tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42447898318311916492023-11-16T07:52:25.939-08:00Journey of La PequeñitaElisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01157172657249582225noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244789831831191649.post-23007408328158565252011-07-04T17:40:00.000-07:002011-07-04T17:40:40.047-07:00The last dayToday was the fourth of July. Tomorrow is my last day in Burgos. I'll leave Burgos at 10 p.m. and get to Madrid at 1:30 a.m. Wednesday morning, spend the night in the airport, and fly out at 7 a.m. It's going to be a very long trip.<br />
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Meanwhile, here I am. It is 2 a.m. in Burgos and I just got back from saying goodbye to my good friend Yana. My scrapbook is half-finished. My suitcase is 4 pounds over the airline's limit. My life is chaos.<br />
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Today I went to Covarrubias, Santo Domingo de Silos, and Hacinas with María's sister, Eva. They were all cute little towns and they kind of reminded me of home. Hacinas was my favorite--it is the least touristy and the most untouched of all of them. Very calm.<br />
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They had a good-bye supper for me at María's mom's house tonight. They are all coming to the bus station to see me off tomorrow, but it was still so sad today. They have been good to me and I will miss them so much.<br />
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Tomorrow I am going to get up, make cookies, somehow take four pounds of stuff out of my suitcase, run some errands, say good-bye to Henar, her family, and my Burgos friends, and try to enjoy Burgos before I leave.<br />
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With all of this craziness, I am left thinking: Life is chaos, but isn't it beautiful?Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01157172657249582225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244789831831191649.post-46505568912175102502011-07-01T13:48:00.000-07:002011-07-01T13:48:31.652-07:00Ten months of Burgos<div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">So, I have happy news & sad news. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The happy news: I will be home in five days! </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The sad news: I will be home in five days.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">Spain has become like a second home to me, especially in these past few months. This place holds its own place in my heart and it will be very hard to leave it. On the other hand, North Dakota is my home too and I can't wait to see the empty prairies and my family and friends.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">The past few days I have been on vacation in Ajo, Spain, with María, Antonio, and the kids. It is nice to spend time with them, and I am so happy to be at the ocean once again. I am in the process of making a scrapbook of my life with them to give them when I go.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in;">I am not going to pretend that I think the transition home will be easy. When I came to Spain, I expected everything to be very different than what I was used to—I expected to struggle, to be homesick, and to hate this place. Then I got here and none of that really happened. Somehow I adjusted well and didn't go through much culture shock. And somehow, going home seems a lot tougher than leaving it was. Granted, I am not terrified like I was before I came here, but when I left North Dakota I knew I would return. I am leaving this country not knowing when--or if—I will ever come back. I am leaving a language and a family and a second home, all of which I really love. I am scared that I will forget my Spanish and that I will never come back to see this place where I have grown so much. But that's life, right? All you can do is keep on pushing forward.</div><div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in;">We'll get home from Ajo on Saturday night. Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday I will spend packing up my life and belongings and saying goodbye to all the important people here. Wednesday I will be on a plane back to the United States. When I get on that plane I'll leave behind ten months of my life. Ten months of growth and joy and pain and homesickness. Ten months of Burgos.</div>Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01157172657249582225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244789831831191649.post-33139133100694813882011-05-28T04:08:00.000-07:002011-05-28T04:14:53.165-07:00Tortilla de patata<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Spain is roughly the same size as North Dakota and South Dakota put together. For a country that small, it would seem logical that there would be little to no variation between its regions. Talking to any Spaniard will refute that idea. Each region of Spain has its own culture, its own traditional foods, and even its own dialect or completely different language. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Spanish is the official language of Spain but in the Basque region to the north they speak Euskera, in the west they speak Gallego, in the east they speak Catalán, and so on. Of course, almost everyone speaks Spanish, but even that gets tricky. There are so many regional dialects that it gets a little crazy. I'll be heading to Andalusia, in the south of Spain, in a few weeks, and all my friends say I won't understand a thing, despite having spent nine months in Spain.</span></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">There are a lot of differences between regions here, but there are a couple things that hold them all together: soccer and the tortilla de patata (potato omelette or Spanish omelette).</span></div></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Soccer is popular on an international level--I think the United States is one of the only countries where it's not wildly successful. Almost all Spaniards love soccer. The two richest soccer clubs (teams) in Spain are the Real Madrid and FC Barcelona teams. They play against each other twice a year in the "Classic" and it's a big deal. Since I'm not into soccer I can't tell you much else.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I can tell you more about the tortilla de patata, however. It looks like this:</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">T<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">he most basic tortilla de patata is made of eggs, potatoes and onions. The potatoes are cut into small pieces and fried in olive oil until soft. The excess oil is drained off and the potatoes are mixed with beaten eggs (usually it's an almost equal egg to potato ratio) and chopped, fried onions. Once the ingredients are mixed together they are cooked in a smallish (I think) frying pan on medium heat. The trickiest part is flipping the omelette over halfway through the cooking process. Once cooked it can be served immediately or eaten cold.</span></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span> </span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Tortilla de patata is eaten all over Spain. I don't even think there are regional variations. Most people eat their plain, but I eat mine with ketchup. I think Antonio and María secretly think I'm ruining the tortilla de patata, but they don't say anything.</span></span></div></span></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">One of my goals before I leave is to learn to make this delicious staple of Spanish life.</span></span></div><div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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</div></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;">On Saturday, the 16th I went to Bilbao with my friend, Yana, who is from California. After the two-hour bus ride we walked along the river in the sunshine to our destination: the Guggenheim Museum. The Guggenheim was amazing, with sculptures and statues outside and really interesting contemporary art inside. Apart from being a really cool museum, the Guggenheim is worth seeing just for its architecture. The building's architect designed it so it would evoke the image of a boat, and he designed the curves to seem random. After the Guggenheim we took the tram to the old part of town (el Casco Viejo), had lunch, and wandered around a bit.</div></div><div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Guggenheim Museum!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sculpture outside the Guggenheim</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Puppy" statue--the colors are real flowers</td></tr>
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Aside from sightseeing, being in Bilbao felt like coming full-circle. I flew into Bilbao in August when I came to Spain and had a minor meltdown in the bus station there, after missing my bus to Burgos. I was scared and clueless and suffering from a language barrier. Going back to that same place in a different context made me realize how far I've come since then. I sat there and told myself, "I've got this now." And I do.</div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The bus station where I cried on my first day in Spain.</td></tr>
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<div style="text-align: justify;">Yana and I also visited Asturias, a region in northern Spain known for its natural beauty. We took a five-hour bus ride the morning of Holy Thursday and arrived in Gijón, a port city, at about eleven. I loved Gijón. The first thing we did was look for a place to sleep. We settled on Hostal Manjón and went out to explore the town. In the Plaza Mayor (Main Square) we found an open-air market with artisan and organic products. I was in heaven. I bought a honey/hazelnut spread and Yana bought some pastries made with walnuts and spelt wheat. In Asturias spelt wheat is gaining popularity as a "health" food, so all the artisans use it in their products. Content with our purchases, we headed to the beach...</div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The bus station in Gijón</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The artisan market!</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="text-align: justify;"> The beach in Gijón was beautiful. It was a little chilly out, but we took our shoes off and walked along the shoreline for 45 minutes. We saw surfers and an old couple holding hands while walking in the surf, and then headed to lunch. For lunch we ate fabada (a traditional Asturian dish made with white beans and meat) and fish soup. To drink, we tried sidra, an Asturian apple cider. It was kind of strong and not sweet at all, so not really my cup of tea.</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">In the afternoon we wandered around and at dusk we saw a Holy Week procession. After the procession we bought pizza; it was supposed to be for breakfast the next day but we couldn't wait and ate it for supper instead.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Friday morning we took the bus to Oviedo, only half an hour away. We saw the cathedral and an archeological museum, and decided to look for lunch. Also, it turns out that Oviedo has a lot of statues. As we wandered around, we came across an exposition where they had 40 types of Asturian cheese, along with wine, cider, salad, and bread made from spelt wheat. Yana loves cheese, so she wanted to do that before lunch. After some convincing, I agreed to try the cheese expo, thinking that we'd just grab lunch afterwards. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">We paid our euros and walked into a big room with a long table covered with plates of cheese. Trying the different types was exciting but scary for me--I hate blue cheese and was always worried about eating some by accident. After about twenty types of cheese, we were both looking forward to the end. Forty kinds of cheese is a lot. Dessert was cheesecake :) We left the cheese expo in a cheese-induced stupor, but completely content. Lunch never happened.</div><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">On Easter Sunday I was at home with Antonio, María, and the kids. We had my favorite food for lunch: arroz a la cubana (Cuban rice). It is white rice, tomato sauce, a fried egg, and fried banana, all together on a plate. I know it sounds ridiculous, but it is absolutely delicious.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Staying in Spain for Holy Week (as opposed to traveling Europe) was a hard decision for me. I wanted to travel somewhere else in Europe, like Germany or maybe Budapest, but in the end I am glad to have stayed here, relaxed a little, and traveled as well.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I am always glad to see new places and try new foods.</div></div>Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01157172657249582225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244789831831191649.post-2345699768538569692011-05-05T16:01:00.000-07:002011-05-06T14:54:21.345-07:00Jesús MaríaToday was my last day of "teaching" at Jesús María Elementary School. I was with the third grade. They have been the worst group overall--there is no way to control them, and today was no different. It's ironic because they're so sweet and interested, but at the same time they just can't stop talking or focus for more than a minute. It was a frustrating last day but before I left they all mobbed me and gave me hugs, which made up for it.<br />
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</div><div>Since chocolate chip cookies are super American, and since all the Spanish people who have tried them have loved them, I decided to make some for my students. So--tonight from 7 pm to midnight I made three batches of chocolate chip cookies, and ended up with almost 400 cookies. There are around 300 students. I'll bring them the cookies tomorrow morning and the rest I'll share with Antonio, María, and the kids, and with my Spanish friends :)</div><div><br />
</div><div>Being done at Jesús María is, like most endings, bittersweet. I enjoyed going there more than I expected and found out that I might actually enjoy teaching. However, going there took a lot of time, and I need that time now in the three weeks before finals. </div><div><br />
</div><div>I am glad to have had this experience, and I will miss riding my bike there and feeling the uncontainable energy that only children have.</div>Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01157172657249582225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244789831831191649.post-14629140860604184782011-04-03T05:41:00.000-07:002011-04-03T05:42:26.632-07:00Standing on the rooftops, everybody scream your heart out. -- (lostprophets)Month seven has come and gone! I officially have a plane ticket back to the U.S. and three months left in Spain. Going home will be unbelievably bittersweet. The last month has been a really great one here.<br />
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I spent ten hours in Jesús-María elementary school, talking in English with the elementary students. The administration set it up so that I will spend 20 hours there over a two-month period. In total I'll spend two afternoons (two hours) with each class from first grade to sixth grade. I'm not going to lie--the first couple of weeks I didn't enjoy it that much. I'm not a teacher; I was nervous and unsure of whether I was connecting with the kids or if they understood me. Insecurity. The past weeks have been awesome, though, and the kids have been so excited to have me there. It has brought a lot of energy to my life and I will be sad when it my time is up at the end of April.<br />
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Spring has arrived in Burgos! Friday it was 70 degrees; the locals assure me it's not usual for it to be that warm, but I am quite happy with the normal 40-60 degree range. The trees are budding and the grass has stared to grow again. Friday I asked María if she planned to plant anything in the window box-type things she has outside. She said no, and told me I can plant whatever I want there. They're pretty small so I think I will plant lettuce and maybe some mint or herbs. I have absolutely no gardening experience (except pulling weeds-ha) so I am excited for this little experiment.<br />
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Friday, another exciting thing happened--I got a bike. The university here has a bike-loaning program; you pay a deposit to borrow a bike and they return the deposit if you return the bike in good condition. Friday I went and borrowed the last bike they had. I am excited about no longer being dependent on the bus system and will be using it a lot to go to Jesús-María.<br />
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The downside of all this greatness is, of course, the massive amounts of homework my teachers have been assigning. I am also aware of the proximity of finals--they're still two months away but I have a feeling they're going to creep up on me. Latin has been boggling my mind but I've learned a lot in the past few months. I'm kind of burned out on studying but only have two months to go.<br />
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Judging from the first few days of April, it's going to be a wonderful spring.Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01157172657249582225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244789831831191649.post-46964239475362764832011-03-04T14:38:00.000-08:002011-03-04T14:38:09.678-08:00"Today is the greatest day I've ever known" --the Smashing PumpkinsFebruary 28th marked the end of my 6th month in Spain and a seemingly new chapter in my life. It's funny to me, but after six months here it finally feels like my life is changing. The first six months in Spain were nice, but now I can see that I was just maintaining, trying to stay afloat. It took me all of that time to adjust to being here. Now I feel ready to face anything that Europe can throw at me. So I booked a flight to Rome, and arrived this afternoon.<br />
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Going to Rome has been something I've wanted to do for years. I made plans to go during Christmas break but they fell through at the last minute. I'm vacationing alone for the first time in my life, and going into it I was quite nervous. I'm not really alone, though, because I am fortunate enough to be staying with the School Sisters of Notre Dame in their generalate house. Their hospitality is overwhelming to me. I have my own bedroom and bathroom in the basement of the house and am welcome to join them at all of their meals. It is late here now, but I am looking forward to exploring Rome on my own terms tomorrow.<br />
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Another amazing thing that happened: I got accepted to "teach" English at an elementary school in Burgos. I applied two weeks ago, feeling absolutely unqualified, and was stunned when I got accepted. It's not actually teaching; what they want is a native English speaker to come in and talk to the kids. So, every week for two or three hours I get to go the the Colegio de Jesus-Maria and talk about pretty much whatever I feel like. It's supposed to be culturally based, so I'll talk about North Dakota (yeah, repping the home state!) and the US a lot. I'm starting to make some powerpoint presentations with lots of pictures and trying to think of ideas to interest little kids. The classes will range from kindergarten to sixth grade. So, anyone with ideas for fun, possibly educational kids' activities, send them my way!<br />
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With that, it's time for sleep, and tomorrow = Rome.Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01157172657249582225noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244789831831191649.post-64104362959089331082011-02-19T07:11:00.000-08:002011-02-19T07:12:15.372-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">One last picture that I can't help but post:</div><div><br />
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Paris was amazing. My dad and I spent four days there and loved every minute of it. We saw the Louvre museum, Notre Dame, Shakespeare and Company, the Ópera house, and the Eiffel Tower! My favorite part, by far, was the Eiffel Tower. Somehow I never imagined that it would be that huge in real life.<br />
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The most delicious thing I ate in Paris: crepes. Everywhere you go there are crepe stands where you can watch them fry your crepes and add cheese, ham, egg, Nutella, banana, or whatever you want. It was a delicious food experience.<br />
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After Paris we spent a couple of days in Barcelona. Ahh, the ocean! It wasn't warm enough to swim but I couldn't resist taking my shoes off and walking in the sand. The weather was beautiful in Barcelona and we were kind of burned out on sight seeing from Paris, so we wandered around a lot less. We saw La Sagrada Familia and also watched some teams playing a version of Bocce ball.<br />
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</span></span></div>The last couple of days before my dad flew out we spent in Burgos, so he could see where I live and meet the Santidrians! My dad came over for supper the first night he was here and he and Eva hit it off immediately. They both hammed it up and giggled a lot. By the time my dad left a few days later, he and the kids had invented their own version of the "fist bump." I'm not sure who enjoyed his visit more--my dad or my host family.<br />
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When my dad left, I was sad to see him go but glad we had seen so many great things together.<br />
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</div>Monday, February 6th, the second semester of classes started. I'm taking Spanish Literature of the 16th Century, Spanish Grammar: Morphology, Cultural Background of the Western World, and Latin.<br />
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That's all I've got for today. Soon I hope to post about running and Rome.Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01157172657249582225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244789831831191649.post-80262089096185049882011-01-10T05:55:00.000-08:002011-01-10T05:55:59.241-08:00It's the final countdown.I am officially in the full swing of finals in Spain. The semesters are different here, so today began the craziness of finals. I am lucky: I took one final early in December and one today, and the two that remain are spaced pretty far apart. My Theory and Criticism of Literature final is Friday, and the Literature of the Middle Ages final will be next Monday, the 17th. This is going to be a very long seven days of cramming.<br />
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The good news: next Monday after I finish my finals I plan to go have some coffee with a friend and pack my bags for Paris! My dad is coming to visit me and we're planning to see Paris and Barcelona before coming back to Burgos so he can see how my life is here.<br />
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I'm nervous for finals and already anticipating the relief of finishing them, and excited to see my dad. It's going to be a good week.<br />
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Happy Monday everyone! :)Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01157172657249582225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244789831831191649.post-28129792643428464372011-01-03T15:16:00.001-08:002011-01-12T06:24:54.415-08:00Christmas in Spain!<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Times;">So..for all of you who may be wondering, Christmas is one holiday that Spain definitely has. The majority of the Spanish population claims Catholicism as their religion, although I think a much smaller number actually goes to church. I think all of this Catholicism has a lot to do with the era of Franco in Spain, but I am still woefully uninformed about Spain's history.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Times;">We spent Christmas Eve eating an enormous amount of food with Antonio's family, and Christmas Day at our house with María's extended family. The Christmas Eve meal with Antonio's family was pretty heavy on seafood, a lot of which I had never tried before. Most of it looked really weird, but I tasted almost everything. I had langostinos, which are a kind of prawn. Last time I tried prawns I thought they were disgusting, but the langostino turned out to taste much better. It reminded me a lot of crab. We had some kind of small squid stuffed with ham in an absolutely black sauce that was made from the squid's ink. Squid is one of the things that has pleasantly surprised me here. I actually enjoy it, despite my aversion to seafood. Hands down, the thing that made my stomach turn the most was the stomach. The dish is called "callos," and I believe it was made up of cooked stomach and maybe intestines. They just translated it as "guts." I am assuming it was beef. When they told me what it was, I talked myself into eating it by remembering that my ancestors ate all the parts of the animal, and they certainly had to have eaten stomach. Not only that, but if the people at the table liked it, it couldn't be so bad. So I took two little pieces and braced myself. The initial taste was really good but the after-taste ..not so much. I swallowed the first piece quickly and the second one I barely chewed and just swallowed. The main dish was a giant chunk of halibut. I had no idea those fish could be so huge! It looked like only part of the fish but it had to have been almost a foot long. It was pretty good, as fish go. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Times;">I expected our Christmas Day to be really laid-back because I thought we were just eating lunch at our house with Maria's mom and two sisters. Boy, was I wrong. I completely forgot that Maria's two cousins were coming over with their families, as well as all kinds of random relatives. All in all, there ended up being about twenty people in our house. That's a lot of people for an introvert like me. Still, they were all really nice and I enjoyed it. Later on in the day I slipped out to go skype with my family. That was the hardest part of my day: seeing my family together and not being able to be with them.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Times;">Overall, Christmas was good. I have finals starting January 10<sup><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">th</span></sup>, so I was worried about that, but good food and good people never fail to make me feel better.<o:p></o:p></span></div>Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01157172657249582225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244789831831191649.post-86299171549185318902010-12-13T06:29:00.000-08:002010-12-13T06:29:47.353-08:00Monday blues.So it's Monday. Not my favorite day of the week. I woke up feeling sick and had my temperature taken with the slowest thermometer in the history of the world. I spent literally ten minutes waiting for it to beep. No fever, but I stayed home from class anyway and now I feel completely fine. I was supposed to hand in a paper today, so María went to the university at the beginning of my class and handed it in for me. She is so cool.<br />
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This weekend Irene and Eva went on an overnight trip with a group they are part of, and the house was so quiet. Diego isn't very noisy, especially when he's alone. Irene and Eva left Saturday morning before I woke up, and when I walked out of my room I found their easel chalkboard parked in front of my door. It said something to the effect of "Good night Elise, for tonight and the rest of the nights this weekend. From your flat mates Irene and Eva." Beside her name, Eva wrote "Writing this was my idea".<br />
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They make me laugh. On one hand, they are so obnoxious sometimes, because they're kids, but they can also be so sweet. It is obvious that they love having me around, and it makes my life much happier. Diego finally stopped being shy a few weeks ago. Irene spends a lot of time avoiding her homework by talking to me, and Eva is just Eva. Kind of rambunctious and extremely quick to fly off the handle, but when she's done she calms down quickly. All three of the kids think I am hilarious, but mostly when I'm not trying to be funny. They think I make funny faces and the gestures I make when I talk send them into fits of laughter. Like I said, they're kind of obnoxious ;) I can understand why they find it amusing, so I tend to forgive them. Besides, how can I not when they do cute things like write me notes before they leave for overnights?Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01157172657249582225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244789831831191649.post-57825180713861982002010-12-03T14:37:00.000-08:002010-12-03T14:43:23.826-08:00Gambas y gulas<div class="MsoNormal">Tonight we had gambas and gulas for supper. Gambas are prawns. Prawns are basically a larger version of shrimp. In Spain, or at least at my house, they are cooked whole and then you remove the meat from the thorax (kind of like eating lobster I think). I’ve never been much of a fan of seafood, so I was quite wary of the little prawns and their beady black eyes and antennae. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Then there were the gulas. They are quite weird-looking. Refer to the picture below for proof. As I found out from a Wikipedia search, gulas are imitation baby eels. In Spain, baby eels are a delicacy, and are cooked in olive oil with garlic and some kind of spicy red pepper. Unfortunately for the majority of the population, it is difficult to fish for baby eels, so they are extremely expensive. Thus, we were eating imitation baby eels. I think they creep me out much less than the real thing would—at least the fake ones don’t have eyes!<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">The verdict? The shrimp were disgusting, but the fake eels were pretty good. We had a really funny moment when I asked how I was supposed to eat the shrimp and I didn’t know the Spanish word so María told me in English. She said I should lick them, and I couldn’t help it--I burst out laughing. I had this mental image of me licking this dead shrimp with its eyes and antennae and it was equally disgusting and hilarious. When I demonstrated what licking was, they all burst out laughing. Then we figured out that what María meant was “suck.” So I peeled off the hard shell and sucked out the fleshy part, and immediately wanted to spit it out. It tasted so gross, at least to me. I was also mentally transported back to dissecting crayfish in high school. Gross. Normally I am not a picky eater—I’ve tried quite a few things here, and have liked almost all of them. I have eaten a lot of fish, even though it’s not my favorite thing. I just think seafood tastes disgusting. So I swallowed the shrimp as quickly as I could and declared that I was not eating any more. Antonio is convinced that the shrimp was undercooked and insists that if I try them when we have them at Christmas I will change my mind. I think he’s wrong but I am game to try them one more time.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Today was the first day of a six day weekend for me! Monday is the Day of the Constitution, when Spain signed its constitution, and Wednesday is the Immaculate Conception, so we have Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday off. I will have class on Thursday, and another three days without class. I am glad to have a break and also a chance to catch up on homework a little. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Tomorrow I am going to bake chocolate chip cookies with the kids. Eva and Diego have are going to run a race in the morning and Irene is going to meet with her friends but in the afternoon they will all be home to bake cookies. They are excited, and so am I. We’re going to have to improvise a little since María couldn’t find chocolate chips. Instead we’re just going to cut chocolate bars into pieces. We also don’t have brown sugar and will be using raw cane sugar instead. I’m hoping it turns out because I love chocolate chip cookies.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I am sooo excited right now, because my mom and brother are coming to visit me at the beginning of November! I'm waiting impatiently.</span></div>Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01157172657249582225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244789831831191649.post-83961802640268463412010-09-26T14:36:00.000-07:002010-09-26T14:37:02.018-07:00Time flies, whether you're having fun or not......but don't worry, I'm having fun. The past two weeks have flown, and now I've been here a month. I've been going to class, among other things. Last Monday classes started for the first-year students. I've been going to classes for second-year students, but decided to switch, which means I basically started over on Monday. It felt a little messed up to be going to the first day of class the second time around. So far it's been good. The teachers are, for the most part, nice and helpful. I'd venture to say that I understand about 75% of what goes on in class, on a good day, so I have gotten really frustrated and bored during several 2-hour class periods. I can tell it's getting easier, though, and this week my goal is to bond with some real live Spanish students :p<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div>Last weekend, the 16th, 17th, and 18th of September, I took the bus to Barcelona with a couple of my friends. We left Burgos at 11 p.m. Thursday night and arrived in Barcelona at 7 a.m. on Friday. We spent all day Friday and all day Saturday in Barcelona, and got back to Burgos at 4 a.m. on Sunday morning. Barcelona is a beautiful city, and it's huge. In our two days, we barely even scratched the surface. Dokia, one of the girls I went with, is doing a project about Antonio Gaudí, an amazing Spanish architect, for her major. Since Gaudí's works are primarily in Barcelona, we spent most of our time visiting some of them. We saw La Sagrada Familia (a church), La Casa Batlló, which is a house/apartment that Gaudí was commissioned to redesign, and La Casa Milá, an apartment building. We also spent an hour in Park Guell, which Gaudí designed. All of his work is absolutely amazing and unique. My favorite was the Casa Batlló. We saw a few other things and got acquainted with the metro system. One weird thing about Barcelona--there aren't really skyscrapers. In the U.S. you can always tell where downtown is by the skyscrapers, but the parts of Barcelona that I saw were more or less level.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><div>Yesterday was the first day that has seemed cold to me here. It was probably around 60 degrees, but it seemed pretty chilly to me. Today Diego and Eva had a race for their running club in a nearby town. I was freezing! All I had was a sweatshirt. I'm hoping it gets warmer, but I'm guessing it won't. Oh well.</div><div><br />
</div><div>I'm hoping to have a chance to blog again this week sometime. I've been pretty lazy about it so far, but I will try to be more consistent.</div>Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01157172657249582225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244789831831191649.post-13894171341714934042010-09-11T14:58:00.000-07:002010-09-11T15:02:20.491-07:00The beach, school, running, and a shot of homesickness<div class="MsoNormal">Today was my fourteenth day in Spain. It’s only been two weeks, but it feels like so much longer. Here is a little of what I’ve been up to:</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Last weekend my host family and I hit up San Sebastián. I saw the ocean for the first time and it was super amazing. We swam in it every day, and I enjoyed it immensely. San Sebastián is beautiful, and I bonded with my host family a lot. Since arriving, I have met a lot of different people—María and Antonio’s siblings, friends, and relatives. When you meet someone for the first time, it is Spanish tradition to kiss them on the cheeks, both left and right. It was weird to me at first but now I am getting used to cheek kisses, and it’s actually a nice way to do things.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Monday classes started, but it has been anything besides simple. Registering for classes here has been one of the most confusing things I’ve done thus far. I am still not completely sure of my schedule. Every other international student I have talked to is having the same issue, and even the Spanish students think it is confusing. I did manage to attend a few classes this week, despite the confusion. I have a little trouble following everything that is going on, but the teachers are helpful and the classes are small. As they say here, I will learn “poco a poco,” a little at a time.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I didn’t have class yesterday, so I slept in. In the afternoon, I went downtown and met up with a few of my friends, and we went shopping. Normally I’m not much of a shopper, but here it is addicting—I can’t seem to get enough of it. Unfortunately, money doesn’t grow on trees, so this shopping habit is ending now :)</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Last night was María and Antonio’s 16<sup>th</sup> wedding anniversary, so we went to a nearby pueblo and ate out. We had deep-fried squid, salad, and some other tapas, which are like appetizers. It was delicious, and overall a very good night. There was a festival going on in the pueblo, so after supper the kids and I rode the bumper cars. We finally arrived home at around 11:30 p.m.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Diego and Eva, the two youngest children, are involved in atletismo, which is kind of like track, but only for running. They had a “track meet” of sorts today, and both of them won their respective races. It was exciting, and I got to meet and cheek kiss a bunch more relatives.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Today I was a little homesick. The countryside where I am is similar to the prairie, with a few more trees. There are cottonwoods here, and some of the grasses are the same, but they don’t make me feel closer to home. Instead, they emphasize the distance. I really miss driving my car, and of course I miss all of my people.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">So I’m homesick, but I don’t want to end this blog on a sad note, because homesickness is manageable. It is much easier now to communicate than it was 10 or 20 years ago, and I am thankful for that. It has been a really good two weeks, and I know it can only get better as school gets underway. I was quite shocked to realize tonight that today is September 11. It is strange to me to be in a foreign country, remembering all the things that happened in my own country on this day.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I also think I should mention that I walked four miles today. Personally, I find it quite impressive :D</div>Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01157172657249582225noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4244789831831191649.post-56381919527328538942010-09-01T10:12:00.000-07:002010-09-01T10:12:59.734-07:00The first week in Spain!I arrived in Spain Saturday, August 28th. I've been here a little over three days, but it seems like a lifetime since I left the States. My host family has been absolutely awesome so far. They helped me figure out all my paperwork stuff for temporary residency and they even bought me a swimsuit for my birthday yesterday. The family is made up of the parents, María and Antonio, and their three kids, Irene (12), Eva (10), and Diego (8). The kids love playing cards, so we have been doing a lot of that, in between swimming and running errands. Eva is super competitive and almost died of excitement when she beat me at Egyptian War, a card game. I taught them it yesterday and they are in love with it. I have my own room on the 4th floor of their house/apartment. It's not very wide but is quite tall. We eat supper at around 10 every night. The food so far has been delicious, except some weird mushroom-like things we had last night.<br />
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</div><div>Tomorrow we are leaving for a family vacation to San Sebastián in the north of Spain. We're also going to hit up France since it is close by. It's weird to be going on a family vacation with a family that isn't mine, but I'm optimistic. This trip will be the first time my first time seeing the ocean. When I told them I had never seen the ocean, all the kids were like, "NEVER?!?!?!" Spain is about the size of ND and SD put together, so they don't get how big the US is. We'll return from San Sebastián Sunday.</div><div><br />
</div><div>I can already tell my Spanish is improving. At first my Spanish was awkward. I've said some stupid things, but they're pretty good about not laughing at me. Classes start Monday, September 6th, but I don't get to register until the 7th.. It will work out I guess. </div><div><br />
</div><div>Spain has been positive so far. I am looking forward to an awesome year and awesome people. Tonight I'm going out for tapas with another girl who is here from NDSU, to celebrate our first week in Spain and my 21st birthday. ¡Yay for tapas!</div>Elisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01157172657249582225noreply@blogger.com0