Monday, May 4, 2009

i landed an internship, saw a bullfight and fell in love with sevilla all in the same weekend




I have fallen in love with Spain. After describing my weekend of excitement to Ana, she doesn't believe that I'll be coming home. That of course won't be the case, but I could see why Ana would say it. I literally fell in love with Sevilla. Bullfights, Toreros, Flamenco dancers and dresses everywhere- when I come home with a brightly colored ruffly dress don't be surprised :). It was like another world to step foot on the Feria grounds. My friends and I were lucky enough to have met some Sevillanos who invited us to their "caseta" parties. The feria consists in all private tents with bars, food and flamenco. I can honestly say were were the only women in the casetas with out full flamenco garb. I can also say I've never wanted to have a flamenco dress so badly in my life haha but since I do love twirling, I do believe it would be an excellent purchase as the ruffles accentuate spins. My friends and I attended a sold out bullfight as well! How did we get tickets, you may be thinking to yourself... A lesson well learned from Dad. My two girlfriends have never scalped tickets before, so I stepped up. Never have I actually had to negotiate with a scalper, and clearly have never done so in Spanish- so after passing up two terrible offers without success (100 euro per ticket) I find a 3rd scalper and get his offer down from 90 euro to 55. Still thinking we could get them for cheaper I keep repeating "Es una mierda, somas estudiantes. Sabemos que el billete cuesta 40" "That's a shit offer, we're students. We know these tickets cost 40." Did I know anything about the ticket prices, of course not, but we got our tickets for 50euro in the end! And the fight was impressive. At one point, when the matador received such an applause and white scarves in the air, he clipped the ear off the dying bull and threw it into the crowd! Entirely disgusting, but apparently a huge deal haha I'm uploading pictures as I'm writing this, so do check out my Feria pictures because it's hard to describe just how amazing the flamenco tradition is here in southern Spain. The men and women are so proud of their dresses and caballero costumes. I'm so happy I was able to see it all!
In other, non Spanish news... I got an internship with Legal Assistance Foundation of Metropolitan Chicago! The main work would be providing advice and representation to individuals and families seeking to obtain or keep benefits from one of the main “safety net” programs administered by the State of Illinois. These programs include the Temporary Assistance for Needy Families (TANF) Program, Medicaid, Medicare, and the Food Stamp Program. I will be working as an advocate on behalf of the clients in their dealings with the agencies which administer the “safety net” programs. I will have the opportunity to use Spanish!!! because LAF has a significant number of Spanish-speaking clients. I am just beyond the point of excitement! Can't wait to be in Chicago doing what I've always dreamed of doing (although not a lawyer yet, I feel like it's the first BIG step!!!)
thanks for reading! abrazos,
Laurita

Monday, April 27, 2009

moriscos vs mariscos

Mi paella llevará los moriscos…
So today in my grammar class we are discussing how to answer questions in the form of hypothesis, obviously a fun class. The professor asks me, “How do you make paella.” Thinking I am so clever and understand the verb tense I confidently respond back with a smile, “Mi paella llevará los moriscos.” Translation: “My paella is made of Islamic men that were taxed for practicing Islam during the reign of Isabel I.” Elsa, the professor, now is tearing with laughter because I haven’t paid any attention to what I just said, other than the verb (which was correct, incase you were wondering haha). I intended to say my paella would have seafood (los mAriscos), but mistakenly switched a vowel to come up with a whole new meaning to my sentence. I’m not going to lie and say I’ve only had one or two of slip ups like these, there have been plenty more I just can’t remember. Things like this are the reason learning a language is so fun. I like to think Spanish is like a puzzle and every sentence I make is just fitting things into places. I really think that I’m mastering the language one silly story after another.
Anyway, how should I try and recap the past 2 weeks? Jamie and Nell spent the majority of their time with me in Granada. I know I enjoyed every minute of it! After my birthday, we spent Sunday relaxing in the Arab baths. The Arab baths might just have risen to the numero uno on coolest things in Spain list. Essentially modeled after the bath houses the Arabs once had throughout Andalucia, takes a modern form of spa like atmosphere. Yes, heated tiles throughout and a massage is included  The rest of the week included shopping (obviously), wine on our own private mirador to view the Alhambra at night, tapas making class, kabob lunch, lunch with Ana and tour of the Alhambra. I’m pretty sure these ladies kept me jogging all through Granada! So much fun!
Needless to say after Jamie and Nell left I was left exhausted (I had to go a week without taking a siesta, so there you go.) So a much needed beach day was in order. Friday I do not have class, so my friends and I took a day trip to Nerja, a beach on the nearby Costa del Sol. Muy bonita! Caught some rays and headed home late.
I have updated all my pics! So check ‘em out. Thanks for all the emails! I love hearing about life at home and keeping up with everyone’s comings and goings. I have less than a month here in Europe and only 2 weeks until I get to reunite with Lisa and Becky!!!!!!!!!!!!! So send your hugs with them! I can’t wait to take on the rest of Europe with my favorites! Becky has proposed quite the full itinerary so we’ll be seeing everything and more where ever we go 
Abrazos,
Laurita

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

jamie and nell take on spain



A simple blog update will not do justice to describe the Mezquita in Cordoba nor how excited I am to have Jamie and Nell in Spain with me! We tore up the town together and even the rain couldn't keep us indoors. I was so thankful to have friends and family to celebrate my 21st birthday! Thanks for all the cards and phone calls! It really meant a lot to hear from everyone, thanks again. I celebrated over tapas, and drinks, and even found a donkey outside one of the bars. I literally can say I rode a birthday donkey on my 21st, beats pins the tail on the donkey anyday haha.

Sunday, April 12, 2009

semana santa

Semana Santa is a blessing for more than the obvious rising of Christ… Spain takes a giant week long siesta! It seems that the entire country takes their vacation this week whether they leave their homes or relax at home. I enjoyed my Thursday-Thursday during the Holy Week in Spain’s Canary Islands. And, I can honestly say that’s the closest I’ll ever be to a potassium heart attack after eating an abundant amount of Canary Island bananas. So delicious. More importantly, I immensely enjoyed my week of beach bumming around the island. Tenerife was described to me to be the “Hawaii” of Spain. I’ve never been to Hawaii, but Tenerife certainly offered beautiful coastlines and a tropical atmosphere. (Now I’ll have to schedule that Hawaii vaca to make accurate comparisons, it only makes sense.) One odd thing I didn’t realize before going to Tenerife was how many German tourists also would be vacationing in the islands. One evening as a group we collectively decided to embrace the fact that our hotel was hosting an entire population of German retirees and enjoyed the evening on the plaza with 65 + couples listening, clapping, singing and dancing along to corny keyboard versions of American pop songs. (please note: we did in fact find the nightlife on the island, no need to worry) The good news is that the Spanish beach bum doesn’t differ from the American one and I was able to assimilate just fine. Aside from the beach, I toured Loro Parke (Canary Island version of Seaworld) with the girls. We evoked our 7 year old selves to enjoy all the shows of sealions, dolphins, and orca whales  We even stumbled upon the lagoon casino, but once again ran into the 65+ German troops, so we didn’t quite find the Vegas atmosphere we had hoped for.
I returned late Thursday (early morning on Good Friday) to Granada and in time to catch the Good Friday processions. Each church in Granada is responsible for one “cofradía¨ which is essentially like a float one would see in a parade. However, the processions during Semana Santa are not parades and have a solemn and formal atmosphere. Each cofradía is a very graphic depiction of Christ’s crucifixion or of the Virgin Mary and some are over 600 years old! They are made with detailed wood work and often plated with gold or silver. What I think is the most interesting and impressive part is that they are all carried by man power. Appearing to have 20 some or more men underneath each cofradía teams of men would carry their parish’s specific cofradía for 5 minutes or so (depending on how large/heavy) and then swap to another team of men. I have video clips of the men switching in and out from under these things and the foot work that is choreographed to carefully turn around the narrow street corners was insane. (some of my friends have said they have seen the men practicing the intense footwork outside nearby churches for months now) Saturday’s processions included all 22 of the different “floats” that had been displayed on different days during the week. Apparently this only happens every 100 years, glad I was able to catch it this time around! haha
Today I attended noon mass at Granada's largest Cathedral with friends and then celebrated together over lunch on Plaza Bib Rambla. Today was a beautiful day so we spent some time wondering around the city and eventually decided to go to a movie. Surprisingly Granada didn't shut down today and many restaurants and other places are open! Who would have thought?
Happy Easter! I hope everyone else had a wonderful day!

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

spring break part II

Just getting ready to catch a bus to fly out of Madrid Airport. Lesson learned: Granada has the smallest airport in Spain (I don't actually know if that's true, but you all know me to exaggerate only a bit) I will fly out of Madrid to the Canary Islands! No worries, I will be back in time to catch the well known Semana Santa processions. I have heard the best processions are Thurs, Fri, and Sat and I'll be here for those! Also planning on attending Easter mass at Granada's Cathedral. Until then I'll be soaking up some tropical sun and enjoying the Spanish island culture! Hopefully I'll find internet access over Easter to call/video chat home...
hasta luego!

Monday, March 30, 2009

Laura takes a tumble...(hiking through the Alpujarras)


...well only one, but I did get a prickler in my hand. This weekend I spent 2 days hiking up and down the Alpujarras (southern face of the Sierra Nevadas). Yes, Laura did hike, and I would even go as far to say as I loved it. The girly girl only came out when I realized my white Nikes were muddied by all the rivers I had to cross. I forded a river (I hope that is the correct use of "to ford". With so much spanish vocab it's hard to keep all this English correct) The biggest accomplishment was reaching the mile high peak on Saturday morning. We spent 6 hours hiking each day (Friday and Saturday). Friday night we were treated to a typical Alpujarra meal. I had the most delicious swordfish and of course dessert was a chocolatey goodness (well deserved, I might add). We started up at 9am the following morning. So many breathtaking views as well as breathtaking inclines! Not feeling too sore today, in case any one was wondering. Strangely, my ankles are sore, which is probably because the terrain was so uneven and rocky. Dad, you would have not liked that part! And if you accuse me of taking an escalator to the top again I'll have you notice the pictures of how sweaty and tired I am. That would have never happened if I had rode up the mountain in comfort. In fact it was the exact opposite of comfort. Also complaints were kept to a minimum because I was so distracted by the outstanding views, well that and trying to keep my footing, all attention was focused on not plummeting downward.
Pictures are updated! So be sure to check them out (mainly to prove that I actually did infact scale a mountain).

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Monjas not monas

Another great weekend in Granada :) Finally met up with my convopartner this week. Convoparter or intercambio is a program set up by the school for both University of Granada students and us extranjeros can join and practice our second language. Adrian showed me this great tapas bar where they serve pizzas for tapas! Even better each person is entitled to his or her own personal pan pizza with every drink order. Will I be returning to said tapas bar, I think yes. However I did get extremely lost that night… After tapas Adrian walked me to the plaza that we would meet to go to the fiesta de la primavera (first day of spring fest, keep reading to find out more!). Unfortunately it was after Adrian left (on my walk home) that I realized I had left my shopping bag (got a sweater for 4 euro at Zara!) at the Tapas place. Not really knowing where I was, nor where the tapas place was in relation to my unknown location only led me into more confusion. After walking fast but getting no where I finally started to ask for directions. I found my the tapas bar, found my bag (thank god!), and found even more Spanish speaking confidence because I had to accurately describe the bar and the distinct tapas to several people before finding a person who was familiar with that specific bar. Now for the fiesta de la primavera… an apparently notorious day for day drinking in a park with friends. A very good way to spend my dia libre with some new Spanish amigos. The pros loaded up shopping carts full of booze and boomboxes to create a mobil party. Even more hysterical to see students toting large cooking pots and ladles to mix/serve their punch at the park.
Classes have been picking up their pace in these last few weeks. I’m spittin out 5 page Spanish essays every week like a machine. I don’t know if I already mentioned this, but I have one professor for 3 of my 5 classes. Elsa and I spend all day together everyday… included Sundays,,, wait, what? Yes, I went to see Brazos Rotos the new Almodovar film (not sure if it’s already out in the states) and Elsa was the first person I saw in the audience when we walked in. The second person I saw was my Spanish law teacher, Sergio. These Spanish professors just can’t get enough of me or may they were there to see Penelope, either way…
Some random observations:
Ham and tuna are served on everything. Vegetarian tapas are almost always better. I now declare that I am vegetarian to receive more delicious tapas. Also, who would have thought there would be an Asian Tapas place? Surprisingly tasty.
Old men here in Spain love corduroy pants. Personal favorite is the green cords and I have even seen purple on more than one occasion. Average corduroy pant count on way to school: at least 7.
My senora will never understand the purpose of going for a run. I have given up trying to explain.
Spanish people like to stare at you. It’s not a welcoming smile stare either (if there even is such a thing). Men (and women) just shamelessly stare you down as you walk by. Weird. Even more strange is that I’m starting to get used to it and just stare right back.
This should make you crack a smile:
Monjas (nuns) becomes Monas if you are not careful enough to pronounce the “J” in monjas. This changes the meaning of the sentence “He visto 6 monjas hoy” (I have seen 6 nuns today) into I have seen 6 female monkeys today. Needless to say, my senora got a kick out of that one because I said “I have seen 6 monkeys today” while pointing at a nun.

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

So I looked my señora out of her apartment...

Two updates back to back, you know this has got to be good...
Last night I went out with some amigas for some St. Patty´s Day Guiness. I let myself into the apartment (it was deadbolted, so that usually means Ana is asleep) and only the kitchen light is on. I assume she must have gone to bed so I relock the door and leave the keys in the lock like she normally does because this prevents anyone from unlocking the door from the outside. Ooooooh, I'd say about 2 hours after I had come back my phone is ringing frantically and it's Ana that's calling. Curious... She is outside knocking and asking me to come to the door to let her in. She's not in bed? Apparently, she was still out for the night. Now I won't mention times here to keep Dad from worrying, but lil old ladies should not be out that late. Quite the comical way to end an evening that's for sure.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

BCN

Just now getting around to updating my loyal listeners (haha) about my weekend in Barcelona… Thanks for all the great emails I got to come home to! Barcelona was amazing. I know I mentioned it in my previous post, but I was staying with my roommate from last year, Megan. She was an excellent hostess and opened up her apartment to both Jill and me. We arrived Thursday night and Megan took us to a great bar (La oveja negra) to meet her friends. It was so much fun meeting all the kids she has been hanging out with all year and hear all their crazy travel stories and experiences in Barcelona. Friday was dedicated to seeing all things Gaudí, Park Guell, La Pedrera and Casa Batllo. I even have photos uploaded already, so definitely check them out to see what I´m talking about. Since the weather was just incredible Megan suggested we go to Sitges, a beach just outside Barcelona on the Mediterranean. She has been there several times and even went for Carnival! So we spent the day as Spanish beach bums, only we kept our tops on haha I don´t think I´m that Spanish enough yet… Sunday we made it to see the Sagrada Familia and the Olympic stadium. The Sagrada familia was so impressive and after how many years of studying it was amazing to finally see it for myself. Now I´ll just have to return to Spain to see it once it´s completed (hopefully in my lifetime!)
It was strange to hear and see so much Catalán. My untrained ear couldn´t recognize it, but Megan could. I loved all things Barcelona, but didn´t like that people would rather speak to me in English then in Spanish  Let’s just say that the people of Andalucía couldn’t talk to me in English even if I wanted them too. After I settled back in, Ana and I had a conversation on why Granada was the best city in Spain. We decided, or rather she told me, that Granada encompasses all things Spanish and that Madrid and Barcelona could never come close. She said we wouldn´t even discuss Bilbao because País Vasco is just too extraño. Haha She cracks me up. I told her Lisa would be studying here in the summer and said she wants to host her. I showed her a picture of Lisa and I and she said she would have to have Lisa as her next host daughter because she wants to host the prettiest girls  Ana is the best.
Unfortunately, I missed the grand birthday celebration for my host mom this weekend. While in Barcelona I thought it would be a good idea to get her a small gift… I got her a Gaudí ash ray, I felt it was the best gift to fit her interests haha It was no surprise to me that she loved it! I even came back to a small gift. Ana gave me three small charms that have some connection to an elephant legend… not too sure the significance of it though. Either way I can´t wait to add them to my charm bracelet back at home.

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

otra cosa mariposa

otra cosa mariposa
another weekend here in Granada... the weather here has been absolutely amazing and I have been taking advantage of it! Saturday I spent the entire day outside hanging out on the plaza that over looks the Alhambra then made my way over to the shopping district and made a few purchases. The answer is yes, I am embracing the Spanish culture, including its couture. I love putting together new "euro" outfits. My favorite purchases include purple boots and black skinny jeans. I have even adapted my workout clothes. When I go running I like to say I go "euro jogging" in my spandex pants. I swear everyone does it here, I would look weird if I didn't own a pair. Luckily, I came prepared. Sunday I spent the day exploring new river paths around the Sierra Nevadas. This week I have a few essays due, an exam and an oral presentation... just finishing up some work then I'm off to Barcelona for the weekend! I am WAY excited for this weekend because I am staying with my sophomore year roommate that has been in Barcelona for the year. So it will be great to have someone so familiar with the city to be hanging out with!

Monday, March 2, 2009





All three pictures are from the day trip in the Wicklow Mountains. To see more pictures of Dublin and London http://picasaweb.google.com/laurahoman

Sunday, March 1, 2009

longest post ever put on your reading boots.

First update since returning from Ireland and England here’s the recap:

After taking the midnight bus to Madrid, I caught my flight into Dublin on Friday morning (Feb20). Before leaving Ana packed me a shopping bag filled with 2 sandwiches, 7 mandarin oranges, 1 plastic container full of leftovers (fork included, this is detail comes in later), and 6 juiceboxes, and a brick of cheese. Leaving with enough food to feed an army, I finally was on my way. I only traveled with a backpack because Ryanair charges extra per checked bag, so to avoid ridiculous fees I packed a lot of black, hoping to avoid obvious re-wears of outfits. One backpack is roughing it, let me tell you.
Day 1 Dublin: spent the rest of the day exploring the city with Christy and Jill. Picked up dinner along the way and spent the evening at a 3 story bar along the river. I had my first Guinness in Dublin. I even tried the suggested black current (for ladies) in Guinness. Turns out, the additional black current is like dropping sugar packets into the beer. The bartender should have warned this is a lady’s way to completely change the flavor and pretend to like Guinness in front of others (that’s my theory at least). Needless to say, I left that glass sitting on the bar.
Day 2 Dublin: Knowing that we had 3 full days to explore Dublin, Jill cleverly suggested we take one day in the country. We spent the entire day bus touring around the Wicklow Mountains. Best day spent in Ireland. The tour guide was great and with only a bus of 20 people, he let us jump on and off the bus to snap photos of the beautiful scenery (included horses and sheep in the fields!). On our bus I ended up sitting next to a NYU med student. Made friends with him and his girlfriend and ended up meeting up with them later that evening. In search of the real Irish experience, we found a bar that had live Irish dancers. The nightlife in Dublin was outstanding. The streets are packed with people going out at all hours. Because there is a pub where ever you look we managed to look into quite a few including what claimed to be the smallest pub in Ireland. This pub could probably at max hold 20 people and somehow we managed to squeeze in. We also told every bartender at each bar that we went to that we were on a pub crawl and were looking to pick up a souvenir at every pub, so at the end of the night we ended up with several business cards, wine lists, beer lists, and a few more friends haha. A funny story at one of the bars… we weren’t sure if it was rude to say “irish car bomb” so Jill decides to try to order one anyway…
Jill: “I’d like to order 3 bombs.”
Bartender: blank face
J: “3 car bombs”
Bartender: blank face
J: “yeah 3 car bombs”
Still blank face
J: “you know IRISH car bombs”
Bartender: “oh you should have said so in the first place”
Not that I didn’t have any embarrassing moments… right. We decided that we wanted to try the different drafts at different bars. Trying to order a new round I shouted out “3 CADBURIES!” the bartender just starred, I had just ordered 3 chocolate bars and not the beer I wanted which was Carlsberg :)
Day 3 Dublin: A list full of things still left to see in Dublin, we woke up early to attend a Sunday morning service at St. Pat’s Cathedral (the biggest in Ireland). We had no idea of the service hours but figured if we arrived around 9 we would definitely be able to catch one. We arrived to find out we had an hour to burn before the next service, so we went to look for a coffee shop. Again, finding out what a small world it really is, I ran into another AOII studying abroad for the semester (she’s studying in London)! Having no idea Catherine was in Dublin that weekend we ran into each other at the café! So we talked over a coffee and then continued our separate ways. A great way to start the day! The service in St Pat’s was impressive; we got to hear the choir in action and all. The day continued with a visit to Trinity University, Book of Kells, Guinness Brewery tour, and the Jameson Distillery tour. On the Jameson Distillery I was one of eight who got to be an honored whiskey taste tester! I even received a diploma stating my expertise. Not that I needed one, but now I have official documentation haha I now know the difference between scotch whiskey, irish whiskey, and American whiskey. Knowledge to last a lifetime. The Guinness brewery was amusing, but not what I expected. It was cool to be able to pull my own draft at the end, but the tour wasn’t guided and was kind of like a big walk around nothing too special. The Jameson Distillery was far more interactive and interesting.
Monday morning and I was on my way to London!
We flew into Gatwick (not Heathrow because Ryanair never flies into mainstream airports, this detail becomes important later as well). Upon arriving we knew we would have to take a train into the city, so we bought our tickets and headed to the train we thought was ours. Almost the moment we stepped aboard the train took off… little did we know were now riding first class and on the express train (neither of which we paid for). An off duty engineer explained this too us, but said not to worry about and we made ourselves comfortable. When the on duty ticket checker (is there an official name for these people?) came to our cart, she firmly explained how we were on the wrong train, at this point the off duty engineer claimed he had no idea we were in the wrong place and would have said something had he known. (wink, wink) First impression of London turned out well. We checked into our hostel and then we were on our way out again.
Here’s a condensed list of everything to save some time:

Tate Modern: Free! I love modern art more and more each time I encounter it. Dalí and Miró are definitely worth going to see in any city.

London Eye: Great views of the city, especially since we went at night! Right on the Thames river and seeing Big Ben and Parliament at night is amazing.

Indian food: a suggestion from my travel guide, turns out there’s more Indian restaurants in London then there are Pubs in Ireland. I actually have nothing to back that up, but it certainly seemed like it. Either way first encounter with Indian food was a surprisingly delicious one.

Indian beer: makes Indian food taste even better

Westminster Abby: like one big famous crypt packed not only with famous dead people, but also great history. Amazing architecture. I even learned some things from the audio tour.

Buckingham Palace: This should make you laugh… so we come up from the underground, figure out where we are and start heading in the direction of the Palace. We are approaching big decorative fences and all of us are looking around, not in amazement, but rather confusion. We are not impressed and decide we must be at the back door, so we walk around the entire perimeter of the place only to discover we had initially approached the front of the palace. I now have appreciation for how large the palace grounds are, not the splendor of the palace.

Globe Theater: Now I might consider re reading a Shakespearen Play, maybe now I’ll appreciate them the way they are supposed to be. Exit, pursued by bear.

Harrod’s: Probably my favorite London museum. Saw beautiful things I could never afford behind locked glass cases.

St. Paul’s Cathedral: Attended an Ash Wednesday service. Worship is of course always free, so it’s the best way to see any cathedral. We even got to hear the organ play! The acoustics in St Paul’s were incredible. I know that if we had paid the tourist fee of 10GBP we wouldn’t have experienced how the cathedral functions or how impressive it is to be apart of a service.

Abbey Road: Turns out Abbey road is a busy road. Snapping pictures on this busy avenue was quite an amusing adventure.

We Will Rock You: we purchased half price tickets to this musical based on Queen songs. I think I have a new appreciation for british humor. It’s basically ridiculous. Either way this show was entirely entertaining.

Tower of London: Biggest jewels I have ever seeen. New goal is to find Prince of a husband to buy me equally impressive diamonds haha I also have met a Beefeater and know what that means.

Camden Market: best part about London. Thoroughly investigated London fashion and even made a few purchases to take back with me. Tried falafel, completely delicious.

Trafalgar’s Square: We hung around for over an hour and let the city sink in. amazing.

Now here is where all the details fall into place. Our return flight was from Liverpool. Liverpool is not in London like Ryanair claims. Liverpool is a 6 hour busride from London. Also, remember how I could only bring one backpack? This now comes into play. Well, after making a few purchases, there is absolutely no room in my bag for anything else and I refused to pay the checked bag fee. So I layered. Several layers later, I fit it all (on me or in the bag). Now going through Liverpool security was other thing. So I place my bag on the xray machine only to have security pull it out of the line and ask me to open the bag to inspect... He askes if there is any other liquids in my bag, I reply that they are all in the clear bag in my hand. He starts searching through and pulls out the small bottle of whisky I had bought from Jameson. WHooops! totally forgot about that... but there's more. He puts the bag back on the machine and again asks me if there is anything I should tell him that's in my bag. I say no, but feel free to look. He then more specifically asks, "There appears to be a fork in your backpack, do you know anything about that?"
Ooooooooh yeah, that fork Ana gave me. Apparently not flight safe. It did however pass through 2 other airports. Funny. I think I connected all the details, yes? The best part was when all my clothes are spread over the table and he asks if he could help me put everything back. He could tell it had taken precision packing to stuff everything in this small jansport backpack :)
that should do it. this has been long enough!
huuuuugs from Granada!

Thursday, February 19, 2009

before jetting off to Dublin and London

Just wanted to update with a quick post before i head off to Dublin (Fri-Mon) and then London (Mon-Sat).
Last night after classes I went with a friend (Jill) for cafe con leche and to research a little before heading to Dublin. After coffee she got a call from her girl friend who was in town from France (UofI student) and wanted to meet up for a drink. So we went to meet up with Jill's friend and turns out she was with a good friend of mine! I knew Chris was abroad in France for the year, but had no idea that he was going to be in Granada this week! Insane. It's not a small world... it's really just a big bar :) So I had a great time catching up with Chris and enjoyed the night with his friends as well. We'll be meeting up for tapas again tonight before I leave with two other girls to go off to Dublin.
thanks again for all the emails and valentine's day cards!
sending my love from Granada!

Monday, February 16, 2009

Granada: un ciudad de gitanos, perros, discotecas, y la Alhambra Granada: a city of gypsies, dogs, discotecs, and the Alhambra

First weekend I have stayed in Granada, well first weekend where I know where I’m going since I’ve been here. It’s been over a month now; it’s starting to feel less like a vacation now and more like I do live here. Strange feeling, I love it. This past week I spent some quality time with my host mom, Ana and her best friend who comes over every night, Paritu (spelling? No idea). Paritu has 3 daughters, all of whom still live with her. On Thursday night we all went out to dinner together. We all piled in Ana’s little car to enjoy a meal together. It was great hearing them tell me how well I speak. They asked me a lot of questions about Chicago and the states. It was so much fun to talk about all the differences between Spain and the US. Two of the daughters are close to my age (21 and 23) so it was great getting to ask them questions about the nightlife here and what they do for fun. We then drove to another bar for a few cervezas (Ana only drinks non alcoholic beer). This bar smelled like the incense from church, in fact, it was like walking into a church. From the floor and covering the ceiling there were Jesus and Mary posters, Jesus sculptures, Mary relics, santa semana posters and more. They were playing songs from santa semana processions and midway through our drinks the owners turn off all the lights except for the candles and sing a prayer to the throne they have for Mary behind the bar. Obviously I did not know this song, but Ana and Paritu did, and they sang it loud and proud. Amusing little old ladies. After our night of fun Ana was nice enough to even drop me off where my friends were so I didn’t have to walk by myself  Saturday afternoon we went to a market together also with one of Paritu’s daughters. I bought a pair of purple walking boots for only 12 euros! So much fun to check out all the crazy things, although I did feel like a good deal of the items for sale is stolen merchandise. Either way, I got a good deal. We went out for lunch together after and café con leche at a trendy little club where apparently all the juventud likes to hang out. So it was me, two little old ladies, and Fani (21) surrounded by 20year olds. No pasa nada. After talking about our families, I found out that Ana has a brother that lives in Germany and works as a cross dresser in touring shows. This finally makes sense why there are so many framed pictures of a transvestite in our hallways! Although slightly unnerved, I think my response was polite enough, “Que divertido” (How fun) when she told me all the photos of the women is her brother. But in all seriousness, I do like my host mom and I always get a good laugh at the end of the day. The other night she was asking me how tall I am. After explaining that I don’t know the meter conversion, she comes back with a measuring tape and asks me to stand against the wall so she can find out. In the meantime, Paritu is guessing numbers as if she were making bets. I think I function as their daily entertainment, aside from the countless telenovelas they watch. Either way, it’s amusing to hang out with these ladies. I have plenty more hysterical encounters with Ana and Paritu, so if you want some more good laughs email me and I’ll send you the story of the day haha

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

When in Africa…



Sorry it’s taken so long to update about my weekend in Morocco! Definitely a memorable trip, that’s for sure. We started traveling on Friday afternoon, a 3 hour bus ride to Algeciras followed by an hour ferry to Ceuta (Spanish territory in Africa). I even got to see the rock of Gibraltar. We had to go through Moroccan customs at the border then followed the coast to our hotel in Tetuoan. The hotel was surprisingly great. Turns out the Dream’s Hotel (I think someone goofed on the punctuation because this implies that a man/woman with the last name Dream owns the hotel) is a four star, two-year-old hotel. Not too bad. (pics to be uploaded once Spain starts believing in high speed internet) Additionally, all meals were included. I’m not going to lie and say that Moroccan food is great, but free Moroccan food is. Cous-cous is delicious as well as these cookies they kept serving us all the time that were kind of like shortbread gingersnaps- strange and scrumptious. Saturday was the big tour day. We spent all day touring the markets of Tetuoan and Tanger. It was like seeing an entirely different world. It definitely smelled like another world. But in all seriousness I have never seen such a difference in lifestyles and cultures firsthand. It was rare to see a woman on the street without children; it was as if single women don’t exist. As much as we were watching and looking at the people in the bazaars, they were staring at us. I did manage to find some neat souvenirs from the trip. Although tempted to buy a carpet and engraved daggers for cheap, I decided to pass this time around. The final day of our trip we visited a much less touristy town of Chefchaouen. The bus ride up into the mountains was worth it in itself. This city built between two peaks was actually clean and well maintained and had smaller markets that had much more friendly people that didn’t beg for money. Our guide for the day will soon be the mayor of the town; he was a very intelligent guy that spoke Arabic, French, Spanish and English. I did discover that I don’t like haggling for low prices with old foreign men. That’s not to say I didn’t barter for good prices, it’s just an entirely frustrating process. When we were in Tanger the one shop owner followed us out of the store and continued to hassle my one friend about not buying a necklace until we got on the bus. Yeah, a bit much.

I came home to find my senora waiting for me. After dinner, she said she had a gift. Ana gave me a pair of orange pajamas with hearts and bears on them. Absolutely hysterical. Even better, she made me try them on to make sure they fit and then proceeded to take a picture of me in them. Meanwhile this entire time of me modeling my new pajamas, Ana’s best friend who comes over every night (Paritu) is just laughing away. When I asked Ana why she wanted a picture, she explained to me that she needed a picture of me to keep so she could show the next student. So, the student that will be staying with Ana next semester will definitely get a good laugh at the girl with the ridiculous pajamas. I just hope they’re not from U of I haha
I just got some letters in the mail! Thanks for the cards!!!!!!!!!!

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

i finally found the outlet in the bathroom and a long overdue Madrid recap

Yes, this past weekend and week has been wonderful. I left for Madrid with 6 other chicas for our first weekend of travel. Madrid is only a 5 hour bus ride from Granada. For everyone that has ever traveled with me in a car for trips longer than, oh about an hour, know that I always fall asleep. This time I couldn't fall asleep even if I tried. The ride through Granada, Córdoba, Jaén and Madrid was more than amazing to see. Actually seeing a windmill in Spain just might inspire me to take a second look some DonQuixote chapters, maybe. The 7 of us arrived to Madrid and took advantage of the beautiful sunny day by walking around and snapping photos of just about everything. I will post soon! We ate lunch and enjoyed a few glasses of Sangria on the famous Plaza Mayor. We continued on to the Reina Sofia. I was impressed by Picasso´s Guernica with an entire room dedicated to just his enormous masterpiece. After a brief confusion of north and south we found a restaurant to relax. It seems where ever pretty American girls go, we are accompanied by a free round of drinks and snacks. God bless the USA.
Saturday we all woke up early for breakfast at the hotel and spent the rest of the day in the Prado. Jamie, you would be so proud of me: I saved on the entrance because I remembered my student id, AND I took the audio tour haha Even learned a lil something along the way.
After a much needed siesta, dinner and then getting ready for the posh discoteca Kapital Teatro. Kapital is 7 floors of different music and themed rooms. I have never ever seen anything like it. Probably one of the best Spanish cultural experiences yet :)I definitely plan on traveling through Madrid several more times. There is so much more I have yet to see there!
I came home to find two French students that have been staying with Ana and I through the week. Neither speak Spanish nor English. Watching Ana trying to explain the showers and when breakfast will be is quite the comical event. Yesterday after making fun of the French girls, Ana said she can already see my Spanish improving! I think definitely bonded over her detest of the French culture LOL
Thanks for all the Superbowl updates! Watching American football here just isn't the same.

Thursday, January 29, 2009

week dos

most important update: bought a hot pair of black leather boots... half off! All the stores here are having crazy sales. Rebajas! Rebajas! So I'll be sporting my new boots this weekend in Madrid. I definitely plan on spending all of Saturday exploring the Museo Prado and the rest of the weekend is open to see the rest of Madrid. The bus system here is great so we'll be taking the bus round trip for a good deal. Yesterday the weather was beautiful and sunny so I spent the day walking around and exploring all the local stores. That's why I came home with a new pair of boots :) Classes here are definitely picking up the pace. I'm writing essays practically every night, so that's keeping me busy along with socializing (obvi) haha. I'll be sure to post pictures again after Madrid. Keep the emails coming!

Monday, January 26, 2009

Some things I never expected but should have known upon coming to Granada

1. Postre, the after lunch/dinner dessert, is not a delicious chocolate treat. Postres here are always fruit, more specifically mandarin oranges. On a daily basis I consume 4-5 mandarins. At any given time during the day I have 2 mandarins on my person in my backpack. I don’t know if Ana Aragon, my host mom, is catholic or not, but I do know she believes in the power of vitamin C. I don’t have the heart to tell her I can’t possible eat 3 oranges per meal, so I take them and keep them in my backpack in case a friend gets hungry during class. The only problem, they too have abundant quantities of mandarins in their purses.
2. When it rains, it pours. Besides the oranges, the only other thing I consistently carry is my umbrella. Should have packed the rain boots, too.
3. I am immediately spotted as an Americana. Everywhere.
4. If enough chicas americanas want drinks for free, we usually get them. The trick is to go out in large groups. If the bar charges cover and no one wants to pay, as a group we decide to turn away and they doormen almost always come back with a better offer. This usually includes free entrance and one free chupito.
i. Vocabulario: chupito- shot
ii. Vocabulario más importante: chupito gratis- free shot
5. Some stores never open. So I have lived in my apartment for over a week now. I always have to pass a floral shop. Today was the first day I have seen the florist working. Every other I have walked and passed the store there were different flowers in the window, but never open for business. Everything closes on Sunday. Everything except the American owned store is closed from 2-4:30pm for siesta. On Saturdays, most stores do not reopen after siesta. So really, there is about a 2 hour window on Monday for me to get the things I need. However, every café also sells wine and beer. Beer and wine are always available.
6. “Raciones” versus “porciones” = “free” versus “way more then I want to pay for only potatoes”
a. If you order your drink first, food comes free! If you order food first, you’re a sucker. *this is only true for Granada.
7. Laundry is a multiple day long process. I turned in my laundry two days ago only to find it out on the line in the rain. This drying process seems to have its flaws. My socks and underwear situation is becoming increasingly desperate. I only hope for a day without rain to have clean clothes once again.
8. There is a bakery, hairdresser, tobacco shop, and newsstand on every corner. I certainly do not have any problems having bakeries so near. (Also, bakeries seem to have regular functioning hours. However, there are no stores that actually post their hours. For me, it’s been a game of guess and check.)
Thanks again for all of the emails. I love hearing how things are at home! I’ll try my best to keep uploading pictures so you don’t miss my pretty face :)

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Wednesday, January 21, 2009

first few days of class

So I had my first class on Monday and it's already Wednesday so things are getting into full swing already. I think I'll really enjoy the Spanish law and Spanish art classes. The law class will be a whole new set of vocab, how exciting! But I think it will be the most applicable. The art class has a field trip every Thursday. So we will get to go to a lot of historic sites in Granada for free, not a bad deal at all. Yesterday for Obama's speech we went to the most American bar we know, Hannigan and Sons. They had CNN broadcasted in English. It seems as though all the other American students migrated there too, so it was a great atmosphere to watch everything unfold. The bar had a good sense of humor about it too. They promoted the inauguration with signs with Obama's face "Obama Fiesta." The tapas of the day included hot wings! and chips and chili. We spent the rest of the night out at tapas bars. I already have a few favorites. I hopefully sent most of you my mailing address here, but just in case you didn't receive that email feel free to snail me anytime:
CEGRÍ
C/ Sacristía de San Matías, 12
18009 Granada
SPAIN

Monday, January 19, 2009

Sunday, January 18, 2009

Figuring it all out

I am more than excited to be stealing someone else's nearby wi fi at this moment. I am now moved into my señora's apartment and being the older woman she is, she does not have wi fi. Not many of us at our apartments do, so I'm not the only one. Apparently, central heating is a luxury here too. I have what appears to be a space heater, but really does not produce much heat at all. I hope to upload pictures as soon as the connect is fast enough. Maybe tomorrow I'll find an internet cafe and do some uploading. I wanted to do that this evening, but practically nothing is open on Sundays except the Alhambra (we went today!) and churches. The Alhambra is absolutely amazing. Today was a sunny and clear day. It was perfect for pictures and walking around. The temperature here is always fluxuating. Apparently here in Granada we are having one of the coldest winters in a while. It fluxuates between 32 F and probably 45 F. Sitting or walking in the sun it feels almost hot. Yesterday I was taking in the view from my apartment, which looks out on to the Sierra Nevadas, and felt so much warmer than I have been sitting inside the "heated" apartment. My room has some outrageous decor, plenty of little figurines like animals fighting each other, hand puppets of burt and ernie, robots, ET hanging from what looks like a noose, a cut out face of GI Joe, to name some of my favorites. I have my own bathroom, so I can pretty much come and go as I please. I have a beautiful walk (about 15 minutes) to the center of town and the school. I walk along a river and park with orange trees for the most part. So far things are good, but it's just so hard to figure some things out. I think they will just come in time. Today not knowing what or when things were open was entirely frustrating. When we finally did find a restaurant that was open, they don't use menus. I attempted to get a "go phone" yesterday but didn't bring my passport with me, so I was unable to get one. It is so hard to meet up with friends. We set a time an meeeting place for going out like in the old days. I'm getting around the city fairly well. Street names don't really matter here except for the main drags. All navigation is done by relation to parks and other things it seems because it's hard to even notice street signs. Next I'll have to conquer the bus system. One thing at a time. Today our group visited the Alhambra. Absolutely AMAZING. The pictures don't capture the depth. The views are just breathtaking. I look back at my pictures and think that I am just standing in front of backdrops. Unreal. I don't know if I will always have a connection at my apartment so hopefully I will soon find a way to consistently post and email. Thanks so much for all the emails

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Mi primero escrito

Hola from Granada!
Just setting up here in the Hostel Atenas. The internet is slow but at least its in the room, or rather right outside the doorway haha. So I arrived safely yesterday afternoon with plenty of delays and plenty of waiting. The connection is way too slow to attempt to upload pictures, so I'll do that once it won't take an ungodly long time. Today we took our "survival tour" and I discovered my apartment is off the map and will be about a 20 minute walk to school. I will meet my senora on Saturday, so I'll let you all know what she's like. Maybe come up with a sweet lil nickname like senora Rosa (haha Jamie). Everyone on the trip seems really great and outgoing. Last night some of us went to a tapas restaurant together and shared each dish and some vino. We decided to walk around after dinner and explore the city. We turned in relatively early because we were all so jetlagged. Tonight we are planning on eating dinner at the "normal" time at 10pm and heading out from there. Granada is only the city left in Spain that gives free tapas with drink orders. How exciting. I can't wait to take advantage of it! Love you all!
;)
Laura