Sunday, September 30, 2007

Back from Portugal!

Hey guys!!
It's been a while since I've written anything, and sorry to disappoint those who strangely enjoy my super-epic-long-crazy-detailed-babbling blog posts, but this is just a short little post to say hi and I'm alive and I just got back from 3 days in Portugal (the tire on the bus blew in the first hour aka 7am on Friday, we had to sit on the bus for 3 hours waiting for a new tire, then drove 3 hours to Batalha, skipping Coimbra, did sightseeing, spent the night in Lisboa, did sightseeing in the rain on Saturday, spent the night in Lisboa again, and did sightseeing in the rain this morning and then drove 7 hours back to Salamanca...quite an adventure!!! and about a billion hours on the bus) and I've survived my first week of University classes!! I seem to be getting over el gripe (aka super-cold I've had for like 2 weeks) thanks to 2 full nights of sleep in Portugal as well as something like 12 hours of sleep on the bus and delightful cough syrup (5 euro! yes!).

I took 300 photos this weekend and am in the process of organizing them for posting on facebook/here, but to keep you guys updated with what my life was like last week, here are 2 photos: the male contingent of my soccer pals (yay, now Becca and Erin play, too!) and what my desk looks like now that I've been to a few museums and snagged some pretty postcards (and properly put up photos instead of sticking them in my mirror)...
That's Julio, Toni, Mario, Danny (with his new Union de Salamanca jersey) and in front is Ryan (yeah, he ripped his shirt while he was playing...I don't even know), Peter. Can you find the only guy not tossing up the shocker? Yeah.


This is my home base!

Time for bed,
thanks for reading and COMMENT MORE, people!!! I like knowing that you're out there and I like hearing what you think!! I'll be posting about Portugal asap and posting facebook photos tomorrow!!!

xoxoxoxo
-c-

Monday, September 24, 2007

Silly Madrid Photos from Kat




















Wednesday, September 19, 2007

algunas fotos


Peter and Mario


Javi, with his absurd beer liter

Mario feeding Antonio calamari

Antonio and Julio with a paper star I made


Antonio and Mario




Even daisies grow through asphalt!

Pan de Molde

Hello all!

I suppose the latest and most important news is that I don’t seem to have internet in my house anymore, so if you’ve been missing my emails, my IMs, or my presence on Skype, that is why! I have free WiFi at all USal buildings, at the IES center, and mornings are free at a certain internet café that most IES kids go to (and is right downtown), but obviously I will pretty much never be online after 9pm (my time) or before 8am. There is an internet café right downstairs from my apartment (I can’t bring my laptop) which is like…5 euro cents for 20 minutes or something absurd like that, so if I really need to get online, lemme know and we’ll work something out! I’ll let you know if things change, but please keep sending me emails and reading this blog! USal classes start on Monday and I have class there from 4-9 on Tuesday and Wednesday afternoons with an hour break in the middle there and I’m going to get a library card today because I’ll be heading to the library once classes start, too (so that I can read selections from books without buying them and so I can read the newspapers etc etc without buying a new one every day), so I can promise I’ll be staying updated on my correo electrónico (aka email)!

I don’t know if it’s the newly elevated levels of Spanish speaking in my daily life (well, less than at Middlebury, but that’s a different story) or just my own personal issue, but I really have trouble saying things in as few words as possible. I just spent 230 words explaining that I don’t have internet in my house anymore! Oh well. If you’ve made it this far or are just starting to read today, I appreciate it. =) On the few occasions that I find myself speaking English, I’ve discovered that there are definitely little gaps in my English abilities. I’ll try to think of examples as they come to me, but it’s like when you’re trying to clarify something in English to someone who just isn’t getting your Spanish and sometimes you can’t even think of the word in English, much less how to explain it in Spanish.

Even weird things like movies I like are hard for me to remember. I was emailing Antonio this morning because yesterday he kept quoting Forrest Gump and I was telling him I hadn’t seen it, and he was like “well, what movies HAVE you seen?” to which I said “lots” and told him I’d send him a list of some good movies as they came to me. I was sitting in front of the computer this morning for like 30 minutes and barely came up with 30 movies! I kept trying to pictures Jess’s DVD wallet and my own shelf of DVDs at home in the hopes that seeing a mental image of the movie would help me remember, but it was pretty weird!

Not much has happened in terms of exciting events in my recent life, except for the HUGE-osity and EXCITING-ness and AWESOME-tacularity that is Mario, Antonio, and Julio, aka my Spanish friends, who have taken to calling me Casey-o so I can fit in with their –io names. Antonio or Toni, as you all may or may not remember, was one of my orientation leaders. He was actually my particular group leader (there were 3 groups), for salsa and flamenco dancing and certain smaller events. We hit it off really well and ended up hanging out on group excursions like to Segovia and Zamora and it was Toni and his friends that invited me to play/watch soccer with them every Sunday (along with all the guys on the IES trip). [I’m going to see if in this post I can put up some photos from that game, because I don’t have enough to put up on Facebook yet and I don’t know if all of you can see my Facebook albums]. So Mario is 19 like me (he's 3 months younger! i feel so old! Woo!), as is Toni, who will be 20 in a week (or 21, it’s hard to tell…our joke is that he only gives 50% of the information I ask for and 50% of what Mario says is a lie). Julio is going to be 21 on October 5th (which makes 2 of my friends who have that exact birthday! It’s also the final day to drop Usal classes, but hopefully I won’t take that long to find what I want to take!). Mario is like the goofy one, Toni is the…I don’t know, group coordinator and good dancer, Julio is the shyer (in comparison) tall-dark-handsome straight man (as in Toni and Mario are goofy, not as in they're gay...as far as I know) who also dances really well. I feel so silly when I say all three of their names at once and have somewhat taken to calling them “los chicos” or “Pan de Molde” which is the name they’ve given their little design group (they’re all in Bellas Artes, I think…and have Aquilino as a sculpture professor as I’ve mentioned before, I think…I swear I know everyone in the world, I just don’t know HOW yet).

We hung out on Saturday at soccer (I met Marta, Felix’s girlfriend, and her friend. They thought I was 25 [I think it’s because I’m so tall, or who knows…?! but I was flattered anyway!] and couldn’t stop talking about how good my Spanish was, which, you know, thank you….=)…I’m getting so full of myself hanging out with these Spanish kids!! oh well... But I think that’s okay, as long as I keep it in my head…), met up at 8:30 in the Plaza, had tapas and then dinner at like 10:30 (Mexican…the first time most of them had had it! They kept being like “nothing spicy, nothing spicy” and were looking to me to tell them what to order…so funny) with Javi, Álvaro and his girlfriend who didn’t really talk, and LuisMi. Mario, Julio, and Toni walked me home and we ended up talking in the street until 1am.

Monday nights are beer pong tournament nights at the Irish Rover (an American/international-student-populated bar that David from IES staff works at), and I went with Mario/Toni/Julio on Monday because they play great music, Toni wanted to redeem himself after having lost the first game he ever played in life the week before, a few IES students were going, etc even though I really don’t like beer. Julio and I were a team and we played against Mario and Toni and beat them easily. It was awesome, because I made most of the shots (Julio had never played before), much to Toni’s chagrin (we still joke that he’s my “monitor” for life even though he’s my age and my height and I know Spanish well enough to tease him just as much as he teases me) and we moved to the next round in the tournament.

We lost the next game (BARELY!) and gave our drinks to Mario and Toni (Julio doesn’t really like beer either, so how we ended up as a team is beyond me, but now we’ve decided we’re inseparable as team guapo and we’re gonna dominate next time we play) so we could keep dancing to such gems as Umbrella by Rihanna (it plays at least 3 times a night and SOMEONE always ends up having an umbrella on hand!), Two Princes by Spin Doctors, and Blue (Da Ba Dee) by Eiffel 65 (best part of American music is translating it into Spanish for Mario/Toni/Julio who have decided that I’m going to help them learn/practice their English because they’re already helping me with my Spanish). When Are You Gonna Be My Girl? by Jet came on (thought of you, Aaron!!) and Becca and I started dancing like crazy girls, Toni/Mario/Gui (from IES) just started running around like idiots. I couldn’t stop laughing, because Becca and I knew all the words and were yelling them and shaking around while these absurd guys were just literally running around the entire bar…the energy was awesome. =) The team who beat us lost to Ryan and Gui, two IES guys, so that made us feel better, even though Ryan and Gui lost to the ridiculously good Colby kids (yah, I know) in the final round. We ended up dancing (IES kids left at like 3) until at least 4:30am…and los chicos and I walked home.

Apparently we suck at saying goodbye, or maybe it’s just that Mario can’t stop talking (he’s the one who keeps saying “okay, it’s time to go, seriously you guys, it’s so late…oh yeah, did you guys hear about this?” or “funny story”). We were sitting on the front step of my apartment until 6am just talking and goofing around (somehow we ended up deciding that LuisMi was a Mexican wrestler in his free time and couldn’t stop laughing about the thought of him wearing one of those absurd masks and throwing people to the ground…I’m glad I haven’t seen LuisMi since Sunday or I would die...Mario also kept asking about Compton and LA and decided that he wants to go to Long Beach…why, I have no idea! We’ve also decided that when M/T/J visit the US next year, they’re gonna come hang out at my house, because I promised them they could still eat a Spanish breakfast and they could hang out with Aaron and Dad (they love jumpingboy…oh, visual arts majors!)). It might also have something to do with the fact that they seem to think I’m kind of cool, too, but who knows.

Yesterday I was at the internet café, chatting with Toni and Julio on MSN, and they were like “we’re coming, stay there until 7:30.” We ended up driving to the Museo Contemporáneo in Julio’s typically European, cute, small, oldish red Peugeot (with a super nice stereo and a cute stuffed octopus in the back) (yes, we all wore seatbelts) to see an exhibit the guys have to see for school. Turns out the museum was closed because they were changing exhibitions (good one, guys), so we decided we’d go play pool. We parked the car at the garage below Julio’s house, but during the drive back, Mario and Toni had reminded each other of various silly videos from their trip to Amsterdam/Brussels/Paris earlier this summer and we ended up just going into Julio’s house and looking at all their photos, watching funny videos of them being absurd, and watching a little of the Real Madrid game. Julio drove us all home and I was back in time for dinner. =) Julio’s going to Madrid tonight to visit his cousin, I’m going to the internet café soon to post this and I’ll probably talk to Toni and Mario and see what they’re up to (I’m going to stay here after dinner tonight, like last night—gotta clean my room and organize my stuff for school/Madrid this weekend!). There’s soccer on Friday but I won’t be here, so I think I’ll see them all again on Sunday night or Monday. I can’t wait, and I’ll try to get more photos so you guys get a better idea of what they’re like. I hope some of you get to meet them, whether it’s when you come to visit me here or when they visit the US some day…

Being around them has once again proven to me that there is such a thing as chemistry. From the first few days with Antonio to these last 70 or so hours with Mario and Julio (as well as a few with Mario earlier in the week), I already know I’m going to miss them over Christmas break, not to mention next year. Even if for some reason we stop hanging out starting tomorrow, I can feel a connection with them in the middle of my stomach, which sounds weird but is that feeling where all you do is think about hanging out with them and when you’re with them, you just can’t stop smiling (and no, they’re not the kinds of guys who think a smile means you want to get with them, like we’ve been told some of the guys here do…). Part of the euphoria that I get from being with them comes from the fact that I’ve finally got some semblance of a group of friends, like I do when I’m at Middlebury (I love Bowdoin kids but I definitely never had a group, something that I somehow missed out on in my first two years there), part of it comes from the fact that Mario and Julio and Toni are each their own person while also being so similar in other ways, and so good at laughing, joking around, and making me feel comfortable with them (and again, I insist, NOT in a creepy way!), part of it is that it helps me practice my Spanish and gives me more confidence with every word we exchange, part of it is that I love hearing them speak English and I’m looking forward to being able to help them with that, and part of it is that I look at them and I see this great trio of friends who can’t seem to say goodbye to me or each other at 6am after having been together for the better part of the past two days and I realize how lucky I am to be here with them. If life was that simple, I’d stay in Julio’s car with them, listening to music such as Akon and then Enya and then Amelie (I know!!!), driving around Salamanca at 8pm as the sun sets behind the cathedral until we knew every word to every song on every radio station. I know from experience that when you get a feeling like that, you should stick with it as long as possible. Wish me luck.

Sigh. Madrid this weekend with Kat, where I’m going to see Erwin and hopefully Miguel, Miguel, and Katie Brown!!!! I am thinking of all of you often and looking forward to seeing you in December or January!!!!!!!!!!!! To those of you who are making tough transitions in life or negotiating the beginning or end of relationships (with friends, exes, new loves, roommates, crushes, classmates, program-mates, old friends), I wish you the best and know that I will do my best to be here and answer emails or phone calls or IMs whenever I can! I wouldn’t be having nearly as much fun here if it weren’t for all of you back home or scattered around Europe—seriously, I know I just spent the whole post going on about my new friends here, but you guys are my anchors and my rocks and if I could have you all here with me and introduce you to my slowly-growing-temporary-new-life, I would in a heartbeat!!!!!!

Love love love love and besos,
-c-

Sunday, September 16, 2007

Photos!

Hi!
I bring you 2 new photo albums. If any of you have been having trouble viewing these (those of you not on facebook), please let me know!!!

This is Zamora Sights. We went to Zamora and Toro yesterday and toured a winery (Bajoz), walked around Zamora, and ate in a bodega (old wine cellar way below ground).

http://bowdoin.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2016527&l=e632e&id=4602208

This is a selection of photos from Salamanca (including my bedroom! ooh!), Karaoke night on Friday, and fun times on the bus/in Toro and Zamora.

http://bowdoin.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2016526&l=491dd&id=4602208


I am planning on going to Madrid this weekend, traveling either with Ryan and Timmy or Janna. I know Erwin, Miguel (bili) and Miguel (Llanos) are going to be there, as is Katie Brown (dunno if she knows I'm gonna be there, though). If I'm missing anyone and you want to see me (as well you should!), send me an email or facebook message and we'll find each other!!!

Last night I went out at midnight (I know, right?) and went to a bar near the plaza with a bunch of kids, went to jacko's (as in michael), found oscar, lost oscar, and went to el Savor (salsa dancing). I became bag-holding girl and got deodorant accidentally sprayed on me by one of the 3 dutch girls we met and then Becca Maller and I decided it was time to go home, so we peaced out around 3. My host family (I still have to take photos, I know) got home from a friend's wedding around 5:30 and I think Becca got home a bit later. I'm hoping to catch up with the guys again (and find Antonio, who is impossible to keep track of after midnight, apparently) and watch some hysterical soccer later today. Apart from that, though, today is definitely a day to rest and organize my room as well as my schedule. Classes start tomorrow!!!

Miss you guys,
stay in touch!!
I'm sending out postcards tomorrow so let me know when you get them....slash if you get them before I come home in December...ha. Yeah.
LOVE,
-c-

Thursday, September 13, 2007

What I've Done Since Saturday (Part 2 of 2)

Hi all!
Here continues part 2 of What I’ve Done Since Saturday!
Thanks for reading! I know I’m really really really obnoxiously verbose but I figure if you’ve made it this far, you don’t care. So thank you for being my patient audience!
This one is REALLY long, so you might want to save some time to read it...! I'll try to cut back at some point, I realize I'm a little ridiculous, but I'm starting to use this thing as a sort of journal for myself as well because sometimes I remember stuff I forgot to put in my journal! Anyway. Welcome. Kat's in Spain! Yay!

So I think I left off with Segovia and was going to continue with El Rastro. It was pretty straightforward in terms of being a long street lined with small stalls filled with basically the same stuff in general—scarves, sunglasses, shoes, tons of baby clothes, clothing of varying quality, pirated DVDs, perfume (one place had a sign that literally said “Recently stolen!”). And then there were tiny baby turtles!! Janna kind of wanted to get one and then we realized it would either die tomorrow or live until May, at which time she’d have to figure out what the heck to do with it. They were pretty cute, though…probably diseased…

I’ve heard from a semi-reliable source (aka Katie Grimm) that the one in Madrid is way way cooler, so I may or may not hit that up. I’d prefer not to get mugged or get harassed by sketchy guys hawking stolen goods, but it sounds pretty impressive aside from those lovely threats. So we’ll see, I can probably convince someone to go with me!

Onto the more interesting stuff! Fútbol on Sunday with Antonio (my orientation leader, for those of you who can’t keep track of people…he’s one of the only people here who laughs as much as me, which works out well), his friends, and Drew, Evan, Danny, and Peter (guys from my program). They played at one of the sketchiest parks I’ve ever seen (nobody was there, but there was graffiti everywhere and at random times sketchy guys would come up and stand at one of the fences and sort of stare and do nothing except look threatening). We had to hop the fence and the “field” was a basketball court with soccer goals at both ends. One of the soccer goals only had 1 post so Antonio (being the fine arts major) stuck a teeny skinny stick into the base of the broken one. Slick. Anyway, Antonio and Danny and Peter were on one team with 2 of Antonio’s friends and then the rest were with Drew and Evan (they all thought Drew was huge, which he is…they wanted to know if he played rugby…?! Which I guess they think is essentially American football).

There’s not much to explain except that it was so so fun to watch (I miss the Guapos of Middlebury!!!) and I may or may not be convinced to play with them at some point. I met Monica (Antonio’s friend from University who’s my age and reminds me a lot of Anna Wheatley, one of the british girls who stayed with us back at CA through the exchange thingy…) and Maria (Antonio’s younger sister who is 16) and chatted with them, which was cool. Slash made me feel like I might have some kind of chance at making Spanish friends, one day! Monica showed me the funniest photo of herself and Antonio (in girly pajamas and makeup) from a few years ago and kept trying to get me to call him Tontonio (tonto=stupid). We had a good time and I think they’re gonna play again on Sunday!

Janna and Kendra (two girls from IES) came and watched for a little while with me but as soon as they left the boys decided that 1.5 hours of straight soccer was enough and it was time to play Ventana (aka Window aka like Horse or Knockout in basketball). Basically, there’s a goalie and everyone else stands in a semi-circle like 10 feet or 20 feet away and tries to score. If the goalie gets 5 goals scored against him, he has to bend over and everyone gets to kick the ball at his butt. During the game, you can only shoot on goal if you receive the ball in the air (aka if it bounces, you have to kick it up in the air and pass it to someone else), the goalie can catch the ball and chuck it back at the players (if he hits you and the ball goes out of bounds, you’re goalie). It was hysterical, because Drew was stuck with 4 goals against him. He revved it up and started playing like a total animal, jumping to catch the ball whenever possible and generally being a maniac. At one point he caught the ball and chucked it at Peter, who turned so it hit him in the back. It bounced straight back at Drew, who caught it and chucked it at Peter again, this time hitting him squarely in the crotch. Ow. Peter fell to the ground, laughing/crying in pain, and all the other guys pretty much did the same, except without the pain...Peter ended up in goal and ended up getting 5 goals on him after like 30 minutes…so he had to bend over with his butt in the air and everyone got a shot! Nobody hit him, though, so either they’re all really nice guys or can’t score (could be a mixture of both). Can’t wait for this Sunday!! Antonio wants me to play, but I don’t know if I have the guts (or legs, or knees, or endurance). But it could be fun. I think Becca Maller from Bowdoin’s gonna try to play with them, so maybe I’ll join her.

Small news item—I successfully did laundry! The place is literally a street away from my house, so that’s super convenient. It was 6 euros for washing and drying (student discount), and it’s a cute little place and the guy was quite nice and not sketchy and seemed responsible enough. We just left our clothes and came back in 2 hours. I’m SO glad it’s close and easy and my clothes all came back the right color and smelling good and everything!! And even if I do my laundry every week it’s cheaper than it would be if I did it here at home (aka asked my host mom to do it…she already told Becca and I that she won’t do it, because we have too many clothes…), which would be 11 euros a week. For all of you studying abroad right now you might appreciate that whole little tidbit more than anyone back at home.

Onto the parts with alcohol! So Monday night we had pizza with everyone from IES as part of orientation (yum, goat cheese pizza!!) at the Irish Rover, a generally American or international student bar near the Casa de las Conchas. Before we got there, however, there was a bit of a problem. I was walking to the Plaza Mayor with Becca and we ran into like 10 kids from IES. Wondering what the deal was (everyone knows how to get to the Irish Rover, nobody needed to meet up), we realized quite quickly that all of a sudden the air smelled strongly of ammonia and a lot of people were covering their mouth and nose. Apparently some truck (maybe?!) had spilled or crashed or whatever near the plaza and spilled ammonia all over the place and it smelled AWFUL. We walked as quickly as possible across the plaza and about 5 minutes more down towards the Irish Rover, holding sweatshirts or sleeves or napkins over our facs. As we crossed one of the streets, a huge sanitation-type truck passed and someone was announcing that there had been an ammonia spill and it would not reach toxic levels but not to open windows or doors…we ran pretty fast, groaning the whole time and wondering aloud if alcohol was going to be the best idea after inhaling ammonia. Yum.

Upon arrival, we got a free drink coupon (yay, Sangria!) and had pizza, chatting and relaxing. At some point, a group of Tunos arrived. What are Tunos, you ask? Groups of male students from the university who play guitars/tambourines/accordion and sing. They’re kind of like traveling musicians but they have been around for centuries. My art teacher from Middlebury, Aquilino (one of the craziest human beings I know…artist, somewhat creepy, very touchy, totally insane) is a tuno, which we learned whilst at Midd. Little did I know, though, that he was in THE group that came to play for us on Monday…what a surprise when he walked in the door!! Judd and Rebecca I think will be the only ones who can fully appreciate the insanity of that situation, but just in case you want to have the experience, too, check out these helpful links: (http://www.middlebury.edu/academics/ls/spanish/facstaff/ag_barrio.htm and http://bowdoin.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2016461&l=0c157&id=4602208 ---check out the third and fourth-to-last photos…).

Tunos tend to play traditional songs and sing in harmony etc etc and are almost always students but clearly there are also adults. At any rate, they also serenade girls. Guess who got dragged on stage first? Yes, that’d be me. I begged for other people from the program to come up, so I got 3 more girls to come up with me. Yeah, so the tunos got down on one knee and sang about 3 songs to us. Aquilino plays the little tambourine thingies, which is just beyond absurd. After they were done embarrassing us, they played a few more songs (including the oh-so-traditional Hotel California and Guantanamera) and Aquilino did somersaults and flips and such. This is much funnier if you look at those links I posted a few sentences ago. Oh my god. After they were done being super traditional and, I don’t know, goofy, Aquilino gave me his number (and his business card for being a Tuno?! Wtf?!?) and was like “We HAVE to get coffee!” which, you know, fine, friendly face, blah blah, but he’s AQUILINO and no effing way am I going by myself. Luckily it’s at this point I find out that he’s Antonio’s sculpture professor!! So I drag Antonio over and we all talk and Aquilino is like “Casey rocks, Antonio rocks, you guys are the best, be friends, life is good, I love both of you, Antonio you have to show Casey your artwork” and Antonio and I are just laughing and being embarrassed. Antonio said he’d come with me to have coffee with Aquilino, though, which will be SO helpful. Or key, as some of you say. =)

The night has not even remotely begun, my friends. There’s more! David—one of the guys from IES who is young but not a teacher and not an orientation leader—works there (so does Oscar’s brother—Oscar is like David) and after studying in the US for a year a few years ago started Beer Pong at 11 on Monday nights when he got back. It’s pretty popular among Americans (there were a ton of Colby students—apparently they have a poseur-Feb-program like Midd and they send lots of kids to Salamanca…half of them looked about 12 and were generally sketchy boozers who didn’t know how to deal with so much freedom, independence and alcohol…the other half was nice enough, as far as I could tell) and international students. I didn’t play (the only alcohol I had all night was that sangria at 9, but I think oscar and david thought I was drunk later on, at 3am, when I was still dancing…) but I supported the IES kids who played. Antonio and Danny were a team (Antonio’s first time!) and they were shut out by Colby kids in their first game, thus being eliminated from the tournament (nooo!). We were trying to explain to Antonio what a naked lap was but David was like “uh, no” (it was just a joke!). I think kids from JMU ended up winning around 4am.

So yeah, they played pretty much all American music (Umbrella, Gold Digger, Every Step You Take, Maroon 5, Black Betty, various remixes of J. Lo songs, Jay-Z songs, 50 Cent songs…weird selection, I know). Most people were dancing American-style aka really sexually aka grinding, except for me, Simone, Antonio, Danny, and Peter. We stayed in the far corner of the bar near the stage and just hung out, doing our own thing. Antonio is an amazing dancer, in like…a street way. I don’t know how to explain it, it’s just dancing by himself, but he can move his feet in crazy crazy ways. Danny gets drunk really easily and gets really goofy—he saw a couple making out farther down the bar (really common in Spain—PDA shows how much you care about your significant other, it’s not gross, but it’s still surprising!) and could not stop staring and being like “Qué asco!” which means “Gross!” We saw Monica (from the soccer game, Antonio’s friend from school) and I met one of Antonio’s friends named Javi who spoke so softly and quickly I gave up trying. Also he was kind of sketchy. Not important.

At some point, Danny and Peter left and Oscar left, leaving just me and Simone and Antonio. We started walking out with Danny and Peter and somehow ended up on this sort of upper-step part near the door, where people had been playing beer pong but where nobody was after about 2:30am. For some bizarre reason, we three just ended up dancing with each other/alone/trading off with Antonio/goofing around until…oh, 4:30? David was still there, cleaning up and monitoring the LONGEST beer pong tournament I have EVER witnessed (winners get Irish Rover gear, a bottle of alcohol, and it’s free to play the next Monday). So we just generally had a great time, dancing “American style” and Spanish style and being silly. Simone and I kept trying to translate the titles of the songs into Spanish for Antonio just because we thought we were cool and that resulted in some funny miscommunications. We met some Irish kids from London who’d been there for 3 days (not in the bar, in Salamanca) and were leaving early the next morning. I started imitiating their accent which was a bad idea because I couldn’t stop, but before that, one of them asked me if I had irish heritage because I looked irish (whaaatever). Their girlfriends were not impressed that they were talking to me and Simone but it was fine and it was fun to translate for Antonio. Around 4:30 I think we left, walking home. We all luckily live near each other (I was waiting for Simone because I didn’t wanna walk home alone and I couldn’t find Becca past about 1:30am) and started talking about past relationships and us vs. spain and popularity in the US and all sorts of stuff. We sat on a stoop on one of the avenidas near our houses and just talked! Simone left after about a half hour and Antonio and I just stayed and talked until we were too cold. I made it into bed around 6am and I think that’s part of why I have a cold now…! But it was so so worth it and I am SO glad I hadn’t had any alcohol since 9pm or I really would have been miserable. Eck.

That’s probably been my favorite night so far. I’m sick now, though, so I haven’t been out since then. I’m going to go out tomorrow night after karaoke with the group and probably on Saturday, too, depending on how tired I am after our trip to Zamora and Toro on Saturday (for all you wine-lovers out there…there will be wine-tasting of some of Spain’s best wine!! Anything specific you want for Hanukkah or Christmas….??). We’ll see. I’m still getting used to everything, duh, and I think I will be doing so until the day I leave!! You know how it is.

So. Yesterday I bought 4 sweaters, a dress, and a winter coat. Today I bought the smoothest and prettiest green scarf (you gotta have a scarf if you’re gonna be in spain!). I spent a little more than I’d wanted to on the coat but I figure if I love it and I wear it every day (aka the plan) and I can def wear it in the US, it’s worth it. I’ll take pictures or something for those of you out there who wanna know what it all looks like (aka Mom). I’m not planning on making any clothing or big purchases aside from cute funky things or postcards or whatever until next spring, but we’ll see how I fare as time goes on. Hopefully these clothes will help me blend in a teeny bit more. I still am debating getting bangs (not the scary kind, the swoopy fashionable kind…without cutting the rest of my hair…I don’t think I’ll look too yeti-like but we’ll see if I am brave enough to try it in Spanish!).

Most importantly out of all of that=I’m coming home on DECEMBER 18th and I’m coming back here on FEBRUARY 1st. And I’m visiting Bowdoin and Middlebury in January. And maybe a few certain cities on the east coast. We’ll see, I might just invite myself. Jess, I’m seeing you every second of every day before China, I know you leave in late December, have no fear!

Phew. I write way too much.
Thanks for reading this, I’ll be sending postcards your way over the next few weeks, I hope you receive them before December!!! If you’re in Spain or Europe and want to visit, keep harassing me until I make plans!!
Think good thoughts about me not having this nasty cold anymore, remind me to take more photos, and send loving thoughts across the ocean as I sleep!!!
Love love love love,
-Casey

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

What I've Done Since Saturday (Part 1 of 2)

Hi all (Kat, welcome to Spain!! I’m so glad you finally made it!!)!

I write this late-ish (for you Americans, if it was 6 hours later for you…aka midnight is NOT late in Spain…even on a Wednesday…) on Wednesday night, sitting on my bed next to my new dress, winter coat, and 4 sweaters (so I don’t need to buy clothes until next spring…seriously…). I’m going to try and update from this past Saturday up until today and we’ll see how far I get tonight…As I will explain later, I stayed up until 6am on Monday (well, Tuesday) and that combined with all the smoke in my lungs/nose has made me a bit sick. I took some NyQuil a little while ago so I’m probably not gonna last very long tonight…
My camera charger just arrived in the mail today (YES! Thank you, Dad!!!) so hopefully more photos will be making an appearance on my Facebook profile (and maybe here). Here are the links to my 2 most recent albums, one of which is almost completely composed of photos that I stole from other kids on my program (hey, whatever, I had no camera!):

http://bowdoin.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2016461&l=0c157&id=4602208
http://bowdoin.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2016261&l=b795f&id=4602208

Enjoy!

So last Saturday was Segovia, which is a city kind of like Salamanca in that it’s been around forever, the Romans built stuff there, the streets are skinny and there are yellow-sandstoney buildings. We left here at like 7:30am (ouch, sun’s not even really up yet) and hopped on our trusty tour bus and got there by 10 (listening to radio on the way—I heard, in order, “Boulevard of Broken Dreams” by Green Day, “Umbrella” by Rihanna, “Labios Compartidos” by Maná, and “Truly Madly Deeply” by Savage Garden…crazy Spaniards…). We stopped at a rest stop on the way for bathrooms/refreshments or whatever and it was there that I realized I would never find my name on any kind of souvenir (license plate, spanish flag, bull, whatever) that involves, well, names. It's just not going to happen, nobody is named Casey (nor can anyone pronounce it). I'm either going to have to get the cheesy ones that say "Gracias" or "Angel" or "Madre" or something. Or be "Carmen" or like, I don't know, "Pilar" or "Esperanza" or something. I opted not to buy a knife or flask, although they were being sold at amazing prices (there were more knives for sale than, oh, I don't know, anything else, including the cheesy license plate souvenirs?). This is why you don't stop at rest stops unless you're on a tour bus at 9am.

We had a tour of the whole city (see the second album on Facebook for stolen highlights), including the Aqueduct (1st century, Romans, amazing, look it up on Wikipedia!), La Casa de los Picos, the Cathedral, the Plaza Mayor, and the Alcázar. The aqueduct was beautiful but the Alcázar was way cooler.

I wish I’d had my camera but at the same time it was a good experience to be there without it because it forced me to pay more attention to my surroundings, taking them in as if I were taking photos. I guess the best I can say for now is to look it up on Wikipedia as well and try and Google some photos (but make sure you put Segovia in there, too…I think my family found some weirdo club called the Alcazar…). Disney modeled Cinderella’s castle after it (and various German castles) and the indoors has unbelievable ceilings and tiled walls (the arabs believed that blue was the color of magic/gods) and decorations (a mix of styles, including Arabic) and was just…not too big and gaudy and had a small floor plan and amazing views, as well as a cool money press!

We had lunch at a super fancy place which in and of itself was an adventure. The menu had already been prepared—these super cool Spanish mozzarella ball things that are SO rich, toast with tomato on top (aka bruschetta except unbelievably delicious), roasted red peppers, a gigantic rustic tub/dish of grilled/baked chicken breasts/legs placed in the center of the table (my table of 10 barely made a dent in it…), salad with tuna, spanish tortilla, and the most unbelievable dessert I’ve ever had in my life. It’s typical of Segovia and I don’t even know how to describe it…like lemony or orangey, kind of squishy like angel food cake or tiramisu, light and fluffy and yet filling…served with ice cream, DELIGHTFUL. Everybody was groaning about how full they were before it arrived but everyone ended up completely finishing theirs.

My table was mostly kids who prefer to speak English but it was a hysterical time and we pretty much laughed through the meal. After the meal everyone was served chupitos (shots) of fruity liquor. Bizarre enough on its own, and then Drew and I realized we had tiny glass slivers in the bottoms of our glasses. Super fun! Luckily we noticed before drinking them…despite that tiny potential setback, everyone slept reaaaaally well on the bus. Our bus driver woke us up as we pulled into Salamanca by blasting the radio, which was, I believe, “Man! I Feel Like a Woman!” by Shania Twain (I kid you not).

Okay. Sorry to cut this short, but it’s definitely time to sleep. Tomorrow I’ll start off with El Rastro (the flea market) of Salamanca. I’m going to cover fútbol, lavandería, the Irish Rover, an appearance made by Aquilino, a serenade, a beer pong tournament, Colby students, dancing, staying out until 6am with Simone and Antonio, flamenco class, my orientation Spanish class with Carlos Cabrera, my ID card, what I bought today, and my schedule for the semester (so I can plan visits with you guys who are in Europe or are adventurous enough to make it over here this fall) as well as when I’m coming home for Christmas. Can you handle it?! Thanks for reading!!! More to come tomorrow…!

Much much love,
-c-

Friday, September 7, 2007

One last point...

Have I mentioned that I have a Top Ten list?
And I AM having fun and this is a beautiful place and every time I get to know more IES kids a little better, it reminds me that things are good?
Just wanted to let y'all know that I'm not all of a sudden cynical and depressed. I'm just trying to navigate this weird first-week confusion and for one reason or another I'm allowing you to see a little deeper into my brain as I do so.

More descriptions of what I'm actually DOING here as days go by (Segovia tomorrow! no photos though, my camera charger is in the mail...!), I promise!!

Much love, and I hope you all think of Kat and hope she gets her visa soon and think of how cool Julia is, even though in Florence she is apparently quite a square, according to her roommates...
-c-

reflection on scary can-I-actually-last-a-year-here? thoughts

Hey all!
I wrote most of this earlier this afternoon and I am posting now after returning from a night out during Ferias y Fiestas (tonight is the first night). There were fireworks on the river (beautiful! reflected in windows, against the cathedral!) and the most people I've seen out in the streets yet (but there are still like 20,000 university students who have yet to arrive...), which was fun and exciting and lively. There are 21 casetas around downtown, which are like bars in the street that have beer and pinchos (like tapas but smaller portions) and vino and sangria and people just linger and talk and hang out (very spanish, duh). The weather was perfect and I just had water because I was so full from dinner and I got some toasted goat cheese with jam on bread...pretty delicious! I was with about 8 of us from IES, probably my favorite 8 so far (Danny, Peter, Ashley, Jackie, Kendra, Jenny, and a few others, like Tiffany and Elizabeth), because they at least try to speak spanish and tend not to be all over the place. We ran into Evan and Drew who have already started an intercambio which is where you go to practice your spanish for an hour and you meet uni students who practice english for an hour, which actually really impressed me, because they really have trouble with Spanish. They were walking around with the girl and guy from their intercambio (don't ask me how that happened, it's just supposed to be one-on-one and I couldn't tell if the girl and guy were dating or what, but whatever) and all of a sudden around 12:30 everyone was like "to the discoteca!" which, you know, fun! but when we got there it was just like "oh yeah, we're a huge group of americans, we have to get up at 6:30 tomorrow, i actually don't feel like doing this" and so Kendra and I walked back. Maybe that makes us lame and tools or something but the point is that I'm glad I did, not because I wasn't having fun or it was was sketchy, just because it was like "I'm not that into this, meh" and we just left. So easy. Straightforward. I talked to Kendra (another year student) in Spanish (yay!) all the way back because she lives near me (and Antonio, apparently! wish he was out with us tonight...what a nut!) and it was just like "oh yeah, THIS is why I'm here, this makes sense, I'm not a total weirdo, I can speak spanish, I can have fun and still get sleep, it's only the first week (as Jay just told me, orienting can be disorienting and sometimes settling into routine can be more important), I have so much time, I can take my time in terms of adjusting...and tonight was FUN if not pretty straightforward in terms of booziness and english-speaking among the group (I sound like a tool, but shut up) (the concert in the plaza mayor was packed!) but I'm going to meet spanish people because I want to and it will happen and blah blah blah GOOD THINGS." So. That being said, here are my more negative and doubting thoughts from this afternoon, before leaving for the ferias y fiestas (yay! tomorrow we're off to segovia for a day trip and then probably we'll go out at like 1am instead of 9pm and explore more bars and casetas etc etc etc). Thanks for reading, you guys! I know it's pretty egocentric to have a blog like this (and apparently I'm really verbose, jesus) but I like knowing that you are all for the most part following me as I make my way through each day or week...
Katie Grimm, I'm emailing you soon. You rock.



Things here have gotten kind of intense over the past few hours and since lunch I’ve been finding myself sort of spiraling into the lonely and scary can-I-actually-last-a-year-here? thoughts that overwhelmed me my first night (and at various points, mostly at night, mostly when I’m not with my friends here, or when I’m not in class).

What happened at lunch, you ask? Well. I’ll try to summarize. Becca is my housemate and she’s a nice girl and we seem to get along even though her Spanish isn’t that great (which sort of limits our communication and her communication with our host family). She plays tennis for Pomona and lives in Texas and has a sister-in-law who lives here in Spain, in Granada. Becca stayed with her for a week before getting here and she’s been to Spain 3 times before so she’s used to the time zone and at least somewhat knowledgeable about cultural differences, the food, whatever. Most of the food we eat here (about 90% I eat with no problem, it’s yummy or edible or whatever and although I’m picky I’ve been really impressed with the food and with myself in terms of eating it) is fried or very oily (olive or sunflower) or salty or all three. We get lots of meat, lots of bread/eggs/potato-type things and some fish (I’ve told my señora that I don’t like it and it seemed to go over just fine). Some vegetables, like cauliflower soup and carrots/peas/beans, but everything is cooked. We get fruit yogurt with dinner and lunch and usually a peach or melon or something, too. The dominant theme, though, is oily or fried meat. And we have no fresh veggies.

That being said, Becca happens to be someone who rather likes salads. She spoke to our señora a night or two ago and asked if we could maybe have some more vegetables. I don’t think she necessarily said “fresh ones,” but the señora seemed to understand. After last night’s dinner, which was a lot of cooked vegetables and still more meat, she was essentially saying “see, look, I AM giving you veggies, I like to give variety, I don’t serve the same thing every night, don’t worry.” Becca wasn’t really impressed, but she ate it, and bought herself some fruit today at the market. At lunch today, Becca didn’t eat most of her chicken cutlet or breaded fish thingy and our señora was like “what’s wrong?” and Becca was like “oh, I don’t really like it.”

What ensued was a 45-minute long conversation/argument/confusion-fest in which Becca cried because she’s homesick and doesn’t speak Spanish as well as I do and is feeling like she’s not getting the nutrition stuff she needs, our señora told us she had cancer recently and only has one breast, our señora told us that she had a girl with her this summer who wouldn’t eat her food and who was a klepto and ended up getting kicked out of the program so don’t be that girl, our señora told us that she expected us to eat at least one thing she cooks at every meal because she’s not going to make something different for everyone, I tried to explain that Becca didn’t want to offend our family and that it’s hard for her to explain what she’d like to eat because her Spanish isn’t that great and she’s not upset with the family or mad or anything she’s just trying to do what they told us to do at IES and express what she likes to eat, our señora told us that everything we are eating is typically Spanish and normal and you have to get used to that because we’re here now in Spain and it’s time, that everything we’re eating is healthy and if anyone should be concerned about healthy eating it’s our señora because she had cancer and look at her husband he’s so skinny on the Spanish food that he’s on a diet to make himself gain weight (nobody had said anything about being healthy, Becca had just said that she didn’t eat things fried or in oil at home and she’s just not into it), that Becca should stop crying or our Señora would get mad at her and that she was being a baby and being 20 and with a boyfriend means you’re way too old to cry, that Becca can switch houses or move out if she wants (Becca told me later that she doesn’t want to, she doesn’t want vegetarian food either, she didn’t mean it to become such a big deal, she’s so confused and embarrassed!) that Becca should just tell our Señora what she wants to eat and then our señora will get it for her but she expects Becca to eat at least something that the Señora cooks at every meal (this is the point that is most confusing, I think, because I was trying to mediate and be like “she WILL eat something you cook, she likes your food, she just would like some fresh greens or fruit to balance it out, she’s not trying to insult you, the food is good” and it was just…not going anywhere)…and probably more.

It was awful and so uncomfortable, especially when the Señora was castigating Becca for crying and calling her a baby. I feel bad for our señora, too, because she doesn't understand why Becca doesn't talk more. I almost started crying, I just felt bad for both of them and I didn’t know what the hell to do. I’m the pickiest eater I know and although I’d like some greens too, I’m pretty much perfectly fine with the food we get here. However, plenty of Becca’s feelings resonate with me, too, in terms of missing home and feeling like we’re trying to adapt but also trying to communicate what we’d like to eat while being grateful for their help and for our home here. I actually just checked my email and have one from Katie Grimm, who went here 2 years ago for a semester (in the spring). It made me feel hugely better and I’m definitely going to email her to ask for advice about feeling like I’m just not cut out for the whole Spain thing, especially with some of the kids on the program (and also about glorious things! I wrote most of this this afternoon but I'm posting it tonight, after spending a few hours out and about during the first night of Ferias y Fiestas....! Katie knows what that means but I'll explain if you want...let's just say the fireworks reflected against the cathedral were gorgeous!). I want to speak Spanish as much as possible, so that leaves out like half of the kids (because they don't want to, not because I think they suck at it), leaving me with about 15. I want to get to know Spaniards, but I’m not comfortable walking around the streets alone at night and I don’t like to drink much and I am really bothered by the smoke all around the bars. I like spending time alone and I like time to reflect and I like my personal space. I can be very social and I DO like my family but in general I’d almost always prefer a night in with a book or a movie or even writing in my journal than a night out, dancing (I’m working on branching out, I’ve gone out twice and I’m going out tonight and I’m definitely HERE partly because I want to expand my comfort zone but I just don’t know if I can handle doing it for a year. I don’t know. That’s a whole different story and I’m not ready to seriously debate it, of course I’ll stay for the year, I think.). You know what I mean.

Part of the point of being Spanish is being out on the streets, staying out late at night, not smiling at people on the street and especially not at guys in bars unless you want to tell them you’re interested, not bringing friends home to your house, etc. Also, they spank their kids (there’s a 3-year-old who is my host brother’s cousin) and are wont to hit them in the face/on the cheek if they swear/do something bad/whatever. The 3-year-old is really cute but very snotty and a crybaby and hates to lose when he and my host brother play fútbol in the hallway. He punches my host brother in the stomach/back when he wants something and occasionally gets told off but more often than not, NOT. I don’t know, I know child-rearing practices are different in every family and country and there are plenty of parents in the US who spank/hit their kids but I just can’t get used to seeing him get hit across his face by a grown-up as a matter of course (it does nothing, by the way, I know he’s only 3 but…I don’t know).

(if you've made it this far, congrats!! goodnight and sleep tight, and make sure you're around in december so i can see you when i come home to visit!!! are there any weird or cool souvenirs people want from spain?! give me fun ideas....!)

Thursday, September 6, 2007

Top Ten List (and 2 great little stories)

Hello!
So I talked to my parents via Skype tonight (and to Em Ho!) and just so y’all know, it’s genius, so everyone should get it and then add me (caseyluna). Also, we’re going to Segovia on Saturday and a flea market on Sunday. Tomorrow, Ferias and Fiestas (Fairs and Parties) de Salamanca starts…that’s like 2 weeks of parties and casetas (small street bars, there are 21) and people on the streets and a huge-ass stage in the Plaza Mayor celebrating Santa Marta aka patron saint of Salamanca (or at least for these 2 weeks or something). So we’ll see what THAT’S like. Don’t you guys worry, I’m still jet-lagged and not what we’d call a big drinker in any way, shape or form (duh) so it’s not going to be like a big blur or anything, first big night out. Because I know you were worried.
Right.
It’s 2:30am, so I’m off to bed.
Here is my current Top Ten List of Salamanca So Far (not in order). I’m working on the Top Ten Worst, but I think it’s a good sign that I’m starting with the Top Ten, don’t you??
Think good thoughts about me NOT getting black lung this year, good thoughts about me coming home in December and visiting you certain types who need visiting (and yes, I’m inviting myself even if the invitation has potentially expired or never existed in the first place), and good thoughts about my camera battery charger and raincoat getting here soonish so I can start actually taking some photos…!
I think about you guys all the time (yes, all of you, because when I write this I think to myself “okay, who is reading this?! Who of my friends is going to have any idea what is going on??”) and hope some of you start commenting some day…
LOVE LOVE LOVE and muchos besos,
-c-

Top Ten Best, Coolest, Special Things About Salamanca So Far (not in order)
1. The small, narrow streets lined with beautiful sandstone-ish buildings (all around the centro especially) that are centuries old (some of them, especially from the university and cathedrals-- ) that catch the light in an amazing way and reflect it so warmly. Once I get my camera battery charger in the mail (THANK YOU, DAD!) I will try to get some not-so-typical photos of the streets/buildings (but they will end up being typical, anyway, because hey, it’s Spain/Salamanca and these buildings have been around for long enough). Seriously, there is something about the blocks of stone, the stone streets (in places), the courtyards of the university, etc. that is just OLD and so STRONG and dependable and easy to feel connected to.
2. Learning where things are within the first few days. Becca and I walked to class the first day without our Señora (unlike most of the group) and since then it’s just been a learning experience after learning experience—every time we (aka IES people) go somewhere that may or may not be new, you either see a building or street you recognize or you are able to orient yourself to the river or Plaza Mayor or cathedral or where we live and all of a sudden the city feels a tiny bit smaller and easier to understand. At some point I’ll take a photo of the already written on and beat up map we got in our packets so you can see where things are in relation to where I live. I walk to and from class a different way and I’m trying to establish a routine and get to know street names and cool tiendas as best as possible.
3. The Plaza Mayor. Google it. Peter and Danny (more on them later) and I had a €13 pitcher of sangria there last night which was DELIGHTFUL and COLD (seriously, you go into the supermarkets around the centro and where I live and there is like 1 shelf of refrigerated orange juices and 3 smoothies and that is IT for the cold drinks…) and SWEET and sangria-like. It was that amazing temperature that isn’t breezy but isn’t warm and feels like you’re just the same temperature inside and out and at the perfect equilibrium. People were out, there was a weird guy who walked around the plaza and set up chairs from the various cafés and had 2 lit tiki torches and did flips and handstands and put out the fire with his mouth. There were babies, little kids, punky teenagers wearing tight jeans and rhinestone belts (these are boys) and greased up hair and mullets and were smoking and looking sketchy, there were couples. Peter and Danny and I played “are they American?” and just talked for like 2 hours. Very relaxing and easy, and in Spanish (more on that later)! What a beautiful place.
4. The fact that there are little street cleaning machines that clean the streets/sidewalks with water every single night. Genius. Adorable. Thank you (I was talking about that with one of my friends, Jackie, from my intensive Spanish class for orientation, and she was like “yeah, because if they didn’t, there’d be cigarette butts everywhere” and I was like “yes, well, thank you for ruining the street cleaners for me”)!!!
5. Fresh baguette every day, cold water at every meal, café con leche at breakfast. Even though I like the food they feed me in general, those are consistently amazing, delicious, and refreshing.
6. My host family (Mari, Felipe, Manuel who is 13 and Chuchi who is the 5-month-old terrier puppy are the ones Becca and I live with) and their extended family (Alejandro who is 3 and Mari’s sister’s son, Soraya who is Mari’s other sister who is 24 and her husband Saul, and his brother) are super nice and easy to get along with and easy to read about 90% of the time. Manuel is into sports and plays soccer in the tiny hallway with Alejandro (Manuel--or Manu as everyone calls him—puts on his winter gloves and stands in the doorway leading into the front “hallway” aka room between the front door and hallway door and is goalie and Alejandro stands on the other side of the hall and kicks this little softball sized rubber ball as hard as he can at Manu or at the ceiling or the wall or sometimes his own head…). Today, Alejandro was wearing just his underwear. After la siesta, he was naked, and stayed that way all night. What a nutcase. Manu is a good guy, I think he was kind of awkward at first because hello, 2 20-year-old girls (well, fine, I’m 19) show up in your house and take over your bathroom, but yesterday Mari wasn’t here for lunch so she’d already made food and it was on the stove and I didn’t realize so Manu was like “here, sit down, I’m getting it for you, and heating it up, is it hot enough? No, check right now, I’ll heat it more if you need, here’s your drink, here’s a napkin, here’s this” and was so helpful and then he stayed in the kitchen and washed all the dishes and put them away while talking to me and answering questions and generally being quite friendly. More on them to come in the months to come…as with most of the stuff on this list…
7. Our orientation leaders, Mari, Saida, and Antonio. Oh my god. I loved my TA-RA-types from South Africa and I loved the Bilingües I knew at Middlebury and Harry and Eliza were great Pre-O leaders at Bowdoin but Mari, Saida and Antonio are fantastic, every one of them, in their own way, as a group, which is just…..AH. I love them deeply and it’s been 3 days. They’re all USal(amanca) students who are basically our tour guides and babysitters and friends for the first 2 weeks until school starts and Mari and Saida go to Vienna and Innsbruck (they’re both like 4th year students or something, it’s hard to tell here, it’s a bit more flexible) because they are in the Facultad de Traducción for English, German and Italian (sweeet). Mari is like the mom—she’s the practical one, the most straightforward and big-cousin or big-sister-ish. She’s not from Salamanca but she’s lived here for 5 years, she’s like 25, and kind of the head of the 3 of them. Saida is skinny and athletic looking and BEAUTIFUL and apparently from the Canary Islands. She drops all of her s’s but is still perfectly easy to understand (which amazes her, because her accent is so different from the Salamantino accent and she apparently gets crap all the time). She’s so CUTE and energetic and like that fun friend you’ve always wanted to be like and look like but can never be jealous of because she’s just so COOL. Antonio…there are no words. He’s 20 and like a little kid, he’s so goofy and nice and (as bad as this sounds) just a good guy but not in the Spanish way. You never get the sense that he’s looking for anything more than just being a good guy (that sounds boring, maybe, but he’s not). He’s a fine arts major and I told him he has to show me some of his art tomorrow. Some people think he might be gay but who knows. He’s an amazing salsa dancer and he and Mari made a great couple. So goofy and so FUN. I’d want them both in my apartment building, if I ever live in one in the future in which I get to choose all of my apartment mates. In terms of explaining all of these guys I think photos will help….I’m trying to figure out better ways to describe him and the best I can think of is that he’s the guy who cracks jokes all the time but they’re the kind of jokes that only people you’d want to be friends with would understand. He’s also one of the only Spanish guys I’ve seen who doesn’t even remotely have a mullet. Okay. DEFINITELY more on them in the days to come.
8. The friggin’ Spanish language. What more could you want?!
9. Being in the highest grammar class. Yes, I’m a snob, but after Middlebury, I feel like my experience has been semi-validated in that way (not that it needed validation in the first place!). PLUS, my teacher is Carlos Cabrera, for those of you in the know (aka Judd and Rebecca). He’s awesome, and hysterical, and smart, and understanding and patient and fun. More on that soon.
10. Danny, Peter, Ashley, and a few choice other kids. Danny and Ashley both have significant others back home, who knows about Peter, but it doesn’t matter and we’re just friends and it seems chill and easy and funny. Danny and Peter are the most normal guys on the trip (out of the like 7 there are, and also are some of the only ones who consistently speak Spanish even though Peter is in the lowest level [I don’t know why, he speaks really well]) and Peter had an absinthe and weed shot (yes.) the other night (I was not there, I am pretty grossed out/impressed/surprised/confused that he did that, because, ew…he said it tasted like gasoline but he saw it on the menu and had to try. Danny and I were like “that’s why we left WAY before the weirdo shots started showing up”). Will speak more about this in days to come, but Danny is a Cubs fan and runs every day and Peter goes to Miami University in Ohio and sounds just like Adam Rosenblatt and Ashley is extremely pale and punk-ish with a nose and tongue piercing and acid humor (KAT WHERE ARE YOU) and is very tall and skinny and is also in the lowest Spanish class but always speaks English but it’s okay because she’s hysterical. I want to continue to get to know more kids in the program (and Spanish people, duh, but we have time…) but I kind of like what we four have got going on. I like the stability and dependability and jokes we make and the fact that we’d probably never end up as a group of 4 at any one of our home universities (oh, Ashley goes to Redlands and was roommates with Tiffany Mok, a girl who played on my high school field hockey team with me).

Oh, if you’ve made it this far, here are my favorite stories from today. My host family has a family friend who is like 26 and works as a security guard and hangs out around here fairly often and I think helps Felipe paint sometimes. The first thing he said was that Becca and I were “guapa” and that Becca is really blonde and that I am really tall and that I must have been into drinking milk as a young kid (yes, yes I was, I still am, thank you). Today at lunch he asked Becca if she took medication (she said yes and was like “?!” and he was like “yeah, I already knew that, your eyes are kind of red around the outside” and she was like “!?!” and then asked her which ones and she was like “?!?!”) and then proceeded to ask me if I liked to eat as I’m putting a bite of hamburger in my mouth. I’m like, yes, yes I do, duh, you guys feed me SO MUCH, come on, I’m hungry, what?! And then he goes “eres como un roble” which literally means “you’re like an oak tree.” I was like “riiiiiiiiiiiiiight….I’m not strong, nor am I fat, so……” and then changed the subject. Strange human being, he is.

Second favorite story from today was when Alejandro (without a shirt on, nor pants, just underwear) runs into the kitchen while Becca and Felipe and I are eating lunch and we notice that he’s wearing Chuchi’s studded dog collar around his neck like some twisted bondage baby.

Monday, September 3, 2007

He llegado!

Estoy aquí!!!
Me encanta mi familia, me cae bien mi compañera de casa (no es de cuarto, tengo mi propio), me encanta el apartamento! Y me gusta la comida!
Vamos a caminar al supermercado cuando el padre regresa. Hay una madre, un padre, un hijo de 13 años (Manuel) y un perrito de 5 meses, Chuchi! Mi compañera de casa es Becca, de Texas y Pomona College. Ya he sacado algunas fotos pero nada muy impresionante. Voy a intentar mientras caminamos esta noche, o por lo mejor, mañana durante nuestro tiempo libre o nuestro scavenger hunt...no sé!
Estoy emocionada por un horario normal y un ritmo a los días, pero sé que eso no va a pasar por un rato. Todavía no he conocido a todos los estudiantes del programa! No vamos a vernos hasta mañana, porque todos están a casa o en su residencia. Bueno! Todo va bien y voy a decir más por la noche o por la noche mañana!!!
besos,
-c-

I'm here!
I love my family, I like my housemate (she's not my roommate, I have my own room), I love the apartment! And I like the food!
We're going to walk to the grocery store when the (my?!) dad gets back. There's a mom, a dad, a son who is 13 and named Manuel and a tiny puppy who is 5 months old named Chuchi. My housemate is Becca, from Texas, goes to Pomona. I've already taken some photos but nothing too special. I'm going to try and take some while we talk tonight or more likely, tomorrow, during our free time or the scavenger hunt...I don't know! We'll see!
I'm excited for a normal schedule and a rhythm to the days but I know that that's not going to happen for a little while. I still haven't met everyone on the program! We're not going to see each other until tomorrow because everyone is in their house or at the dorm. So! Everything is going well and I'll write more later or tomorrow night!!
xoxo
-c-

Sunday, September 2, 2007

Pre-Departure

It’s very bizarre to be a night away from starting such a long and crazy journey, knowing that at the end of it you will have met countless people, been countless places, taken countless photos and walked countless steps and had countless new, exciting, terrifying and exhilarating experiences that will contribute to you as a whole person and will be unchangeably forever part of your makeup.

I’m stuck in that weird looking-back-while-looking-forward place, where you’re about to start creating memories and making friends and going places that you will never forget but you can’t even begin to imagine. I am in that meta-life phase where I am thinking about my past life from a future perspective, aka imagining myself in a year or two, thinking back on exactly today and trying to remember what it was like before I met so-and-so or went to that place or had that ridiculous adventure that was so scary at the time but now is hysterical to re-tell. I know these things will happen, I just don’t know the details yet. I’m getting ahead of myself before I even have a chance to start! It’s exciting, of course, feeling like I’m about to open a door to a huge maze that I get to navigate for the next year. It’s also quite overwhelming and possible pointless—why spend my time anticipating what will/could happen when I can just wait for it to really happen??

It’s very bizarre to be sitting here at my desk, shuffling through thousands and thousands of “old” photos from the past 2 years at Bowdoin, burning DVDs of literally thousands of photos so that I can take them off my laptop so I have room for the photos I will take in Spain. It’s weird to be seeing all these familiar faces, reliving all of these experiences and knowing that in 2 or 3 years time I will be doing the exact same thing with Spain photos so that I can make room for graduation photos or first job photos or who knows what. All of the names on the list of IES Salamanca participants (most of whom are total strangers, some of whom are facebook friends, one of whom is a bowdoin student and one of whom is my housemate) will, in a year’s time (or in 2 weeks time, for that matter) will be like the names of my mountain school classmates, who were once just names on a list and now are (what I like to think of as) friends for life, or at least friends with whom I’ve shared life-changing and unforgettable experiences…right, guys?

All of that being said, I was reminded today (thanks, Judd!) that I should do the best I can to come without expectations. That is what Alden told everyone before TMS and though it sounds impossible or at the least pretty idealistic, it was incredible advice. Without expectations of friends-for-life, best-time-ever, etc. etc, I took everything as it came and went from there.

Spain is going to be unforgettable simply because it will happen to me, because I will experience it, because I will have photos and friends and places to remind me of my time there. Spain will hopefully also be unforgettable in a good way in the sense that it might change my life for the better, but I understand that it definitely has a chance of being unforgettable in a bad way, at times, as well. I know Mountain School is very very different from Salamanca, Spain in about a billion ways, but I remember the times near the end of the semester when I would cry to myself in the shower because I was so unhappy. I remember being in South Africa and by the end of the first week or so I was so unhappy I seriously considered calling my parents and begging them to let me come home. Of course, I now reflect on both programs as being intensely valuable and life-changing in their own ways and it’s not a lie, it’s not a generalization, it’s just that you can have such amazing experiences and still cry yourself to sleep at night. It might sound totally weird, but what I’m trying to express is that I am trying my best to prepare myself for the best and the worst in every sense without actually preparing myself for anything.

I’m preparing myself for changes, for growth, for scary situations, for funny stories, for friends, for fights, for drama, for homesickness, for feeling unsettled, for discomfort, for apologies, for travel, for boundless joy, and so much more, and I can’t wait to get this journey started.

Thanks for reading, and I will update you guys soon—this time, from Spain!
-c-
p.s. Think good thoughts about my luggage making it to Spain and me not losing my passport…!