Sunday 27 March 2016

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It's 5am. There was a spring forward last night. Waiting for our airport shuttle. Currently 8am in Victoria. Ok the shuttle is here. I'm still asleep.
They were going to make us box punches at the hostel but they forgot. So now we have juice boxes and a cardboard box of 15 hastily made sandwiches.

Sitting in Barcelona airport. Still very tired. Very aware that school starts in two days and that I am not prepared in any way for that.
We're on the plane from Barcelona to Frankfurt. Sammy just pulled out a magazine from the seat back and I thought it said "The Cabbage" in large letters as the title. It actually says "The Catalogue". I'm disappointed.
There's a guy sitting close behind me who is loudly coughing a lot and it's super annoying. My head hurts. The people sitting directly behind me have weird perfume or cologne and it smells like plastic and bad flavoured barbecue chips and cigarette smoke.  It's terrible and I will have to smell it for the entire flight. I think this flight is only an hour and a half. In Victoria time it's 11pm.

We're about half way through our flight to Calgary. I just filled out the Canadian customs declaration form, and I'm worried they're going to take away my macadamia nuts I bought at the market in Barcelona. They're so tasty. I thought about not saying I had them, because Ken said that once he was trying to bring some really nice salted meat back with him, and they took that. He's not allowed to explicitly advise me to not reveal the existence if my macadamia nuts. I also have some pumpkin seeds and almonds and dried corn, but I don't really care if they take those. Mostly it's about the fancy salted and caramelized macadamias. Well I declared them. We'll see if the officers have mercy on myself and macadamias from Barcelona.

Time in Victoria: 12:14pm. The windows on this plane have a cool feature: you can control the level of light they let in. They can be normal windows to completely black, with various shades of blue in between.
I made a list of my priorities in the week I get back. I also realized my birthday is coming up, and I would like to celebrate it somehow as well, although this April is a really busy time. I'll figure it out. Anyway, my list. It's full of things I need to do, and there are a lot of them; but you know your life is good and rich when they are mostly things like "practice viola", "practice musical theatre", "write and record that parody song you've been meaning to", "read Ling Lear", and "do calculus". I mean there are boring errands like emails and  driving tests, but on the whole it's all work to do for a group I want to be part of doing an activity I enjoy. Sometimes I need to remind myself that.
Looks like I've been given a Cajun Chicken wrap for (breakfast? Lunch?). It's mostly wheat tortilla. I still have all those nuts; I think I'm gonna opt for those.

We arrived 40 min early in Calgary, but now the unloading bridge has problems. So it might be awhile.

Well, two and a half hours later we're through security. That took much too long. I love Canada though (and they let me keep my macadamias). The airport workers here wear cowboy hats and say please and thank you. There was a lady in a big rush to get past Matteo at one point when we were walking down a long hallway, and he said lo siento, and then said oh yeah we're in Canada, sorry. And then she took the time to turn back from her rushing to smile and yell "eh!". That would never happen in Europe. Then I saw the security guy who let me through the customs on his break later, talking with a friend over Timmy's mugs. And the people in front of us in security apologized as they were talking a bit longer to get through, and were helpful at the end when stacking the security trays. Everyone is just that little bit more kind, and you don't realize it until you leave and come back, but it's definitely there.
Now I've got two hours to be here, and then to Victoria. Almost back. For the first time in forever, someone else will win Sheila's Easter brunch egg hunt. My legacy stops here because I cannot attend. I wish the victor much luck.

Well, I am home and very tired. I need sleep, which is what I shall get for one day. Then to school and everything back again, I need to sort out my university registration too…

Back to life. Spain was amazing, and thanks and kudos to anyone  who read every single post. See you next time (this summer!).

Saturday 26 March 2016

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We're in Gaudí's (and other designers at the beginning) Sagrada Familía. It's so cool, and so big. It was meant originally to be a very normal gothic church (built on a plot of cheap land on what used to be the outskirts of town because money was tight at first), but when Gaudí held the reigns, it turned into the beauty it is today. The architecture is based on nature and religion.  Its still under construction. There's three entrances; passion, nativity, and glory. Gaudí completed the nativity side while he was alive (he died in 1926) and it is full of symbolism and stories. They're the stories of Christ's birth and childhood, surrounded by fruits and animals and plants of spring and summer. Apparently he wanted to complete the "optimistic" side first in order to receive more funding. We got a guided tour of the place so there are many small facts that we learned.
I love the style of the carvings and statues on the nativity side as well as on the opposite passion side; Christ's death/resurrection. The statues on the passion side are all very geometrical, and tell the story of Jesus' life through pictures. At the top is Jesus on the cross and off to the side some roman soldiers playing dice for his clothes. At the bottom is the last supper and Judas' betrayal and Jesus carrying the cross. There's also a man on horseback, which was the only figure our guide didn't tell us anything about.
Inside the Sagrada Familía is like the inside of a forest. There are 56 (or 58? Can't remember) stone pillars that are styled as Palm trees with their branches supporting the arches of the roof. Inside the four main tree pillars are giant glass convex ellipses of bright colour with black line drawings of symbols for each of Mathew, Marc, Luke, and John. I forget who was who but there was a bird, an ox, an angel, and a lion, all with angel wings. Still to be built are the tallest towers, the Jesus tower and the Maria tower (there's more to be built as well but the tower will be the tallest point of the cathedral). The entire project will be complete in maybe about 30 years, within my lifetime. This is incredible because there were cathedrals that we saw earlier on this trip that took 400 years or more to build, and this one is immense and complicated and a piece of art and will take only under 200 years to build. It's amazing right now, but I can't even imagine what it will feel like to stand in front of the finished thing. We saw models and drawings in an underground section showcasing Gaudí's work. A lot of his original models were destroyed in the Spanish civil war soon after he died, but most of them have now been reconstructed using fragments and his drawings. The way to design the curves at points of the tall cathedral was to hang bags of sand from strings in order to create a string model hanging from the ceiling, which is the cathedral shape upside down. They had one such model hanging in the place. Gaudí also used hyperbolas (3 dimensional of course) to let on as much sunlight as possible (and it is quite bright in the inside with beautiful stained glass and many windows). I'm sure the mathematics behind his architecture are wonderfully complex, and it's do much fun because you end up with an art piece that is mathematical, geometrical, and organized but still beautiful (much like nature).
In the main space of the cathedral, Sammy and I tracked a wifi signal called "STEVEC-GOPRO" to a guy using a go pro. We think his name was Steve but we tried saying it loudly next to him but he didn't respond. But he was wearing earbuds. It was always stronger near him though, so I'm pretty sure it was him. We also decided that it's lucky to touch Jesus' left calf muscle on his depiction at the passion gate tied to a falling pillar representing the Roman Empire. His calf is quite pointy due to the geometrical style. We met under the trees with the green parrots flying around in them to go to lunch and the market.


Eryn, Tekahra, and I went to the market. I got Some amazing freshly squeezed mango juice. It's amazing how many different fruits you can buy there; almost as many as the amount of people there (it was shoulder to shoulder busy). I also got some artisanal macadamia nuts (I tried one-they are so goo, but a bit expensive). Then we stopped for lunch at the cheap falafals place we went to last night and went back to the Casa Gracia; our hostel. Then I spent an hour writing all of this down, and now I'm going to get in a quick nap before I have to pack my bags and shower and head out again for dinner. We are leaving at 4am tomorrow to start the long process of coming home. Many hours of travel ahead.

Friday 25 March 2016

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I'm on a train moving at 300km/h. We're about halfway to Barcelona, and I did manage to get about two hour's sleep in half hour segments. So now I've got about five ish hours under my belt and I'm feeling better.
I bought a tuna salad, yoghurt, and fruit for lunch, and Mikayla gave me her hot chocolate right before we boarded (which was really rich dark chocolate -so good), so I had plenty of food.
At this point in the trip, it being Friday and us coming home on Sunday, I'm starting to really look forward to coming home. I'm not necessarily home sick, but I will really appreciate sleeping in my own bed on a normal schedule. I'm a bit apprehensive about my viola, both GVYO and festival music, but I practiced a bunch before I left and hopefully I'll get enough in this week that I won't be butchered in orchestra on Saturday…  I'm excited to bring home my gifts for everyone, and to wear scarves everyday. I could wear a different one every day for 12 days now, with the ones I have here and at home. And they're all so nice. And the nice olive oil will be good to cook with. And the fancy flavoured lindors (I had a couple of each, but there's still plenty for everyone back home).
I'm going to see if I can manage to read some King Lear on my phone. Or maybe math, or maybe the Supernatural song. I think I can read King Lear all in one day on Monday, and I have a nice smooth ride and flat surface right here, so I might choose math. Or I might play cards.

In our hostel, the lobby has a broken chair, and a chessboard missing half the pieces, and a guitar with three working strings and one broken, unraveled, and loose. They are tuned to F, D, Eb. I used them to compose a lovely song and sing.
Our room is quite nice, six deprecate fluffy beds and a bathroom. Nice and roomy. One key. Later today we're doing a Gaudi tour, and out for dinner. I'm so excited about seeing Gaudi's buildings, including the one still in progress.


We saw a park entirely designed by Gaudí. Palm trees and ceramics and curves everywhere. Tall hill to see the entire city from. Then we did a lot of walking in really busy streets, and ate dinner on a hole-in-the-wall kind of place. We had falafels and they were so good. Then we came back to the hostel. We're gonna play cards now until late: partying hard.

Thursday 24 March 2016

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Woke up after ten hours sleep. Sat out on my balcony for a bit looking at the sun on the Mediterranean. Got dressed in a colourful tie dye shirt. Brought down the rice and some good from our place to the bigger, better place below, now just sitting at a round table  out on their giant balcony with the eight other girls here, about to dig in to a wonderful breakfast of eggs, rice, red and yellow peppers, spinach, cheese, coffee, croissants, cereal, and yogurt. I'm loving this. 

Did a section of math homework, swam in the pool, layer in the sun, got dressed up in a dress a bought and a fancy scarf and when out for dinner with everyone at a restaurant. We walked along the ocean to get there and it was so beautiful with the sunset and the waves and the palm trees. The restaurant was right on the water- we stepped from the sand to inside the place. We wanted paella, but it was too late in the day for that, so instead I got a Bleak (never heard of it before today, but it was really good). It was a little serving size fish, served whole on your plate. It tasted really good, and it was fun to eat an entire small fish.
Mikayla and Liane ordered grilled prawns, which you would think to be pretty good, but they were whole prawns, legs, antennae, and all. So they spent the entire time picking then apart carefully one by one and taking out the prawn poo in one small dark line down the back of them. I hurt myself laughing over it as they complained about the sandy poo, it was so funny and they were laughing too. You can easily eat them without taking out the sandy poo bit after they'd seen it they couldn't eat one without thinking about it.
I had ice cream after dinner. I felt it was a good time for that. It was such a nice dinner at the end of a wonderful day.
But the day wasn't over yet. On the way back, about half the group stripped to their underwear and when swimming in the ocean in the dark. Bryce lost his phone. Then the curtains in our room fell down, so we propped the curtain rod up with two chairs stacked on top of each other very precariously. We ran out of toilet paper but had extra pads so we used those. Then we found more toilet paper. Kendi came to see the curtain carnage and said to just leave it, so we did. The screw holes in the wall were completely worn away; it was clear that this had happens before and people had just shoved it back into the wall as bevy they could. We tried that but it didn't work. 

Then after packing we headed downstairs for juice and more card games. Now it's 3am and I need to be up in 3 hours to catch a 6 hour train. If I sleep on the train I might survive.

Wednesday 23 March 2016

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We're at the bus station again. There's an ad on the wall for "Alhambra" beer, I guess they are using the name of the Arabic fortress. I want to buy something from the mini cafeteria here, but everything they have is sandwiches. It's a good thing I still have some cheese (thanks to the hostel fridge) and fruit and nuts and dried beans. So I should be good for lunch.
We're going to have a lot of free time in Nerja, and I just realized I put my deadline for writing and recording the song I will use for my Supernatural parody at the end of March. Which means I should really prioritize that as well as math for the next two days. It's already Wednesday the week before school starts, that feels very soon.
I don't understand how performers can travel for hours and then get up on a stage and perform. Tours must be exhausting.

We're driving along the Mediterranean coast! This is amazing! The houses are nestled between cacti and palm trees and it's 18 degrees Celsius outside! All the houses are white and small and Greek-like. The ocean is light blue. This ocean is so different from the intimidating deep blue Pacific.  This one looks warm and inviting.
We're at a stop, and in looking at the shadow of a spiky tree on the ground. My first thought was pine tree, because that's always what it's been in the past, but I need to remind myself that this is a shadow from a PALM TREE and the sun is shining from above the MEDITERRANEAN SEA. That's still amazing to me that I'm actually here.
It's funny because it's 19 degrees now and the people outside at the bus stop are wearing long coats, pants, and scarves. I would be in the lightest sundress I own, and probably still be a bit too hot.

Our hotel is amazing. After waiting about 30 min at reception and passing the time by doing some sprint racing and pennywhistle, we climes the hill to our apartments. They are much bigger than our home stays. There are two bathrooms (both with showers), a washer and dryer, three bedrooms (I get one all to myself), a full kitchen, a livingroom, and two balconies (it's a full apartment). I have gone swimming in the sea already, and it was really cold and super wavy and full of rocks and sand, but still warmer than Victoria water. I stayed in for about twenty minutes, and it was so windy afterwards that I air-dried. Then I went in the outside pool and swam a couple laps (my shoulders feel so nice after that). So I'm tired now but very happy and relaxed. Tomorrow is a nothing day, nothing scheduled. Just being here and enjoying the sun. And hopefully getting some work done (I keep saying that…). The chaperones went into town and bought groceries, so we're having dinner here tonight with all the girls. Pizza and salad.
Just finished playing a great game of "Oh Hell".

Just had dinner with everyone and spent the evening playing board games. It was very enjoyable, just having a good time. According to the teachers who came to visit us to give us coffee, the boys were not having as much fun as we were (but they would beg to differ on the group chat). Really good homemade frozen pizzas and salad and soda and strawberries. It's a really good thing we decided to generally cook and eat things all together in the girls' apartment below us (where we ate today). We're having eggs and breakfast all together down there tomorrow. Anyway, our kitchen sucks. We don't have oven mitts or a second oven rack or a wok or five frying pans or a set of pots or a rolling pin or adequate cutlery, all of which they have downstairs. I mean, we do have some weird whisk/flattener thing that I can't for the life of me figure our what it is (it's the last picture in the photo link- see if you can guess what it might be for). Zoe is at the moment cooking some rice and stirring it with a serrated knife, because that's literally all there was. We do. However, have a juicer and a martini shaker. So if we want to make a martini with the milk, Fanta, spinach, ice, and single strawberry we have, we can certainly do it. I think this is some sort if bachelor pad or something, I don't know. It's also got a couple lids that don't have pots to go with them. It's weird that the kitchen downstairs is actually quite well-stocked well our is… Well.

I'm considering getting up early tomorrow at 7an to see the sunrise. I think I will, and then go back to bed. Tomorrow is my free day in Spain; I'm gonna swim in the water of this opportunity (and the literal water of the pool).

Hoping to have a wonderful one-day spring break break day,

Eva.

Tuesday 22 March 2016

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The Alhambra palace. Every square inch is covered in geometrical carvings, with Arabic writing included as part of the design. There are tessellations and tiles and Celtic knots and flowers and vines, all perfectly symmetrical. Unlike in the Christian cathedrals we've seen, everything here is about perfect design. There are no depictions of humans: the closest thing are the twelve lions in the middle of one of the courtyards. There are fountains providing water to the lion statues/fountains in the middle of the courtyard, through channels in the marble floor. Through every window are orange trees and gardens and views of the city.
There is only one piece of Christian-style decoration that I've seen so far, it must have been added after they re-invaded and took over this palace.

On the way up to the palace on the steep dirt path, I saw some Alexander plants like the ones infesting our backyard. Except these had fewer, skinnier leaves, as well as longer stalks. But definitely a variety of Alexanders. I wonder if they also taste like bitter celery.

Now we're going to see the fortress part. It's the oldest part of Alhambra.
There's a couple very tall towers surrounded by ruins and brick walls and ruins of rooms and buildings. Everywhere has a beautiful view of the white buildings and the complex construction that is the medieval city. Everything is on top of itself. High density.
The gardens are very nice (I come from the city of Gardens, so honestly I'm more impressed by the ancient palace and fortress, but these are still really nice). The Arabian carvings are still there on the walls, but this time it's all courtyards and flowers and trees and fountains. The orange trees add a lot of colour with their oranges. There's one fountain that stretches about twenty meters long, with jets of water making parabolas all the way along it. Flowers and neatly trimmed hedges surround it. And on either end are ornately carved arches.
I think the best way to take in Alhambra I'm this blog post is to see the pictures. I don't have as much facts to put down here, but it was an incredible experience nonetheless.
It's interesting the range of languages I hear just sitting on this bench in the gardens. There's Spanish, English, French, German, Mandarin, Italian, and a couple more I can't recognize. There are a lot of tourists here.

We're having free time from now until 5, then 5-7 at the hostel, then 7-11 we're going for dinner and to see a procession from Semana Santa. 
I'm so hungry, and looking forward to lunch. I'm eating with Eryn and Tekahra. After lunch I have some things to get done: I need to go to the bank, do some more shopping, hopefully get some more math done, and if there's time have a nap. I'm really looking forward to Nerja, which is our next place we're leaving for tomorrow morning at 8:30am. We have two nights there and it's all free time to relax. I'm hoping I will be able to intersperse swimming and relaxing with homework.

I just found out there is a roof patio on our hostel: the views are incredible. You can see the overlapping buildings and rooms and stairs. And I would imagine it's a cat's paradise: they would be able to climb over the whole city just on the roofs and patios and clotheslines of the canopy of the city.

Well I chose a nap over homework. I think it was a good decision. We're on our way to dinner. I just bought some tea from a place called Mediaeval, where the tea is outside in baskets and you ask them for a bag to put it in. It's tea right from the source. I got an orange infusion rooibos and an apple rooibos. 

After dinner at a buffet place where I found the best salad and some great meatballs, we went to see the Semana Santa procession (one of them-there are more than one in the city on the same day). There were people in purple suits and large pointy hats carrying huge candles. The kids watching would run out and collect the dripping wax (and there was a lot of it) on a giant wax ball. I bet it's a thing they do every year, also it just keeps getting bigger. Like babybell  cheese wax collecting in elementary school on another level.
There were two giant gold and silver plated float things carried by people. At the end there was a marching band playing very solemn music. It's a very cultural Catholic thing, and apparently Granada (along with Seville) has one of the most elaborate processions in Spain. I can believe it: there were priests holding golden books and children with baskets and swinging incense lanterns.

I'm standing in my hostel room now with the windows open, watching the stray cats run about on the ground and listening to the music of another Semana Santa procession somewhere else in the city. This is truly another place/country. I have loved my stay here in Granada, it's the kind of place where I think it would be amazing to grow up in. It's such an Arabian city, with amazing streets and cats and culture. Granada is a place that up until now I have only imagined in stories.

Monday 21 March 2016

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Photos: https://www.dropbox.com/sh/b0xwncp3i3zha5g/AAAdNWNtdNiy8piF7qogWS11a?dl=0

Bought a really cheap pair of knock-off "apple" headphones from a vending machine. They're about what you'd expect from a bus centre in Madrid, but they do work. And they've got a volume adjuster. My ones I brought along are starting to go very quiet in the right ear, which was starting to get a bit annoying. So now at least I'll have the option of good headphones or equal sound. Just as I'm listening now with the cheap ones, there are all of these new sounds coming from the right; stuff that only plays on one speaker, guitar riffs and such. The bass is terrible though, so I just have to embrace the fact that I'm sitting on the ground of a crowded grimy bus station surrounded by bags and listening to tinny canned music. There is a certain aesthetic to it; that road-trip feeling that Supernatural tries to embrace. It's not quite the same though, because we are in Europe.

We're at a truck stop after about 2, 1/2 hours, I restocked on dried beans and nuts. There's a stray kitten here, really dirty and skinny and very small. It's black and white. Some people are feeding it ham and bread.
This little town we're in is very typically Spanish pueblo: whitewashed buildings, half-conical roof slating, stray cats. Warm and dry. There's one hotel and a gas station and this truck stop, plus a few houses and a post office. That's it.
2 ish more hours and we'll be in Granada.

I just realized, the biggest reason that the landscape looks so different is that there are no conifers. There are hills and rocks and rivers; but whereas in BC there are fir trees and forests everywhere, the hills here have no undergrowth at all and are covered in green grass and short leafy trees, interspersed with broken down ruins of brick and concrete buildings (seriously, these are everywhere). It's so weird to see to the horizon and just see these tame bunches of trees over lush green grass. No bushes or fallen logs or moss or darkness. Everything is bright and it looks artificial at first glance after being used to the rainforests of BC… but flip it around and you can see why the people from Europe were so awed by the landscape of the west coast.

Apparently we're now driving through an area that was used to film a lot of old western movies more cheaply than in America. It's easy to see why; the hills here have dry red soil and scrubby low bushes. Even the buildings look like an old western town; ramshackle and bare metal signs and ruins and abandoned buildings.

Now we're on another bus, a city bus, in Granada. Then another bus via transfer, then where we're staying. Not sure what to expect.

In an alleyway in Granada, waiting for Mr Henderson to check us in to the hostel. We have dinner and flamenco show happening this evening, and a chance to explore the amazing skinny streets and shops of Granada. I officially love the south of Spain. There are two orange trees right here. And beautiful buildings. And warm climate, and water fountains.
Our hostel is somewhere in this 3-D maze of a city, next to a small shopping street. We'll be five to a room, which is more like the hostel I pictured. It's a nice place, filled with English speakers and backpacker-types. There's a communal kitchen, but I don't think we'll really be using it.
The shopping streets here are Arabian-style (this whole place has a very Gypsy/Arabian influence- it's surreal and I love it. I feel like I'm in a storybook). There are so many amazing fabrics and designs and colours and vendors. Everything is fairly priced, as well. And you can bargain with the vendors, they're really nice.

We went to a place called El Templo del Flamenco. Wow it was the most amazing experience. The location is a one hundred year old cave dug into the side of a hill, painted and upholstered to be very cozy and homey. It's in an Arabian style,  with statues and fountains and cloth on the ceiling. The food was, without exaggeration, the best meal I have had in my life. It started with a salad; lettuce, more greens, tomatoes, tuna, pine nuts (?), goat cheese feta, and a sweet balsamic dressing that was just perfect. Best salad ever. Next were eggs (cooked to just the right amount, over easy), ham (really good quality Spanish ham), and potatoes (boiled and fried in olive oil, mixed with a bit of onions, leeks, and garlic, salted to perfection). At this point I thought it couldn't get any better, and we were in ecstasy at our table with amazing food (seriously it was so good. Words can't describe). Next was the best pork ever. I don't know how they cooked it, but it was so good. There was a subtle sauce on the small round soft pieces of tender meat that made them delicious. Again, wow. Then we got some deep fried zucchini and again, incredible. Succulent and juicy and sweet and crunchy and AMAZING. Then came the dancing. The flamenco dancing was 2 hours long and the most intense performance I have ever seen. There was a guitarist, two singers, three female dancers, and one male dancer. The whole thing is predominantly improvised, and they only have a vague plan before they start. But everyone is so talented that you can't tell. The dancers dance from their heart and soul, and their faces are intense and full of anguish or pain. The people who aren't on stage at the time are constantly part of the performance, because they are clapping and stomping and telling and singing and participating fully in the experience. Speaking not clapping: they are all expert clappers. They can clap super fast rhythms between them, back and forth, and manage to stay in time and maintain intensity. And the beat is constantly going, complemented by the taps and stomps and clicks of the dancer's shoes. Like step dance or Irish dance on steroids, with ten times the emotion and passion. Everyone was incredible at what they did, and Mr Henderson said afterwards that this really was the real deal and not some tourist trap. And you could tell. The guitar guy did a piece on his own at one point, completely improvised, and it was the best guitar music I have ever heard. His fingers were flying over the strings. The dancers had strong feet that would sometimes lead, sometimes follow the beat. It was all spur-of-the-moment. There were rhythms that were started by one person and passed through the group from the guitarist to the dancer to the singer, and then they would be part of the song and the beat would continue. I'll try to post some videos that I took when I have better wifi, but I have to say they will not do justice AT ALL to the experience in person. The flan we all got for dessert was mostly forgotten as we all sat mesmerized by the sight in front of us. I just could not believe I was in Granada, in a cozy cave, watching the cultural phenomenon of Roma in the amazing flamenco in front of me. Tonight at El Templo de Flamenco was the best time I have ever had at an eating establishment.


Tomorrow we are up bright and early at seven to see and visit the stronghold where the Muslims made their last stand against the Christians after 700 years of rule. We saw it tonight briefly at a viewpoint, and it looks like a very solid sand-coloured stone castle/palace that is very large.

Sunday 20 March 2016

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Photos: https://www.dropbox.com/sh/ko04bv5i2ljdozj/AADakO7KdeZYYyFv8GXoQP6Ea?dl=0

Today is the museum, and the soccer (football) match. I'm looking forward to both.
Last night I taught a couple people the card game "Oh Hell", and it was good. I hope to teach more today, it's a good game.
I had a dream last night that I worked for a movie company, and I wanted to hire more people for a movie I was doing (because the people I had couldn't to their jobs, and for some reason I couldn't fire them) so I went to the two people in charge, a man and a woman. They were vague and just said no, that there wasn't any money. They took some glasses and balanced them on their finger, and said one side was the money they had and one side was the money we've spent and look, they're equal. I asked for a numerical value of our budget and they still wouldn't admit they didn't know. So I went to accounting. I had a piece of paper with the details of a movie that was filmed years ago, staring Mira Kuroyedov and written by her dad. The paper was typewritten. The lady at the accounting counter said that this other guy could help me, that it was his first day, but that he could probably do it. He couldn't help, only comment on the movie itself, and I ended up really frustrated. Then I woke up. I never learned what the budget was.

The Prado art museum, 1500 paintings. Can't see all of them in 2 hours, just the most important ones. El Greco, from 1400ish, very religious paintings (because of the social context of the time- they had to be for him to be successful). Velasquez from 1600, painting the royal family and the court. Goya from 1790-1810, painting about Napoleon invading Spain, dark paintings post-invasion. I can't take pictures in here, but I'll take note of anything from the audio guide that is really interesting or particularly cool.
Looks like I can't use my phone in there. So I'll try to remember things.

Wow. That was an incredible two hours.  I feel inundated by art and facts and stories. It's amazing how many of the paintings are depictions of classical stories of fables. The most gruesome story depicted was one about a husband and wife and son; the husband raped the wife's sister and cut out her tongue, so in  revenge the wife killed their son and served him to the husband as a feast. The painting is the moment when the wife shows the husband the dead child's head, revealing what the husband has just eaten. On the other end of the spectrum, there are paintings depicting happy royal families and smiling children riding horses and future princes. There are the two paintings by Goya of the clothed and naked Maha. All I could think of was the Jacky Faber books; in them Jacky is the Maha depicted in the paintings. In reality we don't know who the girl was, but in the fictional world of Jacky Faber it was the sailor, soldier, lady, thief, pirate, artist, musician, dancer, gambler Jacky herself.there was the famous Las Meninas, which was really impressive. It's from the perspective of the royal couple being painted, looking at their five year old daughter and her "Meninas", her ladies-in-waiting. There's a dog and some jesters and the painter Velasquez himself painting the couple.
I think my favourite painting was the annunciation by el Greco. I loved the colours and the detail, but it wasn't super detailed like some other ones. I also just really like the look of the angel wings, and bright green robes and bold colours. A lot of the paintings in the Prado are so good, but with really dark colours. But El Greco used bright colours a lot more, and I like that. There were also angels in the clouds playing instruments, and I liked the detail in that as well. The angel Gabriel was the one coming down to Mary, and of course I thought of Supernatural again. This painting really captured the spirit of Gabriel as depicted by the tv show, I think. So I really liked the painting for lots of reasons, but none of them were because I'm actually religious… Just a fan of bright colours and of a TV show that uses Christian beliefs in its plot. But it's also just a really good painting.
There was another painting there that I really liked the composition of, I forget who it was by but it was of the story of the girl who would race her potential suitors, marry the winner and kill any losers. The guy tricked her by throwing down some golden apples, so she stopped to pick them up. And he won. But the painting is really nicely framed, with him on the right with his hand in a stop gesture, and her vending down to collect the apples. The lighting is beautiful.
Every painting and sculpture in there is something I could admire for hours. The horses are so realistic, as are the dogs. The fur and hair is detailed in every painting. The sculptures are amazing in-person, the folds of fabric and the faces and the hands and toes and sandals look absolutely real. There are lots of sculptures that were made in antiquity and then redone and restored in the 18th century.
The audio guide was helpful at times, but most paintings didn't have an audio accompaniment. I wonder how much of the paintings were done by the masters who got their names on the painting and how much we're done by the students. I know in some cases it actually said on the display card that most of the painting, including details on clothes and backgrounds, were done by anonymous students. But some were done entirely by the professional.

After lunch and down time back at the hostel, we are off again. Shopping and the Real Madrid football match.

The diversity of people on the street here is incredible.

Now we're on the metro after shopping fir an hour. Nice prices at the store.

Back at the hostel after the game. I'm so tired. Everything hurts and I have a headache. But the game was so much fun!! One cool thing: there is a part of the stands reserved for the official Real Madrid fan club, and throughout the entire game they were clapping, chanting, singing, and drumming. At one point you could hear them clap on time with the drumbeat, but the drumbeat-and-clap sound was not lined up with the sight of them clapping. It was a whole half second off. I'm sure there's some physics you could do to calculate how far away they were from us in the stands. It was a really good demonstration of how light travels noticeably faster than sound, and also how huge the stadium was. When everyone cheered (four times for the four Real Madrid goals- Sevilla got zero), the sound was so loud. It's easy to get caught up in the excitement of the game. A lot of people were smoking though, so that wan't so fun. We also had to sit alone, because Henderson couldn't find two seats available next to each other. But of course, for the entire game Eryn and I both had empty seats next to us. But we didn't know and there were so many people that it would have been impossible to find each other at halftime, for example.
At halftime (when the neat sprinklers popped up out of the ground) I ate my strawberries (everyone else got pizza for dinner, I got strawberries) and a lot of people were trying not to stare. There were lots of people eating sandwiches, though. I guess fresh fruit is not expected at a football (soccer) match.
After halftime people got more into it. There was lots of yelling if someone missed something, and lots of yelling at the referee. The cheers when Madrid got a goal were incredible. Someone had confetti. One final thing I noticed: the players were totally not afraid to go all out. People fell a lot; on their heads, on other people, on three other people, with somersaults and bellyflops. I think it was definitely worth going, in order to experience such a cultural phenomenon. And I had fun.


The showers at the hostel are incredible. Drench showers right straight down from the ceiling. Now I have to pack for tomorrow; we're headed to Granada via bus tomorrow morning early.

Saturday 19 March 2016

8


The plan is to meet at the round church at 8:30am. We're here nice and early at 8:15 to make sure we're not late, because in the past we've been the late ones, but not today. I hope that no one is late because then we might have to hurry to the train station and that's not an easy thing with all our bags.
The (low-speed) train to Madrid is about 2 hours long. All time that I would have listened to my nano, but it's still here in Salamanca somewhere. I hope at least that someone is using it and it's not just sitting broken on the side of the road in the rain (oh yeah, and it's raining again). And I hope that someone appreciates the doctor who quote on the back. I'm trying to remember if I put a sticker with my address and email on the back of it, I know I did when I had my iPod touch. But even if I did, the person who found it would have to care enough to take off the case and then contact me. And it's not like there's an incentive or anything. So I don't have Pentatonix for the train to Madrid.

The hostel in Madrid is INCREDIBLE. The lobby is exactly like an Ikea display; you know. Those ones that are really nice and cool but you can't actually live in. Well this hostel is all like that. The rooms are nice too: just enough space to be comfortable in, not too little, not too much. Nice comfy beds, private bathrooms, windows that all open up onto the same courtyard so we can lean out of the windows and yell at each other, many floors, clean stuff, all very nice. There are lots of young people here, from all over the world, so we fit right in. The only thing is that our bathroom door is see through, so is our shower. So Eryn and I put up a towel in the door of our room.

17th century writers all lived in the neighbourhood of letters, here in Madrid. Don Quijote was written here. It's full of green spaces and trees here, which I really like.  And there are famous quotes on the ground in metal along the one Main Street. There are trees along the side  it's a really pleasant place, very comfortable. You can imagine you're in a small village and to the capital city. Like everywhere else, there are occasional cars and motorbikes pushing their way through the crowd. They have to go very slowly along here. There are bikes and buskers and everything you would imagine to be on this kind of a city street. Restaurants line the street, with apartments above. It would be very nice to live here, I think. Madrid is beautiful. There are bikes in groups and crowds and hordes.
In the plaza de sol (of sun) is where the twelve bells sound on New Year's Eve. On each gong, one grape is consumed. So everyone, young and old, needs twelve grapes to eat at midnight. Apparently there is at least one person in hospital each year because of this tradition, usually elderly.
This plaza is the centre of Spain. Protests happen here, all historically important documents were signed here, and this is where you can get pictures with mickeys Mouse, Peppa Pig, and Alien and Predator.
The symbol of Madrid is a bear eating an apple of of a tree, and there is a statue of this in the plaza. The bear has a golden heel, which is supposed to be good luck if you touch it. I didn't touch it though.
There's another plaza here, like a bigger version of the plaza maestro on Salamanca. Big statue of Rey Felipe in the middle, equivalent of the bell in Salamanca. Everyone meets here. There are buskers and people selling things and drawing portraits. It's very busy, definitely a bigger city feeling than Salamanca. There's a fun goat puppet with someone inside. It's great. There's a guy selling a small reed thing (double reed- like an oboe) for two euros that you put in your mouth and hiss into. It make a kind of squeezing sound, that can be birds or cats and stuff it's cool, but now everyone is getting them so our group is turning into a pack of birds. Selfie sticks and segways are everywhere. There's a Dora that looks drunk and a fat Spider-Man. We can't stop laughing.
There's a giant palace here, big gates out front and everything. A bit like Buckingham. 2800 rooms. Across from it is the cathedral of Madrid, one hundred years in the making (finished 18th century). This is where the royal family gets married and goes to church.
There's a boulevard with statues of the old Spanish kings, which apparently come alive at night. The area is surrounded by fancy gardens and parks, and really expensive apartments. There's a big opera house down here as well, with carvings of angels and cherubs playing instruments.
We had dinner at a Mexican place, nachos and tacos. So good. A very small place for twenty three of us, though. Nice and cozy. Now we're at a grocery store for five minutes, I'm restocking on 90% chocolate. And dried apricots.
I appreciate that there is a very obvious shelf right by the checkout for sexual health: condoms, lube, etc. I like that they are not hiding it away somewhere, it's very accessible. This is how to erase stigma around buying these things. Well done Madrid.

Back at hostel, I think we're gonna play some card games tonight. Tomorrow is a big day, the museum, and more exploring.

Friday 18 March 2016

7


 Last night I couldn't find my iPod nano. It was sitting on my desk while I was doing math homework, and then I couldn't find it after dinner. I spent about an hour last night looking for it everywhere in my room, in my stuff: behind the desk everywhere with a flashlight, under the bed, under the mattress, in all my bags (very throughly). At this point, my best guesses are that the dog took it, or a bird came in through the open window and took it. No sé nada.

School was fine. I'm understanding things and learning vocabulary. We got official certificates at the end of today right before our daily out trip, which was an activity in the plaza Meyor. We had to ask members of the general public for information on statues and stuff. It was a bit scary to use minimal Spanish on unsuspecting people, but we survived.
We are with our group again now after lunch. It's raining quite a bit at the moment, which is actually nice because it reminds me of home. We got croissants and coffee, I got nothing.
Now we're exploring the tower of the cathedral of Salamanca. All the passageways are really skinny and dimly lit; I tried to take photos but it's hard to see much inside. There are spiral staircases (twisting clockwise upwards as always- enemies ascending I'll not find it easy to swing their sword if right-handed) and small passageways. Each room seems to be displaying a certain aspect of the cathedral. The first room is all about music. There is an early (very early) version of a stand up bass, as well as old flutes and oboe-like instruments. There is an example of sheet music from an era a bit after the era of giant choir books, it's so interesting to see the gradual progression to our system that we use today. There is a clear key signature, but still no clef. There are barlines, but the number of beats in each bar is not constant. Some have six, some have four, others have twelve. It is still very confusing to read for the modern musician, but at least there are notes and a general rhythm unlike the leather choir books with only a string of black diamonds one after the other.
Some of the books and letters her are from 1400's. That's awhile ago… And some are still amazingly intact.
There's a room in here called "Pieza Angular" in Spanish. I'll look that up when I can. It seems to be a very special room where the families of the grand monks would live. It's really tall and atmospheric, they have speakers in here that play medieval choir music and the sounds of various catastrophes that have happened here over the centuries. There was a big fire in 1705, and an earthquake in 1755. You can see the holes in the side of the wall where wooden boards were placed. It looks like there were at least four floors and an attic. There's a small corridor off to one side where the bathroom was, on the bottom floor. It was also a temple and place of music.
From the tower you can access a sort of ornate catwalk around the whole interior of the main cathedral, giving the higher-ups a place to really be higher up, looking down in comfort on whatever the main event was in the hall.
This system of catwalks also connects to a lot of outside walks and balconies. And spiral staircases. So many. I can imagine how many people fell down and just kept falling because it's so steep, and bumping into other people coming the other way along the uneven unforgiving stone staircase lit by small torches on the wall.

I still can't find my nano. I'm so confused as to what happened, I have a picture of it on my desk from right before I left, I can back and it's gone.

The language faculty is the oldest of the university. The courtyard here is covered in "victory" symbols: variations with the letters "VICTOR". When you finish a doctorate here at the University of Salamanca, you get to make your own letter design and paint it on the wall of this original courtyard (built 1220) along with your name and the date. Historically these designs were painted in red, with the blood of bulls, but now it's paint, red or black. It's interesting to see the different incorporations of the letters in "victor", some are much more complicated than others.
Again, there are storks living in big nests on top of the towers surrounding this courtyard. 
There are old victory graffitis in bulls' blood on the outside walls. They're a bit worn.
We get to visit the sky of Salamanca "Cielo de Salamanca", a ceiling painting from 1473 depicting all the stars and constellations in the sky of Salamanca. It was transported to a safe location to preserve it, I think it was originally in the entrance of the university. It's in a dark room, humidity-controlled etc to preserve. I recognize some constellations, others not so much. Leo, Scorpio, Libra, Virgo, Hydra, and the centaur are pretty obvious. Then there are more, a person driving a cart pulled by crows, a chariot that has sun lines coming out of it (actually I think that's Appollo), and a guy burning on a stone slab (it says "Ara"). They all have words underneath, some are worn off. Aries is a centaur holding a sacrificial lamb. There seems to be one that says Hercules. It's very cool and detailed, and a prized possession of the university.

Here we are in the plaza Meyor, the losers of the bet from before about to do push-ups and sing oh Canada. Here we go. The sun came out a bit for this.
That was great. I'll post a link to the video as soon as I can. So many people watching, Italian students I think, and Spanish. Sharing Canadian pride through push ups and the anthem.

We went churros-ing and shopping; I bought a dress and another shirt. And earrings for Christina, whom I babysit for often. They're very pretty, I hope she likes them. Now I just have to find wonderful presents for her kids.
We came home around 9:30, and had dinner. Maribel was just going out (Friday night and all), so Eryn and I ate alone. Alfonso came home and then went out again. Eryn and I started packing: we're leaving tomorrow at 8:30. Later, Maribel came back. She gave us lunches for the road tomorrow. And all our laundry was dry for today so that's good (clean underwear, yes!).
Still no ipod. I thought maybe it was at the salsa club where we went yesterday, that it had put it in my jacket and it fell out, I don't know. But after dragging Eryn on a fun adventure at 11:45pm to walk to the place and ask (we got briefly accosted by a homeless guy- I pretended not to speak a word of Spanish), they hadn't seen anything. I shared this hypothesis on Facebook with Liane (one of the teachers on this trip) and she seemed to have something to tell me but I was in the shower at the time and I missed her by two minutes (she has no wifi in her hotel room and she went to bed before I could ask what's up). So who knows. Who can never be sure.
I guess the only hope now for my nano is that the thing Liane was going to say was "we have your nano in our bags, wow good thing we found it and so weird that it's here". So I'm saying goodbye to my red nano with green case full of all manner of music from Deckshoo by Radio Radio to Arutunian Trumpet Concerto to First Circle by Pat Metheny to Sing Sing Sing with Benny Goodman to every Coldplay, Stromae, Lorde, Led Zepplin, and Supernatural soundtrack song in existence. It also had a plethora of podcasts I hoped to listen to. I have all this music etc at home, but I won't have it for the next week or so. Bit sad. Also that small losable brand-name MP3 player cost a lot of money. And I don't like paying money because I lost something (had something stolen/eaten by a dog/taken by a bird/????). It's all a big question mark. I need Sherlock Holmes for this mystery.
At least I still have my pennywhistle. And my voice. Musical entertainment à la 18-19th century.


Thursday 17 March 2016

6

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No photos for this one. 

Another day in classes. My class is a bit lacklustre, I think. We tried to sing a song together but no one really joined in. I think we're all just tired. We did a psychoanalysis by choose-your-own-adventure style Spanish story. Apparently, because the key I found in the forest was new and shiny and silver and small, my friends are superficial. But I kept the key so my friends are for life. I don't know, I think the science is not exact on this one… It was good for practicing Spanish though.
Our outing today was to the roman bridge (in the daytime this time) to read the story of the blind man and the little guide (El lazarillo y el ciglo) which was written about 500 or more years ago about a a very poor boy who is being the guide for a very mean old blind man. The boy's mother is very poor, with another son, and it's basically up the him to find his own food. So he's starving, and resorts to stealing food and wine surreptitiously from the blind man, who notices and treats the boy very poorly and with intention to harm. Bit of a sad collection of little stories about the two, but very cool that the entire thing is set at and under the roman bridge, even mentioning a statue of a bull which stands next to the bridge. There's a statue there of the two fictional characters, in their honour. They're pretty well known.
After lunch, Supernatural came on television in Spanish. Apparently my host family watches it from time to time. That's very exciting. I posted on Twitter and mentioned the actor's names. They won't respond, but one can dream, right? I showed the picture of me and Julia dressed as Sam and Dean at Halloween to the family, they seemed to get a kick out of it. The sister (here visiting for a couple days) agrees with me that those boys "son muy guapos". And the son Alfonzo says it's one of his favourite shows. So I'm in good company.
Tonight we have some Spanish dance lessons at 7pm, really looking forward to that. And until then, after lunch, I am sequestering myself in my room to try to get some homework done. We'll see how that goes.

Well, I actually got homework done. A whole section, in fact. Calculus, man. So good, so mathy. My brain is exercised.
And we went dancing! Salsa dancing! It's like swing dancing, there's a back step, step, and then a pause instead of another step. It's a lot of fun. I had the pleasure of dancing with Sammy, and we got most of the steps right. The turn is tricky, though.  There are four major steps. Then we got some free time to dance. Not enough though, in my opinion. It was nice to dance. There was one we learned where you put on sunscreen, go in the water, then drive a "wow-wow", a car. Lots of fun.

Hamburgers for dinner, then drawing in the living room. And then goodnight.

Wednesday 16 March 2016

5


About to board our bus (same one we took to here from the airport) to Segovia and Avila. There is someone (Nick) feeling sick and they are not coming (Sammy is feeling better and is with us). I'm going to try very hard to not get sick, that would suck. Apparently we're going to be a lot busier after this Salamanca time, so maybe I should try to get my homework done while I'm here and not put it off too much longer.
For breakfast today I cracked open the fancy ham that I bought a few days ago. It was so good. I think it's salted and aged for awhile, it looks kinda like bacon but tastes a bit different. I had that with some hard boiled eggs. It was a nice heart breakfast; I like hearty breakfasts but it's not generally done here in Spain. I just like having the energy from a nice breakfast to keep me going throughout the first part of my day.
We'll see how this bet thing works out. Minute we step off the bus, I'll be listening. No English.
In the bus: we're passing old castle ruins in fields. One in particular is very castle-like. Turrets and all. Just sitting in the middle of the field, no roads or anything.

Ávila has a stone wall around all of it, with turret towers and crenellations.
"Muralla" in Spanish.
It was built in around 1000 after the Christians reconquered this area to keep out the Muslims. The Muslims left in around 1400. Estylo románico is when the windows are very small and tall, to shoot arrows out of but not get shot at. This was the style in 1000-1300 when the wall was built. I guess it's more of a security measure than a style, but Seve called it a style, so…
Just entering the city now by way of a small entrance (picture Bree from LOTR). To protect the city, it was always closed at night.
All the streets are super narrow cobblestone with overhanging buildings and balconies.
The cathedral here is built into the wall, and is older than any cathedral we've seen before (started 1100, finished 1500).  Less ornate, and full of different styles ending with gothic. 400 years of construction makes for mixed styles I guess. So there are tiny small windows and old bricks, and one fancy gothic style façade with a fancy glass window made from different stone.
There are really sweet candies called yemas de Santa Teresa, Saint Teresa being a saint that lived 500 years ago. I think her forearm is in this cathedral because cities we're fighting over where her body should be so they split her up. "Yema" means yoke, pad of finger (fingertip?) and also this kind of really sweet candy.
There's a Burger King here. Of course there is.
Inside the tourist "walk the wall" entrance there's a replica of the wall out of wood. It's interesting to see the way it's not completely straight.
Now we get to walk along the wall and see all the small streets below us.
Tyson, Jayda, and Ken Henderson already all lost the bet. You can be sure I will be filming the Oh Canada and push-ups in Plaza Meyor. 
There's a big hole (covered up with wood now) which used to be a staircase. And it includes a drain pipe. I can see into courtyards from up on the wall, hidden places in the city that you can't see from the street.
I found the place where they pour the hot oil onto intruders, they put a grate over it. It's right on top of the main entrance. So they can shoot them with arrows and then kill them with oil if they come too close.
I love how this city is like a jigsaw puzzle; there's no empty space. Buildings and roofs and the surrounding wall join up and cover the sky.
Mr Henderson has a metaphor for Spain, and for traveling in general: it's a buffet at the Empress. Everything is amazing, there's so much to eat bit at some point you just can't eat everything. I think it sums up Ávila (and Spain) pretty well.
Periodically there is a drain going down from the wall to the outside. Honestly, the architects really did plan this thing quite well. There are some boards put up along one portion of the wall where people's windows are right next to the wall. I guess they got tired of tourists staring in at all hours.

Me Henderson bought us some of the super sweet candies (which I now know are made of egg yolk and sugar, hence the name). I'm not going to have any, just because they are so sweet and I feel like that would be too much cheating on my no-sugar rule (I had a smidge of 90% chocolate instead). Emma says it tastes like soft toffee, but minus the stickiness. And quite sweet. People seem to like them or dislike them a bit, I think they taste a bit different than anything they've ever had before. They're whole egg yolks and sugar. Little yellow blobs, dusted with white.

In Segovia, we will see a roman construction that is 2016 yeas old. Year 0. This construction is an aqueduct. I'm so excited, because roman aqueducts are famous. And amazing. This one is still in use, transporting water from the mountains to Segovia. Segovia is quite close to Madrid, a 20 min drive. The food of Segovia are piglets, so there are symbols of little pigs everywhere.  Ponche is a kind of candy natove to here as well. There is a cathedral here, the "little sister" of the cathedral in Salamanca, built on the same style, slightly smaller.
We just drove by the very start (end?) of the aqueduct. It runs right through the city, pretty low-key at the start. Just a little hole type thing in a low building. Then it runs through a checkpoint building, then starts with the arches until it crosses a valley in the middle of the city using two sets of arches. Built using no mordant. It's held together with friction. Incredible.
There's a small monument of a wolf feeding two small children. It represents two brothers who built Rome who were abandoned by their father and we're raised by wolves.
I'm still in awe of the fact that this has stood, plain stones, for 2000 years. I'm afraid it's going to fall. But I know it won't.
There are mountains here that are supposed to look like a sleeping woman but it's hard to see when there's snow. I think it's just hard to see generally.
Again, skinny streets of cobblestone.
But this time with roman buildings, churches, and statues everywhere. And sphinxes and statues of famous men who led Segovia into battle many times, like Juan Bravo. 
There are no real car roads, but service vehicles and others occasionally make  their way through the crowds of people, like an elephant in a crowd of flamencos. It happens sometimes in Salamanca as well, cars just pushing their way across the cobblestones to small garages underneath small apartments.
Zoe and Matteo both lost the Spanish game as well. Practicing Oh Canada on the bus.
There's totally a weeping angel on top of one of the cathedral towers. It's grey while the rest of the building is sand-coloured, and it looks exactly like they do on the show, and it looks completely out of place. I'm a bit scared.
There's a guy advertising his restaurant in English: "All the foods".
I bought a nice shawl from a lady on the side of the road with her stall. She tried to get me to buy other things. But no. My obvious tourist ness was definitely a factor. The shawl is probably worth about €10. She said €20 at first. Then down to €15. Then I got it to ten. It's still possible I overpaid, but honestly I would rather buy things in Spain from street stalls than multibillion dollar department stores.
Apparently the cathedral here has been cleaned and that's why it's such a light colour compared to the one in Salamanca.

This castle, in Segovia, is the one that Disney was inspired by to make the logo. The original was built in 1100. But it's been destroyed and rebuilt many, many times since then. It has been a military school, a palace, and other things. Each room has elements from throughout the centuries. The big tower is surrounded by scaffolding at the moment, for cleaning and repairs, and was used for the most important things. We're going to climb to the top in a small dingy spiral staircase from the original castle. Escalera de caracol (snail) in Spanish.
There's a giant moat around the castle. The only way to get in is a small bridge four feet across. Very defendable.
Ok well apparently the scaffolding is also an indication that we can't go up because it's closed. So I think we're going to see the cathedral now instead. 
The cathedral of Segovia is exactly the same layout as the one in Salamanca. There are many many chapels. And a small museum area where you're not allowed to take pictures. There are so many amazing paintings and artifacts. Metal flowers, golden crowns, giant intricate tapestries, etc.
There's a display of keys. They're all so big and heavy. And some are very complex. There are also ancient coins: they all have prints of the King/queen in power at the time, or a coat of arms.
There's a courtyard in the middle, just like the other one. And a well in the middle of the courtyard.
The choir space is the same as the one in Salamanca: two fancy gold-plated angel-adorned organs sandwiching a semi-circle of carved wooden choir seats. And a book-holder in the middle: this time with four example books on it! The same kind of music notation, but two were closed so you could see the heavy leather covers and metal clasps holding them closed. I think the giant books are my favourite part of visiting the cathedrals here.

After the cathedral it was time to head back on the bus. We met under the roman aqueduct again. And drove back. We got home at about 9:30, the same time as the last couple days, but I'm more tired. Today was a very long day. But very cool. Now I have to fill out a page of homework we got on Ávila and Segovia for tomorrow's class in Spanish.

And have dinner. And then sleep.

Tuesday 15 March 2016

4


Last night I found a little cockroach in with my night guard. It was just a small one, but still pretty gross so I washed my night guard very well before I put it in my mouth. I guess it must have crawled in through one of the little ventilation holes and decided it was a nice small dark place to hang out. I didn't manage to catch it afterwards so I really hope it doesn't feel the need to revisit my stuff.
Today at Dile again. More Spanish. I feel like I'm losing confidence in Spanish speaking abilities, but it might just be that I'm trying to say more complicated things and talk in past tense. Conjugating verbs is still not absolutely immediate for me, especially in non present tenses. And I have to remember that I can use "am eating" or "is doing" because that tense doesn't exist in French which is the framework I base most of my Spanish on. I can pretty much understand most of what's being said to me though.
We did grammar, and talking, and that sort of stuff, then to "Zuma" clothing store to practice vocabulary revolving around clothes. The clothes there are very stylish. Everyone here has a fashion sense. Zuma is also in what looks like an old stone fancy building like the ones I saw yesterday with our group. A department store in an ornate stone building.
I always feel a bit awkward when Maribel is making food because I think I should help but the kitchen is so small that really I would just be getting in the way of everything. So I set the table and try to help in other ways.

We actually have time to nap today because we meet at 5pm at the round church. I've never been so excited to sleep. I choose nap time over reading King Lear and calculus homework (which I do have to get done, but not today). I should remember to buy gifts for people soon…

Department store: El Corte Inglés. Six floors. They have a sports section which is basically all the clothes us west coasters would wear on a regular basis.
Coats, fleeces, practical clothing.
Santa Semana is coming up, Holy Week. El día de el Padre is a chance for stores to offer huge savings apperently. There are signs everywhere about savings on Holy Week. It's so cultural.
They have 90% Lindt chocolate! Yes! (and 99%) it tastes a bit different here. Better, I think. I also bought some really nice olive oil and fancy flavours of lindor to bring home.
I just had one piece of milk chocolate. It's so sweet. Wow.

We're doing a pub crawl, but with tapas bars. Every second store is a tapas bar. We went to a Mexican one first, I got a rice quesadilla that was deep fried cheese, basically. Pretty good. Very salty. There was wifi there, so I was able to message and snapchat my mom and my friends on the other side of the earth from a small tapas bar in Salamanca. Isn't the internet amazing. This place we're at now though, across the street from the "Van Dyck" Mexican style tapas bar is really good. I got Brie cheese deep fried with almonds. Not something I would think to put together, but super amazing. I totally have new ideas for Brie now. Fried Brie with nuts, new breakfast. I also got some chicken, so now I'm really full. Good thing dinner is at 10pm. I like this system of naps and late dinners. It's like two mini days filled with mini meals (tapas/pinchos) and one big meal in the middle.
A bet has been made between Henderson squared, Zoe, Matteo, Tyler, and a couple others. The idea is to only speak Spanish, except "como se dice" for certain words, all day tomorrow starting the minute we step off the bus on our day trip to Segovia and Ávila. It should be a really exciting trip, one of the cities still has it's medieval wall. The bet should be good too: any losers have to do fifteen push-ups in the plaza Meyor while singing Oh Canada. Personally I want to see Henderson do this. Actually just everyone. In any case this should be good. At least we're not playing assassin, now that's a stressful game. 


No dinner for Eryn and I tonight. Too many tapas (or not enough, because they're SO GOOD).

Monday 14 March 2016

3: Spain


Today was our first day at at Dile. We got plastic folders with a pen and a paper booklet full of Spanish activities. Our group of 17 was split into three groups for instruction. Our group has Helen in it, a student from Berlin who's been here three weeks and didn't speak any Spanish before that. She's really good. She also knows German, French, Italian, and English. I got to know her a bit in the last part of classes which was an excursion to the façade of the university once more to answer a sheet of questions.
We have Teresa, Seve(rino), and Laura as teachers. Seve is very energetic, and enthusiastic. Teresa and Laura are more laid back. Even just listening to Spanish all day is really helping me. We did some activities and I'm starting to remember my two years of Spanish…
I'm surprised by how far back the Dile  building stretches. At first, from the street, it looks like it has one, maybe two classrooms. But actually it has at least five, plus other rooms. It's a near building.
The first part of our days at Dile will always be Spanish writing, speaking, listening and grammar. The last part is always some sort of outing: today we went to the university, for example. In the afternoons Dile teaches ESL to Spanish speakers, and our Esquimalt group meets up again. Today we're meeting at 4pm at Plaza Meyor, under the bell (apparently a very classical historical meeting point for everyone throughout the ages).

I bought pistachios the other day and now I have a bag full of shells and whole pistachios and other nuts all mixed together, after bringing them  and eating them around town last night. So now I have the fun activity of sorting out the shells from what is edible. It's taking awhile.
The wifi here is still not super great, and I can't find a good way to upload pictures yet but when I figure it out you'll know because there will be pictures on all of these Spain posts.

Just hangin out in front of the cathedral playing "snaps", a great game. Will explain later.

Wow. Cathedral of Salamanca. Wow.
I thought it was just one room. I was wrong. I think I'm lost, there was a big room, then another side chapel, and now I'm somewhere in the corridors to the side of the side chapel…  Every wall is carved and gold plated, or painted. Some of the images have their heads blanked out, and some have been redrawn in again. I think this is evidence of the occupation of this area at different times of different religions, I know there are some that don't allow images of God to be portrayed so the head is blank. History. I don't know. But I'm standing in a place that's over 1500 years old… and I'm still finding new rooms and getting lost.
There are more giant books here. Music ones. And so many paintings as well. Everything is ancient, stone, silent, and intricately detailed.
Thanks to my grade five project on Greek columns, I can tell you that most of the columns here are Corinthian.
There's a room here with one of the oldest organs in Europe. It's not actually that big. It looks like it was once very, very beautiful. 
There's a group from France here as well. I talked to them, said I did an exchange there. But they didn't really seem like they wanted to talk to me. I mean, they do look all fancy and fashionable and I'm wearing runners, safety sunglasses, a fleece, etc. so who knows.
They've got a guide though, speaking in nice slow Spanish for them to understand (that I can understand). So I'm tagging along on the tour with Ken and Kendi. Free information. Apparently they frown on translation here.
There's a choir room all with individually carved chairs. The tour guide says the big choir book is called a  "cantorale" and in this room there's another giant book holder for the choir and two organs. The guide says the book was given as a gift from a composer to a poet of the time, as a thank you for a musical collaboration.
There are some guys vacuuming in one of the really fancy gold plated chapels. It's funny to see the juxtaposition of casual modern and extravagant history.
There's one chapel with so much detailed gold plate that it just looks like bumps. But the bumps are people, plants, and animals in gold plate.
There's a chapel with a saint's left arm contained in a silver plated box. It's very withered. And it looks like old dead flesh, which it is. At this point I can't help thinking of the TV show Supernatural. Sam and Dean would probably need to steal it for some fancy spell. Or maybe Castiel would steal it for them. Yesterday there was a statue of Micheal defeating Lucifer, which also made me think of Supernatural… I can't help but think this is not how it's supposed to go; Supernatural references Christianity, not the other way round.

We are at a tapas bar that used to be a horse stable for the rich members of the university. It's a long dome-roofed building made of bricks, no windows. It's popular with the university students, so there are people working on laptops and drinking coffee in this ancient brick horse stable. There's a coat of arms on the wall made of stone that's probably more than 1000 years old and there are university students at bar tables on iPhones. Such juxtaposition. It's all over the place here.
I just had a slice of Spanish quesadilla, a kind of cross between stuffed mushroom caps and quiche. There was egg, potatoes, fish (prawns?), egg, cheese. It's pretty darn good.

Free shopping time. There are some mannequins with very mal-placed eyebrows. It's a bit disturbing.
There's a shirt that says "I was a watermelon, but I feel like a cloud".
I just realized I'm taller than most women here. Are people shorter in Europe?
We stocked up on food (snacks) at the Carrefour (which just happens to be right next to a gigantic historical church- everything is like that here). I got some nuts, raisins, giant corn, tomatoes, cheese, and some of the BEST HAM EVER. Jamón Ibérica. I'm never going back. It's made from pigs that eat only acorns and have the very best luxury pig lives ever.
I bought a t-shirt. I'm surprised because I thought I wouldn't like anything, but this one caught my eye. It's a design of a hand with lots of detail and doodles on a dark magenta background. It was only €9 so I don't feel too bad about "splurging". Also, the printed price is the actual price. There's NO TAX. It cost exactly €8.99. I love it.
I bought a scarf. €12. White, can double as a shawl. Goes with everything. Estoy muy contenta.

Had fries and squid and strawberries for dinner at 10pm.
Fin