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Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Reflection: one year later

Exactly one year ago yesterday... I moved to Spain.



The four and a half month I lived in Granada, in a piso overlooking Meat Street were the best months in my life. I learned that I could live on my own, be independent and adapt to new situations. I learned that sidewalks in Spain are either non-existent or slippery when wet. I learned to never accept the rosemary from the gypsies or else I'd be robbed. I learned that people have no problem having sex in an apartment lobby and that if you wear shorts and flip-flops in public people will call you a puta.

But most importantly I learned that there's bigger and more important things in the world than you can ever imagine.



There is not a day that goes by that I don't wish I could be back in Granada. Then I take a step back and remember that everything comes to an end. In some ways, it seemed like a fake life. I had no worries or responsibilities. Classes were ridiculously easy and some of my biggest problems were trying to find the cheapest hostel for my next weekend getaway.

I met so many amazing people and I was lucky enough to bring some of them home with me. For those who are in other states and countries, I'll see you soon.

When i look back on my semester in Spain the only regret I have is not spending a full year in that gorgeous city.




Now, a year later, things are going pretty good.

I finally paid off my credit card debt from my travels! I (sorta) quit my job at Cracker Barrel (aka Crack Bar) because I found something much better.
I am now a staff reporter at the UNM Daily Lobo. If you want to read my breaking news articles, go here.
I still work as an office assistant in the foreign language department, but not as much as I did last year. I finally have free time!

I'm applying for every internship I find. Ideally I would like to live in D.C. for the summer (I'm coming for you Mike!) but I'll accept anything I can get (But I'd prefer ABCNews).

I will officially be a college graduate in December! I can't imagine life out of school so it will be an interesting adjustment. I decided that if I can't find a real journalism job, then I'm going to apply to be an Au pair and move back to Europe for a year.

I'm thinking of starting a new travel blog about New Mexico. If I do I'll post the link.



As far as that list of goals I made, here is an update:

1. Become more outdoorsy. Right now it's really cold outside so I prefer to stay indoors.

2. Learn another language. Learning Hungarian is low on my priority list, but I'm taking two Spanish classes this semester instead of just 1.

3. Start my novel(s). After taking creative writing this semester, I have a better idea of what direction I want to take my stories. Chapters have been written but it's still a work in progress.

4. Compete in running competitions. I'm pleased to announce that I will be competing in the Warrior Dash! It's a 5k complete with different obstacles. Training started yesterday.

5. Visit another continent. Hopefully within a year I'll travel again. My top choices are Australia, New Zeland, India, Egypt and Japan.

All great things take time.



That semester changed me for the better. When I think about Granada and my travels and all they taught me, I can't help to ask some questions:

What do you think the Dutchman is doing with his life? Did he move to Cadiz like he wanted, or is he still in Granada creating art that no one buys?

What about Lauren's lover, Juan, and his creepy grenade friend? What are they doing with their lives?

And Vincent? And Carlo? And José?

Is Poe still as delicious as I remember? (OMG I'd kill to have a piri-piri or coconut chicken)!!!

Did that guy in London ever find some cocaine?

Did that crazy man in Nerja ever find that missing little girl that was taken from her real mama and papa?

Does this make me a groupie? (Only Lauren can answer this question).

What was that weird vegetable that Lauren questioned?

Is the bread man still selling his bread outside my piso?

Is Encarnación still alive?

Are there still creepers hitting on American girls in the clubs because they think they'll sleep with them?

Is that old lady with Alzheimers still protesting in Barcelona?

Will I ever get the chance to seduce Enrique Iglesias with my beautiful Spanish words?

Why does Bryce hate Prague?

and last but not least...

Where can I find fried chocolatey goodness?



Hasta Luego y nos vemos!




Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Life's a beach! and apparently I look like a kidnapped girl...


One of the best things about Spain is that it’s not a landlocked country. For someone who has only been to the beach a whopping of two times in her life, this is a pretty exciting thing! I love the beach and last week’s weather was perfect for our first trip to the beach town of Nerja!
We had to wake up at 7 a.m. in order to get ready to catch a cab and get to the bus station in time to get on the 9 a.m. bus. This was hard because we had an eventful night and didn’t go to bed until tres de la madrugada. Apparently great minds think alike because almost every single CLM student was also going to Nerja that weekend. It was a madhouse to say the least.
Side note: Spaniards don’t wear shorts and flip-flops on a daily basis. You’re considered a “puta” if you do. This is what my friends were called when they walked into the bus station. One of those same girls also was given death stares when she wore shorts and a tank top to school yesterday. It’s one of the Spanish customs I refuse to get used to. If it’s hot enough to fry an egg on the sidewalk, I see no reason to wear pants and a sweater. I’m not about to die from heat stroke just because the Spanish refuse to change their winter wardrobes until May. I don’t get it. You’re a whore if you wear shorts on the street, but it’s perfectly acceptable to be topless at the beach. WTF?
An hour later I saw the Mediterranean for the first time! Just seeing the vastness of the water is really humbling. We finally made it Nerja in a little less than two hours. It’s a cute little beach town full of old people and ex pats. We bought some sandwich food and headed out to the beach.
We went to the “secret” beach. It’s a little small, but it’s beautiful! Some parts of the beach were a little rocky for my liking, but it was still charming. Our little area of paradise!
After tanning for an hour or two we went to go explore the town. We bought gelato and walked around the side streets until we got tired and wanted to buy some drinks. We went into a little shop and from the corner of my eye I see a crazy looking guy with scraggly hair and beard stop and stare at us. I ignored him and walked on in. Apparently this prompted him to follow us in. He looked me dead in the eye and talked to me in perfect English.

Crazy Man: Is it possible that you were kidnapped as a small child and that you were taken from your real mama and papa?
Me: ummm… no
He left without saying a word. I guess he’s somewhat intelligent because he knew English, but why on earth would he think I looked like someone who was kidnapped? How could you tell what a small child grew up to look like? We saw him later walking down the street shuffling his feet. He looked pretty dazed and confused, so maybe he’s crazier than I thought.
We did a little more exploring in the rocks of the side beaches. In one of the side beaches there was a crazy looking man/woman hanging out in a hammock. It didn’t scare us but we were surprised and I really wanted to burst out laughing, but that would be rude. So we waited til we got out.
We spent the last 4 hours or so tanning and swimming in the ocean. The water was really cold, but we got used to it. All of a sudden some wave just came over me and carried all over the place. I looked like a dead fish flopping around on the shallow water. I was laughing so hard I couldn’t get my footing when another wave came and pushed onto the shore. I was flailing all over the place coughing up water like an old person hacks up phlegm. The water was so strong I almost had a wardrobe malfunction, not that anyone would’ve cared since the whole beach was filled with topless women.
We left about 6 to get some food and got on the last bus back home at 7:30. I thought I would have had a darker tan from being out so long, but it’s still quite a respectable shade of bronze. When we got home, I was so tired that I went to bed at 10:30 p.m. It was the earliest I’ve been to bed in maybe a year or so.
Palabra del día: it’s an easy one, playa, meaning beach.

Monday, April 11, 2011

Nippy Near Nerja

Nippy accompanied us to the beach this past weekend. It's been a while since he got out so I thought it would be a good idea to post pictures. Just in time for the Collegiate Kiwanis meeting tomorrow!
 Overlooking some greenery and the Mediterranean
 The other side of the Beach
 The Mediterranean
 Our Beach!
Hanging out with King Alfonso XII if I remember correctly...
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