Wednesday, April 7, 2010

viajar: to travel

As today is my seven month mark here in Majadahonda, Spain, I find it only appropriate that I recap on March which I spent all over Europe with all sorts of different people in all sorts of different cultures and perspectives, filled with way too much laughter and good fortune.... But as they say here in Spain, "La risa nos hace fuertes"... Laughter makes us strong.

Typically, Rotary programs in every country organize some sort of trip available to all the exchange students for that year. Spain's trip began March 8 in a Madrid bus station, where 36 of us gathered with distinct expectations and a common anticipation for the nine days ahead scheduled out with quite a lot of bus travel time, about a dozen stops all around Southern Spain and Portugal, and of course, keeping with the Spanish culture, relaxation time pre-planned into the itinerary. We were accompanied by a tour guide named David aand a bus driver named Jose, both of whom immediately earned our respect as easy-going and caring guys; David showed up in a hot pink t-shirt with a lightning bolt on it and a safari hat, with a general appearance very much resembling that of Peter on Family Guy. You've got to ask yourself, how could you go wrong?

Never have nine days passed by so quickly. I'll give a recap of each of the places and include pictures further down in the blog, the Spanish sun greeting us at nearly every stop with an incredible stroke of luck in the weather. As most of the world had one of the coldest winters it's ever experienced, Southern Spain experienced it's version with more rain than they've had in nearly 50 years so we were prepared for the worst. Not one day was under 55 degrees and we even had sunburns on some of the fairer skinned. It was great travelling with a group of exchange students because, unwillingly or not, we've all been cultured and matured over our months abroad. They say that one of the advantages of joining advanced placement classes or honors clubs is that typically, the people that enroll are there by choice and out of their interest or desire to learn and experience. Exchange works very much the same way. No one would put themselves throuh nine months of uncertainty and confusion unless they were convinced of the rewards at the end and had a certain amount of appreciation.

Bus time was filled with action packed UNO games and cans of Fanta pop, lots of naps on windy mountain passes, and out of nowhere, deep, heartfelt conversations about future plans and past hardships. Exchange students are usually packed with personality and eccentricities... where else could one pick up singing Hakuna Matata and have 35 other voices chime in without hesitation or emabarrassment? Maybe because it's American, or maybe it's just the cheapest option, but every restaurant we entered, we were given some type of meat (usually fried) and french fries. By the end of the trip, half of us were claiming to be vegetarians just to taste a little lettuce or tomato. We left each other at the end of the trip in disbelief at how time passes and with a new appreciation for each other, we've all made it this far and we all got along so darn well through the whole thing. It was a once in a lifetime adventure and I owe millions of thanks to Rotary for making it happen.

Small recaps on each of the places that we went... and PICTURES of course!


Granada, Spain is the capital of the Southern providince of Andalusia and houses the great Alhambra, a moorish palace constructed in the fourteenth century. The buildings were originally built under Islamic influence, which is very apparent in the greatly detailed inlay work, but even after the Christian inquisition, the buildings and accompanying gardens were never destroyed.


Some of the inlay work in the Palace... Imagine the hours put in to make it just right








The next stop was only a short bus ride away, about two hours, to Cordoba, an ancient Roman city that houses what should be considered one of the seven wonders of the world. In Spanish it's called a Mezquita, in English a Mosque but it is basically a giant structure that was originally built as a mosque and later, when Christianity rolled in, was converted into a Cathedral. The difference in this case was that, instead of tearing things down, the Christians simply added on and pieced together their ideas, resulting in a giant building comfortably housing two completely different religions and sets of ideas. It was beyond words amazing.
















Sevilla was the next stop and it was a warp to the past as I had been there with my best friend Sam Estenson, my mom, and my aunt Laura two summers before. The small, old city is walled in and is a labryinth of tiny streets, monuments, tree-shaded cobblestone, and a sense of history.



My good friend Emma in La Plaza de America



La Plaza de Espana, parts of Star Wars were filmed here



The Cathedral of Sevilla



A couple that came out of their little shop to dance the traditional Flamenco for us



The Moorish Palace in Sevilla


We then drove across the border into Portugal and arrived on La Costa de Caparica where we were pleasantly surprised with a darling, beachside hotel and solid relaxation time after jampacked sightseeing.



Joe, Jesse, and Sam running into the freezing Atlantic Ocean



Emma, Me, Andrea, Margeaux, Valeria, and Devon



We figured since we were already in Portugal, we might as well visit Lisboa, the capital :) We were given mostly freetime in the city after being briefly toured around in the bus. We saw sights such as the 25th of April Bridge, which was modeled after the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco, the downtown center and an open shopping market on a Saturday morning, and salsa dancing nightclubs with a 1:30 am curfew. Our friend Andrea rolled in her birthday in Lisbon... not many can say they've done that.



Oh the treasures and colors of street markets...









A momument next to the 25th of April Bridge... Ahh exchange students




Here we are on the farthest Western point in continental Europe... the closest we've been to home in 7 months




As we drove up the Portuguese coast, we passed through several small towns, all with distinct personalities, and all very proud to be Portuguese. People preferred we spoke to them in English rather than Spanish... They want it to be very clear that even though they're on the same penninsula, they are NOT Spain.



My buddy Alex and I on a balcony in Sintra



Sintra



Estoril

Estoril concluded our travel around Portugal and we headed back into Spain just north of Madrid, in an area known as La Extremadura where we visited ancient Roman ruins.




We moved on to stay the night in the town of Salamanca, famous for it's University, the third oldest in Europe founded in 1218. It is famous for it's two cathedrals built next to each other, one old and one new, and on one a frog is hidden. If you find it, it's said to bring you good luck. We finished up our last night of the trip out on the town, none of us ready to head back to Madrid in the morning.





The builders of the new cathedral inserted an astronaut among the ancient carvings to show the difference in time periods



My friend Devon and I



The beautiful plaza in Salamanca at nighttime



Out on the town in Salamanca


I might include a different blog later with just solid pictures that various friends took. Some of them could definitely pass for professional. There is no doubt in my mind that this trip was a one time thing, something none of us can hope to replicate again in the future. We all counted our blessings on that last trip back to Madrid, signing flags and saying what could be our final goodbyes at the bus station. It's humbling knowing there are only two months left in my exchange and it sure feels good.



More to come, 1beso, Sami

Sunday, February 28, 2010

una loba

I have a wolf notebook here in Spain. I got it in a shop that we call "Chinos" because they are almost always owned by Chinese people and carry a wide variety of useless and useful oddities... Sudoku books are displayed next to wigs which are the shelf above permanent markers and nylons. It's the Spanish version of a dollar store. I purchased a blue notebook there that features several wolves, my most favorite animals, as seen on ridiculous black t-shirts with an inevitable blue and purple themed scenery in the background with a moon reflecting upon a glassy lake, and if you're lucky, the wolf is howling (not making fun of these... I happen to own one). In my wolf notebook there are directions to metro stops, the location of the few places in Madrid I can scrounge up some Dr. Pepper, and reservation numbers for tickets that I've bought for when various family comes. There's a list of things that I want to purchase at the famous street market here before I leave, El Rastro, phone numbers of friends and tutors and movie theaters. My wolf notebook essentially contains my obsessively, disgustingly organized life here in Majadahonda, Spain and flipping through it tells more than I could ever begin to explain in a blog or in person.

This week it rained almost every day. The weather was anywhere from 40 degrees to 50 degrees and they are gearing up for what they call the "Perfect Storm" because we had about 30 kph winds here. This week for school wasn't much of anything, the end of our second trimester ocurred on Thursday and I didn't even recieve a report card this time as teachers acknowledge that I'll now begin to really start travelling and taking advantage of the fact that I'm in EUROPE and want to see whatever I can in my incredibly short time left here. I can't say all my teachers are happy about this; having gotten decent grades on their tests, they want me to proceed with the same amount of diligence and intensity, but quite frankly, I already did my senior year of high school one time around, I'm not looking to sign up for another one.

It was on the bus into Madrid the other day that I was listening to Shakira's "She Wolf". Here in Spain that song is called "Una Loba" (which literally means female wolf) and it was originally recorded in Spanish so I prefer the Spanish version. Judge me if you will for listening to Shakira, I love her, haha. Anyways, I realized that I was singing along easily and efficiently with the song, completely understanding what I was saying, grasping the concept and the details without measured and intended thought. As simple and small as this seems, what it meant to me is that my understanding has moved into areas other than face to face conversation, I'm hearing overhead announcements and comprehending, I'm seeing signs and following without a thought, and I'm hearing She Wolf and loving every word because I know what every word means. I noted several of the lyrics in my notebook, alongside a reminder to buy some more Carmex, and smiled my way through the rest of the ride. No wonder wolves are my favorite animals, they're sure doing me a lot of good here in Spain :)

At the same time that I'm really starting to feel myself be absorbed into the Spanish life and the Spanish culture, I'm still taking time to do the touristy things that I, as an American, should absolutely do before I leave. The two most famous museums in Madrid (and in Spain for that matter) are the Reina Sofia (a more modern museum, holding Dali and Picasso) and the Prado, which has one of the biggest and most varying collections of art in the world. It would be more than a little ridiculous to say that I'd gone to Spain and come back without seeing these wonders, and they're just two of the classic examples. So, I went with my exchange student friend Emma to the Reina Sofia on Saturday and marvelled at Dali and strained my neck in several different directions to attempt to even begin to understand Picasso (to no avail, by the way). I saw "La muchacha a la ventana" which is one my favorite paintings and is the picture shown. The photo in which I'm standing making a stupid grin face is called "The Face of the Great Masterbater" and is a Dali... Sometimes it's better not to ask questions, I think.

My dad's mom, Grandma Jan, and my dad's sister, Laura, come next weekend on Delta flight #108 (as noted in wolf book) and I'll be more than ready to pick them up and show them around my town on Friday morning. It's almost surreal to be seeing family members. I've been surrounded by them my entire life and then in a 9 hour flight distanced myself for a full 6 months. In a matter of another 9 hour plane ride they'll be back in my life; my spanish life. After their departure next Sunday, it's a whirlwind of vacations. The 8-17 I'm gone on a trip with Rotary through Andalucia and Portugal and then I have more family (including my mom) arriving on March 23 until April 5. WHEW!

All my Loba Love to you, Sami



La muchacha en la ventana


Ridiculous Face for your viewing pleasure


Emma and I in the Metro. Twooo Wuvv

Thursday, February 18, 2010

a londres

Cheers, Mates!
It has been a bit since I've updated and for that I am ever so sorry. Good news is that I had a legitimate excuse as I was strolling the streets of LONDON, ENGLAND from February 11- February 16 with my friends from good ol' Northfield, Minnesota- Mackenzie O'Connell, John Linford, and a friend of John's named James who lives in England. Mackenzie is on Rotary Exchange in Germany right now and John is living in Gloucester, England for the year working. They are both dear friends and when we planned this adventure back in November, there's no way that I could have predicted the stupendous, marvelous, glorious time that it ended up being. I'll tell most of the stories through pictures with captions, as this usually tickles everyone's fancy the most and it's the easiest way to follow along. Being my usual somewhat disgustingly organized self, the photos will, of course, be in chronological order so it's like you were there! Haha... Sort of :)


Majadahonda on the day that I left, Thursday, February 11... Flight was incredibly smooth and I landed and met Mackenzie in the Gatwick London Airport


London, England the next day on Friday, February 12... England lived up to it's rainy reputation, a pair of Wellies Rainboots were in order and were purchased within the next 24 hours :)


Standing outside of some of these buildings, like Westminster Abbey, was almost surreal, to think that I'm coming from one incredibly gorgeous and historic European city and walking right into another, it reminded me again that the life I'm living is out of a storybook. When people asked us where we were from, we had to explain that we were from the United States, living in Germany/Spain, and in England for a vacation... As if the other life wasn't vacation enough? :)


Buckingham Palace. I swear all of these photos won't just be me in front of cool buildings



^^ How to Know You're In London ^^



That is not the Ministry of Magic, but the British Museum. I loved how all the entrances were free, donations only. Not only did I appreciate this as a poor (future) college student, but I liked the idea of anyone and everyone being able to appreciate what the museums had to offer. We also went to the Tate Modern Museum which was mindblowing.


Mackenzie and I outside of the British Museum posed on a lion


Where we stayed in London was right next to the Tower Bridge and we strolled down to see it at night with the lights... It speaks for itself


The four of us-- from Left to Right-- James, Mackenzie, John, and I


Mack and I--- You can make out Tower Bridge in the background


The ridiculous amount of plug-ins and adaptors necessary to charge our appliances... We went from American to European to British


The English countryside on a train ride



We went to see a show in the West End in London... Tickets were pretty cheap and Chicago is always worth it. The performances were incredible, though the attempts to cover the British accents were about as successful as Mackenzie and I's attmepts to speak WITH a British accent... So not all that successful :)


The London Bridge Underground stop... The tube in London isn't quite as easy to navigate as that of Madrid. London seems to be a much bigger city in my eyes after living here for all this time... I'm not sure geographically how the cities compare, but London's sheer size was a bit overwhelming for this Spanish gal.


Picadilly circus, complete with new plaid Wellies :)


If you can see the RAVER stamp on my hand, it's from the fantastic club that we went to Saturday night in London called Fabric.


Is this the real life, is this just fantasy? Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see.

I wish you all the joy that comes from Fish and Chips, Mushy Peas, and a Rotary Exchange year like mine... Samantha Roma