Pause

I'll have been home from Spain for two weeks tomorrow.

I've been too busy to miss anything other than my friends so far.  In the past two weeks I have:

• eaten half a jar of peanut butter in a week, all by myself
• re-read all the Beka Cooper books
• rock-climbed for the first time
• drove 9 hours through rural Indiana, by myself, also for the first time
• ran eighteen billion errands around campus
• finished classes for the semester
• carried a lot of boxes
• seen a whole lot of friends (though not enough; it's never enough)
• gone to formal and had a blast
• gotten very far behind in my journal
• cleaned out my entire closet

If this is any indication of what this summer is going to be like, it'll be a busy, fun one.  Last night I finally got my first full night of sleep since before leaving Spain.  

Since this is a travel blog and I'm now home for the summer, it'll be quiet around here for a while, I imagine.  Hopefully someday I'll have reason to travel-blog again, though.

Últimos días

Since it was so beautiful out yesterday we decided to take our study session outdoors.  We sat on the roof of the town hall for about an hour before moving on.  This is the view of the aquaduct from there.

Mateo fearlessly leading the way

If there are books out, that means we're actually studying, right?

Rainy day in Marseille

It rained Saturday.  All day.  Despite that, we spent most of the day outside, wandering the city.  

 The Cathedral was definitely a lot different from the cathedrals that I've seen in Spain.  There were electric lights, for one thing.

Of course we found the music.

Observations on the importance of travel preparation

This past weekend a friend and I went to France.  

I don't speak French.

For some reason, it didn't occur to me that this would be a huge problem.  I took French for 3 years ages ago, and made no effort to retain what I learned; in reality, I hated French for the entirety of those years.  Still, I figured that if I reviewed a little before we left it wouldn't be too hard to get by.  Plus, France is close to Spain, so some people probably would speak Spanish, and the internet said that most people in the town we went to spoke English.

False.  Barely anyone spoke English, and I didn't encounter any Spanish speakers at all.  I guess I've been spoiled by the places that I have travelled; I've travelled quite a bit throughout Spain and a bit in Great Britain; even in Portugal everyone that we encountered spoke either English or Spanish.  

I really don't want to perpetuate the stereotype of the stupid American who travels and expects to hear English everywhere, but I know that it was my own fault for making stupid mistakes when it came to preparing for this trip.  So, it only makes sense that I think about the lesson that I learned!

How to prepare for a short trip to where you don't speak the language:

1. Prepare ahead of time.  As in, not two hours before the flight.  Give yourself enough time to actually retain some of the information you're looking up.

2. Listen to the phrases out loud.  Being able to read a useful phrase, being able to say it, and being able to understand it when it is said to you are three completely different skills.  Practice each of them before leaving.

3. If you write down useful questions, make sure to research possible answers.  Being able to ask "Where am I?" is not very useful if you don't know basic directions. 

4. Numbers. Similar to number 3, "How much" won't get you very far if you don't understand numbers.

5. Learn basic verbs.  I didn't think to look up the infinitives of basic verbs that we use all the time here.  If I went back I would be sure to know things like to be, to have, and to go, in addition to phrases.

6. Situational phrases.  Airport parts, general signs, bathrooms.  All important.  

It seems like a lot of work to prepare to go somewhere where you don't know the language.  Despite what I've just said, I actually did do some leg work ahead of time; most of it was only halfway useful, though. I think that this comes down to knowing what you need to be prepared.  If I were to be going somewhere for more than a weekend I would probably invest in a pocket dictionary, and actually really make an effort to learn before hand.  It would be worth the time and effort to not feel completely useless for days.  

Málaga: el Alcazar

In the middle of downtown Málaga there's what appears, from the ground, to be some sort of stone ruin.  There's a brick path to follow to get in to it; this leads to an office where you have to pay to get in.  We almost turned back, but I'm so glad that we didn't, for two reasons.  First, admission was 60 cents with a student id.  Second, we got to see what was probably the coolest structure that I've been in in Spain.  Inside the alcazar we found beautiful gardins, balconies overlooking the city, and  a palace.  The path inside keeps going up and up, and from the top we could see all of Malaga to one side, and mountains and the sea to the other.  It was gorgeous.

It was hot and sunny, but there was a cool sea breeze rolling in.  All of Malaga smells incredible, from some sort of floral tree; it smelled even better inside the alcazar.  As if things couldn't get any better, from the top of where we climbed to we could hear the music from the processions.  Sure, I'll take a band concert from the top of a tower.  

Málaga: Procession

A big part of Semana Santa anywhere in Spain is the Procession, when the town's Virgin statue is taken from the church and paraded around the town.  From what we discussed in class it's usually a solemn event in the north; in the south, it's a festival.  There were marching bands closing every procession, and street vendors selling roasted almonds and ice cream.  

Catedral de Málaga y Las Tías

Our second day in Málaga Jenna and I went to see the Picasso museum and to visit the catedral with some people that we met in the hostel.  Our new friends were three women around our mothers' ages: Blanca, Mariajose, and Chita.  They were really nice and funny, and we had a great time spending the morning with them.  It was extra cool in that we really weren't having ay trouble communicating.  They called themselves our spanish aunts, and kept trying to convince us that we should meet their sons.  I know that hostels make some people really nervous (hey mom) but you can meet some really cool people there. 

Oh, and the catedral was cool.

Los legionarios y el puerto de Málaga

One of the first things that we did once arriving in Málaga was to find the port.  We arrived just in time for the beginning of the Semana Santa activities, with the Legionairios arriving via battleship in to the harbor.  We sat opposite the crowd for a while, enjoying the view of the mountains and the sea, before moving over to be part of the crowd.  

The soldiers were all singing as the ship sailed in.  There was a band with them, repeating the same song over and over.  It would have been really cool if the trumpets had been in tune...

The reason that they were there is that they start the processions toward the church where the Virgin is. From there the Virgin is paraded through the streets all day, followed by marching bands and sometimes crying people.