Well, it's been awhile. The semester was crazy and I was lucky to have thoughts to myself that didn't involve architecture, let alone get a chance to write them down. But with things winding down, there is finally some time to reflect.
To most people, I would probably appear to have things figured out. Last night, I finally admitted that I don't. It's unsettling, a little, to know I can walk around thinking I know it all - and fake it decently well, when deep down I'm flying by the seat of my pants.
So (and I feel like my mother should be listening and rejoicing about this?) I finally can admit.. I haven't got a clue about the world.
That realization has led me into not only some self-reflection, but to see things in a new light. What if we could go back, and see the world as a child again? What if we could look at things so purely and innocently, and not have them tainted by learned stereotypes or behaviors.
I know it's a stretch, so bear with me here, but I think that one of my new year's resolutions will be to grow down, not up. I'd like to act a little more like a kid, and a little less like an adult. Now - you all have pictures of an over-sized child playing video games and eating junk food at 30 living in their parents house right? Well, sadly that is what we've come to be taught that acting like a child, as an adult, means. But not for me. For me, it means to question anything and everything. Why is that the way it is? Why do we do that? Why do we act like this? Not to go all political on you, but I think if we all acted more that way - our nation would not be stuck in the rut that it is in now.
"If you don't like what is being said, change the conversation."
I want to live in a world where politicians question policies and budgets everyday, where designers ask why are doors square and scientists inquire how chemistry works. I want to live in a world of why nots and rule benders rather than robots.
I mean hey, do it now - and ask for forgiveness later right?
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Sunday, August 14, 2011
don't blink..
It seems like just yesterday that I was doing this very same thing. Trying to fit all of my clothes, accessories and that extra pair of heels into my already stuffed suitcase, praying that it won't go over 50 lbs like every girl prays that somehow that chocolate we ate won't go straight to our hips.
This summer has been so chock full of excitement, adventure and stress that I'm actually not so surprised that it blew by so quickly. But then again, I guess the tortoise and the hare phenomenon hasn't ever really applied to me.
On the eve of my departure, as I sit and look around the room that I've grown up in - things start to get sentimental. That door frame that I've run into countless times, the bathroom that my sister and I have made into our pride and joy of interior design, the window where I would sit and wait for my boyfriend's arrival, the desk where I mastered my BC Calculus course and the closet that somehow always opens up a little more space for that new dress that I just had to have. Even though I'm excited for what is to come, I can't help but wonder about what I'm leaving behind.
I truly feel as if I have become a different person over the past year of my life. For anyone who knew me well before, you would most likely say the same. I look at things in a different way, I celebrate smaller victories (I actually cried with joy last semester when I had time to get a haircut) and I'm a whirlwind of activity, on any given day who knows what I'm up to or where I am headed.
Well, tomorrow I'm off to the windy city. A city so big, powerful and bustling that it could blow any polished businessman off his feet the first day. Should I be worried? A barely twenty-one year old, on that awkward fence of being in the real world and clinging to youthful naivety? Probably. But honestly, even with my dumb luck, what's the worst that could happen... traumatic run-in with a hobo? exasperating attempt to catch the metro? cantankerous case of the measles? kerfuffle (yes dears, that is a real word) with the owner of the Chicago Cubs?
When you get right down to it, I'm pretty good at getting myself into predicaments. But if God leads you to it, he will lead you through it. So I say, brace yourself Chicago. Lauren is coming to town.
This summer has been so chock full of excitement, adventure and stress that I'm actually not so surprised that it blew by so quickly. But then again, I guess the tortoise and the hare phenomenon hasn't ever really applied to me.
On the eve of my departure, as I sit and look around the room that I've grown up in - things start to get sentimental. That door frame that I've run into countless times, the bathroom that my sister and I have made into our pride and joy of interior design, the window where I would sit and wait for my boyfriend's arrival, the desk where I mastered my BC Calculus course and the closet that somehow always opens up a little more space for that new dress that I just had to have. Even though I'm excited for what is to come, I can't help but wonder about what I'm leaving behind.
I truly feel as if I have become a different person over the past year of my life. For anyone who knew me well before, you would most likely say the same. I look at things in a different way, I celebrate smaller victories (I actually cried with joy last semester when I had time to get a haircut) and I'm a whirlwind of activity, on any given day who knows what I'm up to or where I am headed.
Well, tomorrow I'm off to the windy city. A city so big, powerful and bustling that it could blow any polished businessman off his feet the first day. Should I be worried? A barely twenty-one year old, on that awkward fence of being in the real world and clinging to youthful naivety? Probably. But honestly, even with my dumb luck, what's the worst that could happen... traumatic run-in with a hobo? exasperating attempt to catch the metro? cantankerous case of the measles? kerfuffle (yes dears, that is a real word) with the owner of the Chicago Cubs?
When you get right down to it, I'm pretty good at getting myself into predicaments. But if God leads you to it, he will lead you through it. So I say, brace yourself Chicago. Lauren is coming to town.
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
{diy}
Now that I've been back in the good ole' US of A long enough to realize that yes, people really do speak English here and stores don't use Euros but instead the American dollar, I am beginning to look forward. I've had too much fun spilling my beans about all the really great random things that I call my life, and I don't want that to come to an end just because I'm in the same country as all of you again.
So, here's the sitch. (cue Kim Possible ringtone) I'm going to continue this blog this summer by mixing the old with the new. A couple new stories, a couple flashbacks to things that I didn't get to from Spain, and a couple things that I have come across that every girl (and the occasional brave guy too!) should know. Because in the journey towards "pura vida" you've got to stop, breathe, and take it all in.
So what am I doing when I'm not "fiesta"-ing with the Spaniards? Well here's a little sneak peek into what's to come for me. This fall, I'm studying in Chicago. It's really a dream opportunity: working with top architecture firms in a thriving city, spending three months with some of the coolest most intelligent people I know, and pushing my limits of comfort by throwing myself into a new area to call home. But in an architectural world full of Helvetica and all black hipster outfits, what's a girl to do to retain her originality?
Well my friends, it's called the wonderful world of crafting. Take a trip down an aisle of Michael's, and if you aren't inspired you need to go get your head checked. With so many inexpensive ways to brighten a room, you can flex your imagination muscles and still have money to spend on that new dress that you really don't need!
In the days to come, I'm going to be posting my newest adventures, my successes, and my fails and hopefully lots of beautiful final projects! I hope yall will like them...!
hasta luego mis queridos!
So, here's the sitch. (cue Kim Possible ringtone) I'm going to continue this blog this summer by mixing the old with the new. A couple new stories, a couple flashbacks to things that I didn't get to from Spain, and a couple things that I have come across that every girl (and the occasional brave guy too!) should know. Because in the journey towards "pura vida" you've got to stop, breathe, and take it all in.
So what am I doing when I'm not "fiesta"-ing with the Spaniards? Well here's a little sneak peek into what's to come for me. This fall, I'm studying in Chicago. It's really a dream opportunity: working with top architecture firms in a thriving city, spending three months with some of the coolest most intelligent people I know, and pushing my limits of comfort by throwing myself into a new area to call home. But in an architectural world full of Helvetica and all black hipster outfits, what's a girl to do to retain her originality?
Well my friends, it's called the wonderful world of crafting. Take a trip down an aisle of Michael's, and if you aren't inspired you need to go get your head checked. With so many inexpensive ways to brighten a room, you can flex your imagination muscles and still have money to spend on that new dress that you really don't need!
In the days to come, I'm going to be posting my newest adventures, my successes, and my fails and hopefully lots of beautiful final projects! I hope yall will like them...!
hasta luego mis queridos!
Monday, June 27, 2011
time flies
No preocupes, I haven't been kidnapped "Taken" style and whisked away to some far away corner of los Vascos never to return. I simply have been enjoying being free from technology.
I know that there have been possibly about nine thousand articles saying this same thing, and I read them all on my Droid smartphone while browsing Facebook on my tank of a laptop. But seriously guys, you don't know how good it feels. I thought a month without a phone would be the most difficult thing in the world, but it has been so liberating. It can be slightly more challenging to make plans with people but remember, there WAS a time when our parents were alive when cell phones didn't exist, and shockeningly, people actually still met up and hung out! I know, crazy concept.
Since being in Spain, my outlook on things has changed. I take things in stride now - before had you told me I would be living in a closet without air conditioning with three other girls I may have run the other direction. But now that I'm here and have seen the way the rest of the world lives I can honestly say I am ashamed of the cavalier lifestyle that most Americans enjoy. People here are content living with much less than what we have at home. I am shocked and disgusted at the standards of living I have considered normal after seeing how thrilled my madre here is to own a flat that probably a 1/4 of the size of my house, and she shares it with 10 students.
But on the other hand before you think I've gone completely yuppie, I do have one large compliment for Amurica. (Yes, that was Amurica.) We have an impeccable work ethic. I can't express how obnoxious it is to try to do errands and have literally the entire city closed from 2 to 6. These stores don't open until 10 at the earliest, and most close for the day at 2 for the siesta, but never re-open. And they wonder why they have such a high unemployment rate... If they had a shift from 2-6, how many more people do you think would have jobs, and more people would buy things, which would better the economy.... but ughh I digress, this is not a political or economical blog I promise hahaha.
About a week ago (who knew I was having so much fun without you guys right?) I took a weekend trip to Mallorca, in the Islas Baleares. The beach there was gorgeous, but there were quite a lot of Germans there. It is a big area for vacations and the European equivalent of "spring break". But, because there are so many different cultures that come to visit - I got probably the biggest compliment on the trip so far. Walking up to a restaurant to eat, the waiter approached me and handed me a menu in what language? Spanish? Wrong. English? Nope. It was a menu in Dutch. Finally, I have managed to convince someone that I am not American. When I looked at the menu, confused, he quickly handed me one in German until he realized I was from the good 'ole US of A. Nonetheless, I'm pretty complimented that I don't blatantly look like a tourist!
The hostal where we stayed was "Hostal Atlanta". But when I think of a hostal, I think of a small dark room with 4 bed high bunk beds and a sketchy man in the corner clutching his suitcase. This was nothing like that. Our room was gorgeous and had three huge windows with plantation shutters and a huge door out to our very own patio. If you ever are in the area, stay there. Olly, the guy who runs the hostal, will become your best friend and you won't ever want to leave even to go back to a place as gorgeous as Alicante.
But now I'm off to get ready for the "fuegos artificiales" or as we know and love, fireworks. After Fogueres (which is a week of fiestas that I haven't even begun to tell you about yet- they have yet ANOTHER week of firework competitions. I'm telling you these people never stop...
I know that there have been possibly about nine thousand articles saying this same thing, and I read them all on my Droid smartphone while browsing Facebook on my tank of a laptop. But seriously guys, you don't know how good it feels. I thought a month without a phone would be the most difficult thing in the world, but it has been so liberating. It can be slightly more challenging to make plans with people but remember, there WAS a time when our parents were alive when cell phones didn't exist, and shockeningly, people actually still met up and hung out! I know, crazy concept.
Since being in Spain, my outlook on things has changed. I take things in stride now - before had you told me I would be living in a closet without air conditioning with three other girls I may have run the other direction. But now that I'm here and have seen the way the rest of the world lives I can honestly say I am ashamed of the cavalier lifestyle that most Americans enjoy. People here are content living with much less than what we have at home. I am shocked and disgusted at the standards of living I have considered normal after seeing how thrilled my madre here is to own a flat that probably a 1/4 of the size of my house, and she shares it with 10 students.
But on the other hand before you think I've gone completely yuppie, I do have one large compliment for Amurica. (Yes, that was Amurica.) We have an impeccable work ethic. I can't express how obnoxious it is to try to do errands and have literally the entire city closed from 2 to 6. These stores don't open until 10 at the earliest, and most close for the day at 2 for the siesta, but never re-open. And they wonder why they have such a high unemployment rate... If they had a shift from 2-6, how many more people do you think would have jobs, and more people would buy things, which would better the economy.... but ughh I digress, this is not a political or economical blog I promise hahaha.
About a week ago (who knew I was having so much fun without you guys right?) I took a weekend trip to Mallorca, in the Islas Baleares. The beach there was gorgeous, but there were quite a lot of Germans there. It is a big area for vacations and the European equivalent of "spring break". But, because there are so many different cultures that come to visit - I got probably the biggest compliment on the trip so far. Walking up to a restaurant to eat, the waiter approached me and handed me a menu in what language? Spanish? Wrong. English? Nope. It was a menu in Dutch. Finally, I have managed to convince someone that I am not American. When I looked at the menu, confused, he quickly handed me one in German until he realized I was from the good 'ole US of A. Nonetheless, I'm pretty complimented that I don't blatantly look like a tourist!
The hostal where we stayed was "Hostal Atlanta". But when I think of a hostal, I think of a small dark room with 4 bed high bunk beds and a sketchy man in the corner clutching his suitcase. This was nothing like that. Our room was gorgeous and had three huge windows with plantation shutters and a huge door out to our very own patio. If you ever are in the area, stay there. Olly, the guy who runs the hostal, will become your best friend and you won't ever want to leave even to go back to a place as gorgeous as Alicante.
But now I'm off to get ready for the "fuegos artificiales" or as we know and love, fireworks. After Fogueres (which is a week of fiestas that I haven't even begun to tell you about yet- they have yet ANOTHER week of firework competitions. I'm telling you these people never stop...
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
the heebie jeebies
We've been in Alicante since Sunday night, and so far things have been muy interesante. Our room is nice, but is approximately the size of the cupboard under the stairs in Harry Potter. Our first night was hot, but we were so tired that we didn't mind having to leave the window open. Until we felt little creepy crawlies on us at night and had to throw them off..
But, hey we're in Spain, at a gorgeous beach - we're not going to let a few bugs ruin our fun. And then, we saw it... Actually correction: Whitney saw it - because if I had, we would not still be here today. Some call it a beetle, some think it is a type of caterpillar. The Spanish call it a "cucaracha". Whatever you may call it, one thing is internationally accepted, it gives people the heebie jeebies. A nice, big 'ole juicy cockroach.
As it scuttled into the other room, it took with it all of our confidence in sleeping with our mouths open, and any grasp we still had on clean, spoiled, American living. Luckily, it may have been a one time fluke roach occurrence, as we haven't seen another (knock on wood). So hopefully, we only have flies and mosquitoes to be concerned with giving us the bug bites in the night.
Butttt you can never be too sure... so i am currently investigating what a cockroach bite looks like to diagnose the mysterious, itchy, strange-looking bug bite that has recently taken residence on my ankle.
UPDATE: I'll spare you the gruesome pictures, but good news... I would be in much deeper shit if I had actually been bitten by a cockroach - those bites looked more like you got attacked by fiery polka dots than my rather benign little red bump. I guess I will live to blog another day after all...
But, hey we're in Spain, at a gorgeous beach - we're not going to let a few bugs ruin our fun. And then, we saw it... Actually correction: Whitney saw it - because if I had, we would not still be here today. Some call it a beetle, some think it is a type of caterpillar. The Spanish call it a "cucaracha". Whatever you may call it, one thing is internationally accepted, it gives people the heebie jeebies. A nice, big 'ole juicy cockroach.
As it scuttled into the other room, it took with it all of our confidence in sleeping with our mouths open, and any grasp we still had on clean, spoiled, American living. Luckily, it may have been a one time fluke roach occurrence, as we haven't seen another (knock on wood). So hopefully, we only have flies and mosquitoes to be concerned with giving us the bug bites in the night.
Butttt you can never be too sure... so i am currently investigating what a cockroach bite looks like to diagnose the mysterious, itchy, strange-looking bug bite that has recently taken residence on my ankle.
UPDATE: I'll spare you the gruesome pictures, but good news... I would be in much deeper shit if I had actually been bitten by a cockroach - those bites looked more like you got attacked by fiery polka dots than my rather benign little red bump. I guess I will live to blog another day after all...
where in the world is carmen sandiego?
Well hello, all - I've finally resurfaced from across the big puddle. It's been awhile since I last updated you - and alot has happened since then, so I may need a couple posts to get caught up on everything..
But first, to explain my title - it does actually have significance and isn't totally random. Well, define random.. Anyways my Spanish name in school was always Carmen. Not really sure why, I guess it was as close as you could come to Lauren that could morph me into a fast-talking Spaniard from a Southern little Dutch girl. Secondly, it is the name of the game that my little sister and I played together when we were little. I guess you can say I'm reminiscing back to the good 'ole days...
So what have I been up to? To start, we have spent the past several days in the beautiful cities that form Andalucia. We have been in Cordoba, Sevilla and Granada touring numerous cathedrals, mezquitas and other monuments. We left Madrid behind us, but unfortunately, didn't leave all of it's diseases behind either.
I'm sure most of you current-event savvy kids have heard about the e-coli problems with vegetables in Europe in the past few weeks, well - we got a little dabble of that. My roommate, Nina, had eaten the bocadillio (Spanish term for a sandwich for lunch) that our madre had made us right before we left Madrid for lunch that day. Later in the day, she began to feel dizzy and the next day was very sick. Turns out, Spain still has house doctors- and one came to our hotel room and diagnosed her with a bacteria in her stomach. So, we think it was some sort of salmonella case, but Whitney and I have never been happier with our decision to pass on that sandwich, or we all would have been sick.
But in the end all is well, and after our grueling 6 hour bus ride in the heat (pretty sure we all almost passed out from a heat stroke) we made it to Plaza del Torres in hermosa Alicante, Spain. We were greeted by one of our roommates and Paula, our new madre's 16 year old sassy daughter who has proved to be a hilarious addition to our experience here.
But first, to explain my title - it does actually have significance and isn't totally random. Well, define random.. Anyways my Spanish name in school was always Carmen. Not really sure why, I guess it was as close as you could come to Lauren that could morph me into a fast-talking Spaniard from a Southern little Dutch girl. Secondly, it is the name of the game that my little sister and I played together when we were little. I guess you can say I'm reminiscing back to the good 'ole days...
So what have I been up to? To start, we have spent the past several days in the beautiful cities that form Andalucia. We have been in Cordoba, Sevilla and Granada touring numerous cathedrals, mezquitas and other monuments. We left Madrid behind us, but unfortunately, didn't leave all of it's diseases behind either.
I'm sure most of you current-event savvy kids have heard about the e-coli problems with vegetables in Europe in the past few weeks, well - we got a little dabble of that. My roommate, Nina, had eaten the bocadillio (Spanish term for a sandwich for lunch) that our madre had made us right before we left Madrid for lunch that day. Later in the day, she began to feel dizzy and the next day was very sick. Turns out, Spain still has house doctors- and one came to our hotel room and diagnosed her with a bacteria in her stomach. So, we think it was some sort of salmonella case, but Whitney and I have never been happier with our decision to pass on that sandwich, or we all would have been sick.
But in the end all is well, and after our grueling 6 hour bus ride in the heat (pretty sure we all almost passed out from a heat stroke) we made it to Plaza del Torres in hermosa Alicante, Spain. We were greeted by one of our roommates and Paula, our new madre's 16 year old sassy daughter who has proved to be a hilarious addition to our experience here.
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
our last night in madrid
Tonight is our last night in Madrid, it's bitter sweet because I can't say I'll miss thousands of people running into me on a daily basis, or the whiff of urine you get in the streets, but I don't think I'll ever be able to forget the gorgeous architecture in the city, my adorable madre and her flat, and all of the times we've had at the clubs - especially Moondance Mondays.
Last Sunday we went to a veteran's game of Real Madrid at their home stadium against a team from Munich, Germany. The stadium held about 107,000 people from what we heard and I think at least 100,000 people were there, and this wasn't even a real game. All the old players came back to play, including Zidane - but unfortunately he didn't headbutt anyone this game... what a letdown.
Today I visited the Puerta de Europa towers. For those of you who are actually normal and not architecture nerds - they lean at a 15 degree angle, and house their heaviest component, the HVAC system on the top of the building. In normal people terms: this thing should seriously fall down. The two towers lean towards each other and if you stand under one and look across, you can see the reflection on the face of the opposite tower. Unfortunately, it is a private office tower - so you can't go in. I studied it for a class last semester, and couldn't even find plans for it because it is "super-secret". But, when in spain.... live it up. I wanted to see the inside, so I walked in. I got about 5 pictures and was almost all the way through the first floor when a security guard came up to me laughing and told me I couldn't be in here or take pictures. I explained that I was studying architecture, hopefully somehow that would give me an in and I could run around the whole building... but that was a no-go. But, at least I got a few pictures!
Tonight we're visiting the lovely walls of ham legs of Museo del Jamon (translation: Museum of Ham.. hahaha) again before going out to celebrate our last night in Madrid. Then we're on to Sevilla, Cordoba, Granada and then finally the beautiful beaches of Alicante. I can't wait for tanning time!
Last Sunday we went to a veteran's game of Real Madrid at their home stadium against a team from Munich, Germany. The stadium held about 107,000 people from what we heard and I think at least 100,000 people were there, and this wasn't even a real game. All the old players came back to play, including Zidane - but unfortunately he didn't headbutt anyone this game... what a letdown.
Today I visited the Puerta de Europa towers. For those of you who are actually normal and not architecture nerds - they lean at a 15 degree angle, and house their heaviest component, the HVAC system on the top of the building. In normal people terms: this thing should seriously fall down. The two towers lean towards each other and if you stand under one and look across, you can see the reflection on the face of the opposite tower. Unfortunately, it is a private office tower - so you can't go in. I studied it for a class last semester, and couldn't even find plans for it because it is "super-secret". But, when in spain.... live it up. I wanted to see the inside, so I walked in. I got about 5 pictures and was almost all the way through the first floor when a security guard came up to me laughing and told me I couldn't be in here or take pictures. I explained that I was studying architecture, hopefully somehow that would give me an in and I could run around the whole building... but that was a no-go. But, at least I got a few pictures!
Tonight we're visiting the lovely walls of ham legs of Museo del Jamon (translation: Museum of Ham.. hahaha) again before going out to celebrate our last night in Madrid. Then we're on to Sevilla, Cordoba, Granada and then finally the beautiful beaches of Alicante. I can't wait for tanning time!
Saturday, June 4, 2011
slightly stupid
Today, we returned from El Escorial. We've been gone for the last two days on excursions and it is good to be back. Yesterday we visited Toledo, which I visited back in 10th grade and is still to this day one of my favorite cities in Spain because of all the rich crafts found in the city. During our free time, we walked into several stores - and one of the store owners we met was such an interesting guy. I sat and talked to him for a long time about how the knives were made, the different types, and learned a few new things about Muslim pottery made in Toledo as well. It was so nice to have someone actually take the time out of his day to explain in detail to me Toledo's history from a perspective not from a tour guide. It was an amazing trip and we've gotten crazy exercise in because I think we have literally walked about 10 miles in the past two days.
But, no rest for the weary yet because tonight is going to be epic. We bought tickets for a music festival event at Fabrik - the #2 Club IN THE WORLD. So, I'll let you know how great my legs feel tomorrow after dancing all night!
Now for some stories - since it seems like interesting occurrences happen to me on a daily basis. The other day - I saw a truly remarkable sight. No, it wasn't a monument, a rare historical item, or even an interesting city. It was a new form of hilarious - texting, and riding. You might think, oh riding in a car? Riding a bike? But no, it is better - texting, and riding a horse. The only thing that could make this more ridiculous is if it was done by a law enforcement individual. Well folks, it's your lucky day. Two policemen came strolling up on horses, with the one behind extremely absorbed in typing his text message. Suddenly, the horse stumbles - and the policeman all but falls off onto the ground. Clearly, I began laughing so hard I almost fell off the bench myself. He gave me a dirty look, gathered his pride and continued down the road. Just when you thought that we were safe of the dangers of texting, it strikes again!
As for my second story, I am slightly stupid (hence the title of this post). On the way to catch the bus to our excursion this morning, we were alerted that our metro line is closed. Oh happy day. So we begin the 30 minute walk that we have to make in 10 minutes, and quickly decided to just take a taxi. We were in such a rush, that I left my european cell phone in the taxi. I called my phone using a friends, and left a message (in spanish!) saying if anyone found this phone, to please call back this number. A few minutes later, we got a call. The taxi driver had found my phone and was bringing it to the "Lost and Found" for the City of Madrid. How awesome is it that a) the taxi driver was honest enough to not keep it for himself, b) actually took the time to get in touch with me and help me out, c) I actually understood what he was saying in Spanish, and d) there is a city-run "Lost and Found". USA, we need to get on that.
Until next time..
But, no rest for the weary yet because tonight is going to be epic. We bought tickets for a music festival event at Fabrik - the #2 Club IN THE WORLD. So, I'll let you know how great my legs feel tomorrow after dancing all night!
Now for some stories - since it seems like interesting occurrences happen to me on a daily basis. The other day - I saw a truly remarkable sight. No, it wasn't a monument, a rare historical item, or even an interesting city. It was a new form of hilarious - texting, and riding. You might think, oh riding in a car? Riding a bike? But no, it is better - texting, and riding a horse. The only thing that could make this more ridiculous is if it was done by a law enforcement individual. Well folks, it's your lucky day. Two policemen came strolling up on horses, with the one behind extremely absorbed in typing his text message. Suddenly, the horse stumbles - and the policeman all but falls off onto the ground. Clearly, I began laughing so hard I almost fell off the bench myself. He gave me a dirty look, gathered his pride and continued down the road. Just when you thought that we were safe of the dangers of texting, it strikes again!
As for my second story, I am slightly stupid (hence the title of this post). On the way to catch the bus to our excursion this morning, we were alerted that our metro line is closed. Oh happy day. So we begin the 30 minute walk that we have to make in 10 minutes, and quickly decided to just take a taxi. We were in such a rush, that I left my european cell phone in the taxi. I called my phone using a friends, and left a message (in spanish!) saying if anyone found this phone, to please call back this number. A few minutes later, we got a call. The taxi driver had found my phone and was bringing it to the "Lost and Found" for the City of Madrid. How awesome is it that a) the taxi driver was honest enough to not keep it for himself, b) actually took the time to get in touch with me and help me out, c) I actually understood what he was saying in Spanish, and d) there is a city-run "Lost and Found". USA, we need to get on that.
Until next time..
Monday, May 30, 2011
salamanca y segovia
I know I haven't written in awhile, but I've been so busy running around the country!
Last weekend we visited Segovia and Salamanca. The churches there are beyond beautiful. Salamanca has such rich history - and was a cute city, but a little on the touristy side. We visited la Universidad de Salamanca, where we learned all about the traditions of the school in the past. Turns out Obama has had a conference in one of the classrooms too. But my favorite part was the graduation ceremonies for the students. At graduation, the student enters into a dark room. If they have passed their final exam, huge doors open out to the city and one by one each of the bells chime across the entire city. But if they have not passed, a small door is opened - and they are kicked out FOREVER. A little harsh if you ask me, but still honorable.
Segovia was much smaller and was set with a beautiful mountainside in the background. Legend is, there is a woman who's shape you can see in the mountains. It's a little bit of a stretch, but I saw it. But by far my favorite was the aqueduct. Built by the Romans, they still look as if they were built yesterday.
But enough of my travels, what has Spanish life been like? Well - they are seriously obsessed with ham. Like to a point of ridiculousness. I think there is a "Museo del Jamon" within 2 minutes of you in any direction at any point in this country. But the newest thing I've tried is this sandwich that they are all about - it is two pieces of toast with ham, cheese and a sunny-side up egg. The egg goes on top, and they cut a circle out of the bread where the yolk is so that it can oh-so-conveniently squirt all over you. It's actually pretty good, but probably the messiest thing I have ever tried to eat.
Spain has definitely broadened my food tastes, but baby could I use some Subway right about now... Hasta pronto, mis amores!
Last weekend we visited Segovia and Salamanca. The churches there are beyond beautiful. Salamanca has such rich history - and was a cute city, but a little on the touristy side. We visited la Universidad de Salamanca, where we learned all about the traditions of the school in the past. Turns out Obama has had a conference in one of the classrooms too. But my favorite part was the graduation ceremonies for the students. At graduation, the student enters into a dark room. If they have passed their final exam, huge doors open out to the city and one by one each of the bells chime across the entire city. But if they have not passed, a small door is opened - and they are kicked out FOREVER. A little harsh if you ask me, but still honorable.
Segovia was much smaller and was set with a beautiful mountainside in the background. Legend is, there is a woman who's shape you can see in the mountains. It's a little bit of a stretch, but I saw it. But by far my favorite was the aqueduct. Built by the Romans, they still look as if they were built yesterday.
But enough of my travels, what has Spanish life been like? Well - they are seriously obsessed with ham. Like to a point of ridiculousness. I think there is a "Museo del Jamon" within 2 minutes of you in any direction at any point in this country. But the newest thing I've tried is this sandwich that they are all about - it is two pieces of toast with ham, cheese and a sunny-side up egg. The egg goes on top, and they cut a circle out of the bread where the yolk is so that it can oh-so-conveniently squirt all over you. It's actually pretty good, but probably the messiest thing I have ever tried to eat.
Spain has definitely broadened my food tastes, but baby could I use some Subway right about now... Hasta pronto, mis amores!
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
life is a bowl of zucchini soup
There it was. Sitting right in front of me. Green, viscous and infiltrated by mysterious evergreen particles... my dinner. A steamy bowl of yum, zucchini soup.
Well if you know me at all you know this is enough to send me running for the hills. If it it doesn't contain bread or American cheese, chances are I don't like it. But these are the times in life to expand my boundaries, so I went for it - and you'll be glad to know I finished the whole bowl and I'm still alive to tell the tale. It was actually really pretty good.
Spain has been such a crazy adventure. I've been here only a few days but I already feel natural here, except for when our group of 30 people walks around together in our backpacks and blatantly American clothing hahaha. Today I found the cutest little Spanish Thai restaurant called "Bangkok Thai". Yes, I know it's not really authentic spanish cuisine, but I was craving some chicken and fried rice. It was a cute little place set up in one of the shops near the el Sol and Opera area. For 11 euros, you got an appetizer, a dinner, dessert and a drink. Chances are- I will be back. The only setback was after I proudly ordered my meal in Spanish, the guy looks at me and goes "Okay, thankyou". Whomp. Oh well, I'm pretty sure I'm never going to be able to make myself pass for Spanish with my hair.
Tomorrow we have our last day of classes for the week, and then we are off to Salamanca for the weekend. I can't wait to see what is in store for us there!
This trip has definitely thrown me out of my comfort zone, but I think we all need that sometimes in life. You don't know what you have until it's gone - and this only makes me appreciate life at home that much more.
You have to live a little - sometimes life is just a bowl of zucchini soup.
Well if you know me at all you know this is enough to send me running for the hills. If it it doesn't contain bread or American cheese, chances are I don't like it. But these are the times in life to expand my boundaries, so I went for it - and you'll be glad to know I finished the whole bowl and I'm still alive to tell the tale. It was actually really pretty good.
Spain has been such a crazy adventure. I've been here only a few days but I already feel natural here, except for when our group of 30 people walks around together in our backpacks and blatantly American clothing hahaha. Today I found the cutest little Spanish Thai restaurant called "Bangkok Thai". Yes, I know it's not really authentic spanish cuisine, but I was craving some chicken and fried rice. It was a cute little place set up in one of the shops near the el Sol and Opera area. For 11 euros, you got an appetizer, a dinner, dessert and a drink. Chances are- I will be back. The only setback was after I proudly ordered my meal in Spanish, the guy looks at me and goes "Okay, thankyou". Whomp. Oh well, I'm pretty sure I'm never going to be able to make myself pass for Spanish with my hair.
Tomorrow we have our last day of classes for the week, and then we are off to Salamanca for the weekend. I can't wait to see what is in store for us there!
This trip has definitely thrown me out of my comfort zone, but I think we all need that sometimes in life. You don't know what you have until it's gone - and this only makes me appreciate life at home that much more.
You have to live a little - sometimes life is just a bowl of zucchini soup.
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
cotton-eyed joe
The first night as a group (well, most of us) was a success. We ended up having a club promoter approach us and offer us free stuff and the VIP section to come into his club - but after having already experienced this once earlier in the night we weren't really sure what we were getting ourselves into. Luckily, "Moon Dance" sweet name I know was a success. We walked in and "I Feel Like A Woman" by Shania Twain was blasting. It seems like even if it is all in English, the people in Spain will still belt out the lyrics at the top of their lungs.
We all were just starting to get accustomed to the club when suddenly all of the screens overhead turned to American Flags. Then, "Cotton-Eyed Joe" came blasting through the speakers. So, this is what they think of America hahahaha - but not helping the stereotype, we all started yelling and dancing like it was our favorite song in the world.
Today was our first full day of classes - unfortunately the class is pretty boring, we are learning about the history of Spanish Literature - from 9am to 1pm... Afterwards we went and toured the Museo del Prado and saw all of the paintings of Goya and Velásquez. But we are learning so much just from living here and talking to our madre, each other and other people we meet along the way in Spanish. We've only been here two days and it already feels natural.
Hasta pronto...
We all were just starting to get accustomed to the club when suddenly all of the screens overhead turned to American Flags. Then, "Cotton-Eyed Joe" came blasting through the speakers. So, this is what they think of America hahahaha - but not helping the stereotype, we all started yelling and dancing like it was our favorite song in the world.
Today was our first full day of classes - unfortunately the class is pretty boring, we are learning about the history of Spanish Literature - from 9am to 1pm... Afterwards we went and toured the Museo del Prado and saw all of the paintings of Goya and Velásquez. But we are learning so much just from living here and talking to our madre, each other and other people we meet along the way in Spanish. We've only been here two days and it already feels natural.
Hasta pronto...
Monday, May 23, 2011
i see london, i see france
Hola desde Espana! I have been in Spain for almost 24 hours now, and it has already been a blast. Not without a few issues though- I told yall I would have some stories for you.
So we made it through Dulles no problem - in fact it was easy, too easy... After 8 hours of old people coughing, strange airplane food and so little leg space that a five year old would be squished we arrived in London. We thought everything would be tea and crumpets from here, but little did we know we had to go through security again. Well, if you know me you know that I always find a way to overcomplicate my life without even meaning to do so, and this was no exception. Silly, silly me left my quart-size bag of liquids in my backpack instead of taking it out and putting it in the bin separately. Obviously, this is a criminal offense.
When I saw my backpack pulled off to the side for extra-screening, I figured there wouldn't be much to it. But instead, I got questioned. "Are there any liquids in this bag?" to which I replied confused "There shouldn't be" because I had not yet realized I never took them out. So, the oh so chipper (heavy sarcasm) TSA agent emptied the contents of my backpack and held up my bag of liquids. Immediately I apologized and told her I did not realize that I had forgotten to take them out, to which she proceeded to lecture me on lying and insinuated that I knew that I had them in my backpack all along because they were all together in my allowed quart-size bag. With a dirty look, she told me she would have to take them to the side for testing. Luckily, I came out alive with no awkward pat downs and have never been more grateful to have my contact solution and toothpaste safe and sound with me.
But enough of the debbie downer talk, where is the good stuff? Well, when I finally found my flat after knocking on pretty much every door in the building (spanish flats are poorly labelled) the door was finally opened by my beaming Spanish mother. For the first meal, she made us spaghetti with salad and bread (which I was very thankful for given that it wasn't some weird food) but for dessert she made us the most amazing sugary waffle with chocolate fudge and whipped cream that I think I have ever had in my life. The best part, it was warm, fresh out of the oven.
I have so much more to tell, but I want to avoid turning this post into a novel. More to come tomorrow, or possibly even tonight!
Hasta luego mis amores...
So we made it through Dulles no problem - in fact it was easy, too easy... After 8 hours of old people coughing, strange airplane food and so little leg space that a five year old would be squished we arrived in London. We thought everything would be tea and crumpets from here, but little did we know we had to go through security again. Well, if you know me you know that I always find a way to overcomplicate my life without even meaning to do so, and this was no exception. Silly, silly me left my quart-size bag of liquids in my backpack instead of taking it out and putting it in the bin separately. Obviously, this is a criminal offense.
When I saw my backpack pulled off to the side for extra-screening, I figured there wouldn't be much to it. But instead, I got questioned. "Are there any liquids in this bag?" to which I replied confused "There shouldn't be" because I had not yet realized I never took them out. So, the oh so chipper (heavy sarcasm) TSA agent emptied the contents of my backpack and held up my bag of liquids. Immediately I apologized and told her I did not realize that I had forgotten to take them out, to which she proceeded to lecture me on lying and insinuated that I knew that I had them in my backpack all along because they were all together in my allowed quart-size bag. With a dirty look, she told me she would have to take them to the side for testing. Luckily, I came out alive with no awkward pat downs and have never been more grateful to have my contact solution and toothpaste safe and sound with me.
But enough of the debbie downer talk, where is the good stuff? Well, when I finally found my flat after knocking on pretty much every door in the building (spanish flats are poorly labelled) the door was finally opened by my beaming Spanish mother. For the first meal, she made us spaghetti with salad and bread (which I was very thankful for given that it wasn't some weird food) but for dessert she made us the most amazing sugary waffle with chocolate fudge and whipped cream that I think I have ever had in my life. The best part, it was warm, fresh out of the oven.
I have so much more to tell, but I want to avoid turning this post into a novel. More to come tomorrow, or possibly even tonight!
Hasta luego mis amores...
Saturday, May 21, 2011
my bags are packed, i'm on my way
Well, since Australia and China are okay and it's looking like the world isn't going to end today (since we were all SO concerned), looks like I'm on my way to Spain!
I've managed to fit my life into two suitcases - don't joke on me, one big one, one carry on, a back pack and my new snazzy over the shoulder purse. Most likely I will need 10% of these super important clothes, knick knacks and other nonsense that I've packed but hey, let a girl live a little.
My next post will hopefully be from Europe! And, since I can't get this song out of my head it only felt right to share it with you all...
So kiss me, and smile for me, tell me that you'll wait for me..
I've managed to fit my life into two suitcases - don't joke on me, one big one, one carry on, a back pack and my new snazzy over the shoulder purse. Most likely I will need 10% of these super important clothes, knick knacks and other nonsense that I've packed but hey, let a girl live a little.
My next post will hopefully be from Europe! And, since I can't get this song out of my head it only felt right to share it with you all...
So kiss me, and smile for me, tell me that you'll wait for me..
Friday, May 20, 2011
en las ultimas horas..
This time tomorrow, I'll be on my way! It seems like I just got home, and now I'm leaving again. They say you don't know what you have until it's gone, and I think I'm starting to notice that. The comforts of home, the assurances of knowing there will be normal (or at least relatively edible) food on the table, the ease of when there is a problem having someone actually speak English back to you (well... okay most of the time).
Tomorrow I'm leaving all of that behind. Let's hope that it's worth it. I'm just sure I've forgotten to pack something important, but that will make for a pretty interesting story to tell later.
Now let's just pray I don't get flagged as a terrorist by the TSA agents...
Adios, los Estados Unidos..
ps: must find way to incorporate proper spanish symbols and grammar into my posts?!
Tomorrow I'm leaving all of that behind. Let's hope that it's worth it. I'm just sure I've forgotten to pack something important, but that will make for a pretty interesting story to tell later.
Now let's just pray I don't get flagged as a terrorist by the TSA agents...
Adios, los Estados Unidos..
ps: must find way to incorporate proper spanish symbols and grammar into my posts?!
Thursday, May 19, 2011
ya casi nos vamos..
In two days, I will be jet-setting across the big puddle over to Spain. I've done all the packing, all the shopping, all the preparing for spending the next six weeks of my life thrown into a new culture. I've managed to fit almost my entire closet into a suitcase weighing under 50 lbs, and have (shockingly) limited myself to 5 pairs of shoes for the trip- perhaps the most difficult part of the preparation.
With as well-prepared as I am, I'm still not quite sure what to expect. Will I be running for the hills or will the days fly by? Either way, I am most unsure of how to document these fleeting moments of drama, horror, comedy and confusion that are sure to be headed my way.
So who am I? Sometimes I don't even know myself anymore. I went to bed an average college student hoping for classes to go my way, and woke up a world traveler with my life playing out in front of me. It seems like I am quickly approaching the day where we all (GASP) become real people and I'm not so sure how to feel about that.
So this is one of those points where you get to take your life down one road, or the other. The moment where you make decisions that will shape the experiences, successes and setbacks that you will have for the rest of your life. Well, that's a good way to give yourself an anxiety attack.
I guess the only way is to move forward towards the "pura vida". The pure life. Leave behind your uncertainties, shed yourself of the weight of the hardships behind you and just enjoy every moment of life. We're only here for a short time, so spread your joy like every day is your last.
Don't blink...
With as well-prepared as I am, I'm still not quite sure what to expect. Will I be running for the hills or will the days fly by? Either way, I am most unsure of how to document these fleeting moments of drama, horror, comedy and confusion that are sure to be headed my way.
So who am I? Sometimes I don't even know myself anymore. I went to bed an average college student hoping for classes to go my way, and woke up a world traveler with my life playing out in front of me. It seems like I am quickly approaching the day where we all (GASP) become real people and I'm not so sure how to feel about that.
So this is one of those points where you get to take your life down one road, or the other. The moment where you make decisions that will shape the experiences, successes and setbacks that you will have for the rest of your life. Well, that's a good way to give yourself an anxiety attack.
I guess the only way is to move forward towards the "pura vida". The pure life. Leave behind your uncertainties, shed yourself of the weight of the hardships behind you and just enjoy every moment of life. We're only here for a short time, so spread your joy like every day is your last.
Don't blink...
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