Thursday, July 26, 2007

Oh the People You'll Meet

"Oh the places you'll go! Oh the people you'll meet!...

You have brains in your head.You have feet in your shoes.You can steer yourself any direction you choose. You're on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the one who'll decide where to go.... "-Dr Seuss


As I come to the close of this trip I have begun to realize that my favorite thing has been all the people I have met. People from all walks of life, people from all different countries... learning a new language opens up another part of the world that you would never have met if the language barrier still stood in your way. Most of the people I've met know more than one language and it usually includes English or Spanish. I was talking with one guy who listed off the languages he knew: Spanish, English, French, Italian, German, and Arabic and then looked at me inquiringly, "How many do you speak?" When I admitted to 'only' two he asserted that I was still young. He's right. Heck, why not learn more languages? But anyway, back to the people:

- A Spanish sailor taught me how to cuss in spanish holding to the saying "cussing like a sailor"

-I hung out with a group of French girls a couple nights in a row and had more fun with them than my American girl friends

-I hung out with a couple from Ireland and we discussed the antics of Harry Potter

-I had a conversation with an Italian while I spoke spanish and he spoke italian and I think we actually understood each other

-I laughed with a little guy from Cambodia for no particular reason

-I hung out with guys from Germany who are middle eastern descent and we discussed politics

-I've tagged along with a couple of British stag parties

-I have more Spanish friends than I can keep track of

-I go to "the barrio" with one friend and leave with anywhere between 2-20 more


One of the greatest things I can take away from this trip is that it's okay to talk to people, actually it's great. The more international friends you have the greater your understanding of the world around you. So get out there and meet someone new today.

Tuesday, July 24, 2007

Barcelona and the book that led us there



So once upon a time I had this pretty sweet spanish teacher in high school. Before I left I told him I was going to Spain and he mailed me the book he used when he last traveled to Spain. I didn´t think much of it until last weekend when it saved my life...


There I was sitting in class learning about Pretérito Imperfecto de Subjunctivo and fuming at a certain he who must not be named. My phone lit up with a text message: "Sorry love, can´t make it down there this weekend I´m snowed in at work." I softly cursed the Brits under my breath and then turned coyly to my lovely friend Lori who was staring blankly at the conjugated verbs on the board. "Soooooooo Lori..." She grunted something to acknowledge she had heard me and then I said quickly "Wanna catch the next train to Barcelona and get out of here?" She nodded in agreement and after class we found Nicole.

-"Nicole, we´re going to Barcelona."

-"When?"

-"Now."

-"Oh"

Nicole took a little more persuading but I took the bus home, ran inside, and found Zoeller´s book. I used it to find everything we needed and four hours later we were standing at the train station buying our tickets for the next morning.


I have to say, Barcelona is pretty sweet. Without the book we would have been completely lost. We had maps of all the different parts of town, a map of the metro, had found a Hostal close to La Rambla, and were able to find all the cool places to see.


When we got there we wandered down La Rambla taking in all the street performers, then rode to the top of the Cristobal Colon monument to see all of Barcelona at once. From there we hopped on the met and quickly found the Picasso Museum. The museum was awesome because you start at the beginning of his career before he goes all weird and then each room is the next period of his life. My favorite was his study on Las Meninas in case you have any idea of what I´m talking about. We used the book to find the most popular restaurant close to us called... El Quinte Nit... or something.. I can´t speak catalun so half the time I had no idea what the signs said. I finally learned that the language I am learning is called Castellano. Es el mejor. Anyway, the hostal we were in was really nice. Apparently you can´t book one of the hostals where you sleep with strangers at the last minute. Instead you get a personal room and bath with three twin beds shoved in there and you have the most comfortable nights sleep yet. Who knew?


The next day we went straight to La Sagrada Familia. It was incredible. It was one of those instances where you don´t really know what to expect so when you get there you just stare openmouthed and blinking rapidly kind of like a frog. Then you take more pictures then you will ever need of it, but it´s okay because you have a digital camera and you can delete all of the unnecessary ones later. We walked down L'Eixample seeing more of Gaudi´s work and stopping in little cafés to eat chocolate filled croissants. We were moved into an apartment because the hostal couldn´t find us another room (darn it?) so we HAD to sleep in a giant feather bed all together with our own kitchen and bathroom. After we "moved in" we headed to the history museum which I had found in the book, but hadn´t read the description. So, we get there and head to the first room,`politely looking at the ancient artifacts and then we can´t find the rest of the museum. I find an elevator and we all climb inside.

-"Uh, guys?"

-"Yeah?"

-"There are only two buttons. One says 'Barcelona' and the other says 'Barcino'.. what do I do?"

-"Just push one."

So I do and the elevator starts going down and a disembodied voice tells us that we are now going back in time. We get off and a whole Roman city lays in ruins before our feet. It was by far the coolest museum EVER! We were able to walk through the whole city on suspended glass platforms so we could see everything and we had an audio tour guide that was able to tell us a lot too. Above (when we got back to Barcelona from Barcino) we found ourselves in the throne room where Ferdinand and Isabel received Columbus after his journey to America. Sometimes... history can be reallly cool.


For good measure we went to the nearby chocolate museum. After we went and changed then headed to a Flamenco show. I had never seen anything more passionate in my life. A woman sitting next to Lori had burst into tears halfway through one of the songs. I swear on my life I will never be able to appreciate another guitar player ever again unless he can play some darn good spanish guitar. AND dancers of the tango and tap have got NOTHING on Flamenco dancers. I was very impressed.


The night proved to be fruitless besides the fact that Lori got an egg thrown at her and I got proposed to by a very hairy German man and Nicole was asked three times if she was Jamaican (which she is) by three different Jamaican men.


Overall the trip was very successful. I am no longer mad at the men in my life.. at least not the British ones (ahem, Adam) and we never would have gotten anywhere with our spontaneousness if it had not been for Zoeller´s book.. which we call simply: The Bible. So, thanks Zoeller for thinking of me. Someday I will send you something random in the mail and it will prove useful months down the road.


Oh and thank you to Lori and Nicole who go along with my impulsiveness when I need them the most:

Thursday, July 19, 2007

Mi Hermanito, Goyo


It´s amazing how much you can learn from a 7 year old. This kid is way fun. Here´s a video of him dancing/ demonstrating the fact that I taught him how to say "Rock, paper, scissors, SHOOT"

Thursday, July 12, 2007

Top 10 Reasons Why Dad Should Let Me Become a Sailor




10. After having lived in Spain, America is going to seem very boring to me, and I´ll need something to keep myself occupied.


9. Sailing builds character, and I just decided I don´t have enough of that.






8. Though I have received a lot of life experience here in Spain, I could gain even more life experiences being a sailor and thus have more to write about.


7. If I have more to write about I will be a more successful writer, can publish a best seller and buy dad his own 50 foot sailboat.





6. I will be able to learn even more languages and see even more of the world.

5. I will be humbled. Especially if I start out as a deck hand.


4. From experience, sailors are very unreliable people, they need someone like me to whip them into shape.










3. Also from experience, I know that sailors usually don´t have set goals for themselves. They just drop out of high school and start sailing because that´s all they want to do with their lives. I could set a better example for them.


2. I have come to not even like sailors very much, which depresses me, and the only way to repair this is to become a sailor myself and thus change my opinion.




1. And most importantly, so everyone can continue living vicariously through me.

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

Mi Vida en España

I´ve moved in with a Spanish family and it has been awesome. I live with a woman who´s about 50 named Marisa and her 7 year old son, Goyo. Before I moved in I was really worried. I´m used to living on my own at this point and it´s a more comfortable situation to be with other Americans anyway. By the second day I felt like it was a home I had never left. I fit right in with the two of them constantly teasing each other. I already know the city so I don´t need to rely on them too much for anything except for the constant Spanish. I just learned yesterday that apparently Marisa can speak English but our director, Luis, told her to not speak to me in English at all because he thinks I know enough Spanish where it´s not necessary. It took me a week to figure this out. BUt in that week I have learned SO much more Spanish at a faster pace than I was learning at school. Before you could go to school all day, but when you went home you´d still be among other Americans and you would speak English. Now I learn something at school and I´m able to go home and practice what I´ve learned. It´s so fun. Talking to Goyo is awesome too because he has a simpler way of talking and a simpler way of explaining everything. I come home and I have food waiting for me for lunch, and then I get dinner later around 9:30. She does my laundry and she even cleaned my room once. Mom says to not get used to it. OH and for the first couple days Goyo took advantage of the language barrier and cheated in every game we played until I finally learned the word "Tramposo" and now I win everything... he never wants to play as much anymore...

Friday, June 29, 2007

Las Hogueras



I do not have words in English or in Spanish to describe this night. Las Hogueras is a festival in Alicante that celebrates the summer solstice, the shortest night of the year. I read a poem where the man refers to it as ¨the night that is converted into day.¨ At the beginning of the festival, beautiful statues are built around the city. There are about 86. Some of them are over 15 feet tall. For four days the city celebrates with a wake up call at 8:00 in the morning (marching bands and firecrackers down every street), mascletas in the afternoon (the loudest fireworks show you will ever hear), parades for the rest of the day, and then barracas all night long (dance parties in the streets). The whole city is awake for the entire weekend. And then Sunday night is when it all ends. Literally, with a bang.




So we prepared ourselves: tennis shoes and bathing suits under our clothes, and at midnight we were at the beach. Everyone waited until finally the palmera was shot off from the top of the castle. The most beautiful firework I have ever seen! It announced that the night had officially begun and we were off running down the street towards the ayuntamiento (town hall) where the official hoguera stood. The amount of people surrounding the beautiful statue was suffocating and then suddenly fireworks began going off around and off of the statue itself, which was doused in gasoline, and the whole thing took to flames. You felt the heat on your face and soon we noticed people ducking and moving out of the way. We looked up, hot ash was falling from the sky. The firemen went to work, and so did the crowd, taunting them with namecalling and chants for "Agua!" Soon, the firemen´s hoses were turned on the crowd with an uproar of cheers, but we didn´t feel the water because we were running up the street once again towards another calle, for another hoguera. This one was less crowded and we got front row seats. When the hoguera lit, we all jumped back a couple feet because the fire was so intense. This time when the hoses were finally turned on the crowd we were drenched in no time. We ran and found our barrio´s hoguera. There we watched it burn to the end.




We ran back to the apartment (by this time we had run over a mile that night) and changed into dry clothes. We found our neighbors and headed to the barracas for some dancing. We danced until 5:00 in the morning at which point we headed to the beach. We found one of our spanish friends there and sat talking with him until the sun rose over the beach. We learned later that you are not fully purified from the night unless you see the sun rise, so don´t worry guys, I´m pure. I think we finally went to bed around 8:00.


Más fotos: http://unlv.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2025611&l=8ab69&id=23709871

And how was your summer solstice? I hope you didn´t miss it!

Friday, June 22, 2007

Making Hemingway´s Spain My Spain



There is a saying here in Spain that goes ¨Leer es Vivir dos veces" This translates in English to "To read is to live two times." I read Hemingway, but now I´m living Hemingway too. I went to my first bullfight yesterday with a group of about seven girls. They all cried when the first bull died, but I loved watching the fight. Four of the girls left after the first three bulls, but I stayed. I understood when the bull was putting up a good fight, when it had good breeding, and when it was just a stupid animal. I understood when the matador in turn understood the bull and what he would do next, and I understood when everytging the matador did was just for show. I could pick the brave from the cowards and I observed how as the final sword was driven into the spine of the bull the picadors came up waving their capes on either side of the bull until it kneeled down at the feet of the matador in defeat. The bull´s last sight was usually the matador standing triumphant over it. I was able to understand the fight because it was as if Hemingway had explained it to me. Thus, after the second bull went down I understood that this was an excellent fight and I rose to my feet with the other spainards and waved my fan in a sign to present the matador with the bull´s ear as the other girls looked on dumbfounded. I liked the bull fight. Not many people do. But I take it as a representation of man´s ablity to overcome fear, to take on something so much bigger than itself and do so with a sort of majestic grace.




Something went terribly wrong with the last bull. It was bigger than the rest, and smarter too. It understood more than the other bulls had. So, when the gates opened to let the horses through, the bull made a run for it. He rammed the gate open and gored the man behind the gate. The man was taken and passed up through the crowd like a bloody rag doll and disappeared from view. A few moments passed where we were all on our feet. The silence was broken by hushed whispers and then a riderless horse came flying into the stadium pushed through the gate by the angry bull. The picadors went to work and the matador came out for the final fight. The bull gave up early in the fight, but had won his first battle. The man is still alive. The paper today said he´s in the general hospital in critical condition. I wish I could tell you more, but reading the newspaper in spanish is still not one of my strong points.





Monday, June 18, 2007

A Weekend With THE Girls

Last Friday I got some girls together and we went to Elche right after school. It´s a beautiful little town which is characterized by its many palm trees and it´s beautiful basilica. We went to the basilica first and climbed over a hundred stairs (not that we were counting) to the very top. It was quite worth the two euros to see the beautiful view. After sight seeing and walking through one of the palm tree parks, we got to the real reason that we had come, because we had heard that Elche has amazing shoe shopping. It´s true. Spain produces some of the most beautiful shoes in the world. We spent a good two hours going from one shoe store to the other. There aren´t department stores here, but little stores that specialize in a particular thing. So walking down the street and about very other store being shoes was pretty exciting. We each bought one pair of shoes and then had dinner in a chinese restaurant. When we got back to Alicante, Sarah, Nicole and I donned our new shoes and went out dancing. It was a really fun day.
Here´s more pictures of Elche: http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2025321&l=eaf8f&id=23709871


So Sunday night I was sitting in my sala about 11:00 when the entire town went insane. I opened the window and watched as people raced down the street to the plaza and car after car after motorcycle after car raced down the streets honking their horns and yelling. I just rolled my eyes, cuz I´m getting used to outbursts like this, but after ten minutes of straight pandamonium I was back at the window and that´s when I saw the Real Madrid banners. I knew what had happened. Real Madrid had won the championship and so they were running to the plaza to celebrate in the fountain. I ran and got Rebecca and Nicole, we threw on Madrid shirts and ran to the plaza with everyone else. The streets were completely filled with people. Firecrakers as big as my hand were being lit and thrown into the streets. Flags were waving, people had real madrid and España flags draped across their shoulders. There was singing and chanting, but no one could get to the fountain because it was closed down in preparation for the festival this weekend. The police came to dispurse the mob of people, and then they started tipping over the dumpsters and lighting them on fire in an effort to get the firemen to come in hopes that they would spray them with their hoses. When the firemen came they started chanting "Hijos de puta", but the firemen didn´t give in. So then they started ripping down street signs and throwing them at the policemen who had now turned the water off from the fountain. It sounds violent, but in reality, everyone was celebrating the entire time! Singing, dancing, yelling, drinking. It was national pride in action and it was fantastic. When we finally decided it was getting dangerous, we went back to the apartment and watched as people ran from the police under our window. One boy stopped and called up to us. He told me he was David Beckham and he wanted me to go to a discoteca with him. I told him I couldn´t because I had school in the morning and then he had to start running away again. The Spanish celebrate everything. Sometimes, I think they don´t need a reason to celebrate. They´re just celebrating being alive.

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

Costa Blanca- Javea, Denía, Altea, y Calpe


The past two weekends USAC has taken us on day trips to the other cities along Costa Blanca. The first trip was June 2 and we went to Javea and Denía. Javea was first and it began with a hike up a mountain. As we got higher and higher, the world got smaller and smaller. When we got to the top we sat at the top with our legs dangling over the edge. Nicole looked at me and said "This is so worth $10,000." We all agreed. The bus picked us up at the top of the mountain thankfully, and drove us to Denía for lunch. Lunch in Spain is the biggest meal of the day. It usually consists of a couple courses and dessert. We all had lunch together because it was paid through USAC. It began with a salad of fresh vegetables, fried vegetables, and croquettas (which are delicious, but hard to explain so just look it up). We then had tortilla con patatas which is alot like a Quiche with eggs and potatoes. Then came the Paella which is a special rice dish in Spain and is very popular. The food was delicious and we spent the rest of the afternoon swimming and sleeping on the beach in Denía.



The next field trip was the following Saturday and we went to Altea and Calpe. Altea was first. It´s a sleepy little residential town with lots of stairs, white apartments, beautiful views, and sleepy little cafés. We spent about an hour there before heading to Calpe. Calpe was beautiful. It´s a great city for outdoor activities. We saw people scuba diving, rock climbing, sailing, and anything else you can imagine. It´s famous for the large rock in the middle of the town. We ate here and it was a very similar meal except it was the paella with noodles which I think is called fidaulla... or something. And again, the rest of the afternoon was spent swimming and sleeping on the beach.




And thus began the festival of the moors and the christians in Alicante:




These people know how to put on a show, I´ll tell you what. We went to the parade on Sunday night which was the entrance of the moors into Spain. The costumes were very elaborate, as you can see. There was a ton of detail put into each group of moors marching down the street. There were also camels and dancers and all sorts of amazing sights. They completely outdo Americans as far as parades go. On Monday night, we knew there was to be a battle between the moors and the christians, but did not realize what we were getting into as we walked up the streets and began feeling as if we were walking into a war zone. We were soon walking past spaniards stuffing cotton into their ears when we caught sight of a Christian holding a gun, suddenly he cocked it and a loud bang of fire and smoke ensued. The three of us screamed and jumped but the bang was answered by many more. So we stuffed our fingers in our ears and rushed down the streets. We soon realized one side was filled with Christians and the other with Moors and they were banging away at each other. It was so scary! But so amazing to see! So in some way weirdly fun!


Okay, that´s all for now. I´m loving it here! There are so many things to see and do, yet at the same time it is the most relaxed atmosphere I´ve ever been in in my life. I met a waitor who´s mum is English and his dad is Spanish so he´s completely bilingual and has worked in both countries. He told me he hated London because everyone is always in such a rush and so stressed out. Spain is completely the opposite. The environment is tranquil and the spanish take their time doing everything. They stop to enjoy life.

Here´s the link for more pics: http://unlv.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2025070&l=e849d&id=23709871

Here´s the link to the video of the war zone I was in: http://s77.photobucket.com/albums/j79/LittleHazel/?action=view&current=S6300435.flv

Thursday, June 7, 2007

First Impressions- Alicante

On the way to Alicante we stopped in Toledo. It was by far my favorite city. It is the ancient capital of Spain. It´s one of the oldest cities we´ve been in and one of the most beautiful. Since it was Sunday, mass was going on so we couldn´t actually tour any of the beautiful cathedrals, but we had a couple of hours of free time to eat lunch, walk around, and take pictures. I really enjoyed it.

About four or five hours later we finally pulled into Alicante. We woke up, looked around, and I was scared out of my mind. "Oh my gosh, we´re in LA." Was my first thought. The city seemed to consist of only apartment buildings, palm trees, and graffiti everywhere. I didn´t share my thoughts with anyone at the time, but on later talking with my friends, everyone got about the same reaction. Now, we have all grown to love Alicante.


It´s a beautiful city, it really is. What makes it beautiful is it´s personality. During the day, it is tranquil. No one rushes anywhere, life moves at a slower pace. The people of Alicante are lovely people. They are always willing to talk to you and to help you with your Spanish. At night the city wakes up and the streets are once again filled with people at about 2:00 in the morning until 6:00. As our teacher explained it to us, the Spanish drink to socialize, to dance, to live, to enjoy each other´s company. They do not understand why the Americans are content to just sit around and get drunk. They drink to have fun. And they do have fun. And it is fun even when you do not drink with them. The Spanish people know how to dance, the men too. They love meeting new people. They love to live. Alicante is famous for it´s nightlife.

The University is on the outskirts of the city. It´s about a twenty minute bus ride from my apartment. It´s a relatively small campus but it´s beautiful. it´s dotted with trees, flowers, some sculptures, and small buildings. I am taking three classes. Every morning I have an hour and forty five minutes of Intermediate Spanish I. There are seven kids in the class which makes the learning even more intensive. Everything goes by very fast, and it is all taught in Spanish. My teacher´s name is Laura and I don´t think she speaks very much English. We were trying to teach her how to crow like a rooster in English and all she could muster was "Coke-a-doodly-dly" She´s awesome. Fifteen minutes later I have an hour and a half of Spanish conversation. There are four people in that class which gives us more of a chance to talk. In there we learn phrases that are commonly used, the polite way to say things, the wrong way to say things, and it gives us different situations to speak in, like finding clothes at a store, or introducing people to a friend. It´s very helpful. On Tuesday and Thursday afternoons I have Spanish Literature in English Translation. Professor Garrison from Wright University teaches the class. He has translated about three different spanish poets into English, and is a great teacher. Rebecca and I are the only ones in the class, plus his wife who is sitting in on the class. We like it a lot and he seems like one of the father figures we can have on this trip. We are reading a few spanish short stories, and we´re learning some poems that he has kept in Spanish to help us with the language. Some days we get to translate the poems ourselves and then we compare our translations. It´s fun.

Most afternoons are spent at the beach. The beach is about a ten minute walk (almost a mile) from our apartment. This isn´t unusual though, because the mediterranean lifestyle includes walking everywhere. So most days after school we walk down to Playa de Postiguet (the beach) and swim, take naps, and sometimes take our homework with us. It´s very relaxing. Postiguet is one of the more crowded beaches and what takes some getting used to is that most European women go topless to the beach. I don´t feel like I´m offending anyone keeping mine on, however.

Okay, I´m running out of time at the Internet Café now. So I will try to write more about Alicante soon. In the meantime... here´s more pictures:
http://unlv.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2024862&l=7f657&id=23709871

Wednesday, June 6, 2007

The Beginning of the End- Madrid, Segovia, and thereabouts

And finally... the long awaited for beginning of my blog.


May 23, 2007 - Wednesday-
We finally arrived in Madrid after 24 hours of traveling. Rebecca and I boarded the plane in Vegas at 8:30 in the morning our time on the 22nd, and we stepped off the plane in Madrid at 8:30 in the morning our time on the 23rd. So in actuality, we were in Madrid late afternoon. We arrived at the Hotel Regina right in the middle of the city and honestly had no idea what to do with ourselves until dinner. I had switched roles in my life, going from the English speaker in an English speaking country not understanding those who spoke Spanish to me, to being in a Spanish speaking country with people who didn´t understand my speaking Spanish to them. I somehow went out on the street and bought a phone card using the Spanish I knew which gave me a little courage that said to me "Alright Diane you can do this." They fed us dinner at the hotel. Dinner here is very late it usually doesn´t start until about 9:00. Which actually works out really well because then afterwards you can just relax and eventually go to sleep. The Spanish always sit down to eat. You do not eat on the go. In fact, I have never seen that as an option yet here, to get your food to go. You sit to eat, and you take your time, and you enjoy each other´s company. Nothing is rushed. A good meal here takes over an hour. Lunch is the biggest meal of the day (usually around 2:00) and a lunch done right will consist of two courses and dessert and will last two hours.

May 24, 2007 -Thursday-
The next day we had a walking tour of Madrid scheduled. So we set out and as we reached the royal palace it began to pour. Everyone got out their umbrellas except for the Vegas kids. We don´t own umbrellas. We actually began reminiscing on the last times we all used umbrellas. One girl had not used hers since she was seven years old. Ah, the desert. Luckily, the Spanish were smart enough to put a roof on the royal palace (which as you know, prevents you from getting wet). There we proceeded to tour 14 of the 2800 rooms in the palace. The king and queen don´t actually live there anymore. Originally the rooms were to house all of the royal family and their servants. The detailed decorations inside the palace are incredibly detailed, especially when you stop to think that it was all done by hand. Most of the ceilings are painted with elegant pictures depicting mythology or other symbols. The impressive thing is that the artists actually painted it right on the ceiling, it wasn´t painted on a canvas which was then put on the ceiling as in some places. There are beautiful chandeliers in almost every room. These mostly came as gifts from France and Italy. We also learned a long history of kings and queens of Spain and who married who and why and when they died, etc but I won´t bore you with that even though I have the entire history perfectly memorized.

Our director was nice enough to order a bus from the palace to the Museo del Prado, which does not mean I did not get soaked to the bone from the walk from the bus to the museum. The Prado is one of the most famous art museums in Europe. It houses works by many famous finnish, Italian, and Spanish artists. Our guide focused on the Spanish artists El Greco, Velazquez, and Goya. It was fascinating. It is one thing to look at a painting, but another to know the story behind the painting and where the artist was at that point in his life. For example, Goya´s paintings start out very colorful, very full of life, they say that Goya did not paint a person, he painted their soul. You then learn that Goya lost his hearing and also suffered tremendously from arthritis and slipped into a deep depression locking himself in his house for a year. During that year he used his walls as his canvas and when he finally came out and the paintings were discovered, what is painted there will make your skin crawl. The colors are dark, the eyes are empty, and the faces monstrous. It was a really eye opening thing to see.

May 25, 2007 -Friday-
On friday we went to Valle de los Caidos, or Valley of the fallen. It is incredible to be going somewhere not knowing what to expect, and therefore expecting nothing, and then what you see there makes your jaw drop. When we finally drove out of Madrid and up a mountain what we were faced [Photo]with was a cross 100m high. Almost 500ft if you can imagine that. Carved with ornate sculptures and built completely out of stone. Below the cross is a monastery built into the rock in the side of the mountain. Atop the door is a tremendous statue of the father holding a dying Jesus in his arms. We begin the tour and this is what we learn. At the end of the Spanish civil war this monument was built by prisoners of war to hold the corpses of 40,000 soldiers of the war. The dictator Franco is also buried inside the monastery as well as the leader of the Republican regime. (Correct me if you know that I´m wrong on any of that information). So in reality this monument represents something terrible and at the same time the unity of Spain now between both parties of the republic. The countryside around the monastery is beautiful too, even though it was raining again and I still refused to buy an umbrella.From the Valley of the fallen we went to El Escorial which is another monastery, grave site, and castle. I would tell you the history behind that, but again, I don´t know that you would be very interested so I will spare you. What is interesting about this place though is that the decorations of the castle itself and the living quarters of the king are all very plain. You then go down a flight of stairs and are met with gold plated and marble rooms filled with coffins that hold the bones of the royal family. These people die in style I´ll tell you what.When we got back to Madrid Rebecca and I spent the rest of the day in El Parque de Retiro. If you thought Central Park was amazing, you should go here. There are staues everywhere and everything is so green. There are fountains and gardens and walk ways and a huge pond in the center of the park with a huge monument as the background. It´s absolutely amazing. It was also very wet and muddy and I ruined my jeans, but it was worth it. Rebecca and I also started speaking to each other only in Spanish to practice and so we didn´t look as much like tourists. It worked because I got stopped by a tele newscaster and asked my opinion on the political situtation right now. I replied ¨No sé, porque you hablo un poco español. Yo soy de America.¨ He then spoke to me in English and told me to not let anyone talk to me about politics while I was here (elections were to be held the next say). I assured him I wouldn´t and we were on our way.

May 26, 2007 -Saturday-
On Staurday we went to Segovia and the weather was absolutely misera[Photo]ble. I still did not own an umbrella. (I still don´t I might add, and I´m nice and dry in Alicante). Segovia is famous for it´s aqueducts. I forget how tall they are (I forgot a lot about Segovia because I was shivering the whole time and the wind prevented me from hearing): What I do remember is that what you see to your right is not held together by cement. There is a keystone at the top of the arch that holds it all together and when you take that out, it all comes tumbling down. I also know it´s very old and they don´t actually use it anymore. We also visited the castle in Segovia. And the only thing I can remember being impressed with, besides the fact that I wished someone would light a fire in the giant fireplace) was the view. Outside the castle, you could look over the countryside and through the rain it looked like a watercolor painting, it was beautiful.The weather was a little better back in Madrid so Rebecca and I walked around to see what we could find. We found Plaza de Esaña which is home to a giant statue of Cevantes and Don Quixote, we found an Egyptian temple called Temple de Debod, we found a view of the Duchess´house, and we found lots of Spanish boys yelling ¡Guapas! and ¡Morenas! at us as we walked down the street as if we did not know our hair color.[Photo]Later we found the most amazing dessert in Spain. Bebida cocolate con churros. They do not have chocolate milk here, they do not have hot chocolate here, they have a chocolate drink. It honestly tastes like a melted hersheys bar and is just about as thick. As if this isn´t enough reason for you to go and buy the next size up in pants, they give you churros to dip in your chocolate drink. One word: Amazing.

Alright, I´ve been sitting at the computer lab at the Universidad de Alicante way too long now, so I´ll let you take all this information in and then I will write about our adventures in Alicante tomorrow, or soon thereafter.[Photo]

Saturday, June 2, 2007

Pictures of Madrid, Toledo, and Segovia

I´m sitting in an internet café right now, and the guy said something to me about my only being able to use it for veinte minutos (twenty minutes) so I´m going to have to write about my adventures when I get back to school on monday. In a nutshell, last week I spent in Madrid and was also able to visit Segovia and Toledo. This week I´ve been in Alicante going to school and studying hard. I´m taking three classes: Intermediate Spanish, Spanish Conversation, and Spanish Literature. Needless to say my Spanish is getting más mejor. I love it here, they´re going to have to drag me onto the plane home. Anyway, more about Spain life on Monday.. If you want to see some of the pictures I have taken go to this link:

http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2024558&l=a6f39&id=23709871
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´Ta Luego!!

Monday, May 21, 2007

Adios Amigos



It's Monday morning and I am just a day away from my flight out. I go from Vegas to LA, LA to Paris, and Paris to Madrid. I will spend three days touring Madrid before going down to Alicante for school. The nervousness is gone and has been replaced by something new. I'm ready. I'm excited. I am going to take the world by storm. I have been given the opportunity to do something, to go somewhere, and have an experience of a lifetime. This is not a time to be scared. I'm at a point in my life where everything is new and different and I can make my life whatever I want it to be. I have a choice to stay and a choice to go out into the world and see what is there. I'm choosing the latter. I think sometimes people are too afraid to make decisions like that. They are too afraid to step out onto the limb because of the risk of the fall. They avoid the fall rather than see the view. A lot of times one doesn't realize the capacity that they truly have to experience something immense, so as a result they sit back and watch everyone else live their lives. I don't want that for myself. I won't settle for ordinary when I can have extraordinary.

"Be prepared to accept the consequences of your dreams"

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

Anxiety of Leaving


Rebecca and I are six days away from the most amazing experience of our lives thus far. We will be going to Alicante, Spain to study Spanish with other American students. She will be with me for June and then in July I will stay and she will be returning to Vegas. So many mixed emotions are running through me I feel like a marathon is being held inside my head.


First off, I'm excited. I can't wait. Everytime something new has been thrown at me in the past few months, my only thought has been: I just want to get out of here!


Second off, I'm scared out of my mind. My Spanish is not great, I will know one person and I am going to try my best not to cling to her no matter how much I love Rebecca, plus she is leaving me in July to be on my own. I don't know what to expect, and I still feel like I'm not ready.


Lastly, I'm apprehensive. What the heck am I doing?? I'm going off the advice of Avi, a well known author, but I am putting all my trust in him, believing that this is something I need to do.


So, to calm myself, I am going off the words of Avi himself:

"...if it's going to be tomorrow, it might as well be today. And if it is today, it could have been yesterday. If it was yesterday, then you're over and done with it, and can write your own book. Think about that." -Avi


Today has come for me, and before I know it it will be yesterday, and then some yesterday from now I will be able to write my own book.