Thursday, May 19, 2011

Hasta pronto Madrid...

I can't believe I'm doing this...writing my last blog. Okay, maybe I shouldn't be so dramatic. Just because I'm back in Delaware (yep, made it home safe and sound), doesn't mean I can't keep blogging. Anyway, my last few days in Madrid I spent exactly the way I envisioned spending them: with my Spanish family. Last Saturday, Olga and I planned to go to Parque del Capricho again with the girls, but a few things got in the way which, looking back now, are hilarious!


So, weather wise, the day started out great. Blue skies and few, if any clouds (you can see where this is going...) We hopped in the car, without umbrellas. Maybe we were hopeful despite the now menacing clouds. Olga goes to start the car and, whatdaya know? No gas. Or should I say...no diesel. Only one thing to do...walk to the gas station and get gas. Picture Olga and me walking along, minding our business heading to the gas station when a few drops start to fall. Now, you know how if you run out of gas in the U.S. they give you an actual plastic container with gas? Not so in Spain. We were given a plastic BAG in the shape of one of those containers (perhaps the Spaniards trying to make a joke?). Poor Olga then had to feed the diesel into the plastic bag (thankfully, gloves are provided). Then we started the walk back. Remember how it started to drizzle on the way over. Oh no my friend. It started pouring. There we were, running through the streets of Madrid with diesel in tow (imagine the smell of gas times, well, a lot...). But it doesn't stop there, Olga still had to put the diesel into the gas tank, in the rain! Needless to say, the park was then out of the picture. 
Panda babies born in the fall!! 
Margot playing on some sort of kid's toy thing at the zoo
But life goes on, of course. After filling up the rest of the tank at the gas station (thankfully the, literally, bag of diesel we got was sufficient to get us to the gas station), Olga decided we needed a pick-me-up. What's the perfect pick-me-up in Spain, you ask? Well, it could be many things: churros con chocolate, café con leche, helado. The list goes on and on. But, I had never tried horchata, so she took me to one of the best "Horchaterías" in Madrid. Horchata is a drink made from chufas, a sort of nut, only cultivated in the Valencia area. It is delicious!! Well, at least to me. I've heard people don't like it (personally, I think they're crazy, but who am I to judge). It sort of tastes like almond milk. Ergo, not much of a surprise that I really liked it because, if you know me at all, you know I practically live off of almond milk at home (seriously I think I need to go to almond-milk rehab...)

After that it was grocery shopping for us and then back home to make dinner. So, basically an entire day full of adventures for Olga and Megan and then a great dinner with Ali.

Allegra + play-car at the zoo
On Sunday, Olga, Allegra, Margot (the daughter of Olga's brother Iván--the name is short for Margarita. not exactly sure how to spell it, but that's how it always sounded to me), Olga's brother Adrián, and I went to...the zoo! It was too cute seeing the girls (Margot is 6 just like Allegra, actually she's only about three months older than her) run around looking at all of the different animals. My favorite part was the dolphin show, of course. But, even more than that, I loved the  drive around Madrid before even getting to the zoo. We had to pick up Margot and Adrián and go to her ex-husband's apartment to pick up their ID showing they're a "familia numerosa." Basically, Spain gives many discounts to families with three or more kids, so we got a discount on the zoo tickets (although Adrián, Margot, and I weren't supposed to get that b/c technically we're not part of Olga's immediate family, but, hey, the ticket dude just gave it to us so...)

Isn't this an adorable picture of Margot?

Me, Adrián, Olga, Allegra, y Margot in the front just after the mini-aquarium 
Anyway, because Olga had to do all of that driving around prior to getting to the zoo, I was able to see where her parents met, where she went to high school and met her ex-husband, the neighborhood she grew up in, etc. The best part: all of these neighborhoods are way away from the center and the furthest thing from touristy. I would never have seen these areas if it weren't for Olga. Yay! On a totally different note, if you're wondering why Olga and her brother Iván have Russian names, it's because her parents really like Russian literature. Not sure why Adrián is left high and dry with the only Spanish name haha. 

Dolphin show!
Alright, well I've put this off long enough. I suppose there's nothing else to do but give some sort of profound last statement about these nine months in Madrid (is it bad I'm actually doing this from my room in Delaware? Should I head back to Madrid so I can do this right? Hmm...) I can't believe these nine months have come to a close. Actually, you know what's funny? People always say "I can't believe x,y,z" about so many things we know are coming. I.E. I can't believe I'm graduating! I can't believe I'm turning 30 etc. It's funny how we can't believe things that we knew were going to happen in the future. A more appropriate use of "I can't believe" would be: "I can't believe I won the lottery!" or "I can't believe I'm having twins!" See what I mean? 

Well, whatever I guess I'll make the same mistake and say...I can't believe the most wonderful nine-months of my life had to come to a close. This spring semester has been so wonderful, in particular. I've really learned how important it is to surround yourself by loving and caring people. I'm so grateful to have formed such a strong bond with my home-stay family, and above all, with the best señora ever, Olga. In fact, I feel we really formed a great friendship and have so much in common. Age truly does not matter. I'm grateful for the small moments we had together: our conversations over a cup of tea, playing bowling on Wii (and me losing hopelessly), running through the rain with diesel in tow, and searching her apartment for her phone. And, there's no way I will ever forget our drive to the airport on my way home and our final goodbyes. After tea and coffee, we walked to security. I expected Olga to say goodbye there, but she actually walked through the security line with me. People were passing us when we got up to the front of the line. At the end I said: "Has sido mi madre española" (You've been my Spanish mother) and she responded "No soy tu madre española" (No, I am you're Spanish mom) Seriously, Hollywood would have eaten those moments up. I certainly did. 

It's funny that while I would change nothing about these nine months, these nine months have changed me so much. That's not to say I'm not still Megan. However, I think I've found a sort of inner-relaxation what maybe I could only find by living thousands of miles away. Since the age of...well, for quite some time, I've felt stressed and overwhelmed too much of the time. I've learned after living in Spain the art of "no pasa nada." Letting it go. Because, let me tell you, after years of not letting things go, you've accumulated a lot of shit (excuse the language, but I think it's appropriate here, don't you?) Anyone who knew/saw me last year would say, wow, you are a completely different person this year. I mean, I don't think I'm a completely different person, but I definitely think I see things very differently. 

And for that, Spain....muchísimas gracias. I've let a lot of things go this year, but there's one thing I'm never letting go, and that's Spain and the experiences I've had there. 

Por eso, no voy a decir <<adios>>, sino <<hasta pronto>> porque sé que dentro de pocos años (o tal vez meses) voy a volver al país que me enseño cómo vivir otra vez.

the COPES :)

Thanks BLOGGER for deleting what I originally wrote for this blog...some sort of malfunction :(. Anyways, I suppose it's a nice way for me to re-live the trip again :). So, I arrived Friday night and Christine and I headed to Tivoli Gardens. These beautiful gardens are not really just gardens, but rather are surrounded by amazing amusement park rides! Apparently, Tivoli Gardens was the precursor to Disneyland, who knew? It was so beautiful at night just walking around, not even going on any of the rides. I also met Christine's friend Christina (this could get confusing...) who's from...Hawaii!! Too cool!

Tivoli Gardens















Swings!! in Tivoli Gardens

Not sure what this is in the Gardens


Saturday I woke up and ran along the street outside of Christine's place and to the canal. Once I got to the canal I realized there was a running path around the canal. So pretty! It's really a rough life, waking up going for a jog in a beautiful city with beautiful weather this time of year. Because it was so nice out, we decided to walk through the King's Garden (see pictures below...) which is also home to ? This quaint garden is a great place to picnic, take a nap, or even just a stroll. Christine and I did both the nap and stroll :). Afterwards, we walked around Stroget which is in the center of the city and is great for shopping. Christine also showed me her school and then we met up with her Danish friend, Andreus. It was so much fun talking to a real Dane and getting yet another European perspective. Not to mention, chit-chatting in Nyhavn, next to the water, was the perfect location. I suppose something in general that was great about the trip was that we were in no rush to do...anything. We moseyed along, but still got everything done that we wanted to do. I even took a picture with the Little Mermaid Statue! Yay! Plus, we saved mucho money because Christine lives in a sort of studio apartment and we were able to cook for ourselves the entire time except for one night.


Christine in the King's Garden

Same place different person 
On Sunday we headed to Our Saviour's Church to walk up the tower. Must say, not for the faint of heart. The trek up to the top is a bit disconcerting, but the view is definitely worth it. My favorite part was perhaps the sign that said something like, caution, banister loose. Question: why not just fix the banister?
In the King's Garden in front of Rosenborg Castle in the King's Garden
Of course, I couldn't go to Copenhagen without going to...Christiania. This infamous area in the city is known for it's non-taxing paying weed-smoking citizens. It is probably exactly like what you're thinking. Unforunately, you're not allowed to take pictures inside, but you can take them outside around the area. Mom, Dad...I did not smoke weed, jut for the record. Pretty sure the rest of the people there are smoking enough for all of us...
Little Mermaid!

Canal
Moving on...then on Monday Christine and I visited Frederiksborg Castle. It's about an hour outside of Copenhagen, but definitely worth the train and bus ride. The castle is gorgeous, especially this time of year. Also, it wasn't crowded so it sort of felt like we had the place to ourselves. Although I don't remember exactly how much it cost, it was inexpensive. Plus, you can walk around the gardens outback for free. In fact, walking around the whole outside of the castle is free. It really seemed to me one of the most relaxed castles I've ever been to ;)
Canal take TWO
So, to sum up, fantastic trip. I have to give a big shout-out to Christine for being such a great host. She was super helpful--meeting me at the metro stop after taking the metro from the airport, always coordinating the most economical way to get somewhere (b/c public trans in the Copes is a bit expensive...), and of course just being fun and knowing cool things to do! I'm so grateful to have kept in touch with such a great friend all of these years. I never would have thought back in seventh grade I'd be meeting up with a friend in Copenhagen. But life is certainly full of surprises :)
At the top of Our Saviour's Church

View from the top of Our Saviour's Church


Chapel inside Frederiksborg Castle 

Chapel again

Who knew the castle would be interactive?

Don't let these smiles fool you...THE FEAR IS REAL

Outside Christiania 
Outside Christiania again

Outside of Frederiksborg Castle 

Gardens in the back of the castle 

ME + gardens

Front of the castle 

Parque del Capricho, La fiesta de San Isidro, Meg's Clubbing Experience...

Okay, this post is another sort of hodge-podge of different days in Madrid. The first, a day in Parque del Capricho, goes back to before I went to Bilbao & San Sebastian and Copenhagen, but who's keeping track of chronological order here...So, the day I got back from Barcelona, Olga decides we must go to Parque del Capricho. I would be totally fine with this, if I hadn't gotten up at about 5 A.M. that morning for a 7:30 A.M. flight...But, hey, how many times can I go to this park with my home-stay family? Not many...


Me and Alegra in Parque del Capricho

Olga, Me, Alegra, and Violeta in Parque del Capricho
Alegra dressed as a "chulapa"
Turns out this park is only open on the weekends because it is really a sort of "historical" park originally owned by a marquesa. I'm not quite sure who's property it is now, but the park is so picturesque. Everyone obviously knows about Retiro (Madrid's sort of Central Park) but this park is perhaps less touristy because it is north east of the city. However, it is still technically in Madrid and a subway goes there. It is so well maintained that you cannot bring in food or much else. There are beautiful gardens, a small "labyrinth," and ponds. The architecture of the small buildings is also stunning. I asked Olga is people had weddings there. Apparently, ceremonies aren't allowed, but pictures are. In fact, we even saw a family taking pictures for a girl's First Communion. I highly recommend a visit to this park. Super romantic for the couples out there, and of course home-stay families :)


Okay, next random event: La Fiesta de San Isidro. This traditional madrileño celebration is held on May 15th. However, because the 15th fell on a Sunday this year, Alegra's school had their party Friday the 13th (haha didn't even realize that when i went to the party). Anyway, this fiesta is celebrated by wearing traditional wear (see pictures) and of course with traditional pastries. Also, there is a specific song and dance for the occasion. I was lucky enough to go to Alegra's fiesta at school (which is literally two seconds from their apartment.) It was too cute seeing all of the boys and girls all dressed up and dancing together. I really felt like a big sister watching Alegra dance with her adorable dance partner (who decided he wanted a goatee haha!)




Do I really belong in this club...?
And now on a completely different note. Okay, I must admit...I only had my first real Madrid clubbing experience...last week haha. Name of club...Orange. (btw...don't know why these pics are so small...perhaps because I took them from someone's Facebook page, but I've done that before, hm?)

Pro: Ladies got in free and it was open bar for ladies (perhaps also men?) until 12:30. Con: There were specific "free" drinks that all tasted...awful. Pro: had a fun night with a bunch of my friends. Con: a guy spilled a shot of whiskey on my espadrilles from Barcelona Pro: It didn't stain and doesn't smell.
Truth: I should probably get out more...
Truth again: Perhaps I'm just the type of person who'd rather be at Parque del Capricho or a San Isidro festival than Orange...
Only appropriate that we would end the year this way (also...isn't Helen's haircut amazing!?)

Alegra and her dance partner at the San Isidro fiesta





Much better dancers than I am...

How adorable is this goatee 

Sunday, May 1, 2011

¡ESTE ES EL PAÍS VASCO! (THIS IS BASQUE COUNTRY!)


So, after nearly nine months living abroad, I have to say, this is the trip where what could go wrong (at least at the beginning) went wrong. First, for a variety of reasons, poor Helen couldn't buy her bus ticket until 15 minutes before the bus left. Then, I realized I had bought the ticket for Saturday instead of Friday AH! We only had about 10 minutes to spare and I had to change my ticket. Needless to say, quite the nerve-wracking moment. Just for the record, there was NO sign at the ALSA ticket desk saying you had to take a number and be called. Once I finally changed my ticket, we couldn't find the platform oh no! We were literally running through the station searching for platform 33. We eventually found it. The doors were actually already closed on the bus double AH! I knocked on the door "¡señor, señor espera!" Thankfully, he opened the door and we hopped on. With 0 minutes to spare ah!


All the hassle was worth it, however. Whoever said Bilbao was an ugly city was definitely mistaken. The weather was great and the walk along the river was lovely. We walked on on the side of the river that houses the Guggenheim and along the way spotted some interesting sculptures, which you'll see (one of which is my worst nightmare...!). Anyway, the city was very clean, at least the small bit of it that Helen and I saw and had lots of open space near the river.
Weird slinky sculpture (Bibao)

My worst nightmare aka a GIANT spider (Bilbao)
As for the Guggenheim, there were some very interesting and cool exhibits, and then there were of course some, well, strange ones. i.e one exhibit consisted of about 40ish tv screens that continuously played interviews. A man had gone to a shanty-town outside of Istanbul and after living there for some time, he interviewed the people's life stories. There are actually chairs in front of the tvs so you can sit and listen (well, read--there are subtitles in English) the interviews. Fascinating! I watched one for quite some time. Super unique. Other exhibits were a bit odder and, well, not quite as interesting to me.
Helen + ocean in San  Sebastian 

Megan + ocean San Sebastian 

We were off to San Sebastian after that for two nights. It's only a little over an hours bus ride to this beautiful sea-side city. I must say, possibly one of the most beautiful cities in Spain, or maybe anywhere. It is sooo clean! And because it's such a small city, it's so accessible.
ditto 
Yesterday, we rented bikes for the whole day and biked all along the water. There's a great bike trail where you can ride along the whole beach! There are also many bike lanes throughout the city, too.
castle thing San Sebastian 
Okay, so we may not have technically gone to any historical sites in San Sebastian (no wait! we did walk by the cathedral last night!), but we spent all of our energy biking haha. Oh, also there's a great café right on the water. (I can't remember if it's Café de la Concha or de La Perla because they both exist. One is less expensive than the other and the food was still good and the views breathtaking.)
San Sebastian aka most beautiful city probably ever
As for the hostel, I'm sorry I can't remember the name :(, but it was great! It was super-small and the people were friendly. The rooms were spacious, very clean, and had actual linens, nothing questionable if you know what I mean...Also, the kitchen was great and even had some free food! We saved money cooking the whole time, except for that one lunch. (By cooking I mean yogurt and sandwiches, but hey I can live off of peanut butter and fruit for a few days....)
Dos chicas exhausted after biking up a ginormous hill (perhaps we walked the bikes part of the way?)

A picture for the parents

Lunch next to the playa don't mind if I do...

It was great to see the north of Spain after having traveled so much throughout the south. The landscape is quite different from the south. It is so green!! It is soo lush! I loved it! Also, I disagree that the gente of the north is colder than those in the south. I really didn't see any difference. Oh, and as for the language difference, I don't think I heard Basque (Euskera) once, much to my disappointment :(. I was hoping to finally find out how to pronounce all of those words full of Xs, Ks, and Zs. Oh well, guess I'll have to go back.
Beautiful weather yes please!

Tuna? Why not?

Bikes are the best!

Before I forget! The Barçelona fútbol team was staying at one of the hotels in San Sebastian because they were playing the team from...the Basque Country? Not exactly sure...anyway, a  whole mob of people were waiting outside for them to come out. Helen and I were on the other side of the river waiting, too. But, we just didn't have the patience. Sorry Barça...
Why is it my turn to carry the back-pack?
Anyway, San Sebastian, now I see what all of the rage is about and why you're my señora's favorite Spanish city :)
Surfer dudes!

Waiting for the Barça team to come out of the hotel...no joke

Just leave the hotel already!

AH! after biking all day!