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Don't really know if you can ask for a lot more than this...

The Spanish flag

A staple on the Gran Via of Majadahonda (the main drag of my hometown)... You better believe that this bench belongs to these ladies too, you wouldn't see a different group occupying it... They all have their respective places and groups, elderly men and women alike. Absolutely unforgettable

Jacobo snapped this shot at La Escorial in an entryway... The thought of the construction behind this magnificent place is overwhelming within itself, needless to say the history within it... How many thousands of people have walked through that door?

The outside of La Escorial, it stretches far far far in both directions (to the left and the right) as well.

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At La Escorial with Jacobo... If you look closely you can see the statues of the saints on the white pillars above us...

Yet another breathtaking view with Javi and Jacobo

Ana is a big fan of taking pictures when you're not really looking, but I ended up liking this one because of the background

The seat of King Felipe II with Javi and Jacobo

Marta is on the left, Mateo is on the right holding his newly christened baby sister Lola

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Yet another set of photos.... I agree with Sam Estenson (www.estenson.blogspot.com) in that oftentimes pictures can express a culture better than words; you just have to feel it.

Above is my grandfather and one of my little cousins named Marta. We gather at my grandfather's every week at 2 pm and eat paella and play cardgames and enjoy each other's company.

My host sister Bea and I

At Las Fiestas de Las Rozas with friends

More Fiestas de Las Rozas (I like this picture because it has Bea in it and one of my best friends here named Rocio, the other girl to my left)

This is where everyone buys their books and school supplies in Majadahonda. This tiny shop supplies everything for the entire town, you have to wait about an hour or more to get anything.
Kids here don't rent school textbooks, it's similar to college in that they're all purchased and all pretty expensive (about 30 euros per book).

the house

The pool that's in the center of the complex, or "urbanizacion" where I live.

There are about 6 buildings like the one shown, with the pool and a tennis court and a garden at the center.

This is the entryway to my house... The kitchen is just through the open door. The front door is to your right and the door on the left leads to the bedrooms and bathrooms. And yes, that is a real zebra.

This is a couch and table in the living room, which is combined with the entryway shown above. If you were to turn left from this perspective, you would see another couch and a giant window that looks out onto the pool and garden.

This is my room. My desk is further past that chair and behind the head of my bed is my closet. Facing the bed are shelves and an aquarium. I'm staying in the room of my host brother who is in the United States on exchange right now-- Javi.

This is my building from the back... If you were the one taking this picture, the pool would be behind you. On the bottom floor where you can see the awning is that giant window in the living room that mentioned above, and my room is the next window to the left.

I apologize for taking so long on posting all of this information and these pictures... I'll be posting my address in one of the next few blogs if you want to send anything, I wouldn't say no :)

Con mi amor, Sam

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I wonder if Father Time ever felt disoriented.... As someone who is operating under his watchful, constant tick tock, I have to tell you that I'm more befuddled than ever over this "time" concept. I have been in Spain for ONE MONTH today. I will be here for some months more. I find myself putting time in all sorts of different contexts, not out of want to go home, simply out of sheer amazement at it's many faces. I have been here for one entire month, I will only be here for a few more. I won't say that it felt like yesterday that I landed in the Madrid Airport, because not only is that cliche, it would be untrue. But that statement shouldn't carry a negative connotation, I've loved my time here, I'm thrilled at the thought of more.

I'm settling into a nice routine after school. I've really gotta tell you how awesome it is not to have to do anything. As the queen of over-scheduling, the girl that had to squeeze in time for precious things like sleep and eating, the concept of coming home and reading a good book or just hanging around with my host brother or walking down to the shopping center with a friend for no good reason are all very much appreciated. My host mother is always apologizing to me for "not having anything to do" and I'll continue to explain to her that that nothingness was my entire reason for coming. To slow down. To breathe. To stop measuring and analyzing and comprehending everything. To just get in touch with what there IS, not with what COULD BE. I'm learning, I'm always learning, but without a giant stack of books at the foot of my bed while I chow down a frozen dinner and weigh out how I'm going to manage a violin lesson, soccer practice, several meetings, and AP testing the next day.

The only thing that I'm expected to do here is be myself. And it's fantastic to figure out a little more each day who that person is. This experience hasn't been completely smooth 100% of the way, I'd be a little concerned if it had. I know there will be tough days. But I also know there will be great days. So I'm seeking the good but embracing the bad. One month in... Doesn't have to be put in the context of anything else.

Besos, Samantha Roma (ps. A lot of my teachers just call me "Roma"... It's my middle name and easier to pronounce with a Spanish accent. I absolutely love it. Oh, and the picture above is at my grandfather's house with two of my young cousins... perfecto)

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I'm finally able to post some pictures of what most would consider the "classic" Spain. I went to La Silla de Felipe II and La Escorial yesterday with my mom, dad, and brother. It's still gorgeous weather in Spain, despite the fact it's "autumn". The best way to describe the autumn here is with a Spanish word-- "precioso" which literally means "cute" but can be interpreted as precious and untouchable. I sort of miss the changing colors of the Minnesota forests, but a break from the cold is much appreciated. The trees are changing slightly but nothing compared to the vibrance back home.

La Silla de Felipe II literally means "The Seat of Felipe II" and is the place where the famous king sat down over his newly claimed kingdom and determined where everything would be placed and declared it his own land. Looking over the land as he did, it was easy to appreciate the immense history of this country, it's age dwarves that of the U.S. There are letters carved into the seat where the king sat marking it as his territory, I sat upon that very throne which overlooks the historic La Escorial chapel and palace and listened to my host father explain all the wonders of what I was looking at, nodding attentively, and actually understanding the majority of it. This was, in itself, a wonder and made me appreciate all the small wonders of everyday living.

We proceeded from La Silla to La Escorial Palace and Chapel, which doesn't sound familiar when you first hear it, but the images should strike a chord. The chords rang rampant throughout the famous church, as we entered during one of the masses and stayed for the duration. It was everything that a Spanish service should be, there was a chanting of the Word with three priests dressed all in green and white. There were attendants and bell ringing and a collection which included a man straight out of Dan Brown's Angels and Demons walking up and down the pews collecting euros. The most incredible part of the mass for me was the singing of the choir and the organ playing. The voices were almost surreal and echoing throughout the giant structure as if they were singing to God and no one else, despite your religious beliefs, their conviction and their chords intermingling with the brassy confidence of the organ once again made it obvious to me how irrelevant language barriers can be. I found out later that the choir was made up entirely of young boys as they later trapsed by punching each other and stepping on one another's robes, which made entirely it's own statement about belief, innocence, and the untouchable wonder that surrounded me.

I couldn't take pictures in the church because it was a Sunday and there was a mass going on-- but this is a picture of the entrance to the church, you can see the saints lining the entrance above, it reminded me of my Grandma Colleen and attending Catholic services ever so often when I was younger, images of my Grandma Roma and her rosaries drifted through my mind as well; it's incredible what can remind you of home in a place that couldn't be farther from it. I was promised that we would return to the quaint town of La Escorial and it's curved, winding, cobblestone streets so that I could take pictures of the inside of the church, so the explination of the sanctuary will have to wait until then, because it literally cannot be described in words.

We moved from the church to the other aspects of La Escorial, including the enormous palace and servants quarters attached. The gardens reminded me of my Grandma Jan in her infinite love for all things flora, they sharply contrasted the rigid architecture of La Escorial, somehow enhancing it's enchantment-- even in a history riddled with oppression and occupations, Spain has forever maintained it's grace in certain aspects, without a doubt in the pure beauty of it's land and it's people. The car ride home was sleepy and content, which could have been due in part to the fiestas that took place the night before and on Friday night. I'm finding my balance in between social life and my responsibilities and family time; though I have to give a lot of the credit for that to my wonderful host family. Bea has provided all sorts of opportunities I'd never have had, my host parents are loving and understanding, and Jacobo forever will have a place in my heart. I can't express enough how lucky I feel to have found my niche, because let's be honest, a lot of this program and a person's success within it is based on luck. And I really, truly hit the jackpot, folks. I wrapped up my Sunday night (and my fourth week, as the calenders here start on Monday) watching Crepusculo-- Twilight-- after a delicious Sunday meal filled with teasing and loving. Bea starts University today; as I've mentioned, kids in college live at home here in Spain, so I'll still see her on weekends but she has class every day from 3-10, meaning our time to hang out on the weekdays will be limited. Fortunately, I've made other connections at school and in the town with friends and there are a lot of exchange students in Madrid or the immediate surrounding areas, so if my brain ever needs a little vacation from this vacation, I know I can always call them. Que Buena Suerte Mis Amigos, what good luck my friends, to have been blessed with this adventure and these people. I'm only about a month in and it's already difficult for me to think about leaving these loved ones and this home. And at this point, I love, above all, that I feel comfortable enough to really call this my home. Thank you Rotary, thank you to everyone at home for your encouragement, and thank you thank you Spain.

Besitos, Sami

WOW

I have never been an optimist. And I've never believed in the idea that everything is a matter of perspective. I think at this point in my trip (nearly a month in) I could write a pamphlet on how incredibly valuable each of these is.

Spain is treating me better than ever. I'm not living in the Spain of "Vicky Christina Barcelona", there are no historic buildings in my town, if you were to be set down in the middle of my main street, you could be in any Spanish-speaking town. I'm close to Madrid, I'm not on the Mediterranean. Originally when I found out that I was living in Majadahonda, I was not incredibly thrilled because it didn't have any of the "typical" Spanish characteristics I was looking for. I envisioned myself sipping Sangria in the darkest of night on a Spanish beach with a flamenco guitar serenading me as a lingering smoke drifted through the air and I slipped into a peaceful siesta. I'm not saying that this is completely out of my range of possibility, but at this point, I prefer the grafitti on the walls, the pamphlets scattered on the street with dirty shoeprints over them advertising discotecas; I choose the less historic buildings that are filled with the people I enjoy being around. I never envisioned myself in Majadahonda and now I can't picture myself anywhere else.

School is moving right along, I'm almost to the end of WEEK 2! I'm at a point in my trip where it's very important to stay busy. I'm comfortable enough now to where I could easily get bored and those are the dangerous times, where your mind has too much room to wander. School has been a nice remedy to this. Today I found myself starting to switch off in class and stop listening and I caught it pretty quickly and snapped out of it. I had to read outloud today in my Spanish class and was absolutely terrified and realized two hours later in English that they all probably feel similar when they have to read outloud in this class with me listening. It occurred to me that just like I don't judge them, it was unlikely that they were judging me, and those who were obviously weren't the sort I'd want to be getting to know intimately anyways.

I'm eating well; there is french bread served with every meal, crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, best served toasted covered with olive oil, a tomato paste, and just a hint of salt. This, along with a Spanish coffee and apple or peach, is my breakfast. After school at about 2, I eat a lunch which varies greatly each day and I love every time. So far I have eaten fried chicken, paella, a soup-like dish filled with spanish, swordfish, and water chestnuts, a stew-type dish with beans, blood sausage, potatoes, and carrots, and the list goes on. We eat leftovers or a salad for dinner and we always drink water. To some the food would seem bland, it is not filled with spices or flavoring, but that's just what I love to eat. To put it simply, I'm in my own personal, edible heaven.

At this point, time is passing according to what I have upcoming on my schedule. For example, the month of October is split up by what's going to be happening on the weekends. I'm going to Las Fiestas de Las Rozas (the neighboring suburb) this weekend. Next weekend, my family is taking a trip to Segovia and the historic La Escorial. The weekend after that I got invited to go into Madrid to the discotecas and then I have a free weekend and then HALLOWEEN. My friend Adrian told me at school today to not feel bad if I didn't have anything to do during the weeknights, he explained that in Segundo Bachillerato pretty much everyone just stays at home all week because the coursework is so rigorous. Thus far, I've only had one night where I've had nothing to do, and I spent that watching a soccer game with my host father and reading a chapter in my Philosophy book-- quite satisfying.

My host family has a connection to the Real Madrid Soccer Team-- our cousin is married to one of the lesser-known players on the team (I responded with... WHO CARES IF HE'S LESSER KNOWN WOW THAT'S AMAZING) and so we get tickets to some of the games. Bea went to a game last night and I get to go the next time that we get offered tickets. I could not be more excited for that, let me tell you. I've been helping out the other exchange student here in Majadahonda, named Jesse. I realize that a lot of this program is about luck, and I really hit gold with pretty much every single aspect of my exchange; in terms of my location, my friends, my school, and especially my host family I feel incredibly blessed. Tomorrow Jesse is coming home with me after school and we're all going to eat together with Bea and he'll watch our soap operas with us before we all go out at night for Las Fiestas together.

I'm trying (pretty successfully) to look at everything through a positive lense. This trip is teaching me how to appreciate, how to be my own support system, and who those people are that are truly valuable to me. I'm learning to smile when it gets difficult and accept that sometimes that's the only thing I'm going to be able to do... and that's enough. Time is what you make of it. Sometimes I feel like I'm going to be here forever. Sometimes I wonder if there's anyway I can make forever last longer. I'm teaching myself to stop analyzing time and just let it be what it will be; because as much as I love controlling things (I always was bossy :) I cannot control the wild, free spirit of Spain. And I cannot and have no desire to control time.

Did I mention that Spain is treating me better than ever?

Un Beso, Sami