Thursday, 17 March 2016

6

6

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


Sunday, 13 March 2016

2: Spain



So here we are in front of Dile. There's a Sunday market setting up in the square. I have a map, I have keys, I have knowledge of how to get back to my home stay. It's 1 degree Celsius. I'm ready! Salamanca here we come!
Wow. Plaza Meyor is great: this is probably where we will be meeting in the future. I know how to get from my house to Dile, and from the round church to the plaza, so now I just have to learn how to get from Dile to the round church. Everything here is all about walking, all the roads surrounding the plaza are walking only. There are occasional cars and vans bringing bread to the small street stores and people everywhere doing various things, walking, selling, etc.
Everywhere I look is another thousand year old fancy stone building.
We are taking a break now at a small tapas or "pinchas" bar near the plaza. Everything is so good! There's this kind of tuna casserole thing with peas and carrots and potatoes which I ordered. So far everyone is very nice. By the end of today I think my Spanish will have improved so much. And I can't imagine by the end of the week…
There's a Spanish television program playing in the café, it looks like a Monty Python holy grail type thing, medieval show, it's full of slapstick. And a painting on the wall of the last supper with pop culture figures, Marilyn Monroe is in the middle, there's James Bond, Frankenstein's monster, some cowboys etc.

In front of the original building of the University of Salamanca (opened in 1220), there is a huge ornate carved façade which apparently hides a toad. It is tiny and sits on top of a skull, I found it eventually. It represents the prostitutes that lived across the river from the university. When it first opened, it was all male monks attending the university, so the toad on the skull was saying not to give into your carnal desires (the toad) or bad things would happen (the skull). I'm amazed that this façade is so famous just for this one little toad, there are so many more symbolic carvings on it, all so incredible and intricate.

Now just laying down for siesta, a nap in the middle of the day. We came back home to have the midday meal: we had chicken, fries, fruit, and "Russian salad" same thing that I had for lunch (tuna, egg, potato, olives, etc). Really good. Listened to Maribel talk for a bit, got most of it I think. Talking about past students she's hosted from all over the world (South Africa, India, Europe, USA, and more) and she said there would be more students coming tomorrow (or possibly tonight?) from England. So that's cool. Also taking about her kids.
We're meeting our group again at 4pm at the round church (we'll be out till 9pm), so I've got about 45 min to nap.

Now we're out again, in a different plaza. We had to wait about 45 min for Lianne (teacher chaperone) to arrive. She got lost somewhere, I don't know… We played some ultimate frisbee in an open square while we waited. There was a marching band gathering there as well, people our age. They're ok.
St Stephen's chapel dates from 1610. It was built by the Dominicans. Again, another amazing façade, and we get to go inside this time too…
There's an open courtyard, with giant stocks nesting on the top of every tower.
I'm sitting here in this 500 year old church and I don't know how I should appreciate it properly, it's so incredible. It's a giant stone room made in the times when most people lived on farms drinking ale and eating pottage and bread and rarely meat and here is this solid stone vaulted place of gathering that has stood for 500 years…
The inside of the hall is amazingly ornate. The entire background of the altar is all ornate gold plate, made with gold brought back from the Americas (there's a whole upper floor devoted to documentation of their "freeing" the peoples of America…). Everything carved in here is gold plated. There's a painting off to one side of heaven, with lots of angels flying around and Mary being crowned queen.
There's a giant illuminated manuscript on display- about 3' by 5'. The detail is impeccable- I wonder if the pages are made of animal skin or cotton. I think cotton pages were later on, also this looks like leather-type texture. The cover is thick and edged with medal. I'm just in awe of the penmanship. I can do patterns, but nothing close to this level of intricacy and preciseness. Every pattern is fully fleshed, and dragons and birds are woven seamlessly into the vines (dragon's tail becomes vines, breathing fire-vines). Wow. This makes me want to try to copy it in my sketchbook when I get home. Which I might do.
There's another painting on the wall of the balcony of the chapel. It features a chariot with a person and an open book: epiphany. Above are angels and people following the word of God. Below the chariot are seven animals representing the seven deadly sins: a bear, a goose, a turkey, a sheep, a dog, a wolf, and a turtle. Turtle is sloth, bear is anger, dog is envy, wolf is lust. Not sure about the rest.
There is another giant book in the balcony, next to a book holder that props up four giant books at once. They are for the choir to see and read, and the book in there had an early version of the five line staff system, three sharps (they were black diamonds, but I think they were meant to be sharps). No clef, and the notes were just black diamonds, some of them stretching longer (possibly to indicate longer notes?). I guess everyone in the choir would be able to see the music since it's so big.

We went to the plaza Meyor for some tapas, and now we're at a 2000 year old roman bridge. That's still in use.

Back at homestay. My feet hurt. But I feel great, so many new experiences in the last 24 hours. Tomorrow at 9am are our first Spanish classes at Dile. Salad and sausages for dinner.

Two girls from Denmark are here: Ida (Eeda?) and Hanna(h) (no idea about spelling). They seem nice. They're fluent in English. They're here for a week, like us.


Welp, time to sleep. I'm tired.

Saturday, 12 March 2016

1: Spain


Welcome back to my blog everyone. It's been awhile, but I'm heading to Europe once more. This time to Spain.
I'm currently just sitting in the Victoria airport, waiting to board to Calgary, from there to Frankfurt, from there to Madrid. It will be a long journey I'm sure. Which should give me time to finish sketching and emailing in some mural designs that I need to get done by the end of today… I also have calculus homework.
At security they confiscated my leatherman squirt. I'm not surprised, but it's kinda sad because now I have to buy a new one (They'll hold it till lunch but my mom can't come get it…). However, they did let me take my apples, whole cucumber and carrots through security. I'm really hoping that continuing my current diet of no sugar, low carb will be possible, and I'll do my best but sometimes I think I won't have a choice. It's been long enough now that my tummy is not happy when I eat straight-up wheat - maybe I can stick to rice.

Now I'm on the plane to Calgary, pretending to chew gum. You forget how much of an island you live on until you fly up, and are over the randomly distributed green dots for about two seconds before the white peaks of the Rockies stretch out beneath you. Time to make use of the 1500+ songs on my nano. On a plane this small, I can't help thinking of Cabin Pressure episodes… They mentioned smoke detectors in the bathrooms, for instance. The flight attendants seem super professional though, so I doubt I'll be finding a lemon next to my cucumber any time soon.
I wish I'd brought q-tips. I forgot about earwax on ear buds. Ah well.
There's a lot of snow on the Rockies.

Now I'm in Calgary for the next 5 hours.

1 1/2 hours left. I did my mural designs. I had an engaging conversation with Emma and Ken Henderson about aboriginals in Canada. I charged my phone. Some people have started doing homework, and I really should, but I can't bring myself to do anything right now. I ate 3 apples and two carrots. I really hope they let me take my ziplock of mixed nuts and my canned tuna on the plane to Frankfurt. I don't want to waste that tuna, it's good, it has sundried tomatoes in it and everything…
I appreciate the real plants and trees in the airport. It's amazing how the flow of people never stops, there are always people on the go. I wonder if it's like this even at 2am.
I'm watching some curling on TV. It's pretty cool.
There are some Muslims praying facing Mecca.
There's a poster on the wall from Calgary Zoo about saving the swift fox from a "swift exit". There's a kiosk called "heritage trading post" in comic sans selling fox pelts and raccoon tail hats.
I think I'll do some shoulder exercises. 

We moved to the actual departure gate. I bought some salad rolls. I'm feeling a deep sense of tiredness. I hope I can sleep on the plane.

I saw the sun disappear behind us and now it's in front of us. Almost done this nine hour flight. I've lost track of all time zones. I watched "Inside Out", learned the lyrics to "Jonny B Goode", tried so hard to sleep… All I know is that I did not get as much sleep as I had hoped for. I think I lost a day but I have no concept of time at the moment. And I can never feel comfortable. They served us pale chicken for dinner. I think breakfast is coming up…
Breakfast is bread and sugar yogurt (so sweet, had two bites, too much). So I had a lovely can of tuna, garlic, and tomatoes for breakfast. Yum. I think I'll try to remember to bring something similar for the way back.
Been awake now (pretty much constantly) for 20 hours.

I'm in Frankfurt airport or "Fraport" as their buses say. It's so big. Think big, now think ten supersize international planes in five separate bays and vehicles rushing this way and that everywhere. We are taking a bus to get back to the terminal which is the size of a city.
We just got waved past a huge line of passport checking because we were "nice Canadians" in a school group. Apparently our reputation precedes us.
Everyone's so tired. 23 hours awake. Emma's wearing sunglasses. Sammy just walked head first into a pole and we couldn't stop laughing… Good times. 
We took a sky train to get to our terminal. That's how big this place is.

We thought our gate was A1, so we walked 20 min to A1. Then we find out it's actually A20. So another 15 min walk to the new gate. Huge washroom lines. This place is MASSIVE. The last hour and a half was getting from our arrival terminal to our final terminal (destination Madrid). I bought a plain beef hot dog, no bun, lots of ketchup. I've still got nuts left to snack on. I'm still so tired but it's so sunny outside.
This will be our last plane. Then I think we take a 3 hour bus. We're getting there.
Everyone's speaking German…
And I'm still in a travel coma.
On the plane reading German magazines about spiral escalators.

Now we're in Madrid. On a bus to Salamanca. It's now been about 25 hours since I arrived at the airport in Victoria. I have maybe 4 hours sleep. I'm ready for Spain, bring it on!
After I sleep.
We stopped at a rest stop: I think it's going to be pretty easy to find what I need in terms of food, I found really good lunch meat and signs advertising gluten free stuff. Cheese, nuts, meat, veggies, and fruit all are readily available. It's good, and it all tastes great too!
The weather's a bit nippy right now, 10 degrees Celsius. You can definitely tell that it's Spain: it's quite dry, it has red soil, rock walls, small whitewashed buildings, Small boulders spread around (probably left by glaciers), shrubby trees, old ruins and arches, dumps and graffiti, cows in fields, etc. It's beautiful.

I'm with my host family in Salamanca, I'm here with Erin (also from Esquimalt), we're here for a week. My host mom is called Maribel and she's super nice. We got dropped off at the centre of Salamanca, or at least as close to it as we could get with our bus. The entire centre is pedestrians only, which is so cool and it makes good use of the medieval-style skinny and randomly placed streets. I think I'm going to like getting to know this city.
The apartment that Maribel lives in is small but in a nice, cozy, homey sort of way, and 5 min walk from the drop point (Dile language school). Erin and I share a room with two mini-twin beds. I'm surprised by how much I do understand when Maribel and her adult son Alfonzo speak, I know they're slowing it down but there's still a lot that I understand. Me talking is another matter though, I have so many vocabulary words to build up. Some of them I knew once and forgot, most of them I've never heard of. But I seem to get my point across just fine, even with the numerous English and French words that slip in to my "Spanish" at times. We had a simple dinner of eggs, cheese, ham, tomato, and orange for dessert. I'm happy that my host mom understands me not wanting to eat wheat or other carbs so much (I explained this to her). But I think it won't be too much of a problem in Spain, all the food seems pretty good.

We're meeting the group again at Dile (the language school we will attend on Monday and the rest of the week) tomorrow at 10am. We will get to know Salamanca tomorrow. Tonight, sleep. A full actual night's sleep after about 30 hours awake. Goodnight.

Tuesday, 27 May 2014

21 (finally)

21

April 5, 6

Saturday:
My birthday!!! :) 16
Aline and I went shopping in the morning to all the other things on my list for presents to bring back home. I hope they'll fit in my suitcase...
I found a huge French flag. I'm going to have everyone here write something on it so that I remember them, then hang it on my wall somewhere at home. Meanwhile Nadia has adopted it as her dress/fort/parachute. 
I got a lot of birthday wishes from back home. Thanks all :)
Dinner was tartiflette; cheese, garlic, ham, potatoes, other things. And salad. 
Then everyone surprised me after dinner: I was just sitting at the table talking with Olivier, and thinking everyone had gone off to get ready for bed, when suddenly all the lights went out and in marched Aline and co. Carrying a cake! With 16 candles! And a sparkler! And they were singing!! :)
I was pretty happy because I wasn't really expecting anything. We had talked briefly ages ago about doing something for my birthday, but not a lot since...
So you can imagine my amazing happiness when after the beautiful cake with strawberries in a Canadian flag-ish shape came presents! :) :)
Nadia and Clem gave me two beautiful boxes that they had covered themselves in patterned tissue paper and glitter and glue. Mathilde gave me a nice hand made pottery mug from Spain (she had just returned that day from a week long trip to Spain). 
Aline gave me a book: La Formule de Dieu. 
We talked about it earlier. I love it. It's a novel that incorporates scientific ideas, religious ideas, and a good plot. I'm really looking forward to reading it. I think it was originally written in Portuguese.... 
All of the presents were either nice and small or able to hold socks, which is good because otherwise I might not be able to bring them home with me. 
A beautiful end to a beautiful day. 

P. S.
I just realized that the bus I take home every Monday says "le vieux église". That's what it has instead of a number. 

Sunday:
Lyon. The whole day. We got day transit passes. 
Left at about 7:30am. Drove for 1 1/2 hours. Met up with Mathilde's great uncle Paul who lives there, he's too nice :)
Walked to the metro, took a train, walked some more. We went up a télépherique (a sloped cabin thing pulled by wires up a steep hill. It's a bit like riding a metro up a hill without any noise) and arrived at the top of a huge hill (almost mountain) with a beautiful cathedral. We were allowed to go inside, but there was still Sunday mass happening at the same time. Clem lit a candle. Also the view outside was amazing. The outside of the cathedral was covered in statues and carvings.