Adios, Spain

Wow, this is the end, isn't it? I can't believe I only have four days left in Spain. On one hand, I feel as though I've been here forever, and on the other, I feel as though I just got here yesterday, slightly overwhelmed by culture shock. It's been an amazing experience, and this really made me believe that everyone should study abroad at some point in their lives.

But before I start waxing nostalgic about everything I'm going to miss, I did do a few interesting things this past week. Last Tuesday we had the day off for a Spanish holiday, so a few of us took the train to El Escorial, which is a royal palace, monastery, and museum. It was built by Felipe II. It was interesting to see because I've learned about it in my Art History class (of course...). Here it is:

Not far from there is Franco's tomb, a controversial place to visit because Franco, as everyone knows, was a horrible dictator, but his tomb on a mountain has a fancy church and the biggest cross in Spain jutting out rather impressively from the top. The trip was kind of a failure because the church itself was closed for renovations and it was so foggy that you couldn't even really see the giant cross. I only got one picture where you can kind of see it:

Yesterday we went bowling for my friend's 21st birthday. I bowled a 75 (I think I need some practice). It was a lot of fun, and afterwards we went to a club in Madrid called Kapital. Now I can say I truly experienced Spanish nightlife because I didn't get home until 6:30 this morning.

From here on out, it's just studying for finals, packing, and saying goodbye to Spain. There are a lot of things about life here that I'm going to miss, but I'll start with what I'm not going to miss: siesta. Yes, others like the idea of sleeping in the middle of the day, but it's just not for me. I don't do naps. Moreover, everything closes for three hours, so if you don't feel like napping... well, there's not much else you can do. But let's get to the things I will miss:

-Plaza de Cervantes. It's where my friends and I always meet up, right in the middle of Alcala, and it's a great place to chill and people watch.

-Calle Mayor. Right off of Plaza de Cervantes, it's the main street where no cars can go, with lots of shops and tapas bars.

-Walking everywhere. I like having everything within walking distance. It's nice, when it's not too cold out. Also, my calf muscles are insane.

-Traveling. While my checking account could use a break from all the plane-ticket-sized holes I've been poking in it, it's great having easy access to all of Europe. Not only did I manage to get around a good chunk of Spain, but I also went to Athens, Paris, London, Amsterdam, and Rome. Not bad, eh?

-My madre's food. My host mom is a great cook, and everything is homemade. Spanish food is delicious, and I will miss not only the food itself but also the eating schedule.

-Speaking Spanish. It's a lot of fun when you're almost fluent!

-Trips to Madrid. We love the Renfe train that takes us into the city. I've taken it so many times, in fact, that I can list all 14 stops on the one that runs from Alcala to the far edge of Madrid: Alcala de Henares, La Garena, Torrejon, San Fernando, Coslada, Vicalvaro, Santa Eugenia, Vallecas, El Pozo, A. Entrevias, Atocha, Recoletos, Nuevos Ministerios, Chamartin.

-The weather. Apparently this warm weather is extremely unusual, but I think even their normal weather is still warmer than Chicago.

-Study sessions in Cafe Continental. It's a very cute cafe in which we congregate when we need to go over our Spanish poetry or history.

-Sangria. From both Media Pinta, our favorite Tuesday night Irish pub, as well as Balcones de Alcala, the tapas bar that my family frequented for dinner when they were here.

-Free tapas. Alcala de Henares actually has the best tapas in Spain because they give you the most food here. And as every good college student knows, free food is always a good thing!

-The people not coming back to Butler. Our group of eleven has gotten quite close over this semester. I know that while things will be different when everyone goes back to their own lives, the ones from Butler will still get together. But two of our number are from Valparaiso University, though that really isn't too far. Then there's our token Australian friend, who will be sorely missed by everyone when he goes back to the southern hemisphere.

It may seem as though I'm not excited to come home; I assure you, I am. I can't wait to see my friends and family, to celebrate Christmas, to freeze my butt off in the good ol' Chicago winter (that last one may have been a bit sarcastic...). But after living here for three and a half months, it feels as though I'm leaving part of my life behind, a very interesting, fun, exciting, and eye-opening part that gave me so many opportunities and new experiences. Thankfully, I'll always have pictures and this lovely blog to remind me of all the good times in Spain.

Our group, one of the first days here, on our very first trip into Madrid. Oh, how far we've come.

Next weekend: Home.

Adios,

Joanna

When in Rome...

...do as the Romans do.

Rome is amazing, and I'm so glad I had three full days to explore the city. The first day was a bit rainy, so we decided to spend it doing the indoor sightseeing: namely, the Vatican. The Vatican museums are gigantic, so we made the smart decision to jump on a tour, which ran us straight to the Sistine Chapel since it was closing early, and then took us through the important parts of the museums. The Sistine Chapel is just as gorgeous as everyone would expect it to be, seeing all that famous art in person. Interestingly, the most famous part--the two fingers touching in The Creation of Adam--isn't even Michaelangelo's. That part of the ceiling fell off at one point a while ago and some unknown painter redid it. Sorry to disappoint. Also, you're not allowed to take pictures inside the Sistine Chapel unless you're Japanese. It was really dirty a few years ago so they decided to do some restoration (cleaning), and whoever won the opportunity to clean it got the rights to the art. Some Japanese company did it, and they stipulated that no one could take pictures except their countrymen. So there you go. Everyone's wishing they were Japanese now, right?

Anyway, after that we checked out St. Peter's Basilica, which is huge and quite beautiful. On our way back to the hostel, we stopped at the Spanish steps, took a walk through a shopping district (all designer brands, yikes), and finished at the Trevi Fountain. This was cool to see at night since it was all lit up, though it was raining a bit. That evening the guys who ran the hostel made dinner for everyone: bruschetta, pesto lasagna, tiramisu, sangria, and limoncello (all for 5 euros!). I love Italian food.

The next day was sunny and warm, feeling more like late September than early December, and we headed over to the Colosseum. First stop was Palatine Hill and the Roman Forum, which is where all the other ruins are. After a nice stroll through ancient times, we finally entered the Colosseum. It's just as impressive as you'd expect it to be. It's also gigantic, and you can just picture thousands of people gathering there 2,000 years ago to watch the gladiators duke it out. Next to the Colosseum is Circus Maximus, which is a massive oval area where they used to have chariot racing. There's not much left there except a big field of grass, but it's a nice place to sit down and watch people jogging and walking their dogs.

After walking back from the Colosseum, we satisfied our morbid side with a visit to the Cappuccini Crypt. It's inside a church and not very big, but the rooms are completely decorated with human bones: altarpieces made of skulls, bone chandeliers, and even full upright skeletons wearing monk outfits. Not only is it fascinating to see how they constructed all the designs out of bones, but it's also, in a gruesome sort of way, beautiful and artistic.

From there, we went to see the Pantheon, the famous temple to all the gods of Ancient Rome. It's amazing how well-preserved it is compared to the Parthenon in Athens: the Pantheon is one of the best preserved of all the Roman buildings. In the Middle Ages it was converted into a Cristian church, and today it's mostly a tomb with some famous painters like Rafael buried there. We didn't go inside because there was some kind of mass going on, so we just sat in the plaza eating gelato and people-watching.

For our last day, we decided to take it easy. We headed back over to the Spanish steps and then walked to the Trevi Fountain again to see those sites in daytime, and we wandered in and out of souvenir shops until lunch, which was gnocchi. Then we headed back to the hostel, got our stuff, hung out for a bit, and went to our little pastry shop on the corner. I am newly obsessed with hazelnut gelato. We also each got a cannoli, which was unbelievable. Italians really know food.

Then it was time to go. Unfortunately, leaving Rome was tainted by all sorts of airline mishaps, but I won't leave this on a bad note. Rome was totally worth the horrible traveling, and to prove it, I'll leave you with some of my favorite pictures:

Me in front of the dome of St. Peter's Basilica

Colosseum

Cappuccini Crypt

Spanish Steps

Trevi Fountain

Next weekend: my last weekend in Spain! I can hardly believe it. How sad! Look out for a wrap-up post in which I go over what I'll miss most (or least) about life in Spain.

Amsterdam: More Than Just Coffeeshops

...and by coffeeshop, you know I mean a shop that doesn't actually specialize in coffee, right? Anyway, while there are plenty of those, there's also a lot more to Amsterdam that people seem to forget about due to its reputation fraught with debauchery.

Before Amsterdam, though, you are all aware of that very American holiday that always takes place on Thursdays, the one with the pilgrims and the Indians... Yes, we had ourselves a Very Spanish Thanksgiving! I made two pumpkin pies courtesy of the ingredients my family brought, everyone else made dishes as well, and we came together at my professor's apartment for lunch. Some of our Spanish professors came as well to enjoy the American merriment, and our Australian friend was excited to try his first piece of pumpkin pie.

On Friday, we headed off to Amsterdam, but we got in late so we didn't actually do anything there until Saturday. The first thing we did was go to the Anne Frank house: the actual place where the Franks hid during WWII, now converted into a museum. We got to climb the steep stairs up to where Anne and her family lived, never able to go outside or open the thick curtains that kept out all the light. It was definitely a powerful place to go, and it even had Anne's original diary on temporary display.

To cheer ourselves up, we spent the rest of the day exploring the city: walking around by the canals, almost getting run over by bicyclists (everyone there rides around on a bike), and checking out all the shops, since as it turns out the street our hostel was on is jam-packed with shopping. That evening we tried to find our way to the red-light district, and we got to a street that had a lot of rather x-rated stores, so I'm assuming we were close, but I don't know if we ever quite made it. Oh well, seeing prostitutes in lit-up windows isn't really on my to-do list anyway.

The next day we walked over to the Rijksmuseum, which is an art museum featuring plenty of Dutch painters, including Rembrandt. It was cool, but disappointingly small for the price. Several paintings featured a sport called "colf," which appears to be golf on ice (my thoughts: what a double-whammy, you're playing a boring sport AND you're going to fall down). Anyway, there were other museums that would have been cool to check out--the Van Gogh museum, the Torture Museum (featuring an assortment of Medieval torture devices), or Madame Toussaud's wax museum, but alas, our pockets could not handle the stress of all the entrance fees, so we declined.

Verdict: Amsterdam is a gorgeous city, and there are quite a few touristy things to do for those who aren't just going on a pot pilgrimage, but a few days there is probably enough to satisfy the average traveler. Now, pictures:

One of many canals, and some typical Amsterdam architecture.

The canal at night.

A Blues Brothers themed coffeeshop (I couldn't resist).

Next weekend: Roman ruins, catacombs, the Colosseum--that's right, friends, the last stop on our European tour is ROME!

London: Like Seattle but with Accents

No, I've never been to Seattle, but I hear it's gloomy and rainy all the time there, which is exactly what London is like, except they have cool English accents there. But let me back up a bit because the first stop this weekend was a Friday trip to Toledo, a nice Spanish town with a castle, a huge cathedral, and the ubiquitous winding cobbled streets. Unfortunately we didn't actually do a whole lot but walk around. We went inside one monastery and we got to see the painting El Entierro del Conde de Orgaz, which we've studied in my art class. We also tried marzipan, which is apparently huge there, and considering it consists mainly of sugar and almonds, I loved it.

As soon as we got back from Toledo, my travel buddy and I took off for the airport, where we caught a plane to London. Our first day of sightseeing wasn't actually even in London. Interestingly, half the people on our tour were Spanish, so the tour guide repeated everything he said: once in English, once in Spanish. So my travel buddy and I got to hear and understand everything TWICE. I think we were the only bilinguals on the trip. Anyway, first stop was Windsor Castle, which had a massive spread and was different than a lot of the castles I've seen in Spain. After Windsor we went to Stonehenge, which was the main reason I booked this tour in the first place, and it didn't disappoint. Of course, we spent our time there trying to shield ourselves from the wind and freezing rain that started up, but it was still cool to see the mysterious ruins. Last stop on the tour was Oxford. Did you know that Oxford University doesn't actually have classes, but rather every student is privately tutored? I didn't. Seems like an odd setup to me, but it's a very sought-after school, so there you go.

After recovering from the cold, wet day in our cozy hostel beds, we set out the next day on a free walking tour. Our tour guide was a London native who was absolutely hilarious: he had plenty of interesting and funny anecdotes to share about the sights and was very animated the whole time, even after a downpour hit us and blew everyone's umbrellas inside-out. I was a bit less enthused after I stepped in a massive puddle that went up to my ankle and ended up walking in squishing shoes for the rest of the day, but it was still a good tour.

On the tour, we saw things like Buckingham Palace, and we got to hear funny stories about the terrible security there, like how a 12-year-old boy managed to live there for a year before they caught him and kicked him out. On another occasion, a mad drunken Irishman popped in one night, drank half a bottle of wine, and wandered into the queen's bedroom at 6:00 AM for a chat. Since the queen is for the people, technically it's not an offence to break into Buckingham Palace because the people deserve to be there, so they charged him with stealing half a bottle of wine.

After Buckingham Palace we saw some other things, including Big Ben, Westminster Abbey (which is gorgeous), and a building of Parliament. Then we heard the story of November 5 when Guy Fawkes and co. planned to blow up Parliament. Then we learned how to properly draw and quarter someone, but I won't get into all the gory details here.

After a whirlwind (literally--it was really windy) weekend, I got home to Spain and finally put on dry socks. But you don't care about that; what you want is to see some pictures!

Cathedral of Toledo

Stonehenge


Big Ben

Westminster Abbey

Next weekend: Amsterdam!

Andalucía: the most beautiful place in Spain

That's not an exaggeration. Southern Spain really is gorgeous and has a lot of character. The Butler trip to Seville and Cordoba was exhausting, busy, educational, and fun. First we went to Seville, where we saw the cathedral, the Giralda (which is the famous tower), the palace where the king and queen lived, and a museum of Baroque art.

Much of the interesting stuff about this trip has to do with my Art History class (no surprises there). We studied the cathedral of Seville and the Giralda, so I appreciated seeing them in real life and already knowing the history and style. We got to climb to the top of the Giralda and look out over Seville, and after climbing the Eiffel Tower that was a piece of cake.

As much as I loved Seville, Cordoba was easily my favorite of the two places we went. Cordoba is such an interesting mixture of Muslim and Spanish influences. Our first stop was the Mezquita de Cordoba, which is a famous mosque and was the most important building in Europe in the 10th century. When the Christians conquered Spain in the late 15th century, they kicked out the Jews and forced the Muslims to convert, and they took the mosque for themselves and built a cathedral inside of it. Nowadays masses are held in the cathedral but Muslims can't go pray there because it is now officially a Christian building. Then again, there probably isn't a lot of demand, since the population is 99% Catholic.

That night we went to a flamenco show, and I have to say, I've never been more enthralled by dancing in my life. It was amazing. It was 2 hours long but I could easily have sat there for longer. Spanish guitar is also unbelievable.

The next day we went to the Alcazar, which is a palace where royalty once lived. Now it's a museum with mosaics from Roman times and a huge garden. The weather was beautiful, so we spent some time walking around the garden, and for the rest of the day we had time to browse the shops and explore the city.

Time for some pictures:

La Giralda in Seville.

La Mezquita de Cordoba.

Me in gardens at the Alcazar in Cordoba.

Next weekend: Get your Harry Potter geek on, we're heading to the motherland!

Mi Familia

Last week my family was here--which you probably only care about if you're my family. We had great time though, and I think they enjoyed coming and seeing my life in Spain that they've read about here on my blog. My host mom invited them over for paella, we had a Mexican fiesta at my teacher's house, we ate a ton of churros, we took a trip to the Archeology Museum and saw pictures of a "perfectly preserved" 5,000-year-old man they found in a glacier (I put that in quotes because he was quite gooey), we walked around Alcala, and that was all before the weekend.


Friday was my day trip to see the castles, and to my surprise, my family was allowed to come with! That made it way more entertaining, with me having to translate everything (like I had done at luch with my host mom... saying everything twice between stuffing food in your mouth is fun!) and with my sister taking pictures everywhere with the pink pony (I'm not explaining, ask her if you're curious). Anyway, we went to Manzanares, which just makes me think of apples because manzana is apple in Spanish, and saw an impressive castle there. We also saw an impressive rainbow:



Next stop was Segovia, only this time we didn't have to walk 2 hours from the train station in the middle of nowhere! We had 2 hours free for lunch though, so we sat in the cold, trying to shield ourselves from the wind, and ate our sandwiches on the ground like a bunch of hobos. Then we went in the castle, and we got to go all the way to the top as well and look out over Segovia. It was about 150 stairs and they were all part of a spiral staircase that actually makes you dizzy coming down. This is us on top of the castle:



Saturday we spent 3 1/2 hours in the Prado Museum, with me giving a mini-tour of the paintings I had studied in class (hey look, art history DOES come in handy!). And then on Sunday we went to el Rastro, the big flea market in Madrid, and the Royal Palace, which is just ridiculously ornate on the inside. There's even an entire room made of porcelain. But we could only take pictures from the outside:


We also frequented three places throughout the week: Balcones de Alcala, which is the bar/restaurant that has the best sangria in my opinion, another restaurant where we became amigos with the friendly waiter, and of course la Media Pinta, the Irish pub. It was quite an eventful week, and I had a blast seeing my family!

I have a feeling these next 5 weeks are going to blow right by because I've got quite the lineup of trips in store... so keep checking back to see all the exciting places I'll be going! This weekend I'm heading south with the Butler group, where we will see a mosque, a cathedral, and some flamenco dancing!

Cuenca and Spanish Halloween

You know life in Spain is good when it's November 1st and 73 degrees outside.


Aside from that, life in Spain is good because you go on interesting class excursions that are free and because America has successfully infiltrated European holidays and given the Spanish the joy of Halloween. So thanks for the weather, Spain. And you're welcome for the holiday.


This Friday I went on a trip with my art class to the city of Cuenca, which is a quaint old city on a mountain, surrounded by a river. I'm told Toledo has this same setup. Anyway, it's a really pretty place to see. First we went to the Abstract Art Museum, which was... interesting. I guess I should preface this by saying I just don't get abstract art. Some of it can be cool, but when you have a painting comprised entirely of two splotches of color that look like you threw up on the canvas, I just wonder what I'm supposed to do with that. Plus our tour guide really liked the sound of her own voice, so I may or may not have zoned out a few times. Here's an example of the kinds of things we saw in the museum:



After the museum, we had some free time to walk around, and then we went to the cathedral of Cuenca. It's always cool to see old buildings that you've studied in class in real life. This cathedral has a unique look and is from the early Gothic period. I could bore you with all the particulars of the architecture (thanks, Art History!) but I think I'll just let you enjoy the view.




The next day was my favorite holiday. Luckily, as I mentioned before, American traditions are sort of becoming a fad in Spain right now. My host mother told me that three years ago, nobody was celebrating Halloween. But this year I saw on the news video from the Halloween parties around Spain (one girl in costume actually shouted "Viva Halloween!" at the camera), and I was delighted to go out and see all the kids in costume! In the evening there was a free outdoor play which is a yearly tradition, in a plaza with walls that made it look like you were in a castle. It was interesting but we left halfway through because we couldn't follow what was going on. Later we went out to the bars and found that many of them were decorated for the holiday, and one even gave us free skeleton masks and witch hats. Here's a picture of Media Pinta, the Irish pub we went to.

Even though I missed the pumpkin carving and the fall actually looking like fall (all the trees here are still green...), I ended up having a great Halloween in Spain! VIVA HALLOWEEN! I hope everyone back in the U.S. had a good holiday too. Next weekend I have a Friday trip to see some castles, and... hmm, there's something else... oh, that's right. MY FAMILY WILL BE HERE! Can't wait to see you guys!

Art, Theater, and Flea Markets

No, I didn't travel anywhere exciting this weekend, but I figured I'd make an update anyway. I did do a few interesting things. Last Wednesday we went on a class trip to the Prado Museum, which is one of the most important art museums in the world, never mind Spain. I saw paintings that I had studied in my art class, which was very cool, and some big names like Velazquez and Goya. Goya's are probably my favorites because he painted some pretty dark and twisted things, which are always more interesting to analyze in my opinion. If you want an example of one you've probably seen before by Goya, google "Saturn Devouring his Children." I would have liked to see some Dali because he's got some really cool paintings too (google "Swans Reflecting Elephants"), but oh well. Maybe next time.

On Friday I saw a play by Federico Garcia Lorca called "La Casa de Bernarda Alba." It was quite interesting, about a strict (and somewhat insane) mother and her five daughters who she won't allow to get married. It's all about the oppression of women and identities being formed by the males in their life. However, not once does a male appear in the play. It was a little difficult to understand because they were talking pretty fast, but I mostly understood what was going on. Everyone thought the ending was pretty powerful, but I found it a rather cliche because it's sort of a Romeo and Juliet -esque ending.

This morning I took a trip to Madrid to go to el Rastro, which is this huge open market they have every Sunday. It really is gigantic, and you can spend several hours walking around and never hit the same stand twice. Also, most things are quite cheap there, and you can bargain, so it's a great place to do some shopping, especially while the weather is still nice.

So it's been a pretty chill weekend for me, no running around Paris in the rain this time. Now I should probably get back to studying... next weekend I have a Friday excursion to the city of Cuenca. And I'll be done with midterms, hooray!

Paris: When It Rains, It Pours

Bonjour! I just got back from an eventful weekend in Paris. It began at 5:00 yesterday when I woke up, caught the earliest train to the airport, and still had to run to catch the plane. It continued several hours later when we were in Paris trying to get to our hostel, and we got on the wrong metro line. Thankfully I caught our error and corrected our route, and after that we became experts on the Paris metro.


Anyway, we did find our hostel, which had the narrowest rooms I've ever seen and bathrooms outside in the courtyard (both odd and cold), and from there we started our walk to the Eiffel Tower. And proceeded to get caught in the rain. Without umbrellas. So we ran back to the hostel, grabbed umbrellas (at which point it stopped raining, of course), and tried again. The Eiffel Tower was amazing to see in person--it's huge! So we took some pictures. And, because when one thing goes wrong everything goes wrong, my camera batteries died. I had just changed them a week and a half ago, so I didn't bring any extras with me. So, camera-less, I trekked through the cold and blustery wind, with wet feet, complaining every block until we got to the Louvre.


We didn't have time to actually go inside the Louvre, but we walked around the outside, and it was beautiful enough to lift my unpleasant mood. The famous pyramid from the Da Vinci Code is interestingly incongruous with the rest of the old architecture, which, because my art history class is taking over my life, I was able to identify as Renaissance-era. We continued our walk toward the cathedral of Notre Dame, and on the way, I found batteries for one euro! Freshly armed with my camera, I went picture-crazy at Notre Dame. Thanks to art history, I could easily tell that Notre Dame is Gothic (my favorite style of architecture). It's a very cool building, and we got to walk around inside as well.


For dinner we had crepes, and they were delicious. Then we got some wine and cheese and sat in front of the Eiffel Tower at night, when it was all lit up. There we discovered that every hour there is a light show where the Eiffel Tower sparkles for a few minutes with flashing lights. The next day we actually went up the Eiffel Tower, climbing 668 steps to the second level before taking an elevator all the way to the top. It was amazing to see Paris stretched out below you from way up there.

So even though our trip started with a string of setbacks, it turned out to be a great whirlwind weekend in Paris, and I'm so glad I went.


Me in front of Notre Dame.

The Eiffel Tower.

The Eiffel Tower at night.

Next weekend: studying for midterms. (What, were you expecting something cool?)

Athens (without a map)

This weekend was pretty epic. I spent 3 days in Athens, Greece. The first day we went on a walking tour and got to know the area, after which we wandered around without a map. That was pretty awesome because we did, in fact, find our way around (it's easy when there's a mountain with the Parthenon on top of it to use as a landmark), and by the end of the trip we were experts on walking to the Plaka and back.

The second day we saw everything. We got passes to all of the Acropolis, which is the site of all the major ruins. It was completely surreal (not to mention it was about 85 degrees with nary a cloud in the sky, in the middle of October). Anyway, we walked up to the temples, like the Temple of Hephaestus (the god of fire and metalwork), the Temple of Zeus, the Erechtheum, and of course the Parthenon. We also walked around the ruins of the ancient agora (marketplace), the ancient Theatre of Dionysus, an ancient library called Hadrian's Library, and the ancient cemetery of Kerameikos. So, we pretty much saw a lot of ancient stuff.

The ruins were amazing, and I can't describe how cool it was to stand in front of the Parthenon (even with all the scaffolding). After walking and sweating and walking some more, we went to the Plaka, which is the big market area with tons of shops. We also climbed this big rock that had a great view overlooking Athens. On the trip, I dined on gyros, greek pizza, chicken souvlaki (which is pretty much just grilled chicken kabobs), saganaki, and greek pastries. All of the pastries were absolutely swimming in honey, which might sound pretty tasty at first, but might also make you want to vomit if you eat more than two bites.


All in all, Greece was quite an adventure. I'd heard from various people before going that Athens was dirty and not that great, and that you should go to the Greek islands instead. I disagree. I thought Athens was fantastic, and while you can basically see everything in the course of one day, it's so worth it to go. But I'll let you be the judge of that after looking at some of the pictures I took.



The view from the rock we climbed




Erechtheum

Temple of Hephaestus

Temple of Zeus

And, of course, the Parthenon! Unfortunately, the other side is completely covered in scaffolding.

Next weekend: crepes, berets, and people who hate Americans (but sadly no catacombs because people are stupid and vandals are even stupider).

Wine and Monks

This weekend, I went on a school-sponsored trip to wine country. Yeah, I'm not kidding.

We left early Friday morning (so early for some, in fact, that we had to leave without two of our number and they caught a bus to meet us there). We headed north into the Rioja region, which apparently is famous for its wine. It's also on the edge of Basque country. The first bodega (winery) we went to was actually designed by an architect from Indiana, of all the exciting places in the world. I think it's kind of weird looking, but you can decide for yourselves:

Anyway, we got a tour of the place and learned how wine is made and stored and all that, but it was also all in Spanish so I don't remember all the details. Then we got to try one white wine and one red. I've developed a taste for wine now, so I liked them both.

After lunch (with, big surprise, more wine) we went to the second bodega, but I have no pictures past the first one because my camera battery died. Bummer. On this tour we went out and saw the fields of grapes and got to eat some of them, and in this one they also taught us about swirling the wine and smelling it. It was also in English. I think we all liked this one better.

In order to make up for the decadence of our first day, the next day we went to two monasteries. Slight change of pace here. There was no wine, but there was a lot of interesting architecture (which my History of Art teacher gladly pointed out and quizzed us on), paintings, and even a sarcophagus or two. I didn't actually see any monks, though.

All in all, a very successful trip, and my first foray into the classy world of fine wine. To give you a taste of how much wine they store at these places, here's a picture of me in front of some barrels. Now multiply what you see by about a thousand.

Yeah, that's a lot of wine.

Next weekend: Trip to the original home of the Olympics (to make up for Chicago's epic fail)!

Valencia on Very Little Sleep

Hola again! This weekend we went to Valencia. This experience has taught me never to take a 5:30 AM flight, even if it is only 10 euros, because the trains stop running at 11:30, so we had to camp out in the airport all night, on the cold floor. We got rather slaphappy around 4 in the morning, which ended with us speaking to each other in British accents since everyone seems to know right away that we're Americans. Anyway, I somehow made it through my first day in Valencia on about one hour of sleep. It was okay, though, because the first day we pretty much just sat around at the beach getting sunburned (well, I did at least). I also got my first experience of seeing toplessness at a European beach. And the creepy guys who watch.

That night I actually got to sleep. Hooray! Unfortunately, there were 10 of us, and only 8 could fit in a room at the hostel. So one other girl and I were put in a room with 6 strangers... who happened to be frat boys from Holland. Joy. It wouldn't have been so bad if they hadn't gotten back at 6:30 in the morning and proceeded to have an unnecessarily loud conversation in Dutch.

The second day was more fun, in my opinion. Everyone went back to the beach except for me and the other girl stuck with the messy boys from Holland, since we wanted to do something else. We ended up on a free walking tour around Valencia. Our British tour guide was great and told us all kinds of interesting things about Valencia's history. Then we stuck around for the tapas tour, which took us to a few different bars to try things like tortilla española (my favorite food ever), ensaladilla rusa (Russian salad made with potatoes and tuna), and paella, which Valencia is famous for. Our tour guide was nice enough to try and speed things along so that we could make our plane that evening. A quick 40-minute plane ride later brought us back to Madrid.

Now for pictures.

Some buildings in the central part of the city. The one on the left is the post office.

The beach! I guess they have palm trees in Spain.

A gothic cathedral.

Next weekend: class trip to wine country with Butler group. Seriously, this is school?

More Cowbell! Hiking in Northern Spain

Our trip up north to go hiking in the mountains was definitely an adventure. We were on a bus for a long time, then another bus, and then a taxi (our driver was quite entertaining and serenaded us with Juanes songs). Anyway, we finally got there in the middle of the night, slept, and went hiking the next day.

It rained at first, but then it cleared up and we were all amazed by the mountains surrounding us. We were basically in the middle of nowhere, no civilization around at all. It was very cool. We hiked for a while, eventually leaving the path and climbing up a rather steep mountainside. I don't know how far we went in total, but it was far.

It rained again on the way back and our shoes got soaked, but then we curled up in our rooms and watched Harry Potter in Spanish. The next day we came back by bus, felt ill with the ridiculous amount of curves in the mountain road, and went to Noche en Blanco that night. Noche en Blanco is a huge festival in Madrid where all the streets are closed, everything (museums, etc.) is open and free, and tons of people are walking around all night. We only stayed until 11:15, us party poopers, because we were exhausted and sore from the hiking.

The reason this post is called "More Cowbell" is because the only sound on the mountains was the occasional clang of a cowbell. There were lots of cows, and whenever we walked past they all stared us down.

So I had to include a picture of them, with the snowy mountain in the background.

That little figure standing on the rock is me.

This picture looks oddly fake, but I guarantee you I really was standing there in front of those mountains.

Next weekend: Valencia! Hopefully with more beaches and less rain!

Adventures in Segovia

Today I woke up at 5:15 in the morning to go to Segovia! We made the 6:00 train to Madrid and took a fast train to Segovia, and when we got there, we discovered that 1) the Segovia station is in the middle of nowhere, and 2) we missed the last bus to the center of town for the next several hours by 5 minutes. So, walking it was!

We walked for about an hour down a road that went through empty fields until we got to civilization, and took about another hour to get to where we wanted to be. But once we got there, it was worth it. Segovia is full of all sorts of ancient cathedrals, castles, and of course, the most famous attraction, the aqueducts. The aqueducts are 2,000 years old, built during the time of the Roman Empire. Amazingly, they have no mortar or anything to hold them together: it's just stones and equilibrium. It was unreal to see them up close. I tried to capture the enormity of them in pictures. But first, me in front of a castle:

We also got to go to the top of the aqueduct on one side, and this is the view of part of Segovia from that height:

And of course, the aqueducts!

Though it was a lot of walking and it was really early in the morning, it was worth it. Segovia is awesome.

Me encanta Espana!

Hola from Spain!

Sorry it’s taken so long to update, but we just got wifi in my house (or, as the Spanish pronounce it, wee-fee), so I can finally get on the internet. I don’t know where to begin: it started with an 8 hour flight and a 7 hour time change, which was quite disorienting. Mostly because I have trouble sleeping anywhere that isn’t a bed. Cue jet lag.

Alcalá is a very beautiful city with lots of ancient architecture. It’s also the birthplace of Miguel de Cervantes, which is why the center of town is called Plaza de Cervantes, with a statue of him in the middle. Everyday my friends and I meet at the plaza and walk around; the streets here are filled with shops, restaurants, and bars. I also walk to school, which takes about 15-20 minutes. My legs are going to be quite toned by December.

We took a short trip to Madrid and walked around there as well. It’s a stunning city, very different from cities in the U.S. because all of the buildings are very old, and there are lots of plazas and cobbled streets, like in Alcalá.

Spanish is becoming quite natural now that it is all around me. I talk a lot with my host mother; we understand each other surprisingly well considering she doesn’t speak English. The other students on the trip and I talk to each other in Spanglish, and we’ve already made some Spanish friends.

One thing that is slightly annoying is siesta. Everything is closed from 2:00-5:00 PM. We sometimes walk around at this time, even though it’s blazing hot outside, and we’ve noticed how empty the streets are. Later at night, everyone is out on the street, and even though we get tired at 3:00 AM and must go home to sleep, it’s normal for Spaniards to stay out until 6:00. ¡Qué loco!

I’ll leave you with some pictures from Alcalá and Madrid:

Casa de Cervantes. Not his real house, just the spot where he used to live.

Plaza de Cervantes.

Also in the Plaza de Cervantes.

A building in Madrid, the name of which I don't recall.

Another building in Madrid.

Hasta luego,

Joanna

A Few Days Left

Hello to anyone viewing this blog. You're probably here because you're interested in whatever adventures I will get up to during my semester in Spain. Well, I'm leaving in just a couple of days, so I thought I should make a quick introductory post. Right now I'm just sitting around at home, packing occassionally. Very exciting. My next post should be infinitely more interesting. I hope to update this maybe once a week or so, depending on how much I have to say, so be sure to check back.

By the way, it's currently 63 degrees in Park Ridge and in the 90s in Spain. Good riddance, silly Chicago weather. You won't be missed.