia
It actually rained for the first time here in Barcelona since June. Today was the first day I have ever walked to class without a crystal clear blue sky over my head. Today was also my final exam, marking the end of my studies in Barcelona. Coincidental or Foreboding?
Luckily, I think the exam went pretty well! Now, if only the sun would come back out permanently, I plan on spending the day bronzing one last time upon the Barcelona sand.
A las 11 in the morning I will be en route to Alicante for the remainder of my European adventure!
The end is in sight...
XOXO
Luckily, I think the exam went pretty well! Now, if only the sun would come back out permanently, I plan on spending the day bronzing one last time upon the Barcelona sand.
A las 11 in the morning I will be en route to Alicante for the remainder of my European adventure!
The end is in sight...
XOXO
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
When in Rome...
I’m not sure that if, for the three days I was in Rome, I “did as the Romans do,” but I am sure that I had an unbelievably incredible time nonetheless.
Day one:
We woke up to a knock on our door from the Hotel Touring doorman/receptionist/room service attendant/maid bringing us our breakfast a half hour earlier than we requested. Our two star breakfast of champions: two questionable croissants, one water with a hint of OJ, two extra strong cappuccinos and one most probably lethal coffee. Thankfully we chose Hotel Touring for it’s college friendly price and proximity to the train station, not it’s accommodations :)
We bought a “Roma Pass” that gave us line-cutting privileges and free entrance to two museums. First stop via Roma Pass: The Coliseum and Forum. I won’t bore you with details but I will say that I was overwhelmed by the beauty, the views and the history our first two visits.
We spent a good portion of our morning touring the Coliseum, and the rest of the afternoon hunting for other well known tourist spots and the best photo opts:
Spanish Steps
I was really excited to visit the Spanish Steps (I get excited about most things “Spanish”)
Trevi Fountain
The Trevi Fountain was PACKED with tourists taking pictures, throwing coins, making wishes and taking pictures of others throwing coins while making wishes. It was beautiful!! I threw three monedas over my shoulder, and made three different wishes.
Pantheon
I heard the Pantheon was a must-see attraction, so I dragged everyone across town (after our first pizza experience in Rome) to see the city’s oldest church. It is amazing to me how so many years BC such a magnificent building could be constructed. While the famous open dome meant as the Gods’ exit at night is the Pantheon’s claim to fame, I couldn’t help but remain awestricken by the floor; tiny holes in the tile drilled precisely to form one of the world’s most impressive irrigation systems. I would think a huge non-retractable sun roof atop any building would be asking for a flood, let alone atop one constructed in ancient times.
Day two:
Sunday we woke up and dressed in our Sunday’s best and headed to St. Clemente’s Basilica to experience an Italian mass. I only caught about every 60th word, but I enjoyed admiring the beautiful church while listening to the Italian service. Photography was prohibited, otherwise I would have taken a ton of pictures - this church is definitely one of Rome’s hidden gems. The church itself is built on top of two other ancient churches discovered during relatively recent excavations. The first pagan church is two floors underground, built in the 1st century BC. The second, a Catholic church, was constructed on top of the pagan church in the 4th century AD. It was amazing to walk through the old churches’ ruins and admire the remnants of altars, artworks, and even running spring water!
The rest of Sunday was spent leisurely walking around, simply getting lost in the city. I can’t find another word to describe how I felt about Sunday other than “perfect.” Mallory was on a mission to find two restaurants: Monte Carlo for their famous pizza and Giolitti for their renown gelati. We walked forever trying to find these restaurants, but the fact that I would walk ten times as much to have it again is an understatement! The atmosphere in Monte Carlo’s was friendly and familiar; eating amongst the locals made the pizza even tastier. Giolitti was packed with tourists and locals alike, as I imagine it must always be; it was love at first bite with my hazelnut and baccio cone. Mmmmm <3
All of us girls walked endlessly through cute local squares, finding random cafes and shops in which to visit. My favorite square was Navona; I felt like I was actually in the scene of one of the pictures being painted by one of the dozens of artists working in the square. These pictures speak a thousand words:
For dinner we got dressed up and found a Trattoria in Trastavere for pizza, pasta, bruschetta, and to top it all of, a Bellini. Perfecto!
Day Three:
On our final day in Roma we scheduled a tour through the Vatican. Being a huge “DaVinci Code” and “Angels and Demons” fan, I was anticipating an interesting tour filled with history and ancient symbology, something I was truly looking forward to. However, the tour was nothing like what I was expecting - It was way, way more. Although, I couldn’t help but wish Robert Langdon was by my side the whole time...
A slight sense of gloom accompanied me on my trudge to class this morning; according to Lauren I was fighting a “Rome Hangover.” Apparently when I left the Rome airport I brought back souvenirs, a couple extra pizza pounds, and a mini form of Roman-sentimentality-induced depression. Luckily a day swimming and sunning at Barcelona’s Olympic pool and a delicious dinner alla Rafaela brought me out of my misery and I’m ready to enjoy the last few days I have left in Barca!
Day one:
We woke up to a knock on our door from the Hotel Touring doorman/receptionist/room service attendant/maid bringing us our breakfast a half hour earlier than we requested. Our two star breakfast of champions: two questionable croissants, one water with a hint of OJ, two extra strong cappuccinos and one most probably lethal coffee. Thankfully we chose Hotel Touring for it’s college friendly price and proximity to the train station, not it’s accommodations :)
We bought a “Roma Pass” that gave us line-cutting privileges and free entrance to two museums. First stop via Roma Pass: The Coliseum and Forum. I won’t bore you with details but I will say that I was overwhelmed by the beauty, the views and the history our first two visits.
We spent a good portion of our morning touring the Coliseum, and the rest of the afternoon hunting for other well known tourist spots and the best photo opts:
Spanish Steps
I was really excited to visit the Spanish Steps (I get excited about most things “Spanish”)
Trevi Fountain
The Trevi Fountain was PACKED with tourists taking pictures, throwing coins, making wishes and taking pictures of others throwing coins while making wishes. It was beautiful!! I threw three monedas over my shoulder, and made three different wishes.
Pantheon
I heard the Pantheon was a must-see attraction, so I dragged everyone across town (after our first pizza experience in Rome) to see the city’s oldest church. It is amazing to me how so many years BC such a magnificent building could be constructed. While the famous open dome meant as the Gods’ exit at night is the Pantheon’s claim to fame, I couldn’t help but remain awestricken by the floor; tiny holes in the tile drilled precisely to form one of the world’s most impressive irrigation systems. I would think a huge non-retractable sun roof atop any building would be asking for a flood, let alone atop one constructed in ancient times.
Day two:
Sunday we woke up and dressed in our Sunday’s best and headed to St. Clemente’s Basilica to experience an Italian mass. I only caught about every 60th word, but I enjoyed admiring the beautiful church while listening to the Italian service. Photography was prohibited, otherwise I would have taken a ton of pictures - this church is definitely one of Rome’s hidden gems. The church itself is built on top of two other ancient churches discovered during relatively recent excavations. The first pagan church is two floors underground, built in the 1st century BC. The second, a Catholic church, was constructed on top of the pagan church in the 4th century AD. It was amazing to walk through the old churches’ ruins and admire the remnants of altars, artworks, and even running spring water!
The rest of Sunday was spent leisurely walking around, simply getting lost in the city. I can’t find another word to describe how I felt about Sunday other than “perfect.” Mallory was on a mission to find two restaurants: Monte Carlo for their famous pizza and Giolitti for their renown gelati. We walked forever trying to find these restaurants, but the fact that I would walk ten times as much to have it again is an understatement! The atmosphere in Monte Carlo’s was friendly and familiar; eating amongst the locals made the pizza even tastier. Giolitti was packed with tourists and locals alike, as I imagine it must always be; it was love at first bite with my hazelnut and baccio cone. Mmmmm <3
All of us girls walked endlessly through cute local squares, finding random cafes and shops in which to visit. My favorite square was Navona; I felt like I was actually in the scene of one of the pictures being painted by one of the dozens of artists working in the square. These pictures speak a thousand words:
For dinner we got dressed up and found a Trattoria in Trastavere for pizza, pasta, bruschetta, and to top it all of, a Bellini. Perfecto!
Day Three:
On our final day in Roma we scheduled a tour through the Vatican. Being a huge “DaVinci Code” and “Angels and Demons” fan, I was anticipating an interesting tour filled with history and ancient symbology, something I was truly looking forward to. However, the tour was nothing like what I was expecting - It was way, way more. Although, I couldn’t help but wish Robert Langdon was by my side the whole time...
A slight sense of gloom accompanied me on my trudge to class this morning; according to Lauren I was fighting a “Rome Hangover.” Apparently when I left the Rome airport I brought back souvenirs, a couple extra pizza pounds, and a mini form of Roman-sentimentality-induced depression. Luckily a day swimming and sunning at Barcelona’s Olympic pool and a delicious dinner alla Rafaela brought me out of my misery and I’m ready to enjoy the last few days I have left in Barca!
Friday, July 23, 2010
Roma, tomorrow!
I like beginnings, I don't like endings. I like that my planner starts off with a lot of space to write at the beginning of the week and not nearly as much for the weekend. I like the first page of a book because there are so many directions it could take. I like the first few bites of cake because you don't yet feel guilty, and I like the first day of school because the only source of stress comes from choosing the best outfit to wear. I'm an early riser by definition, but "morning person" by choice. I love the beginning of the day because I have so much to look forward to. Similarly, I love the beginning of a trip because the opportunities seem endless.
This weekend marks the beginning of my Roman adventures, but marks the end of my trip in Barcelona. Only five more days in Barcelona! On the bright side, I have 3 days in Italia ahead of me that I am looking forward to immensely. And, on July 31st I have 10 more days in the South of Spain!
The optimist in me is trying hard to concentrate on the fact that I have almost a full week left of exploring, partying, and absorbing Barcelona.
I won´t be able to blog until after I return from Roma, but hopefully I will come back with plenty to share!
Adios hasta martes xxoo
This weekend marks the beginning of my Roman adventures, but marks the end of my trip in Barcelona. Only five more days in Barcelona! On the bright side, I have 3 days in Italia ahead of me that I am looking forward to immensely. And, on July 31st I have 10 more days in the South of Spain!
The optimist in me is trying hard to concentrate on the fact that I have almost a full week left of exploring, partying, and absorbing Barcelona.
I won´t be able to blog until after I return from Roma, but hopefully I will come back with plenty to share!
Adios hasta martes xxoo
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Hola, ya'll.
By now I've introduced our new Texan friends, Morgan and Mallory, enough that I think it's time to eliminate the prefix and simply refer to them by first names. However, it is worth noting that they, like many other ISA students, are from Texas. We have other friends from South Carolina and the Midwest and I can't help but acknowledge their accents. "Ya'll" is as common here in the every day dialogue as is "Hola." I'm beginning to think it's part of the Spanish vernacular.
Jessica and Diana admitted they have fear that I will only speak in Spanish when I get back to the states; I have fear that I will catch the "ya'll" bug. It's frighteningly contagious and I find myself deliberately and consciously avoiding the southern colloquial fusion of "you" and "all." In a way it makes sense, making "you" plural, in fact, in Spain they have dedicated a complete verb tense to the plural form of "you:" vosotros. Not that I'm suggesting it for the North.
Sorry that my inner English Teacher is coming out, but I can't help my nerdy tendencies to evaluate grammar.
Anyway, Morgan, Mallory, Lauren and I leave for Rome tomorrow night! I can barely contain my excitement for pizza, pasta, and gelato!!! :) - Although, today was a particularly good day for Spanish food - Rafaela made Paella again! (Dinner conversation was also muy bien, Lauren and I have reached a level in our Spanish speaking skills where we can more or less gossip. Rafaela loves getting the scoop on the other home stays. Quite comical, I really need to video tape our conversations one of these days!!)
Ciao, Ya'll ;)
Jessica and Diana admitted they have fear that I will only speak in Spanish when I get back to the states; I have fear that I will catch the "ya'll" bug. It's frighteningly contagious and I find myself deliberately and consciously avoiding the southern colloquial fusion of "you" and "all." In a way it makes sense, making "you" plural, in fact, in Spain they have dedicated a complete verb tense to the plural form of "you:" vosotros. Not that I'm suggesting it for the North.
Sorry that my inner English Teacher is coming out, but I can't help my nerdy tendencies to evaluate grammar.
Anyway, Morgan, Mallory, Lauren and I leave for Rome tomorrow night! I can barely contain my excitement for pizza, pasta, and gelato!!! :) - Although, today was a particularly good day for Spanish food - Rafaela made Paella again! (Dinner conversation was also muy bien, Lauren and I have reached a level in our Spanish speaking skills where we can more or less gossip. Rafaela loves getting the scoop on the other home stays. Quite comical, I really need to video tape our conversations one of these days!!)
Ciao, Ya'll ;)
Buenas Vistas
On Tuesday, I had leisurely day filled with beautiful views of the city. In the morning, Lauren and I visited the famous Ciutadella Park to admire the landscape and to escape the hustle and bustle of construction and traffic that we wake to every morning. Despite the heat, it was relaxing to walk through the park, enjoy the gardens and people watch.
Later in the day, we met up with Morgan and Mallory and journeyed to Mount Tibidabo; the highest peak in Barcelona at an altitude of 512 meters. Tibidabo is famous for it's amusement park, complete with rides from it's original opening at the turn of the 20th century. Unfortunately for us (or maybe fortunately) the park was closed so we couldn't ride any attractions, we simply took pictures. What is even more unfortunate, however, is that it was closed because a fifteen year old girl died on one of the rides Saturday afternoon. I don't know many details because I only heard via word of mouth - I'm surprised there wasn't more news on the issue.
On a lighter note, however, what is even more notable on the mountain is the Temple de Sagrat Cor, the famous church that is visible from most points in the city and is the focal point of the view from our bedroom! Every night it glows and lights up the mountain; it is a truly magical view and I couldn't wait to visit it during the day! It was even more beautiful in person. We paid 2 Euro to take an elevator the top for an absolutely spectacular view of the city.
Later in the day, we met up with Morgan and Mallory and journeyed to Mount Tibidabo; the highest peak in Barcelona at an altitude of 512 meters. Tibidabo is famous for it's amusement park, complete with rides from it's original opening at the turn of the 20th century. Unfortunately for us (or maybe fortunately) the park was closed so we couldn't ride any attractions, we simply took pictures. What is even more unfortunate, however, is that it was closed because a fifteen year old girl died on one of the rides Saturday afternoon. I don't know many details because I only heard via word of mouth - I'm surprised there wasn't more news on the issue.
On a lighter note, however, what is even more notable on the mountain is the Temple de Sagrat Cor, the famous church that is visible from most points in the city and is the focal point of the view from our bedroom! Every night it glows and lights up the mountain; it is a truly magical view and I couldn't wait to visit it during the day! It was even more beautiful in person. We paid 2 Euro to take an elevator the top for an absolutely spectacular view of the city.
Monday, July 19, 2010
Costa Brava!!
Saturday morning ISA took us on a trip to Costa Brava. Our first stop was Ciudad Romana; a site of Roman ruins dating back to centuries BC. The tour guides dressed up in Roman garb and took on the role of one of the inhabitants of the old “Domus’” or houses. I took the tour in Spanish (taking a leap of faith that I would understand ancient Roman history in a different language) and found it interesting to learn about the lifestyle living in a Domus, the Tabernae (shops - the mosaics were still intact on the floor tile white pictures of what the shop sold!), the Palestra (gym) and the public baths (gross).
After our tour, we had free time to visit the quaint town of Sant Marti D’ Empuries and relax on the beach. We rented a paddle boat with a tall slide attached for 12 Euro and spent an hour paddling, swimming and sliding ... it was SO much fun!!
We later checked into el Hotel Grecs in Roses, Costa Brava; a small residential coast with a beautiful view and next to no night life. Our hotel room had a breathtaking view, and although it lacked air conditioning (which I was looking forward to as an escape from Rafaela’s third story sauna,) as well as many other simple amenities, we had glass doors that opened up to a small balcony immediately over looking the pool and farther, the marina. We slept with the doors wide open and the cool breeze coming off of the water made for a very relaxing night’s sleep, and a very welcoming rising.
We went out to dinner in Roses -- it was a long walk down curving hills to the nearest restaurant, famished and tired of walking we chose the restaurant that seemed to have the most extensive menu along the water. “El Grille Steack House Pizzeria” was the restaurant’s official name - a title we did not take note of until after we ordered our drinks. We laughed to the point of tears when we noticed the misspelling of “Steak House” and worried what we were getting ourselves into by choosing a Catalan restaurant disguising itself not only as an American “Steack House” but also an Italian Pizzeria .... luckily, I live to tell this story. My hunger was satisfied and we even got some free drinks at the end of dinner from Tomas, our cute French waiter.
ISA rented a boat for us to board, heading towards Cadaquez, Costa Brava. The boat was a submarine boat with the bottom floor being 10 feet under water, a central floor with a covered area and an outdoor area, and an uncovered top floor. We played music, took pictures and soaked in the Mediterranean sun and it’s surroundings. I felt like I was part of a music video. Eventually, the boat anchored and we had time to slide(!) off the boat and swim in the crystal blue water of the Mediterranean sea. The entire time I kept asking myself, “How will I ever go back to swimming in the Atlantic?”
When the boat made it to our final destination, Cadaquez, Lauren and our two friends Morgan and Mallory and I wondered through the town on foot for awhile. We visited a few shops but most of all walked the coast to admire the breathtaking views. Most of the time we walked in silence, literally speechless. My pictures can never do justice to the beauty of Cadaquez - I wish all my family and friends could have been there with me to understand why in the future, I just might have to move there ;)
I had the best Gazpacho yet at a marina-side restaurant called ‘Ix! Restaurante.’ The employees only spoke Catalan so I was thankful the language barrier didn’t result in any order/delivery miscommunications :)
The town’s claim to fame is that Dali used to live there, and his house remains as a tourist attraction and remembrance to the famous painter. I didn’t get a chance to see the house, but I did purchase a replica painting of Dali’s, depicting his home town and the most beautiful marina I have ever seen. I can’t wait to frame it and hang it in my room!
The boat ride back to the bus was less animated; the hot sun left us all exhausted and I even took a twenty minute siesta laying out on the top deck. When I woke up, the captains of the boat called me in and told me to drive the boat (?!) I guess I just radiate good driving skills .... ha. It was a lot of fun!
Now we’re back in Barcelona and I’m ready for another week of school, sight seeing, and shopping! Only 5 more days until I’m in Roma, Italia!!
Ciao XOXO
After our tour, we had free time to visit the quaint town of Sant Marti D’ Empuries and relax on the beach. We rented a paddle boat with a tall slide attached for 12 Euro and spent an hour paddling, swimming and sliding ... it was SO much fun!!
We later checked into el Hotel Grecs in Roses, Costa Brava; a small residential coast with a beautiful view and next to no night life. Our hotel room had a breathtaking view, and although it lacked air conditioning (which I was looking forward to as an escape from Rafaela’s third story sauna,) as well as many other simple amenities, we had glass doors that opened up to a small balcony immediately over looking the pool and farther, the marina. We slept with the doors wide open and the cool breeze coming off of the water made for a very relaxing night’s sleep, and a very welcoming rising.
We went out to dinner in Roses -- it was a long walk down curving hills to the nearest restaurant, famished and tired of walking we chose the restaurant that seemed to have the most extensive menu along the water. “El Grille Steack House Pizzeria” was the restaurant’s official name - a title we did not take note of until after we ordered our drinks. We laughed to the point of tears when we noticed the misspelling of “Steak House” and worried what we were getting ourselves into by choosing a Catalan restaurant disguising itself not only as an American “Steack House” but also an Italian Pizzeria .... luckily, I live to tell this story. My hunger was satisfied and we even got some free drinks at the end of dinner from Tomas, our cute French waiter.
ISA rented a boat for us to board, heading towards Cadaquez, Costa Brava. The boat was a submarine boat with the bottom floor being 10 feet under water, a central floor with a covered area and an outdoor area, and an uncovered top floor. We played music, took pictures and soaked in the Mediterranean sun and it’s surroundings. I felt like I was part of a music video. Eventually, the boat anchored and we had time to slide(!) off the boat and swim in the crystal blue water of the Mediterranean sea. The entire time I kept asking myself, “How will I ever go back to swimming in the Atlantic?”
When the boat made it to our final destination, Cadaquez, Lauren and our two friends Morgan and Mallory and I wondered through the town on foot for awhile. We visited a few shops but most of all walked the coast to admire the breathtaking views. Most of the time we walked in silence, literally speechless. My pictures can never do justice to the beauty of Cadaquez - I wish all my family and friends could have been there with me to understand why in the future, I just might have to move there ;)
I had the best Gazpacho yet at a marina-side restaurant called ‘Ix! Restaurante.’ The employees only spoke Catalan so I was thankful the language barrier didn’t result in any order/delivery miscommunications :)
The town’s claim to fame is that Dali used to live there, and his house remains as a tourist attraction and remembrance to the famous painter. I didn’t get a chance to see the house, but I did purchase a replica painting of Dali’s, depicting his home town and the most beautiful marina I have ever seen. I can’t wait to frame it and hang it in my room!
The boat ride back to the bus was less animated; the hot sun left us all exhausted and I even took a twenty minute siesta laying out on the top deck. When I woke up, the captains of the boat called me in and told me to drive the boat (?!) I guess I just radiate good driving skills .... ha. It was a lot of fun!
Now we’re back in Barcelona and I’m ready for another week of school, sight seeing, and shopping! Only 5 more days until I’m in Roma, Italia!!
Ciao XOXO
La Sagrada Familia
On Thursday we visited the city’s gem, Antonio Gaudi’s lifelong art, La Sagrada Familia. The architecture towers over the city and it’s peaks are visible when driving in; a must see for any Barcelona visitor. For over 80 years La Sagrada has been under construction. Gaudi had a vision for his masterpiece while he was still alive, and even moved into it for his last year of life. Decades later it is still being constructed, funded by private donations and constantly being photographed by herds of tourists.
It cost 12 Euro to enter La Sagrada, but we decided not to go inside considering we heard the construction going on indoors made the infinitively long line less than a worthwhile wait. However, standing back and admiring the immaculate (no pun intended) attention to detail was absolutely awe-inspiring. I hope in thirty years - when La Sagrada is predicted to be completed - I can come back to Europe and admire Gaudi’s masterpiece completely finished as he dreamed over eighty years ago.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
A Recap
Monday, July 12th: A day for recooperation
After a very long, very fun, weekend, I was in dire need for a slow-paced Monday. Class went by slowly after we all discussed our weekend festivities. After class, Lauren and I went to the train station to book our tickets to Alicanté on July 31st(!!!!) Two long hours in the waiting room of the train station later, we were released from train station captivity and headed in the direction of Passieg de Gracia - the upscale shopping district of Barcelona. Passieg de Gracia is one long street filled with Fifth Avenue type shopping interspersed among beautiful architecture. Two of Gaudi’s most famous (and my personal favorite) art work/architecture are located on Passieg de Gracia: La Pedrera and El Basllo. Needless to say, the stroll was simply for window shopping and photo opts. This summer study abroad trip hasn’t left me many funds for a new Louie Vouitton or Ferla bag. Nonetheless, it was a more than enjoyable afternoon. We came home to Rafaela’s pizza and went to bed soon after.
Tuesday, July 13th: Montserrat
Hacemos campana! (We played hookey, en espanol.) ...Totally worth it. See previous post. :)
Wednesday, July 14th: Today.
Today we went to class, caught up on the work we missed, and had some very interesting discussions with our Profesora Maria (I won’t go into detail, but basically, one of the girls in our class bought a book filled with cheesy pick up lines in every language. Quite comical.)
After class Lauren and I forced ourselves to go to the beach despite our exhaustion from yesterday. I’m so glad we went. The beach was less crowded than usual so we got the perfect spot next to the water where the cool breeze disguised the humid air we endured walking from class. I helped myself to a fountain diet soda (!!) and then we trekked home to shower before dinner. Dinner tonight: Paella. Deliciosa :)
Tomorrow we have a midterm (yuck) so I am going to study for the rest of the night. After our exam we will visit La Segrada Familia and explore some more neighborhoods. I can’t wait!!
Ciao xoxo
After a very long, very fun, weekend, I was in dire need for a slow-paced Monday. Class went by slowly after we all discussed our weekend festivities. After class, Lauren and I went to the train station to book our tickets to Alicanté on July 31st(!!!!) Two long hours in the waiting room of the train station later, we were released from train station captivity and headed in the direction of Passieg de Gracia - the upscale shopping district of Barcelona. Passieg de Gracia is one long street filled with Fifth Avenue type shopping interspersed among beautiful architecture. Two of Gaudi’s most famous (and my personal favorite) art work/architecture are located on Passieg de Gracia: La Pedrera and El Basllo. Needless to say, the stroll was simply for window shopping and photo opts. This summer study abroad trip hasn’t left me many funds for a new Louie Vouitton or Ferla bag. Nonetheless, it was a more than enjoyable afternoon. We came home to Rafaela’s pizza and went to bed soon after.
Tuesday, July 13th: Montserrat
Hacemos campana! (We played hookey, en espanol.) ...Totally worth it. See previous post. :)
Wednesday, July 14th: Today.
Today we went to class, caught up on the work we missed, and had some very interesting discussions with our Profesora Maria (I won’t go into detail, but basically, one of the girls in our class bought a book filled with cheesy pick up lines in every language. Quite comical.)
After class Lauren and I forced ourselves to go to the beach despite our exhaustion from yesterday. I’m so glad we went. The beach was less crowded than usual so we got the perfect spot next to the water where the cool breeze disguised the humid air we endured walking from class. I helped myself to a fountain diet soda (!!) and then we trekked home to shower before dinner. Dinner tonight: Paella. Deliciosa :)
Tomorrow we have a midterm (yuck) so I am going to study for the rest of the night. After our exam we will visit La Segrada Familia and explore some more neighborhoods. I can’t wait!!
Ciao xoxo
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Climbing Montserrat
Today, Lauren, Jenny (a friend we made here) and I took an hour train ride to Montserrat - a mountain with an old Monastery and various hiking trails leading to best views of Catalunya.
With the same train ticket, we got on a cable car to take us from the train station to Montserrat. From there we had breakfast (the best yogurt I've had in Spain thus far) and began our hike.
At the start there are a lot of statues and historical sights to see. However, once you really start hiking it's all nature! We opted for the longest hike which lead to the top of the mountain. More than 2 and a half hours later, we made it to the top! The view was breathtaking and the pride I felt for making it to the top of 1236 meters (over 4000 feet) is indescribable.
Once the paved paths turned rocky and salamanders out-numbered people, my legs began to ache and I was beginning to curse my over-ambitious personality. Why did I think I could hike an entire mountain under the Mediterranean sun??
The view made it all worth while, and during the hour long descent (and the train we took the rest of the way down) I couldn't help but bask in my glory :) I'm really glad we decided to visit Montserrat to add another cultural sight to my list as well as to say I hiked for nearly 4 hours! I feel great!!
PS- we only veered from the beaten path once (read: got slightly lost) but it made for a really great photo opt!!
With the same train ticket, we got on a cable car to take us from the train station to Montserrat. From there we had breakfast (the best yogurt I've had in Spain thus far) and began our hike.
At the start there are a lot of statues and historical sights to see. However, once you really start hiking it's all nature! We opted for the longest hike which lead to the top of the mountain. More than 2 and a half hours later, we made it to the top! The view was breathtaking and the pride I felt for making it to the top of 1236 meters (over 4000 feet) is indescribable.
Once the paved paths turned rocky and salamanders out-numbered people, my legs began to ache and I was beginning to curse my over-ambitious personality. Why did I think I could hike an entire mountain under the Mediterranean sun??
The view made it all worth while, and during the hour long descent (and the train we took the rest of the way down) I couldn't help but bask in my glory :) I'm really glad we decided to visit Montserrat to add another cultural sight to my list as well as to say I hiked for nearly 4 hours! I feel great!!
PS- we only veered from the beaten path once (read: got slightly lost) but it made for a really great photo opt!!
Monday, July 12, 2010
La Roja Reina
"Yo soy Español, Español, Español, Yo Soy Español, Español, Español ..."
Even on the metro, more than three hours prior to the final match of La Copa Mundial, Spaniards were proudly chanting adorned in red and yellow in anticipation for the 8:30 game. The atmosphere was exhilarating and the spirit was contagious (I couldn't help but join in on the chanting, although I probably should have been singing "NO soy espanol.." ... but when in Rome..)
We watched the game on two huge screens placed strategically in Plaza España. Surrounded by the famously beautiful fountains of Montjuic and over 75,000 other spectators, I could not imagine a better place to watch Spain win the World Cup.
After 118 minutes of arguably boring futbol, the crowed went absolutely wild when Spain scored the only goal of the game. FIreworks erupted, chants commenced, shirts came off, horns were blown and utter chaos ensued.
When it was official that we won, the riots started. I thought I experienced craziness when Maryland beat Duke this past year, but this city was at least fifty times more wild. Words can not describe the sights I saw on the streets!! The celebrations lasted well into the morning (although I went to bed by 3) and still today, almost 24 hours after the championship, the celebrations continue. From where I sit typing this in the free Wi-Fi lounge of the American Embassy - aka McDonalds- a little boy is singing "Es-pan-a!" Gotta love the Spanish pride!
I bought a newspaper today with a giant headline that read "La Roja Reina!" The Red reigns! I still can't believe I was a part of such a monumental piece of Spanish history. Viva España!!!
¡Feliz San Fermines!
Friday afternoon, at precisely 16:00, I left for a six hour road trip via bus. Destination: Pamplona - running of the bulls.
All twelve of us ISA students donned ourselves in white and red prior to boarding the bus - white and red are the officially accepted colors of Sanfermines (think bull fights.) My outfit: a white strapless dress that I bought at Express over two years ago,( in which I convinced myself I already got my money’s worth in case of random sprays of sangria,) a red across the body purse, a red bracelet and an official red Pamplona scarf to be tied around my neck upon arrival.
The ride went surprisingly quickly, despite the wild butterflies in my stomach thanks to unnecessary anxiety and overwhelming excitement.
We entered the city of Pamplona on narrow cobble-stoned streets, always a thrill when trapped inside a bus that seems to be exactly the same width as the old streets. Being a small town, people are able to walk pretty much everywhere, so even from my bus window I noticed herds of white and red walking in every direction.
Getting of the bus we had authorities shouting at us to quickly exit the platform and enter the escalator line; the fire work spectacular would be starting in 5 minutes. Couldn’t ask for a better welcome!
The fire work show was the best I have EVER seen. It lasted for a reallyyyy long time, once you were awestruck by what seemed like the finale, another gleam of gold and red lit up the sky. Amazing!! You can not imagine the amount of people lining the streets. People of ALL ages were there, every single one of them wearing white and red. The city put Maryland’s “black out” football game to shame. I’ve never seen more people in one location before let alone that many people all wearing the same color!!!
The rest of the night comprised of meeting up with the other dozen or so ISA students who took an earlier bus, walking the streets, buying bottles of sangria, partying, laughing, eating and taking pictures whilst fighting the urge to fall sleep before the running commenced at 8AM! Mission accomplished. We stayed up the entire night and staked out a great spot to stand, too far to touch a bull, but close enough to see them!
Some of my friends ran, I simply spectated. Although now that I see them unscathed and exhilarated, I kind of wish I ran too. But only kind of -- the end of the run leads the bulls and the runners into the bull fighting stadium where the majority of runners are injured; we saw multiple stretchers being carried away from the ring. No thanks. (And you’re welcome, Mom.)
The run only lasted about 2-3 minutes, and our bus didn’t leave for Barcelona until 10:00 so we killed time by getting a breakfast bocadilla and some cold water.
The bus ride back was 8 and a half hours due to an hour and a half lay over in Zaragoza. It went by quickly, thank gosh, because I slept for almost every minute of it!
Despite my exhaustion, I am really happy that I can say I experienced this ridiculously outrageous festival that I could never even imagine happening in the US. I am SO glad I went, although I don’t think you’ll catch me returning anytime soon!
All twelve of us ISA students donned ourselves in white and red prior to boarding the bus - white and red are the officially accepted colors of Sanfermines (think bull fights.) My outfit: a white strapless dress that I bought at Express over two years ago,( in which I convinced myself I already got my money’s worth in case of random sprays of sangria,) a red across the body purse, a red bracelet and an official red Pamplona scarf to be tied around my neck upon arrival.
The ride went surprisingly quickly, despite the wild butterflies in my stomach thanks to unnecessary anxiety and overwhelming excitement.
We entered the city of Pamplona on narrow cobble-stoned streets, always a thrill when trapped inside a bus that seems to be exactly the same width as the old streets. Being a small town, people are able to walk pretty much everywhere, so even from my bus window I noticed herds of white and red walking in every direction.
Getting of the bus we had authorities shouting at us to quickly exit the platform and enter the escalator line; the fire work spectacular would be starting in 5 minutes. Couldn’t ask for a better welcome!
The fire work show was the best I have EVER seen. It lasted for a reallyyyy long time, once you were awestruck by what seemed like the finale, another gleam of gold and red lit up the sky. Amazing!! You can not imagine the amount of people lining the streets. People of ALL ages were there, every single one of them wearing white and red. The city put Maryland’s “black out” football game to shame. I’ve never seen more people in one location before let alone that many people all wearing the same color!!!
The rest of the night comprised of meeting up with the other dozen or so ISA students who took an earlier bus, walking the streets, buying bottles of sangria, partying, laughing, eating and taking pictures whilst fighting the urge to fall sleep before the running commenced at 8AM! Mission accomplished. We stayed up the entire night and staked out a great spot to stand, too far to touch a bull, but close enough to see them!
Some of my friends ran, I simply spectated. Although now that I see them unscathed and exhilarated, I kind of wish I ran too. But only kind of -- the end of the run leads the bulls and the runners into the bull fighting stadium where the majority of runners are injured; we saw multiple stretchers being carried away from the ring. No thanks. (And you’re welcome, Mom.)
The run only lasted about 2-3 minutes, and our bus didn’t leave for Barcelona until 10:00 so we killed time by getting a breakfast bocadilla and some cold water.
The bus ride back was 8 and a half hours due to an hour and a half lay over in Zaragoza. It went by quickly, thank gosh, because I slept for almost every minute of it!
Despite my exhaustion, I am really happy that I can say I experienced this ridiculously outrageous festival that I could never even imagine happening in the US. I am SO glad I went, although I don’t think you’ll catch me returning anytime soon!
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Pamplona, here I come!
Tomorrow afternoon I am embarking on a 7 hour bus ride to Pamplona for the festival of Sanfermines. More commonly known as the running of the bulls. We will arive around 11pm in Pamplona, and will stay up to party until the next morning when the bulls are let loose at 8am!
Girls don't run, although I wouldn't even if I could, so I will be purely spectating. I can't wait to come back and share my stories!! Wish me luck!!!!!
Girls don't run, although I wouldn't even if I could, so I will be purely spectating. I can't wait to come back and share my stories!! Wish me luck!!!!!
Lentejuelas
Whenever I come back from shopping, Rafaela asks me to show her what I bought. Similarly, she makes us show her what we are wearing every night before we go out so she can give us her opinion on our outfits. Yesterday, when I showed her a new shirt (a 3 euro gray tank top with sparkles, I can hear you groaning already, Em...) she responded, "A ti te gusta las lentejuelas!"
Huh?
She pointed to the sequins on my shirt and explained that lentajuelas are sequins or sparkles on clothing. Well duh, I love las lentejuelas! How observant of you, Rafaela ;)
Today in class our Profesora asked us what our favorite word is that we have learned outside of the classroom. "Lentejuelas" was my reply. Claro que si.
Also in class today, we listened to a song called "La Camisa Negra." It's about a guy who says he wears a black shirt to symbolize his mourning for a lost love. It's ridiculously catchy and I haven't stopped singing it since so I thought I'd share it with you-- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WhqTtpaaFdc
Huh?
She pointed to the sequins on my shirt and explained that lentajuelas are sequins or sparkles on clothing. Well duh, I love las lentejuelas! How observant of you, Rafaela ;)
Today in class our Profesora asked us what our favorite word is that we have learned outside of the classroom. "Lentejuelas" was my reply. Claro que si.
Also in class today, we listened to a song called "La Camisa Negra." It's about a guy who says he wears a black shirt to symbolize his mourning for a lost love. It's ridiculously catchy and I haven't stopped singing it since so I thought I'd share it with you-- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WhqTtpaaFdc
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Morning Jog
I woke up early this morning to go for a run. After almost 2 weeks of not working out, I was starting to feel a little guilty (but not too guilty thanks to all the walking we do here!!) Since I stayed in last night to do my homework like a good little student, I decided this morning would be perfect to rise early and go for a jog. I feel safe enough in my neighborhood to be on the streets alone, so I brought my ipod and keys and just took a few laps around our block (I didn't want to stray too far in fear of getting lost!)
At home running outside is never a problem no matter where you are, but here, the streets are ALWAYS occupied with commuters and pedestrians. Literally, whether you want to run late at night, early in the morning, or to suffer in the mid-day sun, you will be running through a maze of people. I found myself having to walk a lot when I was behind older people walking to get their early cafe con leche, or if the side walk was crowded with oblivious young people walking their dogs. Luckily, the side streets are less busy.
Not to mention, jogging on the streets isn't the norm here in Barcelona. I might as well have put a giant sign on my back that said "I'm American" because people stared when I crossed the streets huffing and puffing. Since I've been here I've only seen 2 people running outside of the beach or a park, both blonde, probably not from Barcelona. Gyms here are more of a status symbol here than anything - only the wealthy join them considering they cost 70 Euro per month! One of my friends joined one, but I think I'll stick to running outside, swimming, and doing push ups and sit ups inside! :)
Just yesterday we were discussing in class how we felt about working out here. Most of the girls said they consider this a vacation, and they aren't going to worry about working out. But I enjoy working out, and for me, it feels good to be active on my vacations. Next week I plan on hiking Montserrat and on Thursday I am going to check out the lap pool used in the 1992 Olympics!
At home running outside is never a problem no matter where you are, but here, the streets are ALWAYS occupied with commuters and pedestrians. Literally, whether you want to run late at night, early in the morning, or to suffer in the mid-day sun, you will be running through a maze of people. I found myself having to walk a lot when I was behind older people walking to get their early cafe con leche, or if the side walk was crowded with oblivious young people walking their dogs. Luckily, the side streets are less busy.
Not to mention, jogging on the streets isn't the norm here in Barcelona. I might as well have put a giant sign on my back that said "I'm American" because people stared when I crossed the streets huffing and puffing. Since I've been here I've only seen 2 people running outside of the beach or a park, both blonde, probably not from Barcelona. Gyms here are more of a status symbol here than anything - only the wealthy join them considering they cost 70 Euro per month! One of my friends joined one, but I think I'll stick to running outside, swimming, and doing push ups and sit ups inside! :)
Just yesterday we were discussing in class how we felt about working out here. Most of the girls said they consider this a vacation, and they aren't going to worry about working out. But I enjoy working out, and for me, it feels good to be active on my vacations. Next week I plan on hiking Montserrat and on Thursday I am going to check out the lap pool used in the 1992 Olympics!
Monday, July 5, 2010
La Playa, La Cava, y mas!
Hola mis amigos!
I haven´t updated any posts recently - I´ve constantly been on the go so I haven´t had much time to blog (not to mention Rafaela doesn´t have internet and I am currently paying 1E por media hora at a nearby internet station...)
So far class is going really well - besides the fact that I am stuck indoors for five hours of my day, five days a week, I am really enjoying the lessons. In the morning we review our language skills, and after our afternoon ¨pausa¨we learn about Spanish culture, i.e. sports, relationships, museums, etc. I love our profesora, Maria - an overly animated born and raised Barcelona native who loves to learn about our American culture as much as she loves to teach us about hers.
Besides class, I´ve been beaching it daily, shopping frequently (on July 1 the entire city went on sale for the whole month!!) and trying to get in as much sight-seeing as possible.
On Thursday I visited Gaudi´s Casa de Milo, more commonly known as La Pedrera. It was built as an apartment building and still serves as one today(!!!), although two of the floors are converted into a museum. The architecture is absolutely beautiful and it was really interesting to see the original furniture in some of the old rooms. (Mom you would love it!) We went to to top and had the most gorgeous view of the city. I wish I could have spent the night up there. I´ll post more pictures of La Pedrera later...
Saturday ISA took us to another Catalan city called Sitges. Sitges is a really pretty town along the coast with beaches, shopping and lots of vineyards! We began our visit at the largest sparking wine cellar in the world. The cellar is 30 km long and 4 levels deep!! We took a tour of the cellar and learned how they make the Cava (aka champagne, I learned that the spanish had to come up with their own term for champagne because the French wouldn´t let them take their original name!) Cava literally means cave, named so because of the caves where they would make the sparkling wine. At the end of our visit we each got two glasses to try: A pinot noir and a less dry, white wine, the latter being my favorite. I wish we could have spent all day there!! Here's a picture of las chicas a La Cava de Cordoniu:
Then we had free time to go to the beach and have lunch. It was a really fun day :)
Sunday, of course was the 4th of July. I missed the fireworks I would have seen if I were back in Jersey, but I must say this was one of my better 4ths! All of us students spent the day on the beach celebrating, and later went to yet another Irish Pub (where all the Americans hang out) to drink American beer and sing karaoke to American songs! It was really a great time.
Now that the weekend is over it´s back to class, but that doesn´t mean my adventures will cease-- sometime this week I think we are going to visit La Sagrada Familia and emmerse ourselves in the local culture of the streets that we have not seen yet.
Hopefully I´ll be back to update soon!!
Ciao xxxx
I haven´t updated any posts recently - I´ve constantly been on the go so I haven´t had much time to blog (not to mention Rafaela doesn´t have internet and I am currently paying 1E por media hora at a nearby internet station...)
So far class is going really well - besides the fact that I am stuck indoors for five hours of my day, five days a week, I am really enjoying the lessons. In the morning we review our language skills, and after our afternoon ¨pausa¨we learn about Spanish culture, i.e. sports, relationships, museums, etc. I love our profesora, Maria - an overly animated born and raised Barcelona native who loves to learn about our American culture as much as she loves to teach us about hers.
Besides class, I´ve been beaching it daily, shopping frequently (on July 1 the entire city went on sale for the whole month!!) and trying to get in as much sight-seeing as possible.
On Thursday I visited Gaudi´s Casa de Milo, more commonly known as La Pedrera. It was built as an apartment building and still serves as one today(!!!), although two of the floors are converted into a museum. The architecture is absolutely beautiful and it was really interesting to see the original furniture in some of the old rooms. (Mom you would love it!) We went to to top and had the most gorgeous view of the city. I wish I could have spent the night up there. I´ll post more pictures of La Pedrera later...
Saturday ISA took us to another Catalan city called Sitges. Sitges is a really pretty town along the coast with beaches, shopping and lots of vineyards! We began our visit at the largest sparking wine cellar in the world. The cellar is 30 km long and 4 levels deep!! We took a tour of the cellar and learned how they make the Cava (aka champagne, I learned that the spanish had to come up with their own term for champagne because the French wouldn´t let them take their original name!) Cava literally means cave, named so because of the caves where they would make the sparkling wine. At the end of our visit we each got two glasses to try: A pinot noir and a less dry, white wine, the latter being my favorite. I wish we could have spent all day there!! Here's a picture of las chicas a La Cava de Cordoniu:
Then we had free time to go to the beach and have lunch. It was a really fun day :)
Sunday, of course was the 4th of July. I missed the fireworks I would have seen if I were back in Jersey, but I must say this was one of my better 4ths! All of us students spent the day on the beach celebrating, and later went to yet another Irish Pub (where all the Americans hang out) to drink American beer and sing karaoke to American songs! It was really a great time.
Now that the weekend is over it´s back to class, but that doesn´t mean my adventures will cease-- sometime this week I think we are going to visit La Sagrada Familia and emmerse ourselves in the local culture of the streets that we have not seen yet.
Hopefully I´ll be back to update soon!!
Ciao xxxx
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Heaven on a Plate.
Never has a sweeter taste passed my lips than yesterday afternoon at a local cafe. Three words: Nutella Chocolate Gelato. I would like to take this moment to thank the Italians for creating such a delicious treat, and the Spanish for adopting it. I'm beginning to believe God is a European because I have never experienced anything as heavenly in Los Estados Unidos.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Barcelona: The First Days
So I made it to Barcelona! I feel like this is the first minute I´ve had to breathe since I got here -- this city is beautiful and there is sooo much to do/see that we´ve been reluctant to stop and relax in fear of missing out! However, since the internet at my apartment isn´t very reliable I decided to take a break at the ISA office and update mis amigos! (Por favor, excuse any typos, it´s going to take me a long time to get used to these Catalan keyboards!)
I´m settled into my room at Rafaela´s apartment now - Lauren and I share a decently sized room and a bathroom. She is very helpful with trying to learn the culture, language and our way around the city and she is great about allowing us to be independent. Her dinners are delicious, and she packs us breakfast and lunch for before and after class.
Classes started yesterday; I´m taking Spanish language and culture, so far my teacher seems really cool and I´m actually very excited to learn more! (I´m a dork, I know.)
Monday we took a bus tour of the city which was great because our guide pointed out all the best spots to visit - now I just have to figure out how to get there on my own...
After class yesterday we went to the beach. There are a lot of different beaches in Barcelona but we went to the most touristy one due to proximity and lack of time. The beach is definitely A LOT different here than in Nueva Jersey- imagine the older locals sitting on 10th ave in Belmar without bathing suits(or anything else), man made ¨sand,¨Spaniards constantly asking you to buy ¨cold cerveza, coca cola y aguaaaa¨ and multiple Chinese women begging to give you a massage in exchange for 5 euros. Needless to say, I´ll be going back there for the restaurant and bars along the water but I think I´ll explore the other, less tourist-y and more beautiful beaches from now on! ;)
Don´t get me wrong, I am definitely NOT wishing my trip away but I can not wait until I get more familiar with the city so I can appreciate the beauty and culture with more ease. There is so much to do and so much to see, ergo, I am going to say Adios now! I miss you all in the US and I hope you´re all cheering for Spain in the world cup!! (watching the games here is awwwessommmee!!!)
Ciao! XOXO
I´m settled into my room at Rafaela´s apartment now - Lauren and I share a decently sized room and a bathroom. She is very helpful with trying to learn the culture, language and our way around the city and she is great about allowing us to be independent. Her dinners are delicious, and she packs us breakfast and lunch for before and after class.
Classes started yesterday; I´m taking Spanish language and culture, so far my teacher seems really cool and I´m actually very excited to learn more! (I´m a dork, I know.)
Monday we took a bus tour of the city which was great because our guide pointed out all the best spots to visit - now I just have to figure out how to get there on my own...
After class yesterday we went to the beach. There are a lot of different beaches in Barcelona but we went to the most touristy one due to proximity and lack of time. The beach is definitely A LOT different here than in Nueva Jersey- imagine the older locals sitting on 10th ave in Belmar without bathing suits(or anything else), man made ¨sand,¨Spaniards constantly asking you to buy ¨cold cerveza, coca cola y aguaaaa¨ and multiple Chinese women begging to give you a massage in exchange for 5 euros. Needless to say, I´ll be going back there for the restaurant and bars along the water but I think I´ll explore the other, less tourist-y and more beautiful beaches from now on! ;)
Don´t get me wrong, I am definitely NOT wishing my trip away but I can not wait until I get more familiar with the city so I can appreciate the beauty and culture with more ease. There is so much to do and so much to see, ergo, I am going to say Adios now! I miss you all in the US and I hope you´re all cheering for Spain in the world cup!! (watching the games here is awwwessommmee!!!)
Ciao! XOXO
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Dear Pop
We left Toledo and are on our way to Barcelona today ... I can't wait to meet my señora, Rafaela. My mom is excited that I am staying with her because she is just around the age that my Mommom would be today ... I hope she's half as sweet.
If I could, today would be the day I would buy a postcard and send it to Pop. On past vacations we would buy a postcard from wherever we were visiting, usually Disney but rarely somewhere like the Bahamas or California, and write about our favorite parts of the trip to share with him. I think today, leaving Toledo, I want to share my adventures with him:
Dear Pop,
Toledo is such a beautiful city! There is so much history and culture here, I really learned a lot. The streets are really cool looking, although they are pretty hard to walk/drive on because of the old cobblestone. We went to a church, a synagogue and a monastery and then we had time to walk around the city to shop and eat lunch! There is SO much coca-cola paraphernalia here - I think of you every time I see that red sign! I guess Spaniards like Coke just as much as you. I’ve taken lots of pictures I know you would love!
I love you and I miss you,
Marg
If Heaven had a mailing address, this post card would be sent out already. Maybe I’ll buy one anyway...
If I could, today would be the day I would buy a postcard and send it to Pop. On past vacations we would buy a postcard from wherever we were visiting, usually Disney but rarely somewhere like the Bahamas or California, and write about our favorite parts of the trip to share with him. I think today, leaving Toledo, I want to share my adventures with him:
Dear Pop,
Toledo is such a beautiful city! There is so much history and culture here, I really learned a lot. The streets are really cool looking, although they are pretty hard to walk/drive on because of the old cobblestone. We went to a church, a synagogue and a monastery and then we had time to walk around the city to shop and eat lunch! There is SO much coca-cola paraphernalia here - I think of you every time I see that red sign! I guess Spaniards like Coke just as much as you. I’ve taken lots of pictures I know you would love!
I love you and I miss you,
Marg
If Heaven had a mailing address, this post card would be sent out already. Maybe I’ll buy one anyway...
Saturday, June 26, 2010
"Santos, Cantos, Cuestas, Sabios y Encantos"
These five words (Saints, Pebbles, Hills, Wisdom and Beauty) are the words associated with the description of the city of Toledo. Immediately, I fell in love.
Simply driving up to the city was amazing: the landscape is breathtaking and the old buildings are awe-inspiring. When we arrived (it was about an hour drive from Madrid) we took a walking tour through the city. Our guide was very helpful, and muy comico, his name was Fernando. He took us first to a monastery - the detailing throughout the granite and limestone architecture was absolutely amazing. Next we visited a synagogue converted to a museum where I learned a lot about the history of Spain in regards to the Muslims, Jews, and Christians that inhabited the country for so long. Lastly we visted La Casa Del Greco - an iglesia (church) decorated in El Greco's works which was captivating.
After our tour we had free time to shop and eat. We chose an outdoor cafe (the weather was beautiful, as usual) where we could order a 3 course meal for 10 euros. I was very impressed with how well I communicated with the waitress - no one else could understand her and she did not speak a word of English but I managed to be the lunch time liaison quite sufficiently :) I decided to be risky and order Gazpacho, which to my surprise I really liked!, and Paella. The infamous paella I decided I needed to try at least once while in Spain .. it was okay, I wish I could have ordered it without fish because although I was hoping my taste would mature and adapt to the pescado (fish) de Espana, it hasn't yet.
I loved just walking around the city after lunch - the streets are all cobblestone and the buildings are all very, very old. The main cathedral is GIANT and really a beautiful sight...I think there was a wedding there today and I tried to hang around to see the bride, but no luck :( For the first time since I arrived in Europe I actually feel like I am in a foreign country in Toledo.
We checked into our hotel around 4 and it's really nice! Right away Lauren and I took advantage of the gorgeous outdoor pool. I wish we had more time here because I am absolutely in love with Toledo...I can only hope Barcelona is as beautiful!
Gonna go watch the USA match now - I hope we don't get too many dirty looks as boisterous Americans ...
Ciao!
PS- 7 hour bus ride to Barcelona tomorrow....email/bbm me to keep me busy!
Simply driving up to the city was amazing: the landscape is breathtaking and the old buildings are awe-inspiring. When we arrived (it was about an hour drive from Madrid) we took a walking tour through the city. Our guide was very helpful, and muy comico, his name was Fernando. He took us first to a monastery - the detailing throughout the granite and limestone architecture was absolutely amazing. Next we visited a synagogue converted to a museum where I learned a lot about the history of Spain in regards to the Muslims, Jews, and Christians that inhabited the country for so long. Lastly we visted La Casa Del Greco - an iglesia (church) decorated in El Greco's works which was captivating.
After our tour we had free time to shop and eat. We chose an outdoor cafe (the weather was beautiful, as usual) where we could order a 3 course meal for 10 euros. I was very impressed with how well I communicated with the waitress - no one else could understand her and she did not speak a word of English but I managed to be the lunch time liaison quite sufficiently :) I decided to be risky and order Gazpacho, which to my surprise I really liked!, and Paella. The infamous paella I decided I needed to try at least once while in Spain .. it was okay, I wish I could have ordered it without fish because although I was hoping my taste would mature and adapt to the pescado (fish) de Espana, it hasn't yet.
I loved just walking around the city after lunch - the streets are all cobblestone and the buildings are all very, very old. The main cathedral is GIANT and really a beautiful sight...I think there was a wedding there today and I tried to hang around to see the bride, but no luck :( For the first time since I arrived in Europe I actually feel like I am in a foreign country in Toledo.
We checked into our hotel around 4 and it's really nice! Right away Lauren and I took advantage of the gorgeous outdoor pool. I wish we had more time here because I am absolutely in love with Toledo...I can only hope Barcelona is as beautiful!
Gonna go watch the USA match now - I hope we don't get too many dirty looks as boisterous Americans ...
Ciao!
PS- 7 hour bus ride to Barcelona tomorrow....email/bbm me to keep me busy!
Friday, June 25, 2010
El Prado y Reina Sofia
Today we visited two museums muy famosa: El Prado y Reina Sofia. The first being filled with classical art (El Grecco, Valezquez, Goya, etc) and the second being a museum of contemporary art (Picasso, Dali, etc.) I liked El Prado best.
Before the museums the hotel provided us a gorgeous, fresh breakfast. Fresh squeezed kiwi, mango, and orange juices were available as well as hot churros, thing sliced chorizo, pudding and assorted breads/pastries. It was amazing. (Although the first thing I thought was "Chris would be very disappointed with this breakfast I could practically hear him saying "What the hell where's the rest of the food? How bout some eggs and pancakes?" ...)
We walked around for awhile during our free time between museums, it was really hot but the streets are so beautiful I don't mind. We found a restuarant for lunch that sold a lot of American food (nachos, mozzarella sticks, hamburgers, hotdogs, ...) but I feel like while I'm here I might as well try as many new things as I can! My sandwich was called the "Vitamina" and it had cheese, pineapple, spanish bacon, lettuce and the ripest red tomato I ever had on rye bread. Deliciosa. We also ordered the freshest smoothies I've ever tasted .. mine was called "bora bora" with coconut, mango and peaches.
After a much needed siesta, the Spain v Chile game is on and you can hear the city's reactions everywhere you go! I can't wait to go out tonight to celebrate!
Tomorrow we leave for Toledo at 9am followed by a walking tour of the city and another orientation. Saturday we leave for Barcelona!! I am so excited to meet my Senora and quit living out of my suitcase!
I probably won't have much time to update until Sunday or Monday (or even Tuesday) but feel free to e-mail me! (Myelen@umd.edu)
Before the museums the hotel provided us a gorgeous, fresh breakfast. Fresh squeezed kiwi, mango, and orange juices were available as well as hot churros, thing sliced chorizo, pudding and assorted breads/pastries. It was amazing. (Although the first thing I thought was "Chris would be very disappointed with this breakfast I could practically hear him saying "What the hell where's the rest of the food? How bout some eggs and pancakes?" ...)
We walked around for awhile during our free time between museums, it was really hot but the streets are so beautiful I don't mind. We found a restuarant for lunch that sold a lot of American food (nachos, mozzarella sticks, hamburgers, hotdogs, ...) but I feel like while I'm here I might as well try as many new things as I can! My sandwich was called the "Vitamina" and it had cheese, pineapple, spanish bacon, lettuce and the ripest red tomato I ever had on rye bread. Deliciosa. We also ordered the freshest smoothies I've ever tasted .. mine was called "bora bora" with coconut, mango and peaches.
After a much needed siesta, the Spain v Chile game is on and you can hear the city's reactions everywhere you go! I can't wait to go out tonight to celebrate!
Tomorrow we leave for Toledo at 9am followed by a walking tour of the city and another orientation. Saturday we leave for Barcelona!! I am so excited to meet my Senora and quit living out of my suitcase!
I probably won't have much time to update until Sunday or Monday (or even Tuesday) but feel free to e-mail me! (Myelen@umd.edu)
Thursday, June 24, 2010
El Primer Dia
I made it! After spending a night at Lauren’s in PA, patiently waiting on multiple lengthy lines in the Philadelphia airport, an eight hour plane ride to London, an hour and a half delay whilst boarded on a small plane intended for Madrid (thank you French air traffic control strike), a missed retrieval by our ISA director and a taxi ride from the airport to our hotel, I am safe and sound in el Hotel NH Nacional in Madrid! - Madrid reminds me a little of DC, it's beautiful parks, museums and monuments are surrounded by shops, tourists and traffic (Madrid is more beautiful though...)
The flight was actually very bearable, I would definitely fly British Air again. The only stress came after having our flight to Madrid delayed nearly two hours so we missed the window (1-2pm) for our program director to pick us up and bring us to the hotel. ( Thank gosh for my memory from high school spanish )
We took a panoramic bus tour of the city; very interesting, but I wish I wasn’t so tired, the lull of the bus’ motor nearly put me to sleep. After a meeting with the program directors a small group of six of us girls found a small tapas restaurant for diner (we were starving.) The restaurant specialized in “broken eggs” so we got two platters: 1. eggs, potatoes, green peppers, onions and chirizo and 2. eggs, potatoes, red peppers, chicken. Broken eggs is simply that - a cracked egg in a pan - in case you were wondering. We shared two bottles of wine and some fried goat cheese, which I surprisingly liked.
Now, back at the hotel, tired beyond explanation, I finally have time to reflect on my first day in Europe ... the day went by so fast that I barely had time to appreciate the fact that I am experiencing the greatest culture shock of my life. I can’t wait until tomorrow to continue practicing my spanish (which, fyi, is better than I expected), explore the museums and introduce myself to a lot more new experiences.
Tomorrow’s Itinerary:
wake up call: 8
breakfast until: 9:30
El Prado Museum: 9:30 - ?
Free time for lunch
El Reina Sofia Museum: 3:30 - ?
Mandatory academic meeting: 6 - 7
7pm on ... ?? :) wish me luck!
Buenos Noches xoxo
The flight was actually very bearable, I would definitely fly British Air again. The only stress came after having our flight to Madrid delayed nearly two hours so we missed the window (1-2pm) for our program director to pick us up and bring us to the hotel. ( Thank gosh for my memory from high school spanish )
We took a panoramic bus tour of the city; very interesting, but I wish I wasn’t so tired, the lull of the bus’ motor nearly put me to sleep. After a meeting with the program directors a small group of six of us girls found a small tapas restaurant for diner (we were starving.) The restaurant specialized in “broken eggs” so we got two platters: 1. eggs, potatoes, green peppers, onions and chirizo and 2. eggs, potatoes, red peppers, chicken. Broken eggs is simply that - a cracked egg in a pan - in case you were wondering. We shared two bottles of wine and some fried goat cheese, which I surprisingly liked.
Now, back at the hotel, tired beyond explanation, I finally have time to reflect on my first day in Europe ... the day went by so fast that I barely had time to appreciate the fact that I am experiencing the greatest culture shock of my life. I can’t wait until tomorrow to continue practicing my spanish (which, fyi, is better than I expected), explore the museums and introduce myself to a lot more new experiences.
Tomorrow’s Itinerary:
wake up call: 8
breakfast until: 9:30
El Prado Museum: 9:30 - ?
Free time for lunch
El Reina Sofia Museum: 3:30 - ?
Mandatory academic meeting: 6 - 7
7pm on ... ?? :) wish me luck!
Buenos Noches xoxo
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