
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Oh the People You'll Meet

Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Barcelona and the book that led us there


Thursday, July 19, 2007
Mi Hermanito, Goyo
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Top 10 Reasons Why Dad Should Let Me Become a Sailor





Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Mi Vida en España
Friday, June 29, 2007
Las Hogueras

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Friday, June 22, 2007
Making Hemingway´s Spain My Spain

Monday, June 18, 2007
A Weekend With THE Girls

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 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 apart


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¤t=S6300435.flv
Thursday, June 7, 2007
First Impressions- Alicante
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

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
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
