ROMA!

Over Halloween weekend, Leah and I met up with our friend Diane, who is studying in Copenhagen, in Rome! Watch our adventures below!

Valencia done right

Thanks to a generous benefactor, the weekend of October 14-16, I spent a lovely weekend in Spain's Valencia. The weather was perfect and there was much to be enjoyed.

The first night we wandered around, and our wandering eventually led us to a tapas restaurant with delicious sangria near a fountain with outdoor music. Perfection.

Valencia is home to "La Ciudad de Las Artes y Ciencias", which as is implied in the title, a city. Not literally, but this area is huge. The entire complex is surrounded by pools, which give the appearance that the buildings sit on water. The first building we past was the art museum, which looked as if it was about to take off into space to house the Jetson family. Next to it we saw what was called the "hemisféric". This structure, seen on many postcards and famous pictures, looks like an eye at night, though during the day only have the eye is visible. The rest of the eye is made up by the reflection of the water. In this architectural masterpiece is a planetarium and an IMAX theater. 

Next to this building was a giant dinosaur (shout-out to Babs!). We speculated that it was because there was a dinosaur exhibit going on in a nearby section. As we continued our walk through this "city", we reached the science museum. Everything in this museum was interactive, involving buttons, lessons, noises, tips, tricks, mind games, and everything else. In addition, we found an exhibit solely based on wood. Interesting, but in depth. Kudos on the originality, Valencia! 

Once we had our fill of the science museum, we ventured farther into the area for which Valencia is famous throughout Europe. Here we saw an array of marinelife. We walked through a building with various rooms, which was all surrounded by a giant tank housing a multitude of sea creatures including stingrays and sharks. We walked through a long hallway connecting the room, with sharks teeth staring at us when we looked up. Travelling through the model samples of different seas, we found penguins! One of the penguins seemed a little confused, or maybe just determined. For the entire ten minutes we observed the fancy birds, this guy was swimming into the glass as if he was trying to break free. We contemplated breaking the glass to satisfy his most desperate wish, but decided it was probably not a good idea. We also saw sealions, walruses, manatees, and more. My favorite however, would have to be the dolphin show that we watched. 

What a fun life it would be to have dolphins push you with their noses on your feet, as you glide through the water like a speedboat. They can even push you up on land or your surface. They can flip, twist, dance, and jump high into the air while spinning! I was amazed that the dolphins knew what to do with very little direction, but just one small hand movement, by the trainers. It was apparent in that show that dolphins are remarkable creatures with the ability to learn, retain, and perform tasks all in the name of fish. 

That night we had a whole other adventure for which to look forward.

Craving a juicy steak, we searched the best steakhouse in Valencia, and found Norte. We found the location on a sketchy street and it said Hostel in front of Norte. We tried the door, but it was locked. A doorbell was there, but before we pressed it, the door opened. They asked our names, locked the door behind us, and escorted us to the table. Good thing we booked a reservation beforehand. There were about six tables in teh whole place, two of them occupied. No music playing. Just peaceful. From start to finish, the meal was an experience. We sipped on the complimentary nut-tasting mini smoothie while we browsed our two novel-sized menus. Before we had ventured to the restaurant, our research informed us that it was only open between 9:30 and 10:30pm. Thinking surely this was a mistake, we arrived at 10pm. As we looked over the menu options, however, the waitress informed us that we needed to put our order in right away as the chef was closing the kitchen soon. She advised that we split one of the steak options, and we let her pick out a bottle of wine for us. Mussels as an appetizer, the most perfectly juicy steak for an entree, a white chocolate crepe for dessert, paired with wines that complimented each dish perfectly. Although steak is not what Valencia is known for, it is certainly something I will remember it for.

The following day, we experienced another Valencia marvel: the zoo. The Valencia zoo has hippos, elephants, lions, giraffes, apes, the typical zoo animals. And no cages or fences. The zoo was constructed to look like a natural habitat. Lakes and fake branches separate people from animals, that is all. We ate lunch in an area without separation from giraffes, lions, and some weird birds whose knees fold backwards. Just outside the zoo were swan paddle boats. Although we did not have time to take a ride, we watched happy families and children play around them.

Other Valencia highlights include Agua de Valencia, a specialty drink known in the region, and the version of Occupy Wallstreet we saw that weekend. Americans walking the opposite directions would have been dangerous, if the protest was not so much like a parade. Marching bands and children laughing, there was nothing angry about this protest.

Valencia is a beautiful beach town with perfect weather. Definitely worth going back to.

A Sensational Weekend

Fedde Le Grand Get This Feeling [Radio Edit]

Dear Barcelona,

You are a lot to handle. Too much for one weekend. From beginning to end and the second end, you were an adventure, and I look forward to continuing our relationship on my next visit soon. 

After the eight hour bus to get to your bus station, my friends Leah and Conner, and I began the quest to our hostel. It was quite the trek involving every form of transportation I didn't know existed, but no maps allowed. We walked, took a metro, a bus, a tram up a mountain, and a taxi. An hour later, we arrived at your very own Inout Hostel. Although quaint and adorable, perfect for a hiking weekend in the mountains, this was not the purpose of our stay in your majestic city. This is where I insert my first pronunciation of gratification to you Barcelona. Thank you for introducing me to my first Hostel experience. It was affordable, friendly, clean, and accomodating. The free breakfast and kitchen privileges was wonderful also. Your welcome for my donation of our tubaware and cooked mac'n'cheese and chicken that I left in the fridge. I hope you enjoyed it, Barcelona.

The next day we ventured to a more centrally located part of the city. Some friends who live in one of your most bustling areas near Plaza de les Glories, hosted us the next day. At noon, we woke the apartment up with our doorbell, and were greeted by a familiar face who looked very surprised to see us. The reaction: long pause and look of confusion, followed by "Paige? Oh, I thought we were getting evicted." Excellent, we were in the right place.

Leah and I set our bags down and decided to explore more of what you have to offer, Barca. I think we're familiar enough now with each other where nicknames are acceptable, yes? Excellent. We started with the must-see Sagrada Familia. This Gaudi cathedral is unlike any cathedral I've ever seen. I would describe it as a modern twist on Gothic architecture. Resembling other classic cathedrals, yours is an artistic display proving that classic is not the equivalent of traditional. Your take is inspired and full of life. The structures and features, if I were to describe them would sound like any ordinary place of worship, but I applaud you once again, Barca. You put a remarkable twist on an assumed piece of architecture and beauty. 

Following this endeavor, we moved farther out from the center to see Park Guell. Also designed by Gaudi, this area of your city had a Dr. Seuss feel. This Whoville-esque realm was just missing a few lovable characters. Had I seen Horton, a lorax, or a red and blue fish, I would have been altogether convinced. We took escalators to the top and enjoyed a nice view of your city overlooking the beach. In addition, we enjoyed a walk by a Didgeridoo-player. If anyone was wondering, playing the Didgeridoo reduces snoring and sleep apnea. I would expect, however, that it would only increase sleep apnea to those close by. 

At this juncture in time, we needed to head back to meet everyone for the evening's festivities. We all helped make a pasta and salad for dinner, and soon it was time. 

Barca oh Barca, you introduced me to something else wonderful also: my first all-nighter. The concert we attended is called Sensation White, which is generally speaking a rave that lasts from 10pm till 5am, featuring six different DJ's, and all attendees wear white. What a night, what a night. You hosted by far the most incredible show I have ever seen. From glowing orbs bouncing from the ceiling, to shieks in the air twirling glowsticks, to a rotating stage as a petal inside several other petals resembling a flower in the middle of the dancefloor, to a giant ring of water drops in the middle of everything, lighting up to depict images and messages, to lasers and fire bursting at random moments, I was in constant awe. That's without even mentioning the music, which complimented the atmosphere impeccably. This music was the only music that I could dance to for seven hours straight without tiring. Well, maybe tiring a little, but powering through. So thanks for everything concerning this night- I will always remember it, and measure every show in the future to this one.

Exhaustion draped over the apartment, unquestionably. All nine residents and guests that evening hibernated the next day. I apologize for forfeiting my tourist dedication this day; I was weak; please forgive me, my dearest Barca. I will make it up to you, however, when I return to discover all the wonders out on which I missed. You are a place that can be called a city of tourism, art, and integrity. So I raise my glass to you, Barca my love; I can only say wonderful things.

Sincerely, 

Me

Real Madrid & Mallorca

Loona Vamos a La Playa

Real Madrid & Mallorca

Not long after we returned from our Alps adventure, we were in a new environment experiencing more new things- this time more close to home, aka Madrid.

I attended my first soccer, or should i say futbol, game! Real Madrid took on Ajax, the Amsterdam team. My group included three Ajax fans from Holland on one side, and Leah and myself the American-guess-we'll-cheer-for-the-home-team fans. As we are both very competitive, we decided to buy flags and scarves supporting our new team. Before the game, our noses were drawn to the smell of BBQ accompanied by liters of cerveza. Although Spanish style, it was good to see sporting events utilize the same methods of tailgating internationally. Differences, however, are seen during the game. Although there are still belligerent men swinging their shirts above their heads, whistling is the Spanish equivalent of Booing. Also, no one stands or does anything special for the opera-sounding national anthem. Needless to say, our team pulled out the W with ease: 3-0. Fans here take their futbol very seriously. Security guards were seen every five feet, and the Ajax fans were instructed to stay put until all the Real fans had left in order to avoid any violence. Luckily, our Dutch friends feared us and did not strike, though they sneakily photobombed our Real pride picture..

A few days later, I woke up and found myself on the beach in the island of Mallorca off the southeast coast of Spain near Ibiza. I looked around and saw Leah, the Dutch girls, and some of our other international friends. Warm sun, good company, and clear water- what more is there?

Also spelled Majorca, the island's tourism industry is its largest source of income, and has been growing since the 1950's. Mountains, on the northwest and eastern coasts frame the inner beaches. Mallorca's pride is a pastry called ensaimadas. Now popular throughout Spain and the Philippines, this snack tastes something like a crouissant with powdered sugar on top. There are also variations with different fillings and cremes. I would advise against believing the hype. Perhaps if fresh and warm, the powdery delight would be just that, but the two I had were subpar. 

All in all, however, the island proved to be a relaxing beach spot, which I enjoyed immensely. During the summer months, Mallorca is supposedly a crazy party island, but as we arrived after the popular seasons, we missed that train. Instead, we caught the remains of the mixture of Spanish, German, and Dutch cultures throughout the island. Every menu had at least 7 translations in it, and we were mistaken for every nationality, except American, which was a nice change of pace. If you're looking for a cheap getaway for a nap on the beach, I would highly recommend visiting this multi-cultured oasis. 

Casual Weekend Canyoning in the Alps

Harry Potter Soundtrack Fireworks

This blog should be dated for the weekend of Sept. 23-25, and is dedicated to Mont Blanc and the sport of canoyning. Meaning "White Mountain", Mont Blanc is the highest mountain in the Alps. Fun fact about the mountain: Frankenstein by Mary Shelley was based on this area! Eeeery.. 

First climbed in 1786, Mont Blanc is the site where modern mountain climbing was first established, and is therefore being considered as a World Heritage Cite. Other sports have become popular in the area as well, including skiing, snowboarding, hiking, white water rafting, paragliding, and of course, canyoning. Most of these sports take place in the summer months, because of the cold breath that the wind is constantly exhaling in the winter months, with the exception of skiing and snowboarding. We chose one of the last dates available for the activity, but even still, noticed snow not far from us. 

Just a short drive from the mountain is the town in which we stayed, Chamonix, France. The picturesque town is a vacation hotspot for wealthy British families looking for a quiet getaway from the hustle and bustle of city life or for adventurers to rest after a long day's hike-or-the-like. This means a few things for American tourists: lots of English-speakers, lots of high prices, and not very much of a nightlife. Our large group of eight, however, was more than entertained with each other and the sport to which we had to look forward. Even this ideal quaint town is not immune to the influence of commercialization, however, as corporate giant McDonald's has found its way even here.

Canyoning could be described as a combination of rock climbing (including harnesses, helmets, belaying, and more), waterfall jumping, and sliding. Basically, it's a natural version of a waterpark. Our wetsuits kept us from freezing to death from the bitterly cold water, and our helmets kept us safe from cracking our skulls. We had an instructor who took us through the area we would be exploring. Every turn was something new- and since I planned the trip, I was selected as the "fearless leader" who got to go first every time. Probably good to have the pressure on, or I might have chickened out. We climbed and jumped, climbed higher and jumped over each other. We slid through holes and belayed/slid/fell down waterfalls. We saw beautiful sites, and luckily one girl bought a twenty-euro waterproof disposable, so we were able to capture a few gold moments.  The mountain put up a fierce battle, but we walked away having conquered the Alps. 

Gelato y Helado

Dean Martin That's Amore

I decided I'm going to reformat my blog. Instead of giving you details of everything that I do, I've decided to write a piece inspired by something going on abroad. Right now, thanks to my recent trip to Milan, Italy to see friends Katie May and Sam Jones, I have decided to contribute this blog entry to the wonderful world of gelato- aka mi amore.

Surprisingly, the credit for the first idea of ice cream goes to ancient Asian cultures. They thought to combine melting ice from mountaintops with flavors. Over the centuries, the concept moved to Egypt and up to Italy. Interestingly, the party responsible for the grand opening of the wonder we call gelato is also the family credited with a number of other cultural contributions- the Medici family. They commissioned artist Bernardo Buontalenti to create a wonderful meal for Spanish royalty. Being consumed by Spanish and Italian royals seems the only appropriate way for such a novelty to be released into society. Soon gelato became an adoration of all of Europe, and is slowly becoming more popular in the US, though ice cream is a favorite of Americans. Gelato carts began dancing through the streets before they set up shops as we see today.

To clarify the difference between gelato and ice cream, gelato has more sugar, but less butterfat. It tastes lighter though richer. Sorbets are a subcategory of gelatos that are made without milk and are often the fruity flavors. Gelato shops also pride themselves in the art of visuals of gelato. Gelato is whipped and dressed with edible decorations to make it stand out as extra scrumptious.

Having worked at a gelato shop in the US and with the title of an all-around-ice-cream-and-the-like lover, I had to put trying authentic gelato at the top of my list when travelling to Italy for the first time. And it did not disappoint. My favorite flavor is Stracciatella, which is basically a cookies and cream, but with fine chocolate shavings and a very light vanilla. The first bite was inspiring, the second bite was better, and the cone and all were gone by the third bite. The Italians know what they're doing with foods, but in particular gelato. Somehow the substance is thicker and creamier, without making the eater feel bloated or dairy-heavy, as ice cream can do. 

I learned from an article on the plane ride of the largest (and only that I know of) gelato festival in the world. The Sherbeth Festival took place in Cefalu, Sicily from September 15-18, the exact dates I was in Milan. So, I missed it. But if my future husband is out there and ever reads this, I have your honeymoon idea right here! The most famous and innovative gelato creators gather and share their delicious discoveries with the public for an all-inclusive fee of 5 euros for the weekend. An award is presented to the most creative and successful gelato presentation. This year, a highly anticipated participant introduced an ice cream with Gorgonzola cheese, while last year's obsession was a wine ice cream. I wonder how long these flavors will take to end up on the shelves in the US ;) In 2010, the winner presented a citron ice cream, the year before- an eloquent chocolate and orange combination, but unfortunately, the winner for this year has not been posted yet. 

If you couldn't tell from my obsession with gelato, I had a fabulous time in Milan. Good friends, good food, but it is a pricey city. I felt extremely relieved when I landed in the Madrid airport to be in a place where I could communicate and understand the language, regardless that it was not English! Becoming comfortable with communicating in Spanish is by far my greatest obstacle, but I'm on my way to overcoming it. 

exploring the city

I apologize for my absence; I got caught up with Madrid. Every day I discover something new about Madrid. Last weekend I went to a nearby park, Retiro. This park is very famous throughout Spain, and for good reason. It is beautiful with a lake, where you can rent paddle and rowboats, a lovely statue, and tons of green grass all the way around where people relax at all times of the day. I was there to do none of this, however. I went for a lovely jog through the park and did some exercises. The main ingredient of everything here is carbs, so I felt like I needed to be active.

Also last weekend, I had dinner with my second cousin, Emily, who happens to live in Madrid with her British husband Dan. They showed us some local places for sangria and food, and gave us some advice in the city. They were super down to earth and I'm so glad we did it! One of the places they told us was a local shopping neighborhood away form the touristy stuff. We did that the next day on Saturday, and had a fun shopping day!

In other news, after struggling to find the studio for my dance class, and lots of confusion with the scheduling, I found it. I need to buy special shoes, that I'm going to get tomorrow. It's a very physical class, lots of wrist and hand motions, as well as coordinating the arms with leg and hip action, coupled with the tapping rhythm of the shoes. Hopefully I'll have a little more rhythm and coordination by the end of this, because I'm starting off a little rough I feel like. 

My other classes are going alright, but I'm not happy with my schedule. I start every day at 11, then have a few hours break, then have at least another class or two till I'm done. I would much prefer them all together. Also, Friday classes makes planning trips difficult, but I'm making it work.

Speaking of, I'm going on my first trip tomorrow! I'm going to Milan to visit my good friend Katie May, who's studying abroad there, aaaand our friend Samantha Jones who is in Barcelona is coming as well! I'm super excited!! We're booking all our trips that we know we're doing, before prices go up. Right now Leah and I are planning a trip with a good friend in Copenhagen to go to Rome at the end of October. Flights were a little more than we were anticipating, so we're looking into couchsurfing as an option of a free place to stay. If you're unfamiliar, couchsurfing.org is a great website, where people can post that they have a couch you can stay on or are available to meet for coffee or drinks or whatever. Just a free way to get to know someone of another culture. Everyone is vouched for and approved to be safe, and you can look into everything about them before booking. We're hoping to find a girl somewhere near our age, but we'll see. 

Other than that, I've just been getting acquainted with classes and with Madrid nightlife. Still haven't been able to make it to 6, but I have stayed out way past my bedtime. 

Those are all my highlights- more to come after MILANO!!!

Getting settled in..

To start with, I wanted to note some interesting differences in cultures:

-No street signs have words on them

     stop signs are red with one white line on them

     exit signs are green with a stick figure running toward a door

     even on buses, there are pictures of who should get reserved seats (pregnant, older people, etc.) without words

-People don't smile in pictures

-Trends arrive a little late and a little skewed

     lots of guys sport the Jersey Shore look (greased hair, super tan, popped collars), others just very metro

     I heard "Hit me baby one more time" in a club.. need I say more?

-Washing machines don't make sense (I'm going through my first laundry experience now; we'll see how it turns out)

-Sitting is an activity (lots of people go to the park and sit. They don't read or eat or anything, just sit)

more to come of this category im sure

Anyway, so this past weekend I went on two trips.

On Saturday, I met up with a group at SLU and a big bus of us went to El Monestario de Piedra. As you might have guessed, it's a monestary! It's about 2.5 hours from Madrid. The monastery is missing a roof now, but is very beautiful. We saw a wine cellar that the monks used to make wine and the kitchen where they made chocolate. The monastery's claim to fame is that it was the first place in Europe to make chocolate. I had some from the gift shop; it was okay- a little bitter, perhaps they were still sticking to the original recipe. The coolest part about the monastery, though, is that it is attached to a beautiful nature park. First, we saw a bird show where we almost got annihilated by a vulture. Then, we went for a walk through the nature park. The park is mainly comprised of waterfalls, caves, and huge trees. I am unable to upload pictures right now, but when I do, you'll see the beauty that I'm talking about. 

The next day we went to Toledo. Although I had been before, it was one of my favorite places I went, and wanted to return. The old town is very interesting because at one time it was evenly populated by Jews, Christians, and Muslims. Many cathedrals still rock architecture from the mosque or temple that it was before converted into a Cathedral under Ferdinand. Toledo is known for its old design as well. It has a mote and a wall around the city. I wish there was a drawbridge; maybe at one time. All of the streets are cobblestone, windy, up and downhill, very narrow. Toledo has wondrous churches with incredible history. We got a tour of the city and then had a few hours of free time. We got some food as some split to go to mass. Then we met back up and explored. There are lots of sword and knight shops in Toledo- that's probably a key descriptor of the town also. 

After our adventures, I was exhausted, so Leah and I stayed in and planned upcoming trips. If everything works out, I should have some pretty amazing trips coming up. A group of us is planning a trip to go canyoning in the Swiss Alps; I'm going to Milan to visit a friend in two weeks then back over to Venice in Italy in about a month and a half; Barcelona soon, Mallorca (an island in the Mediterranean just east of Spain) soon also; Morocco in November, Paris after that, and Holland in December. I also want to go to Sevilla sometime I'm in Spain, so I need to find a place to put that. I can't describe my excitement for all of these trips- I really hope they happen!! I posted a budget chart in my room to make sure I'm staying on task. Hopefully I'll be able to do all of this without spending toooo much. 

On Monday, I had my first day of Biology, of which I was terrified. I switched out of one of my business classes because I had three and Richmond will only accept 2 from abroad. I decided that since this semester is pass/fail, I should take my necessary science now since I know I won't do well, and I don't want it bringing down my GPA. My teacher, however, was incredibly nice and helpful. The class went well.

Today, I had a busy day. I just dropped my Graphic Design class that is taught in Spanish because I think it's going to be a little too technical and over my head. Instead, I switched into a Spanish-taught Flamenco dance class. It's not as conducive to my schedule, but I'm very excited about it. Tomorrow's my first day, wish me luck!

And then...

I apologize for the delay; my schedule got a bit hectic. I think I left you right before I had orientation. I like the SLU people a lot; they are fun, friendly, and up for all the adventures that I am. My only drawback is that they are all American, mostly very similar to people at UR. After spending the night with a handful of representatives from various countries, I was a bit disappointed by that. Like I said, however, the people are really great. I have made many friends and look forward to developing those friendships more.

Back to events- we met at the university, sat through an orientation speech, then boarded buses to go who know's where. I sat next do a girl Alex. She was a good choice because she seemed to have all the answers- for phone, money, where to go, everything. Once we got off the bus, we found ourselves in what I learned later was a retreat area. There was a lot of downtime involved throughout the day which most people spent talking to different people getting to know others with the common questions: "Where are you from and what school do you go to?", "What's your major and what classes are you taking?", "How's your host family so far?" (almost everyone at St. Louis is staying with a host family, but I am very glad to not be in that category). Our productive activities included getting phones (flip phone with basic features and expensive calling plan) and went to a seminar about how to be safe in the city, what to expect, yada yada. We had lunch- meals are interesting here- for lunch, many people have several courses. Of entrees. It's normal to have una hamburguesa then when you finish un sandwich and then a bowl of pasta. Then you're supposed to pass out for your siesta. Instead of siesta-ing, we split up into different activities. I played ultimate with some people, including two that I think will continue to be good friends - Cassi and Tom. Afterward, we went back to school, and split up to go home. 

My apartment is unfortunately pretty far from the university. Between the twenty-five minute metro ride and the twenty to thirty minutes spent walking, I have to leave pretty early to get there in time. It is, however, closer to the center of Madrid where the fun takes place, and halfway in between my and Leah's universities, as hers is very south and mine is north. 

That night, Leah, Selina (that's really how to spell her name I learned) and her boyfriend, our Russian roommate Jenna (pronounced with soft j- jjjjjjjjjenna), and I went out together that night. First, we went to a tapas bar and were eating and drinking. I was at the end of the line of our chairs at the bar and after we'd been there a while started talking to the guy next to me. He was older, but nice and friendly. Soon I realized he was quite drunk. He found the name "Página" quite funny. We left soon after that, though, because he got a little to touchy on my face, head, and neck for my comfort. I know people are more touchy here, but that was a bit much. We then met up with one of Leah's friends from school who goes to Richmond back home. His name is Jordan, and he was with his roommate Pedro, who lives in Madrid and was turning 22 and his 19 year old brother, Carlos. They took us to a trendy bar that looked like the inside of a cave. The specialty drink was huge, so four of us split it. The liquid (a milky cinnamony alcohol) came from the ceiling when it was made. The DJ was playing pretty good music, though most everything was American. It's surprising to me how people who don't even know English will prefer American music. Another note is that people in Spain do not dance like Americans, and the American way of dancing is frowned upon and thought of as trashy. Something to keep in mind. 

The Spanish way is typically to wake up and get ready, maybe have some coffee or churros, go to work, come home at around 2 for big lunch and siesta, return to work around 5, work for a few more hours, then come home and relax before going out for tapas and drinks. From there people go to bars, clubs, and discotecas. They stay out till six or seven and go home. They wake up the next day, shower, rinse, REPEAT. More power to them, but I am not quite on that schedule yet. 

We came back at 1:45, so we could catch the metro that shuts down from 2-6. Although it's only a 6 euro cab ride away, we need to figure out the buses that run all night to avoid this charge. The next day I met up with the SLU people, and we went on an excursion to El Escorial. Though I had been before, it is an incredible place, as you can see from the pictures. We took some photo-ops and got a brief history of the church inside. We were then free to do whatever. The unfortunate thing about this amazing trip, was that we didn't have a lot of guides. We were free to roam the small town with no idea of when or where to meet back up. A group of us walked around for a bit and decided to grab a bite to eat, but since it was siesta time, the only place we could find open was an American-style restaurant. It wasn't completely accurate, but it was good food. Something that I need to get used to here is that time is not that important. When you go out to eat, they usually wait a while before greeting you, you wait more for food, then you wait for the check, then you sit and wait more until you're ready to leave. At home, eating is a get in and get out operation. Here, they don't consider it "waiting"; they're simply talking and visiting. No one is ever in a hurry or rushed. People will sit in the park doing nothing, not reading or listening to music. Just sitting. I'm not there yet, either. 

Anyway, after a hassle of rounding people up trying to figure out where we were going, we made it to the bus. We piled on and I rested my eyes only to be woken up five minutes later by the girl next to me letting me know we stopped again. We were literally dropped off with nothing said. Everyone began snapping pictures of the monument with which they were unfamiliar. Because I had been here before, I provided some background to some people. It was the giant cross built for Francisco Franco's grave. Inside, which was blocked off, is a beautiful cathedral, and below it are a bunch of tombs. I don't remember exactly who all is buried there, but it's quite a few because the name of the monument is "The Land of the Fallen". Soon someone yelled at us to get back on. Chulo = Cool. 

The next time I was waking up was when we were back at school. I met up with Tom and his roommate Kevin, and they took me to El Corte Ingles, which is sort of their version of Target or Walmart because it has everything. It's interesting though because each El Corte Ingles has its own theme of things it sells- it could be electronics or books or clothes. We first stopped at their host family's house, where their crazy host mother yelled at them because they brought me. Then we went to the store. This one had a lot. 6 floors! I was primarily looking for a fan, school supplies, or things like that. Well, nothing like that, but I did get a lot of food, which was nice because it was getting expensive eating out all the time. 

After carrying three bags of groceries with me on my long metro ride home, I arrived and cooked dinner for Leah and myself- spaghetti, corn, and a salad. I know it's not Spanish, but give me a break I don't know how to cook that stuff yet! The kitchen is very hard to cook in, especially for someone who is not the best cook to begin with. The gas burners are started with a match, and basically have three temperatures- super super hot huge flames, really really big flames, or off. Regardless, I pulled it off- it wasn't a complicated meal. 

That night I met up with people from SLU, and we went to various bars, collecting our free shots from different promotions we'd heard about. Unfortunately, it was the second night out of two that I ended up taking care of Jjjjjjjena who came with me.

The next morning we started classes! I was excited to see what the permanent students at SLU are like. Information Technology was first, which was good; it felt like a Richmond class, and in fact I met a girl from Richmond in the class. Then I had a few hours until my next class, which Cassi, Tom, and I used to wander around, learn the area, and have lunch. My next class was Graphic Design, which is taught in Spanish. I'm a little worried about it, only because there are 6 of us in the class and I'm the only non-native-Spanish-speaker.  I'm worried that because it's a computer-related class, he'll use technical phrases that I won't know. We will see. Another thing about the class that I didn't like is that it's in the basement, and since there is no AC anywhere and we depend on open windows for circulation, it was very hot. My last class of the day was Business Ethics, which I think I will like a lot. It's a discussion organized class, which I like. I met another person from Richmond in this class as well! 

After classes, I went home, but could not get in because I still don't have the key to get in the lobby downstairs, and we haven't figured out how to buzz people in yet. I decided to go to the grocery store until someone could help me. I bought some croquetas to heat up, which is a mozzarella stick looking thing with either chicken and cheese or ham and cheese inside usually. I made that, and potatoes, but with the stove-top problem, things weren't cooked to perfection sadly. 

We had people from SLU come over for a little bit to see the apartment and to drink a little before going out. They then left to meet up with some people, while Leah and I left to meet up with her international friends from the first night. We met up in Sol, a timesquare type area where people meet and go to various bars in the area. We went to a bar for a little, then decided to check out a discoteca. We went to Joy, which is I guess hard to get into because there was a very long line. Leah, a Dutch Laura, and I went to another line to try and go in through the exit. The bouncer was telling a man that he could go in if he paid 150 euros for a private table. The man pulled the cash out of his pocket, so we asked if we could pretend we were with him. He brought us in with him and guided us to his couches and table on the sidelines of the dancefloor. I felt like a paid hooker or something, and when he started making us drinks, we bolted for the bathroom and didn't return. We stayed for a little longer, but left at around 2:30. Outside we saw Pedro! We told him of our experience getting in and he let us know that he works there so we should just ask him. Good to know. He helped us get a taxi reluctantly and called us lame a few times for going home so early. 

This morning I had Operations Management and Management Science, which I am concerned about because it uses calculus, and the professor is apparently very difficult- two bad things. But all my classes are pass-fail so hopefully it'll be a good idea to get this out of the way here. This is my first time to have to myself in days, so I have just been relaxing since then. 

Sorry if I bored you with details, I think I did myself a little bit, time for a siesta!

What a day!

I am very glad that I signed up for the group flight because they made it pretty easy for me. Directors and "Campus Ambassadors" met us off the flight and walked us through the terminal to get our bags. Once I collected my overweight bags, I headed for the Currency Counter. Although I was disheartened when my 102 American dollars left me with 64 euros, I stayed optimistic and tired for the coming adventure.

A CA led me into a taxi out front and translated the address I had on my phone to him, so I would go to the right place. I went to the Aluni office to pick up my keys. A good hour or so later I was on a metro subway with one of the Aluni women who was nice enough to show me to the apartment and help me with my bags. We conversed mainly in English because she wanted to practice, and after an 8 hour sleepless flight, that was okay by me.

Up the elevator to the fourth floor I found my new apartment. No one home, I was sad to find. To the left when one enters is my room. I had another key to open my room. It was pretty bare bones when I first walked in, but a good size. I'll upload pics tomorrow of it now with my things in it tomorrow when I'm not so exhausted and jetlagged. There's no air conditioning in the apartment, but with all the windows and fans, it's okay. I've heard a few complaints about the weather, but I find it quite pleasant so far. It's warm, but not stuffy or humid, just the right consistency. With air flowing, it's very manageable.

Leah warned me beforehand that she was not impressed with the apartment when she arrived, so I entered skeptically expecting to find rats and molded food. It wasn't that extreme, but the apartment was clearly experiencing a lack of attention. The kitchen was okay. It featured a washing machine, small refrigerator, stove, microwave, and a clothesline out the window for drying. No oven, though. The bathrooms, next door to each other on the opposite side of the apartment from me, were not in the best shape. A panel was coming loose on the frame, Leah complains of the shower not draining, which I can look forward to tomorrow morning, and she found hair all over the place. I'm lucky to have her, because she took pictures and has been complaining to the Aluni company for days, though with little response.

Anyway, I was simply happy to have my own apartment, my own space. I unpacked a suitcase, made my bed, and decided a nap was an order. I hoped that when I woke up, Leah would be here. Lucky me, two hours later who wakes me up but my wish and friend! We chatted and decided to go run some errands (get food, buy her some sheets, etc). Since she had been here for a few days prior, Leah knew her way around.
Stores here are different. The store we went to for the sheets had a display in the window of towels and bedding. According to Leah's informant, stores feature a product in the windows for a few weeks, then clear out the merchandise and start selling something new like lawnmowers. If you don't get it when you can, tough luck.We got our supplies and headed back. Trying to set up the internet, we had some malfunctions with the router. There was also a broken doorknob involved. Humble features of my new home.

Soon Silina and her boyfriend arrived. Silina is from Holland, and her boyfriend is visiting for a week or two. They speak English, but no Spanish. I look forward to getting to know both of them better.

Leah had made plans to meet up with some people from her program she had met, so I tagged along. We met up with Yona from Romania and walked around the Plaza Mayor for a bit. She had a thick accent and a warm demeanor, casually discussing her whereabouts. Though she is from Romania, Yona goes to school in Denmark, but is studying abroad in Madrid. How cultured!

Soon it was time to meet up with the rest of the group in front of none other than Mickey D's. Yes, it is a sit down restaurant here. I sincerely hope that the menu is a bit different here, as word is that it is very pricey. We met two people outside when we arrived- a boy from Paris and a girl from Holland. No one knew each other who was meeting, so we began getting to know each other. As we started talking, more people walked up, and more, and more. Soon we had 16 international students discussing their cultures. If memory serves there were two German girls, two Dutch girls, a Danish boy and girl, two Finnish girls, an Australian boy, an Italian boy, an English boy, the French boy, and the three of us.

We all decided that though Spaniards don't eat dinner until 10 or so, we weren't accustomed and were all hungry. Yona suggested a place nearby that would be good, so we began our journey. Our journey continued for about forty-five minutes as people disagreed and changed their minds and couldn't decide. Finally Leah and I forced the mob to a joint she had been to the day before.

I was surprised to find that many people on the trip did not speak Spanish. They struggled to read the menus with their pocket dictionaries. The meal lasted well over 2 hours, and I was glad. With such an eclectic group of people, conversation would not get dull. They laughed at my Texan "y'all"'s, and we all swapped stories of the norm in our country of origin.

Exhausted, Leah and I bowed out and decided to call it a night. Tomorrow I have orientation and am very excited to see what the group of people at my school are like. I am glad to have met the people in Leah's program and look forward to getting to know them more, but I hope that I can learn about Spanish culture as well. I am, after all, in the capital.

Sidebar, as I write this, I can see and hear through my open window a man across the way with a tambourine shaking it to the music he and his companions are creating. Although sure to be obnoxious in a few moments when I am trying to get some shut-eye, I enjoy the proximity and the peace of the residents right now.

If today was any indication of things to come, I think I'll like it here a lot more than my last visit to España!

To infinity.. AND BEYOND!

Some snacks, books, music, and an oversized suitcase or two and off I go! I'm spending the night in Chicago tonight with a Crate and Barrel relative in the area, Maria. She has been a wonderful and gracious host I am happy to report! My flights to Chicago were pleasant- the first I upgraded to first class so my suitcases wouldn't cost me more than the plane ticket. Then from Dallas to Chicago, I got into a wonderful book donated to the Paige travel fund by Aunt Diji.

Tomorrow is the big day and I can hardly wait! Leah, my friend from Richmond with whom I'm rooming, is already there. She reports that our three other roommates are from Holland, France, and Russia! I hope our cultures don't clash too much, but provide us all with a new worldview after the trip.

Although I'm very disappointed about missing the White Panda concert at Richmond the other night, I do feel lucky to be far out of the path of Hurricane Irene and the random earthquake last week. Please Richmond readers, be safe!

Well, I have an eight hour flight and a time change to look forward to tomorrow, so I should get some shut-eye. Expect lots more very soon!

poignant and peaceful

La Mariposa- The Powder Kegs

This is a song that I love, and with some Spanish in it, it's getting me ready. For our non-Spanish-speakers, "mariposa" means butterfly. It kind of matches my feelings right now also, which makes the song even better. Flutter, flutter.

Last time I went to Spain...

So, in a few weeks I will be studying abroad in the bustling city of Madrid, Spain. I cannot express my excitement! Although, I guess I'm sort of cheating. I've studied abroad in Spain before. A few years ago I joined a program in Santander, Spain where I took classes there for a month. I lived with a family, and the program offered many excursions to different parts of Spain. Well, this time I'm going back, but in a different way. I have an apartment with a girl from my school in the US, Leah, and 3 other people from all over the world. I hope there's an Australian, I think they're interesting people. Anyway, I'm making this blog a bit prematurely, but I thought in anticipation I would reminisce about my last trip. Here are the highlights- enjoy!