Thursday, December 26, 2013

My first Christmas

Palabra del día: délicieux
Translation: Delicious, but tricked you, it's in French! Ahh too many languages, it's so confusing!  But I've been pleasantly surprised that with my knowledge of Spanish and English I've been able to recognize a good number of French words, so occasionally I have a vague idea of what’s going on in a conversation here.

Comida del día: The past 36 hours have basically consisted of constant eating of the best foods I have ever tasted in my life, and it was all so good that it wouldn't be fair to choose just one.  Don't worry, I will soon proceed to describe all of the food in detail.

Foto del día: 
Escargot, AKA caracoles, AKA SNAILS.  Call them what you will, but they are delicious.  They smelled so good that I didn't even think twice about eating slimy bug-like animals and proceeded to eat five.  Then someone asked me if snails fit into my pescatarian diet and I decided that they do, only to learn a day later that the snails that I was eating aren't actually sea snails and could easily be found buried in mud in someone's backyard.  A gross thought, but they tasted so good that I have absolutely no regrets. 

This year was my first time ever celebrating Christmas, and it was the best Christmas I could have ever asked for.  Let me start by describing the meal I ate on Christmas Eve:

Course 1: Foia gras (didn’t actually eat it but it looked good)
Crouse 2: Raw oysters
Course 3: Fresh crabs and shrimp
Course 4: Palette cleanser of pear sorbet with pear liqueur 
Course 5: Turkey, pumpkin from the garden, and other vegetables
Course 6: Five different types of cheese with fresh french bread
Course 7: Two Christmas log cakes, one almond and one chestnut, topped with chocolate frosting and a custard sauce

Each course was served with a different type of French wine (the champagne with appetizers and dessert was my favorite).  


Five types of cheese

Christmas log cakes
Now to put all of this delicious food in context (and don’t worry, there is plenty more food for me to describe).  On Christmas Eve, I traveled from London to Boulogne, France with my cousin Jeff, his husband Marc, Marc’s colleague from Japan, and my friend Simone because Marc’s parents were kind enough to include all of us in their Christmas celebration at their 150 year-old house in the French countryside, about two hours from London and right on the coast.  To get there, we drove to the ocean and then took a CAR TRAIN under it (literally a train that you drive your car onto).  As soon as we arrived, we were served champagne and snacks and then whisked off to mass at the local church.  I had never been to Christmas mass before (although for one reason or another I’ve been to mass 4 times in the last six months) but I still recognized some of the hymns although the words were in French instead of English.  I thought that the service was beautiful and I enjoyed experiencing a different religion in a new language.  Afterwards we celebrated with all of the food I mentioned above, interspersed with gift giving (no one could wait until Christmas!) and spontaneous dancing, and we didn’t finish dinner until 2 am!

On Christmas day, I awoke to fresh croissants from a bakery down the street and a long walk through the sand dunes on the coast.  The croissants were definitely French and definitely delicious, and the walk on the beach was absolutely gorgeous (Not to mention necessary to walk off last night’s dinner and prepare for our next meal, which was equally large, long, and delicious).

View from our Christmas day walk

The menu for Christmas day lunch included the escargot I already mentioned, plus smoked salmon, another palette cleanser, wild pork from a neighbor who had killed it himself (I skipped this one), baked pears, homemade pasta, red cabbage, and more Christmas logs.  After this I felt like I wouldn’t be able to eat again for days, but Marc’s parents refused to let us skip dinner that night and served more delicious food, including a pumpkin soup with veggies from the garden. 


The food and the beautiful location were definitely highlights of my first Christmas celebration, but I also appreciated how welcoming Marc’s relatives were to us.  Despite language barriers, I really felt like part of the family: they included us in everything, made lots of jokes, and of course made sure we ate as much as possible.  It was nice be in this sort of family environment and share their traditions, especially after being away from home for so long, and I’ve decided that this beautiful house on the coast of France must be the best place to celebrate Christmas out of anywhere in the world.  

Friday, December 20, 2013

4 month anniversary

Palabra del día: Hasta luego
Translation: See you later
The other day, when I said goodbye to all of the amazing people I’ve met through IES this semester, we made sure to say “hasta luego” instead of “adios”,  because I know that we will see each other again. And also because I’m saying “hasta luego” to Granada for the next two weeks to have new adventures in London and Paris!

Comida del día: Mantecados
These are crumbly Spanish Christmas cookies usually flavored with almonds.  They are very different than my favorite homemade holiday cookie cutter cookies with every color of frosting, but quite delicious all the same!

Foto del día:
This is my friend Annie and my official engagement photo.  I will now explain this long-running inside joke. When I wrote my "6 week anniversary" post, the photo of the day was a photo of the two of us eating Los Italianos ice cream, and since then we've had a joke that we're engaged.  So at our end of the semester lunch party with IES, we did an official engagement photo shoot for our four month anniversary, and here is the result!
Yesterday I went to London.  People speak English here.  It's kind of strange... I feel like I can understand British English to about the same extent that I can understand Spanish in Granada: there's a weird accent and there's certain words and colloquial phrases that go right over my head.

I'm in London because my first semester in Granada is officially over and I'm now on winter break!  In the last week, I had five final exams, a 10 page paper, a band concert, packed, and said goodbye to friends, but I guess it's no more chaotic than a typical end to the semester at WashU. Throughout this busy time I didn't get to spend much quality time with the city of Granada, so the craziness of these last few weeks makes me feel good about my decision to stay: I definitely don't feel ready to say goodbye to Granada for good - I'm even a bit sad to leave to travel for six weeks!  On the other hand, I get to travel around Europe for six weeks - I can't even begin to believe how lucky I am.

Before it's time to write about all of my travel adventures, I want to wrap up my semester in Granada.  I realized that in my last few weeks even with all of the craziness, I managed to try a few things for the first time:
  • One of these things was jamón.  Yes, I am a vegetarian, but everyone talks about how great the ham is in Spain that I decided that I should try it.  I wouldn't want to leave Spain having missed out on something great!  But as it turned out, it wasn't great at all.  I had mentioned to Sole at the beginning of the semester that I wanted to try ham before I left, and last week she pulled out some grade 9 ham (on a scale from 1-10) that she only buys for Christmas.   She put two pieces on my plate and they just stared back at me all red and fatty... but I convinced myself to take one tiny bite and it tasted like blood and metal and I hate to say it, but I don't like Spanish ham.  Maybe if I was used to eating meat I would have liked it, but even high quality ham just wasn't in the least bit appealing.  But at least now I don't have to leave Spain without trying its famous jamón.
  • Last week I learned to make two new recipes from my host mom: tortilla Española (omelette with potatoes) and her version of paella, which has seafood and lots of veggies instead of any meat. I took detailed notes so that I can make them for myself next semester when she's not around to cook for me every day!
  • This year I am also celebrating Christmas more than I ever have before.  Our apartment even had a Christmas tree! (a fake one, but close enough).  When I was younger I always wanted a Christmas tree, and now my wish finally came true: 

My band also celebrated Christmas with a concert in which we played some Christmas music and wore elf hats with flashing red light up stars (and threw them in the air during the photo shoot!):



And I get to continue my celebration of Christmas in the French countryside this week - I can't wait!
This is Plaza Bib-Rambla , one of the biggest plazas in Granada, with all of its beautiful Christmas lights.  I personally don't think that this fake tree lives up to Boston's beautiful  pine trees, but the lights are quite pretty.

Another interesting events of the past week my final flamenco performance.  I am now going to give up all self respect in order to give you what I know you have been dying to see this whole semester- a video of me dancing flamenco.  Please try not to laugh too hard, and try to believe me when I say that I improved a lot over the course of the semester (dancing is not something that comes easily to me).



Since this is my four month anniversary post, I want to take a minute to correct and add certain things I said in my 6 week anniversary post about cultural differences due to various conversations with Spanish friends and just having more experiences in general.

First of all, I mentioned in my other post that there aren't many options for music education.  As it turns out, there are opportunities for kids to take after-school classes at the conservatory starting from age 7-8 that prepares them, if they continue, to study music at the conservatory, with different levels in between.  A lot of people in my band study at the conservatory or have studied there, but aren't necessarily planning to be professional musicians.  The other thing I need to correct is the bit about army showers...some people take army showers and they are definitely more common than in the US, but not absolutely everyone does this.

Now to add a few more differences I've noticed in the past two months.  First of all, everyone my age in Spain uses whatsapp instead of just texting on their phones.  Most phone companies charge per text message or per minute of talking, so by using apps through the internet it's a way to avoid the cost.  This makes it a bit complicated for me because my Spanish phone doesn't have internet and my phone from home only works with wifi, so I never know which number to give people.

Here's another difference, which I haven't been able to think of a way to write about until last week when I experienced it personally.  I guess that you could say that while Americans often sugarcoat things, Spanish people tend to be more honest or more blunt.  For example, last week at lunch one day, my host mom asked me if I had gained weight because apparently my cheeks looked fuller.  In the US, this sort of comment would be considered extremely rude, but a lot of my friends from IES have had similar experiences.  But Sole wasn't trying to insult me. She was just making an honest observation, and possibly even an under-handed complement about her own cooking (of which she is, justifiably, very proud).

I've been thinking recently that instead of always focusing on differences and comparisons, there are a lot of things that are similar as well.  Especially after going to Morocco and seeing a place that is so different from anywhere else I've ever been, small differences like when people eat meals and who they live with during college are minor.  I've also changed my attitude about my own personal differences.  At the beginning of the semester I was always concerned that it was super-obvious that I was a foreigner, revealed by my blond hair, slightly different clothes, vegetarianism, and reusable water bottle that comes with me everywhere.  At some point, I decided to stop caring (I also went shopping - European clothes are great!)  But I no longer hide my water bottle under the table during my UGR class.  Reusable water bottles are a trend that really needs to happen in Spain.  But more seriously, I've decided that there's no need to try to fit in all the time - I'm not from Spain and I'm different from people in Spain, but I'm proud of my own culture and I'm happy to share it with people I meet, rather than trying to hide it.  I've mentioned this before, but I also think that being in new countries (and I will be in many new countries in the next month!) is an opportunity for me to learn about new cultures and a way to share parts of my own with all of the interesting people that I meet.

Saturday, December 7, 2013

Various happenings

Palabra del día: Agobiado
Translation: Stressed out, overwhelmed
Frase: Me sentí agobiada esta semana porque tuve que escribir un ensayo de 10 páginas, preparar para exámenes y encontrar un piso para la próxima semestre.
Translation: I felt stressed out this week because I had to write a 10 page essay, prepare for exams and find an apartment for next semester.

Comida del día: Migas
This is a very traditional Spanish food that I ate for the first time half an hour ago. "Migas" literally means "crumbs," which is actually a very accurate description.  They sort of resemble cous cous and are basically little balls of flour mixed with garlic and usually some sort of sausage, though the vegetarian version I ate had green peppers.  They are commonly eaten with melon because the migas are dry so, according to my host mom, the melon prevents them from sticking to your mouth.

Foto del día: actually a video today! Two weeks ago, the band I've been playing with had a concert, so here's our version of "Persis."  It has some great horn parts - let me know what you think! This band wins the prize for being the loudest band I've ever played with, but it's always tons of fun, and despite some tuning issues I think the concert was a success.  And we already have another one coming up next weekend!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zuYU6aDtz54#t=36

The best part of the concert was that afterwards we all went out to eat, which of course lasted for 4-5 hours (typical for Spain), and after that some of us went to a bar that had salsa dancing.  This band really knows how to celebrate!

It's been a while since I've written - the end of the semester is a crazy time of year. The first half of the semester I couldn't believe how little work I had, but as it turns out, all of the work for my classes is actually due at the end of the semester - it probably would have been a good idea to start earlier!  I guess that's what next semester is for...

I've also had to spend a lot of time planning for next semester, including extending my visa, finding a place to live, and planning three weeks of travel in January.  For my visa extension, I had to travel an hour and a half to Málaga to get a form so that I can go to the police station next week to have fingerprints taken so that I can get my criminal record form from the US... you would think there would be a more efficient way to do this!  For apartment hunting, I spent two days last week going to look at three apartments, all of which seemed quite pleasant on the internet but were quite horrible in real life (choose between dark, cold and lonely and empty beer bottles everywhere). After these two frustrating days, though, my friend from band informed me that his roommate is leaving next semester, so it's very likely that I can live with them, which will be lots of fun.  For traveling in January, I have two weeks planned to go to London and Paris over Christmas and New Years, and then three more weeks that are completely open.  My friend Annie and I are tentatively thinking of going to Rome, Venice and Florence and then Prague, Budapest, Vienna and maybe Berlin.  So many exciting options!

Other various happenings:

Thanksgiving is not quite thanksgiving in Spain, but IES organized a fancy dinner in this awesome restaurant that rotates so that you can see the view from all angles.  The view wasn't that great because it was dark outside and there was no pumpkin pie in sight, but the food was still good and it was fun to be around friends on a holiday when I couldn't help but miss my family.

Hanukah was also last week, and although there were no latkes to be found I did find choco-euro Hanukah gelt in the grocery store!  I celebrated the first night of Hanukah by going to this tiny Sephardic Jewish museum where an IES professor gave a talk about what Hanukah is and various Hanukah traditions to a group of her IES students and some people who take a Hebrew class there.  Spain has so much Jewish history but hardly any Jewish culture - most people at this event had never heard of Hanukah, seen a menorah, or spun a dreidel.  I've been so focused on learning about the culture of Spain and Granada while I'm here, but I'm realizing that being in another country also gives me a chance to teach people a little bit about my own unique culture and background without them having to even leave home.

Speaking of holidays, the Spanish word for holiday is the same as the Spanish word for party (fiesta).  There are only two weekends left in my first semester in Granada, and since next weekend we will be knee-deep in exams my friends who are leaving decided that this was the weekend that we needed to do some serious Spanish-style partying.  We started last night with tapas, of course, and then went to a cowboy themed bar. At the cowboy bar we ran into an IES orientation leader who is a student at the university, and he was nice enough to show us  a fun discoteca that was playing 60s music and had far fewer tourists than some of the ones I've been to.  We landed at the discoteca at 3:45 to find it completely empty - the Spanish people showed up 15 minutes later after the bars had bars closed.  We finished out the night with churros and chocolate with three new friends we found at the discoteca from France and Germany (some of us had met one of them before, don't worry, we weren't hanging out with strangers).

I was worried about staying out all night because I'm someone who values my eight hours of sleep every night, but it was definitely worth it  - I had so much fun that I completely forgot about being tired until I finally went to sleep at 8:30 am (if you find any typos in this blog post, now you know why!)





Friday, November 22, 2013

Big Life Decisions

Palabra del día: Huelga
Translation: strike
Frase: Ayer había una huelga de educación en la universidad porque el gobierno está haciendo muchas recortes, y por eso nadie fue a clase.
Translation: Yesterday there was an education strike at the university because the government is making lots of budget cuts, and because of this nobody went to class.

Comida del día: Manzanas crujientes (Apple crisp!)
This isn't actually a Spanish food, but last weekend I taught my host mom how to make it!  It was quite a success - everyone loved it and I got to eat one of the delicious fall foods I've been missing (there aren't a lot of pumpkin or apple flavored things here).  I also gave her the recipe so that she can make it for future students that she hosts.

Doesn't it look good?  Sole said it was a "gran triunfo" (big triumph!)
Foto del día: I'll actually give you two!

The last three weeks I've gone on visits to the Alhambra with my Islamic architecture class.  In addition to getting to look at beautiful views like this one, we got to go in VIP areas that average tourists aren't allowed to go in.  Fun fact: Spanish people use the word VIP but it's pronounced "veep".
Last week I went on another IES hiking trip, this time to a region called the Alpujarra, which consists of small villages in the mountains.  It was beautiful although a bit cold, because last week was the beginning of the season of snow on the Sierra Nevada.  That means that soon instead of hiking I can try out some skiing!

Last week, I made a very big decision: I'm staying in Granada for a second semester!  It's not very often that I completely change all of my plans for the near future, so the decision sort of took me by surprise. However, I put a lot of thought into this decision and now I'm incredibly excited to be able to spend more time in this new place that I've quickly grown to love.  People keep asking me my reasons for this drastic change of plans, so I'm going to do my best to explain my thoughts here.

When I left for my semester abroad, I was terrified of being so far away from home for four months.  Although I go to school far from home, I've always been able to easily go home for vacations and the occasional weekend, so being in a different country for such a long time was a hard concept to grasp.  However, the time has been going by so quickly and I've been enjoying Granada so much that about a month ago I started thinking that four months wasn't long enough.  At first, I ignored these thoughts, for a few logical reasons: 1) Classes at WashU are of  higher quality and fit my interests better than IES or UGR classes, 2) I miss my family and friends quite a lot, and 3) I don't like changing my plans, especially when I've put so much effort into figuring out exactly which classes I will take for the rest of my time in college.

I felt ok about this decision for about a week, which was just enough time to miss the IES deadline for signing up for a second semester.  But after a week of trying to convince myself that I had made the right decision, I couldn't stop thinking about how short four months was starting to feel.  Instead of looking forward to returning to a familiar place, familiar people, a familiar daily schedule and a familiar language I was already incredibly sad about having to leave Granada behind.  I decided that I had made the wrong decision and started looking into the possibility of staying for a full year.  As it turned out, it was still very possible!  Somehow, even though I didn't decide my majors until halfway through sophomore year, there is still a 95 percent chance that I will be able to finish both of them on time even with another semester abroad (a 95 percent chance because everything has to go according to my new plan.  If it doesn't, it's ok because it will be worth it for another semester in Granada!)

The other day, I went to a grocery store that I hadn't been to before and tried to buy some apples.  The line at the cash register was very long, and when it was finally my turn the cashier asked me how much the apples weighed.  I stared at her blankly, and she stormed off to go weigh the apples herself at a weighing station next to the apples in the store.  An annoyed customer then explained to me (in accented English, easily identifying me as an American), "You have to weigh them!" Everyone else in the line just glared at me, and when the cashier returned I sheepishly apologized and left the store as quickly as possible.

Moments like these are becoming less and less frequent, but they make me realize how long it takes to adjust to life in a new country.  After eight weeks here, I felt like I had mostly adjusted to the daily schedule and could find almost everything I needed, but it took much longer to understand certain aspects of the culture and to get to know Spanish people.  I think that the more adjusted I am, the more I will be able to fully experience living here, instead of worrying about how to live here.

I have a few goals for next semester.  First of all, I'm looking forward to spending more time with my new Spanish friends.  I easily made friends with other American students in my program, but it takes longer to get to know Spanish people, especially with the language barrier and the fact that they already have established lives here.  I feel that I am just starting to form friendships with Spanish people, and I learn new things about the language and the culture every time I have a conversation with one of these friends.

I've also changed my attitude about my classes, and I'm planning to study a bit more going forward.  It was fine to take some time off to enjoy the culture of Granada, especially when I thought I was only going to be here for four months, but I'm pretty sure it's dangerous to slack off for a full year!  Although IES classes are easier than WashU classes and I haven't been thrilled with my class at the university, I've discovered that if I put in a little extra effort I can actually learn some interesting things.  And since many of my classes relate to the culture of Granada, I can often see and experience the things that I'm learning about firsthand.  My other academic reason for staying in Granada is that studying abroad for longer goes perfectly with my growing interest ethnomusicology.  I'm looking forward to taking more music classes next semester and possibly experimenting with learning some flamenco guitar!

In terms of other plans for the next semester, I'm thinking of doing an internship teaching at an elementary school, of living in an apartment with Spanish students instead of staying in my home-stay, and of starting a big band with some members of the band I've been playing in, all of which are things that will help me to become more immersed in Spanish life and culture.  I also have a long winter break and two weeks off in the spring, which means much more time to travel!

To try to sum things up, I'm sad that I won't be able to see family and friends for such a long time and to miss another semester at WashU, especially in terms of classes, music opportunities, and Orchestrating Diversity.  But the opportunity to stay in Granada another semester was just too exciting to give up!  I'm excited to see what surprises Granada has in store for me for the next six months, and to see what it's like to actually live here instead of stay here on what has until now felt like an incredibly fun, rewarding and educational extended vacation.

Sunday, November 10, 2013

Morocco

Palabra del día: lhmdullah
Translation: Thank god
In case you can't tell, this word is Arabic, not Spanish. Ahh too many languages! I would love to use it in a sentence but I don't actually know enough Arabic to do that.  I do know that people in Morocco use this word all the time and it can solve all sorts of tricky situations.  It came in handy when trying to get rid of ridiculously persistent beggars and when refusing third servings of delicious homemade Moroccan food from the family I stayed with.

Comida del día: tea
People in Morocco drink tea constantly, with and in between every meal.  I usually don't like sweetened tea, but this tea was so overly sweet and the fresh mint leaves were so good that it tasted more like a dessert.  I liked it so much that I asked my Moroccan host mom to teach me how to make it!  The lesson was a bit confusing because she only spoke French and Arabic and I don't speak either of those languages, but I think I got the general idea.

      

Recipe:
First make normal tea by boiling water and adding loose leaf black or green tea.  Add a giant block of sugar (she probably added 2/3 cup of sugar for 2 servings of tea!).  Bring the tea to a boil again to melt the sugar.  Wash a big handful of fresh mint leaves four times, then squeeze the leaves in your hands to get the flavor out.  Add them to the tea.  Pour out a cup of tea, then pour it back into the pot.  Repeat (I have no idea what the purpose of this step is).  Enjoy!


Foto del día: 
Beautiful view of the rural village that we visited in the mountains
There were so many times during my five days in Morocco when I felt the need to pinch myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming.  Some of these moments included riding a ferry to Africa, bathing in the public baths, listening to the call to prayer, sleeping and eating in a Moroccan home, stopping on the side of the road during a long car ride to ride a camel, and eating lunch and having a discussion with a Moroccan family  in a rural village. IES organized the trip through a touring program that enables American students to fully experience the culture of Morocco rather than just the tourist attractions.  I felt incredibly lucky to meet so many hospitable people and learn about a country that is so different from anywhere I've ever been.  The trip was too long for me to write about everything we did, but I will try to give some of the highlights and discuss some issues that I learned about that are present in Moroccan society.

Trip highlights:

Gibraltar: We stopped in Gibraltar for an afternoon before crossing the ocean to Africa. Gibraltar is actually British colony on the southern tip of Spain.  We had a picnic on the beach and then took a tour of Gibraltar's famous rock and hung out with the crazy monkeys.  Thankfully I avoided having one land on my head but some of my friends weren't so lucky. Although the monkeys were cute, Gibraltar felt incredibly touristy to me and I was bored after a few hours.  I was also confused by the bizarre mix of cultures: I didn't know if I should be speaking Spanish or English (with a British accent), and all of the prices at the numerous British pubs were listed in pounds instead of euros.

Homestay: One of the coolest parts of the trip was staying with a Moroccan family in Rabat.  The family I stayed with was a mother and her 21 year old daughter, and apparently the father lived there too but I never met him (my tour guide told me that in traditional Moroccan families the men sometimes don't eat with the women, so that could have been why).  The daughter spoke some English so we could communicate pretty well with her, but the mother didn't speak any and the daughter wasn't good about translating.  One morning for breakfast, the daughter wasn't there, but my friend Claire and I still managed to have something close to a real conversation through gestures and the occasional French or Spanish word.  I was surprised by how much we could communicate without a common language! Moroccan families use the space in their houses very differently.  All of the rooms are lined with soft benches (basically couches) that are used for sitting, eating or sleeping.  The night we got there they handed Claire and I blankets and pillows and pointed to a room that had some unoccupied benches which then became our bedroom.  We ate most of our meals in one room but we ate breakfast one morning in a different room...food is transported on trays to wherever is most convenient to eat.  There were enough rooms in the house to designate a living room and a dining room, but it seemed like a room was just a room and could be used for any purpose.  I was slightly worried about the bathrooms before going to Morocco because we were told that many of the houses have holes instead of toilets.  As it turned out, my homestay had a toilet so there was nothing to worry about.  I did try one of the "Turkish toilets" at a cafe though, and it was surprisingly easy to use!

Food: The other benefit to the homestay was the chance to try authentic Moroccan food.  Moroccan people usually eat with their hands by scooping up food with pieces of flat bread (they actually only eat with their right hand because traditionally the left hand was used instead of toilet paper...)  A common food is called tagine, which is actually the word for the ceramic dish that the food is cooked in.  The dish is placed in the center of the table and then people scoop up the food in front of them directly from the serving dish (although in my homestay they provided us with plates and forks, probably because they correctly assumed we would struggle to eat with our hands).  Other delicious foods I tried were couscous with vegetables, Moroccan soup with rice, lentils and chickpeas, and Moroccan pancakes for breakfast, which were kind of like crepes without any filling.

Hammam: Hammam is the Arabic word for public baths, and going to the public baths was definitely an eye opening experience and like nothing I have ever experienced.  Public baths are an ancient tradition in Arabic culture that are still used in many countries today.  People go to the baths about once a week, and it's seen as a way to socialize and relax as well as to get clean.  It also serves the religious purpose of cleaning oneself before praying.  Most people go to the baths once a week.  Some people shower throughout the week but the Hammam is supposed to be such a thorough cleaning that you only need it once a week.  Hammams are completely normal to people in Morocco, but 12 American girls attempting to use one must have been quite a sight for the people who were there going about their business.  It is basically a giant steamy room.  Everyone has a bucket of hot water, soap (you can bring your own shampoo), a stool to sit on, and a mitten/ loofa.  You first use the soap, then you use the loofa to scrub off dead skin.  People sit there and scrub for half an hour or more, and they also scrub each other!  Some people in my group loved the hammam and were thrilled about how smooth their skin felt afterwards.  I did enjoy having smooth skin, but I had mixed feelings about everyone's dirty water splashing all over me...I think I prefer bathing in private, but I am definitely glad that I had the opportunity to experience such a unique part of Moroccan culture.

Countryside visit: Another eye-opening experience was the meal we shared in the house of a family in a rural mountain village.  We had a translator who helped us talk to the family, and we basically asked them anything and everything about their lifestyle.  They also made us delicious couscous and showed us the beautiful views in their village.  The family consisted of a husband and wife who live with the husband's mother.  The wife is from another village nearby.  They have three adorable kids and some animals (goats, cats, and maybe a donkey?)  We talked about education a lot: each of the women had had one year of education, and the father had 5.  They did say that they would like their kids to stay in school for as long as possible.  Someone also asked if they would ever like to move to a city, but they responded that they were happy with their lives in the village.  They said that they wished their was a hospital nearby, but they were better off than some villages because they have a school.  Another interesting part of the discussion was when we were talking about marriage, and they asked if any of us were married.  Since the typical age of marriage there is 18, they must have been surprised that none of us were, while in the meantime it was strange to us that they get married so young!  It's always nice to be reminded that cultural differences go both ways, and I enjoyed getting a glimpse of a much simpler way of living in such a beautiful place.

Bargaining: The last day of our trip we went to Chefchauen and did some bargaining for souvenirs at the touristy shops.  I've never bargained before and it was actually a lot of fun!  The downside is that I'm not very good at bargaining and I definitely got ripped off.

Discussions: Our touring program put a big emphasis on meeting Moroccan people, and I learned so much from talking to people from all walks of life.  In addition to the homestay and the countryside visit, we had a discussions with students at a women's center in Tanger and university students in Rabat.  Some issues that came up include:

  • Immigration: What for me was an easy 45 minute ferry ride from Europe to Africa is not such an easy journey for many people. I had always considered illegal immigration to be an issue unique to the United States, so I've been somewhat surprised this semester to learn that many of the same issues that come up with illegal immigrants from Cuba or Mexico are present here in terms of people immigrating from Africa to Europe.  People try to immigrate illegally on boats that don't always make it across the ocean.  If they do make it across, immigration officials will often catch them and send them right back to Morocco.  This is a contentious issue because oftentimes these people are immigrants from sub-saharan Africa and are seeking asylum in Europe, which means that Europe has an obligation to accept them but doesn't necessarily comply with this obligation. On the way home from Morocco we actually entered Spain on land, since Spain actually owns a small city in Africa called Ceuta.  The border was filled with people buying things in Morocco and bringing them back to Spain and vice versa, as well as tons of security making sure that no one slipped through.
  • Religion: Within a few hours of being in Morocco, we heard the Islamic call to prayer, which is projected five times a day from the mosques.  Religion was definitely evident in Morocco in people's daily lives, clothing, homes and in the government. 
  • Freedom: An interesting point in the discussion was that the students said that they felt like they had freedom of speech and could express what they want to, as long as they don't insult the king. After the discussion, our tour guide told us her own opinion on the subject (she is an American who did peace core in Morocco after college and has now lived there for four years).  She told us a story about a couple who was arrested last week for kissing in public.  A group of students decided to protest their arrest and staged an event where they all formed pairs and starting making out.  The police immediately broke up the protest and arrested some of the students.  Our tour guide said that the students could have been sugarcoating what they were telling us a bit, possibly because of pride in their country or as a way to counteract some of the negative stereotypes that many Americans are said to have about Moroccan people or Islamic countries.
  • Women: All of the students we talked to said that things have been improving for women in Morocco.  More women study at universities than men (although it is still harder for women to get jobs).  Recently a law was passed that allows women to file for divorce.  Gender differences are definitely still evident though.  Free time is spent in separate locations, with men in cafes and women in homes, and women are still expected to dress conservatively, although traditional religious clothing is not required (and not all that common either, except in the big cities). 

I could go on, but for a change I actually have some homework I should probably do, so instead I'll leave you with this classic tourist  photo of me on a camel.  

Thursday, October 31, 2013

The many magical fountains of Barcelona

Palabra del día: Es la leche (Ok, it's actually another Frase del Dia but close enough)
Literal translation: It's the milk
Actual translation: It's the shit
Frase: No he visto nada como la Sagrada Familia.  Es la leche!
Translation: I haven't seen anything like the Sagrada Familia.  It's the shit!

Comida del día: Pincho (or in Catalan, Pintxos)
This is a form of tapas unique to Barcelona.  Pincho literally means stick or toothpick.  In this type of restaurant, there are platters of different appetizer-sized foods and you help yourself to whatever looks good.  Each portion has a toothpick in it, so when it is time to pay they count your toothpicks and you pay a certain amount per toothpick (usually between 1 and 2 euros).  I went to a great pintxo bar in Barcelona called Euskal Extea where I ate some delicious tortilla Española, bread topped with brie and tomatoes, and bread topped with some sort of fish, though I'm still not quite sure what it was. It was lots of fun to try some new foods!

Foto del día: Las Cahorras

This is from a hike I went on two weekends ago with IES to a place called Las Cahorras, which is a popular day trip for people from Granada for picnicking, hiking, rock climbing, beautiful views, and this slightly scary, never-ending hanging bridge. 

Ok, so now to tell you a bit more about last weekend's very fun trip to Barcelona!  I went with four friends Thursday through Sunday, though we packed a lot into a few days.  Barcelona almost felt like a different country from Granada.  Barcelona is in the Catalunya region of Spain, where the official language is Catalan and not Spanish.  People do speak Spanish, but for most restaurant menus and museum descriptions the first language is Catalan, the second is Spanish, and sometimes there is a third in English.  There is a lot of controversy in Spain right now because there is talk of Catalunya receding from Spain to become an independent country.  This is partly due to the economic crisis and the fact that Catalunya is the most economically successful region of Spain.  There a lot of Catalan cultural pride, especially since the language and culture were repressed under the Franco regime.  There is also recent controversy about the language taught in schools.  Right now the primary language is Catalan, but there is a movement to make the schools trilingual between Catalan, Spanish and English, though there is local opposition by people who want to preserve their Catalan culture.

In any case, the unique language and culture made it a bit difficult to practice my Spanish while I was there, although we did have a great conversation the first night with our cab driver from the airport.  He didn't speak much English so he was very happy that we could speak Spanish.  We also found out that he's from Morocco, and when we told him we were going there he started teaching us some Arabic and put on a soundtrack of some great traditional Moroccan music.  It was by far the best cab ride of my life and an excellent start to our trip.

Here are some other highlights:

Day 1: We wandered around the Gothic neighborhood and toured the cathedral where I saw this duck:


Or is it a llama?  If you don't know what I'm talking about you should download the llama or duck iphone app immediately.

Then we walked up and down Las Ramblas and drank from this fountain, which is supposed to ensure a return trip to Barcelona:


For lunch we ate at the Bocería market, which is definitely the best market I have ever been to.  I decided to go to a few different stations, so my lunch consisted of a spinach empanada, gazpacho, fresh raspberries, fruit salad with kiwi, figs, mango and papaya, and a chocolate banana smoothie.  So much good food!



In the afternoon we went to the Picasso museum.  There was a great exhibit about Las Meninas, a Velazquez painting that I saw in Madrid that Picasso adapted.  It was a really neat way to see the evolution of Spanish art!

Velazquez Las Meninas: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Las_Meninas_(1656),_by_Velazquez.jpg

Picasso Las Meninas: http://ca.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fitxer:PabloPicasso_Meninas.jpg

In the evening we explored the El Born neighborhood around the Picasso museum, a very cute neighborhood with boutiques, cafes, little tapas bars, and not too many tourists.  I love tiny cafes so it was my favorite neighborhood that we visited.  That night we also tried out the Barcelona nightlife and went to a discoteca that the hostel paid for us to get into.  It was full of tourists and had terrible music, but it was right on the beach so we left and went for a very pleasant late night stroll.

Day 2: This was Gaudí day!  We started at the Sagrada Familia, his famous cathedral that's still a work in progress.  Thankfully we planned enough in advance and bought tickets ahead of time, because the line outside was a mile long and we got to skip the whole thing.  The building is absolutely amazing and unlike anything I've ever seen before.  My pictures don't do it justice, but I loved the nature/ forrest theme and the stained glass.  In the afternoon we walked by two apartment buildings that Gaudí designed and then we went to his park, Parque Guell, which had some really neat benches, a lizard, and two little houses, as well as the house that Gaudí lived in which was converted to a museum.
An attempt to capture the Sagrada Familia in a single photograph
In the evening we went to the Magic Fountains.  They light up every evening with colored lights illuminating tons of water, and the Spanish Disney music added to the truly magical atmosphere.
In front of the magic fountains, right before the wind blew towards us and we got a little bit wet!
Day 3: After two busy days of sightseeing, we had a very chill day walking through Parque Ciutadella and ending at the Barceloneta beach.  We also happened upon some street performers making human towers (literally 3-4 people balancing on top of each other) and the sardana circle dances outside of the Cathedral, which are apparently a Barcelona Sunday midday tradition.
A Gaudí designed fountain in Parque Ciutadella
I loved Barcelona for it's unique culture and it's distinct neighborhoods, and of course the beach didn't hurt either.  Thankfully I drank from the fountain, so I know that I will be back!  It was nice to come home to Granada for a few days, and tomorrow I'm leaving again for a 5 day adventure to Morocco.  I will be sure to let you know all about it when I return!

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Six week anniversary

Palabra del día: No pasa nada
Translation: No worries, doesn't matter, etc.
Spilled food? Forgot homework? Asked someone to repeat a sentence 6 times? No pasa nada.

Comida del día: Tarta de chocolate from Los Italianos

 This wonderful dessert that I'm enjoying with my friend Annie is four amazing ice cream flavors formed into the shape of a slice of cake, and then placed into an ice cream cone. The flavors include chocolate chip, something with nuts, a mysterious beige flavor, and the best chocolate gelato in the world. It's from Los Italianos, which is the most famous gelato shop in Granada.  When Michelle Obama visisted Granada for a day, her two stops were the Alhambra and Los Italianos.  This photo is actually more of a memorial because the store closed for the winter last Saturday.  I guess they don't need the winter business so they decided to take some time off, but it makes me very very sad that I won't be able to enjoy this delicious treat again.

Foto del día:
This is the family of stray cats that lives outside my apartment building.  I'm actually not completely sure they're strays, because in this photo they are enjoying cat food that someone left on their doorstep.  What I am sure about is that whenever I come home late at night they always jump through the fence and make me jump a mile.


Granada and I are celebrating our six week anniversary today.  It was love at first sight.    On our one week anniversary, I made a list of some of the cultural differences I've noticed.  To give you a recap, it included:
  • Lunch at 2:30 and siesta in the middle of the work day
  • Army showers
  • Walking everywhere
  • People staying out all night, every night
  • No bare feet
  • Kids living with parents for much longer
After living together for six weeks I've discovered more of this city's hidden characteristics and secret habits, so I've decided it's time for a revised and expanded list of various aspects of life that I've been trying hard to adapt to.

1. One of the hardest things for me to get used to is greeting people with a kiss on each cheek instead of a handshake.  It's really hard to kiss someone that you literally met 5 seconds before!  But that is the custom for greetings here, whether you're old friends with someone or you just met them.  The only exception is if two men are greeting each other, in which case they use a handshake.  Unfortunately, that situation never applies to me.

2. Related to this, people here have a very different concept of personal space.  We all have that friend who's a "close talker," and who keeps inching up on you even when you try to take tiny steps backwards...in Spain, every friend is that friend.
This also applies in crowds of people.   If there is a crowded sidewalk, no one moves to let you pass because they expect that you will just push past them.  I find myself in this situation a lot because people here walk unusually slowly and the sidewalks are about one foot wide.  I usually decide that I would rather slow down and adjust to the Spanish pace of life rather than having to touch strangers.

4. On a similar note, waiting in lines is also something that never happens here.  In situations where Americans form neat and organized lines, Spanish people push there way to the front.  This works out really well for them because they end up ahead of all of the timid Americans who are unsuccessfully attempting to form a line.

5. Cafes are for drinking coffee.  Sidewalks are for walking.  To go cups are for tourists.

6. The rumors that Europeans are better dressed than Americans are absolutely true.  No one wears yoga pants and running sneakers to class, to run errands, or anywhere except the gym.  No one wears hooded sweatshirts except for international students flaunting their brand new University of Granada swag.  My host mom does my laundry, and returns all of my clothes flawlessly ironed.  Even my socks and underwear!

7. The street is everyone's living room.  When people hang out with friends at night, they are more likely to do it outside.  My host mom will have friends over occasionally, but usually this is for special occasions or scheduled dinners.  People are very social, but socializing happens in public instead of in people's houses.  Possibly as a result of this, public space is used for things that I previously considered private activities.  For example, PDA is rampant.  And unfortunately, streets sometimes double as bathrooms.  I've witnessed a child whose mother was letting him pee on the street. Dogs do it, so why shouldn't children?

Another example of this is such a strange story that I can't help but share it (this is definitely not normal, in Spain or anywhere in the world!). I was sitting in a park doing homework when I looked up and saw a man taking a crap.  In a public park.  No one else witnessed this event so I'm starting to doubt it actually happened, but I don't think I'm capable of making up a story that disgusting!

8. I've noticed a lot of differences between university life here and in the US.  First of all, exams work very differently.  In many classes, the final exam is 100 percent of your grade.  Exams happen one month after classes end (basically "reading month" instead of "reading week") but then the next semester's classes start immediately after exams, so there's no such thing as summer vacation.  There also seems to be less work and less reading.  In my last ancient music history class, I took tons of notes about Aristotle's Politics, but we aren't expected to read the book.  This ends up being a lot less work than my classes at WashU where I always have tons of reading, but I have mixed feelings about accepting what the professor says without doing much thinking for myself.  The amount of reading does depend on the course, but I've talked to a few friends whose classes work similarly.

Also, the school system in general functions differently.  At the end of high school, everyone takes a test, and your score on that test determines your choices for what to major in.  The major, or carrera, always leads directly into a career.  This means that students here have to decide their profession much earlier than students in the US and that universities are much more career-focused. 

College social life is also different.  Students here go to the university for classes and classes only.  There are hardly any clubs or sports teams associated directly with universities, though it seems that students become good friends with the other students in their carrera.  Although some students live in dorms, many live in apartments.  Additionally, many students go to college close to home, and in this case they always live with their parents (and save a lot of money).  There are plenty of opportunities to play sports, take dance classes, socialize, etc., but these activities are not exclusively for university students.  I think because of this students become more involved with the city as a whole rather than just with their university. 

9. I mentioned in my one-week list that people socialize all the time.  That's true, but a common misconception is that it's normal to go out with friends all night, every night.  I can see where this comes from because there are people out every single night.  There may be people who do that, but from talking to Spanish students I've learned that most people go out on Friday and Saturday night.  One of these nights but definitely not both, people might go to a discoteca until 6 am.  On nights when they don't go to a discoteca, people go out for tapas, to bars, or to parties at friends houses.  It is a more social and later-night culture than the US, but not to the extent that it seems like at first.

10. The drinking culture is also different.  People here drink all the time, but hardly every get as drunk as many college students do on weekend nights.  The culture here is to go to a tapas bar, sit there for a few hours, and have a few drinks that always come with food.  Socializing is more important than drinking.  The drinking age is 18 but no one really cares, and most people start drinking with their families before they drink with their friends.

11. Something I've struggled with a bit is the fact that the university here doesn't have an orchestra or opportunities to play music.  I've realized that this is because people tend to pursue music as a hobby much less frequently than people in the US.  Except for the guitar.  Everyone seems to play the guitar here and most people are really good at it!  It was extremely hard for me to find a place to practice piano because unlike WashU, UGR doesn't have a music building with practice rooms open to students.  My friend wanted to rent a cello and discovered that there is only one music store in all of Granada where you can do that.  To pursue music as a career, most people decide before high school and then go to a specialized music school that feeds into a conservatory. It is possible to study music history in college, but this degree doesn't involve any music performance.  There also don't seem to be any community orchestras, though community bands like the one that I play in are very common in the small towns outside of the city because they play in religious processionals.  Since there are no bands associated with schools, many young students and anyone who decides to keep playing as a hobby will join one of these bands.

Those are some of the most significant cultural differences I've noticed in the last six weeks.  Although at times it's hard to adjust and frustrating to make a fool of myself by saying the wrong thing or acting the wrong way, I've enjoyed the challenge of adapting to another culture and learning about different customs.  I wonder what this list will look like at our twelve week anniversary?



Thursday, October 10, 2013

Pomegranates and processionals

Palabra del día: trompa
Translation: french horn
Frase: Aprendí en domingo que es muy dificil andar y tocar la trompa al mismo tiempo.
Translation: I learned yesterday that it's very difficult to walk and play the french horn at the same time.

Comida del día: Granada
Apparently Granada is not only a city, but is also the Spanish word for pomegranate!  No one seems to know if the city was named after the fruit, if the fruit was named after the city, or if the the two names are unrelated.  Whatever the case may be, this week was the start of pomegranate season and I keep seeing pomegranate trees around the city full of fruit that is begging to be picked.  Yesterday we had a salad with pomegranate seeds in it - it's definitely worth a try!

Foto del día:
This is the giant statue of a naked woman in Armilla (sorry, it's sideways!)  It's the landmark that tells me to get off the bus when I get to band practice.
There have been times over the last month when I have started to forget that I'm in Spain, and then something happens that destroys all doubt that I could be living anywhere else.  Last Sunday night was one of those moments.  It was also the first time in my life that I wished I had been forced to play in a high school marching band.

Last Sunday I had the unique opportunity of playing in a religious processional with the band that I joined.  The procession was for the patron saint of the town of Armilla, which is where the band is located.  Religious processionals are quite common here, especially during Semana Santa (the week of Easter).  Each town or city also has a patron saint, so there are processionals throughout the year in various places.  In a religious processional, an ornately decorated statue of the Virgin is taken from a church and marched around the town, trailed by burning incense and a band playing traditional Spanish marches.

If I had played in high school marching band, walking while playing would have been easy.  But I didn't.  And as I've learned from flamenco class, I'm also not a very coordinated person, so walking and playing at the same time was extremely difficult for me.  In addition, I hadn't rehearsed most of the music and had trouble reading it, especially once it got dark.  However, all of the other people in my band, who were pros at walking and playing and even had some of the marches memorized, assured me that the first procession was always difficult and said that I didn't need to play if it was too hard.  So I spent about half the time playing and half the time pretending to play while trying to wrap my head around the fact that this experience was actually my real life.  The best part of the evening was that a big group of people from the band, plus two of my friends from IES who came to watch, went out for tapas afterwards.  Everyone was really friendly and I even managed to make a few jokes in Spanish. It's nice to finally get to know some Spanish people!

Some other highlights of this week:
  • IES organized a cooking class for us!  It turned out to be more of a demonstration, so I didn't actually learn how to cook.  But I got to watch the chef make lots of delicious food, and then eat it, of course. The menu included salmorejo (an andalusían soup similar to gazpacho), tortilla Española, paella, and a custardy dessert sort of like crem brule called natillas.
  • I went on a beautiful hike last weekend to a park above the Alhambra (see photo below!).
  • I finally have access to the website for my course at the University of Granada.
View of the Alhambra from my hike last Saturday

And a few lowlights (because life here is almost perfect but not quite):
  •  It took me an hour and a half to get from my university class to band rehearsal on two different buses on Monday.  The good news is that from now on a band member's mom who works at the university will be able to drive me!
  • I didn't get access to the readings for my university class until the day before an essay was due, so I had to do it all in one day
  • When I tried to go to my new favorite internet cafe/ vegetarian tapas bar to do said essay, it was closed because the owners are on "personal vacation" this week.  Does that sort of thing ever happen in the US?  People here really know how to relax!
And to wrap things up, another Lorca quote for you to chew on:
Un muerte en España está más vivo como muerto que en ningún sitio del mundo.

Translation attempt: A death in Spain is more alive than in any other part of the world.

Tuesday, October 1, 2013

I went to Madrid!

Palabra del día: altavoz
Translation: speaker
Frase: La semana pasada alguien instaló un altavoz en el techo del baño y escuché a la música pop cuando me duchaba.
Translation: Last week someone installed a speaker in the bathroom ceiling and I listened to pop music while I showered. (True story, though I haven't heard music in there since then).

Comida del día: Torta del virgen

 Last week there were a lot of religious processionals in honor of the virgen, and there is a special food to celebrate as well.  It's basically sweet bread with some sort o filling, and it comes in many flavors.  I got one from the delicious bakery next door, which sells giant pastries for very cheap and smells like freshly baked bread all day, every day.  The flavor I chose was called "cabello de angel," which means angel hair.  I thought this choice was a bit risky but thankfully it tasted like orange marmelade.  I'm wondering how angels have any hair left on their head if their hair tastes that good!

Foto del día: 
Here I am in front of the Palacio Real, which was our first stop in Madrid this weekend.  The palace was gigantic with ornate decorations in each of its 25 rooms.
 Traveling from Granada to Madrid last weekend reminded me in some ways of a trip from Boston to New York.  Madrid is huge, crowded, expensive, has a wide variety of diverse neighborhoods and restaurants, has tons of tourists, and is great for shopping.  Its modern buildings don't reach as high as New York's skyscrapers, but they were still a shock after living with Granada's small hillside houses for the past few weeks. And though Granada is smaller than Boston, they are both more livable and student-friendly compared to their larger counterparts.

I went on this trip with 5 friends from the program, which was convenient because we got a room in a hostel all to ourselves.  About an hour after arriving in Madrid, we agreed that we were glad we chose Granada as a place to study abroad.  It wasn't that we didn't like Madrid; it's just that Madrid seemed like a great city for visiting, rather than for living.  We were also upset that we had to pay so much money for food, instead of getting free tapas with our drinks like we are used to in Granada.  After making these comparisons, we decided to stop comparing and start enjoying everything the city had to offer, and we definitely made the most of our 2.5 days there.  Here are some highlights:

1. Food: Of course I have to talk about the food.  Madrid was great because it had more options.  I had been getting a bit sick of spanish food (there's only so much tortilla one can eat!) so I was happy that we got to eat at an Indian restaurant and a Mexican restaurant.  We also stopped at a Starbucks, where I got iced tea and a chocolate chip cookie - two foods that don't seem to exist in Spain!  We were shocked at the prices though.  If you thought Starbucks was overpriced in the US, don't try it in Spain.  In terms of real Spanish food, we ate at a delicious Tapas restaurant called Lateral that had plenty of vegetarian options.  Thanks for the recommendation, Amy!

2. Museums: On Saturday we went to the Prado, a giant museum with lots of traditional Spanish art.  It was very impressive, but after about an hour everything started to look the same to me...I really enjoyed the Reina Sofia modern art museum, which we went to the next day.  It had big glass elevators, lots of works by Picasso and Dali, and a really neat exhibit about a film artist that included a recreation of his studio and contained all of his old film equipment.

3. Retiro Park: This was a beautiful and very large city park near the museums, which was originally built for the kind and queen. We rented rowboats and had lots of fun paddling around.

4. Shopping: On Saturday, we went vintage shopping in an area called Malasaña.  This cute cafe, which we stopped at one morning for what I like to call "second breakfast," is also located there:



We also went to El Rastro flea market, which is the (only) thing to do on Sunday mornings in Madrid.  It was probably 20 blocks long, and full of great bargains!  I think bought a few more things than I should have, but I did get some good souveniers, including a scarf, earrings, a skirt, and a flamenco guitar CD.

5. Nightlife: on Friday night we decided to check out a giant discoteca called El Kapitan.  We got there around 1:30 am, and when I left at 3:30 there were still people pouring in.  It's pretty normal to stay at a discoteca until 6 am, and most don't close until 8.  The club had four different floors and was still jam packed, but it was definitely fun to experience Spanish nightlife in a big city.

I thoroughly enjoyed the sites and variety that Madrid had to offer, but by Sunday night I was  ready to go back to Granada, get some sleep, and return to the land of free tapas and beautiful landscapes.

Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Cliffs, Coasts and Classes

Palabra del día: Todo el mundo
Translation: The whole world (however, it is commonly used to mean "everyone")
Frase: ¿Todo el mundo va a la discoteca Camborio este jueves?
Translation: Is everyone going to the club Camborio this Thursday?

Comida del día: Croquetas
These are basically the Spanish equivalent of mozzarella sticks.  They are made of mashed potatoes mixed with cheese and either ham or spinach, and then deep fried so they are crispy on the outside and mushy on the inside.  They are commonly found at tapas restaurants, and Sole also makes the spinach variety in her mini frying machine as a side dish for lunch.

Foto del día:
This is just one of the gorgeous views from our 10 mile hike at Cabo de Gata last Saturday. The hike was along the coast up and down cliffs the whole way.  It wasn't easy, either!  At one point I was slightly worried that I was going to fall off the edge... then we hiked all the way down and had to climb over underwater rocks while trying not to slip or cut our feet.  However, we were on the coast the whole time so we got to enjoy the landscapes for the whole time, and we stopped at two secluded beaches for mid-hike swims in the Mediterranean.  It was an excellent day and definitely worth the 2.5 hour bus ride.
I haven't posted in while because things are starting to get busy here.  I'm in my second week of classes and I actually have homework for the first time in months! Not a lot of homework, but enough that I can't get away with going out for tapas every single night anymore.  My courses are very much Granada themed, which I think will make for a fun semester.  Four of them are at the IES center and one is at the University of Granada. My classes include:

-Islamic Art and Architecture: Once a week we go on a field trip somewhere in Granada to look at buildings and structures and to and learn about the history of those places.  I think it will be a good way to learn about the city I'm living in.

-Flamenco: Yes, I'm learning to dance!  It's been a bit hard for me to move my hands and feet at the same time, but I'm improving quickly.  I love the rhythms and the music, plus I got to buy these awesome black heels with metal on the bottom.  They make lots of noise!

-Spanish: All of my classes are in Spanish, but this one has been somewhat useful in improving my grammar and expanding my vocabulary. Nothing too exciting.

-Early music history course at the University of Granada: I had this class for the first time yesterday.  The bus ride was a bit of an adventure: I missed my stop, got off three stops later, crossed the street and took the other bus back until the friendly driver told me to get off.  Good thing I left early!  UGR is a HUGE university, with 80,000 students, (including 10,000 international students.)    I was hoping I would be able to meet some of these students in class, though when I got there everyone seemed to already know each other and didn't seem interested in meeting anyone new.  Hopefully this will improve over time.  The good news is that I could understand most of what the professor was saying, even though she talked VERY quietly.  She said at the beginning of the class that she is old so she can't talk loudly, so I think I'll make a point to sit in the first or second row in the future. I also liked being in a campus environment for the first time since I've been here, though it made me miss WashU! 

-Literature class about Lorca: Lorca is a poet and playwright from Granada and his work is very much centered around Granada.

Quote from my reading today of Lorca discussing Granada: "Las horas allí son más largas y    sabrosas que en ninguna otra cuidad de España."
Translation attempt: "The hours there are longer and more pleasurable than in any other city in Spain."

I think I would have to agree.