A different kind of post.

I usually post blogs more about what’s been going on socially rather than whats going on in my mind.  This post is a little different. It’s entirely about whats been going on in my mind.

This stemmed from an amazing Bible study with Taylor and Margaret today. We had some really great conversation, and we discussed alot of what I am about to talk about.

So I’ve been thinking alot lately about how this semester has really impacted my spiritual growth positively and negatively.  Right now, I am reading Jesus Daily in the mornings on the metro, and at night, I’m reading the Gospel of Mark.  God has really opened my eyes to alot today, and I’ve had several realizations of how Biblical history is repeating itself.

Just a warning, I’m no theological mastermind. I have no training, and I could be completely wrong in my interpretations.  But this is my blog, and it’s here for my thoughts. Please take it with a grain of salt, and remember that it’s important to examine what the Bible actually says before agreeing with someone else’s take on it. Also, I’m extremely sorry if I offend anyone with any of this. There’s a fine line between observing and judging, and I’m sorry if any of this seems to cross that line.

With all of that being said, here’s whats on my mind.

Europe is a dark place. The Word of God is not alive here, and while I’ve been living here, the absence of light has been like a heavy weight on my chest.  We always say, pray for Africa, China, India… but guys, pray for your neighbor who hears but doesn’t understand. Pray for your neighbor who listens but turns away. Just because Europe is a first world country with plenty of water and electricity, that doesn’t mean that they have everything.

Today I was on the metro, and I was looking out into what seems to be the most dead and impoverished area of Bilbao.  I saw beautiful mountains surrounding this area of poverty, ruin, and despair. All I could think was, You’re the God of this City. Now I know that sounds a little crazy, but just give me a second. I’m looking at the mountains, seeing one of the most awe-inspiring aspects of God’s creation, and in the middle of it is just man-made ruin.  In this area there are abandoned rigs and factories, who knows when they were last functioning. But in the pursuit of wealth, it just lead to…nothing. Ruin. And then I thought, how is what had happened here any different than the Old Testament Israel? It’s like, God is this amazing, loving, great God, but at the same time, he is a just God that never forces us into living according to His calling. We can pursue whatever we want, whether it be happiness, knowledge, wealth, or Hi,. Which right now, as a Christian who wants everyone to know how great God is, that is REALLY hard for me to understand. God wants to be the God of this city, and these people, they know about him.  This is a “Catholic country”. Most everyone sees the churches and knows why they’re there. Or at least they think they do. They see religion, but they don’t understand that it’s so much more than that. They hear the words, but their minds are closed to the meaning. God is calling to them, but they don’t hear him. How devastating is that?

But why have their hearts been hardened? I don’t know about the rest of Europe, but here’s my theory with the Spanish. The church’s actions turned the people away.

Here’s a quick history lesson for you.  Long story short, Franco took over Spain with a violent fist, and he and his men proclaimed to be devout Catholics. During the Civil war, the Catholic church supported him. There are actually pictures of priests in their robes holding machine guns. What kind of god supports and allows for the killing of innocent men, women, and children? Here’s where the hardening of hearts comes in, in my opinion.

We all know that quote by Ghadi, “I like your Christ. I do not like your Christians.”

My prayer is that I will never, ever be a reason to turn someone away from Christ.

Anyway, back to where I was going with history repeating itself. So I went to Rome, as most of you know. I stood in line for an hour to see the absolutely incredible St. Peter’s Basilica. I stood in line for another hour and a half and paid the reduced price of 8 euros to go into the Vatican museums and the Sistene chapel. And while I was in this entire COUNTRY owned and operated by the Catholic church, surrounded by souvenir shops and full of soliciting tour guides, I couldn’t help but think of when Jesus threw out all of the sellers in the temple (Matthew 21; Mark 11). Stunning similarities in these situations. Now don’t get me wrong, I appreciate art. Alot. But let’s think about the many examples where God calls us to so much more than grand offerings (Micah 6:6-8; Mark 12:33, just to name a couple). I couldn’t help to wonder, what is all of this for? Is this for God or for man? For money? For power?

Which of course ties into what I read tonight that made me have to get these thoughts down on paper. Mark 12:38.

“As he taught, Jesus said, ‘Watch out for the teachers of the law. They like to walk around in flowing robes and be greeted in the marketplaces, and have the most important seats in the synagouges and the places of honor at banquets. They devour widows’ houses and for a show make lenghty prayers. Such men will be punished most severely.'”

Taylor’s host mom told him a couple of weeks ago why they don’t go to church. She said that she doesn’t go because she doesn’t agree with the Catholic church. (There is not a single non-Catholic church in Bilbao, to my knowledge. As far as I know, the closest Protestant church is in Madrid, a 5 hour bus ride) She said that they spend so much money on their churches and themselves while there is so much poverty in the world. She asked him why the church isn’t doing more for the poor even though they have so much money.

She asks a great question. How many more have turned their backs to the church for the same reason? I probably shouldn’t ask a question that I don’t really want to know the answer to.

“Watch out”, Jesus says.

How can we let people know that our God is so much more than all of that controversy? That he fully desires an amazing, intimate, personal relationship with every believer? How do we undo the damage and the hurt that the church has causes in the passed.

Pray. Love. And let that light shine.

 

Finally… accounts of my 2 week, incredibly amazing European adventure.

Get comfortable, people. You are about to read a semi-detailed account of 16 of the most extraordinary days of my short life. Hope you enjoy 🙂 As always, there are lots more pics on facebook!

Day 1- Rome.

Friday morning, I left home super early to embark on this adventure.  We got to the gate about 20-30 minutes before the flight was supposed to take off, and we went ahead and got in line.  The flight was delayed almost an hour, so we started to get a little hungry while waiting, but we didnt want to eat anything until we got to Rome.  Little did we know, we would be FAMISHED by the time we could finally eat. Anyway, so we finally get to ROME! and we are all so excited. Until we get on this cramped smelly bus that took us into the city. There was sooo much traffic, and it took us like an hour to finally get there. Then, we had to find our hostel, which is always the worst part of a trip.  Hostels rarely have signs, and theyre usually on really random back streets.  Needless to say, we had a little trouble.  After walking in circles in what seemed to be China town, we finally stumbled upon our hostel.  We pushed the button to ring into the building, but noone buzzed us in.  A lady came up behind us and said, “No abres?” (Italian for “It doesn’t open?” and very similar to the Spanish “No abra?”) We said no, so she unlocked the door.  We followed her into the building, but we had no idea what floor the hostel would be on.  This wasn’t included in our directions.  I went back outside to look on the buzzer thing to see if maybe that had a room number.  It said 23 or something by the hostel name, said I thought we’d try for the second floor. When I came back into the building, the lady was speaking Italian to Taylor and motioning for him to get into the elevator.  In case you were wondering, no. We don’t speak ANY Italian, and it wasn’t nearly as similar to Spanish as we had hoped.  So he tries to figure out a way to tell her that she could go ahead, but we gave up and just got in. She got in the elevator too, closed the door and pushed the button for the top floor.

SIDE NOTE: European elevators, especially in apartment complexes, are tiny. This one was no exception. No more than us three could fit in that thing.

Anyway, so I push the button for the second floor but the elevator just went right past it. Apparently I didn’t push it hard enough.  So we just said we’d ride it to the top with her then go back down.  So she gets out at the top floor, but she doesn’t close the door behind her. So when Taylor tries to close it, she turns around, yells no, opens the door again, and says “Art in Accommodation!” (the name of our hostel) with an Italian accent and doing the Italian thing with her hand that people always do when mocking Italians. I wanted to die laughing, but I didn’t think that would be nice. Anyway, so we follow her into this little office, and she has still yet to say anything to us but those three words. Super. Awk.

So Taylor then says, “I’m sorry, do you speak English?”

She puts her hand up at him. UH! So rude. Then she says my name and asks for our passports. THEN she proceeds to tell us that we are two hours past our arrival time. We tried to explain that our plane was delayed and the traffic was crazy, but she didn’t listen. So rude! We’re giving you money lady. Geez. Anyway, I gotta stop being so detailed, or this will take years..

First we wanted to go to the Trevi Fountain, and on the way, we randomly stopped for pizza at this little place because we were famished. It was super cheap, only 7 euro for 2 pieces and a drink. But soo good. I got ham, and Taylor got one with mushroom, tomato, and basil, and we split them. Amazingly good. The crust was so crispy, and I’ve never seen those kind of mushrooms before but they were THE BEST. The Trevi fountain- absolutely magnificent. It’s way huger than in the movies, and the water was so clear. But of course, there were sooooo many people. After we went for our first gelato! The owner said if it wasn’t the best of our life, then we didn’t have to pay. In retrospect, not the best, but it was only the first! We headed back to Trevi fountain to find our friends. We realized while we were waiting that there was so much English. It’s a weird language dynamic because I don’t know any Italian, so I can’t decide if I should speak Spanish or English.

Then, we went to the Spanish steps, which were nice, but nothing compared to Trevi. Anddd they don’t really serve a purpose. They’re just steps that people sit on.. We spent the rest of the evening moseying around town shopping for souvenirs. I’m so bad at that, I never know what to get for anyone else.

We went to dinner at this most adorable little restaurant. The owner sat us and was really nice, but the waiter was kinda prissy when we only ordered pasta. I had homemade stuffed pasta rolls full of cheese and spinach. Absolutely exquisite. I wanna learn to make pasta!

Day 2- Rome

We got up early and went to breakfast that’s included with our hostel. Strangely enough, it’s not at the hostel, but a few blocks away in a bar. They gave us coffee and a croissant-no choices. But the croissant was really good. After, I was still kinda hungry, so we went to a bakery. I got a mini canoli, tart and eclair. The eclair was the best thing everrrr. Then, we took the super crowed and dirty subway to the Vatican. There was a huge line for the Basilica, but it moved pretty fast.  There were so many solicitors trying to give us tours, but we didn’t fall into their traps! The basilica was breathtaking, HUGE and beautiful, outside and in.  It was really cool to see where Peter was buried.

Then we went to the Vatican museum and Sistene chapel. The Vatican museum was huge, with some work by Raphel and Davinci. And it was so crowed. This German tour guide acted like she was going to back hand me when I tried to go around her. She wasn’t moving…sorrry.

The Vatican museum is a trap, btw. You have to go through a thousand rooms to get to the Sistene.  It’s impossible to enjoy all the art because 1. theres SO much and 2. there are WAY too many people.  It’s just like a procession through the whole thing.  The Sistene was a lot smaller than expected, but so amazingly beautiful.

After a mediocre lunch at a tourist trap, we went to see Castel San’Angelo. It’s really big and magnificent, but we didn’t think it was worth the time to go in. We crossed this beautiful bridge where this guy was playing Bach on the cello. He asked Erin for a hairclip to hold his music because the wind kept blowing his music away. He was so incredibly talented, so we stopped to listen for a few minutes. 🙂  Then we walked through some back streets and looked at some really cool little artisan boutiques. And, of course, we had some really yummy gelato. Next we went to a market, but it was closing :(. Next, we went to the Pantheon, but it had just closed. 😦 Double fail! Next, we went to Villa Borgese, which is like the central park of Rome. It had an amazing view of the city. On the way home, we picked up some yummy pizza, again!

Day 3- Rome.

First thing in the morning, we went to the Pantheon. It was closed, again. Who knew they have church in there? So we decided to go to the oldest gelato bar, which was right around the corner, and got the most impressive gelato of the trip. It was massive, and super yummy!

Then to the ancient city! It is so absolutely incredible. It’s so cool to be a place where Jesus and or his disciples could have been. In the Palatine, they had ancient artifacts from as old as 7 bc. Older than Jesus! Like he could have eaten out of that plate. So incredibly cool. The ruins were beautiful, and there was a fantastic view of the city. The coliseum was breath taking as well, of course. It’s so grand, but the concept of gladiators is really disturbing. But it’s cool to sit and imagine that place in it’s prime, with 70000 people cheering for blood sport. After that, we just sat outside for like an hour enjoying the nice weather and the scenery. For dinner, we went to this little authentic restaurant on a side street. We got some amazingly fresh brushetta–that stuff is so good! I had some pasta in this spicy chili pepper tomato sauce. Yum! It tasted like they had literally just crushed the tomatoes for it. In Italy, pasta isn’t an entree, it’s a first course. So they I enjoyed a nice roasted chicken! Yummy!

Day 4- Rome.

In the morning, we went for a walk through this pretty little neighborhood called Trastevere. On the way there, we saw the mouth of truth, which is a statue in the wall of a church that is supposed to bite off the hand of liars. Careful! Across from that were the temples if venus and hercules, which were nice, but we couldnt go inside. Next we hiked up to this park with yet another really grand view of the city, as well as this impressive fountain. For lunch, we went to this bakery on a back street that had amazing and super cheap pizza. After lunch, we went to the pretty Tiber island on the way to the Jewish ghetto. The major site there were the remains of a small coliseum where they had public executions. At the top, there are apartments where modern princes and princesses live. Cool!

Then we walked all around pretty back streets and saw a turtle fountain. We eventually got back to the trevi fountain, where we enjoyed some more gelato and shopped for souvenirs. Finally, we were able to go inside the Pantheon. It’s massive, and nice, but not too much to say. The outside is much more impressive.  After a few hours of that, we met Jeni for dinner at this restaurant recommended by a friend. We thought that we were ordering off the special 15 euro menu, so we got brushetta, ham and mushroom pizza, and I had lobsterrrr pasta! Yum! But…apparently we didn’t get the special menu, but the very nice waiter let us have it anyway. Making for a good day!

Day 5- Florence

We got up super early to catch a train to Florence. Sadly, this eastern European couple was in the bathroom foreverrrrr so we got really behind. Out of breath, we finally got to the train station after being dangerously close to getting lost. Then we had the toughest time finding our train. Luckily, we got there right in the nic of time, and sat down about 10 mins before it took off. In that minute, some sketchy man tried to scam us with some deal for a faster direct train for 20 euros. Not thanks, dude. He didn’t even look legit! Three and a half hours later, were outside the train station in the new city of Florence, and it’s raining the hardest that I’ve seen yet in Europe. And we had to try to navigate thru tiny, umbrella packed streets with our luggage to try to find our hostel. Not the best moment of our lives, but we made it. We were absolutely stunned by how great our hostel is. The guy is super nice, and he gives us this great map and tells us where all the great sights are and the grocery stores :). Then he shows us to our super nice room, which has a balcony overlooking a garden. We were super happy, especially after having such a bad experience in Rome. Immediately we headed to lunch at this little restaurant that was recommend by our travel book called….something in Italian idk. Anyway, it’s packed full, and the only open table is for six. So the two of us sit, and about 5 mins later this german family sat next to us. So cool! I wish they spoke English cause it would have been really cool to chat with them. So the kitchen was open and literally like right beside us. I saw the guys making our food! I had ravioli stuffed with cheese and spinach in a meat sauce. With a side dish of spinach- which was the best of my life. After that we went to the duomo, which is this massive cathedral with a dome. It’s super incredible on the outside, but the 30 mins we spent waiting to go inside certainly were not worth it. It was pretty plain inside, except it was massive. The dome however, from what we could see, looked beautiful. But to see all of it, you had to pay, and… we didn’t.

After we went to this museum behind the duomo that basically holds all of the stuff from the duomo. It’s been redone since it’s original facade because the king wanted to modernize the plaza. But then he died. So it took quite a while for them to figure out how to redo it. But the museum holds all of the pieces that were taken off or out of it. Pretty cool concept, but I wish they would have left good enough alone. Also, outside the duomo is the area where Michelangelo carved David. It’s of course completely different now, but still cool. After that we went to the grocery store to stock up for dinner and headed back to the hostel. We met this nice guy named Andrew from Cali while we were cooking. He’s studying abroad in London, so he told us all about good stuff to do there.

Day 6 Florence

First thing this morning, we got in line for the Uffizi museum, said to be the worlds best museum of Renaissance art. After an hour and a half in what seemed to be a stagnant line, they finally let us in to a really stunning museum. Plenty of works by Michelangelo, Donatello, Rapheal, and other Renaissance greats. We spent about two hours in there before we headed out for a fantastic, classic Tuscan meal. Again, a restaurant from the book was a score. We all had a fixed lunch menu which included three courses plus dessert. First pasta, carbonara spaghetti for me. So very very good. Very different from the carbonara back home. The sauce was much lighter, coating the noodles but they weren’t swimming in it. Then I had pork steak, and deep fried mixed veggies. Bet ya didn’t expect that one huh? Yep, deep fried was on the menu, and it was super good. After that, a fantastic tiramasu. And I officially dont need to spend anymore money on food cuz I am completely satisfied after that meal. After lunch, we went to the leather market, but I didn’t find anything worth buying. After we went to the Boboli gardens, which is basically the backyard to the Pucci palace. Btw, google to Medici family and that palace. It’s a pretty interesting story. But the gardens were huge. Sadly there’s not much in bloom right now, but it was so nice to spend time in a wooded area. There were tons of statues, several fountains, and lots and lots of greenery. After that, we hiked up to plaza Michelangelo for an amazing view ofthe city. Florence is absoluelty beautiful.

Next was a free, but nice church, but it was so dark and you had to pay a euro to have the lights turned on for five minutes! So after that we went for gelato at what is said to be the best place in town. I’d probably agree, it was pretty darn good, but I had a different kind that is made with a cream base instead of milk, so it was much creamier. On the way there though, we stopped in at this little store where this lady was making and selling jewelry. It was really neat because she was working on some when we came in. I bought an adorable pair of rose earrigs from that sweet lady :). Then we headed back to the hostel where I made a very tasty chicken pesto for dinner. We talked with Andrew again, but this time about career choices and camp. He told me about his beliefs, which is nicknamed jews for Jesus. It was really interesting to hear his perception on it all.

Day 7-Florence

A supa chill day. We had already seen the majority of sights, so we decided to spend the day at markets! First we went to the central market, which was just meat and produce. We got some kiwis, a tomato, Lettuce, ham, and olives for lunch. In the end, the only thing that seemed better than grocery store quality was the ham. The kiwis were actually pretty mushy. On the way in and out of the market, there are a bunch of little stands selling souveniers and leather products, so we looked around there as well. After eating all our market goods back at the hostel, we went out to find what we thought was going to be an artisan and craft market, but it ended up just being an area of shops. Which was slightly disappointing, but still ok with me. We went in a bunch of cool stationary and leather shops. We got more souvenirs, and Jeni and I both found cute affordable boots to replace ours that are falling apart. Yay!  After that, we explored the city more on the way to the last recommended gelato shop on the list. It’s called Gelateria de Neri, and it’s supposed to be what locals say is the best. I would most certaintly agree. It was my favorite yet. I had cookies and cream and caramel. Yum yum yum. It was much smoother and tastier than any other kind. Favorite! After we headed home to make a cheap spaghetti dinner!

Day 8-Siena

We caught an early morning train to Siena. Only about an hour from Florence, it makes for a perfect day trip. It was an absolutely beautiful city. Absolutely picturesque, exactly what you would imagine for an Italian city. When we got there, there was a nice info desk where they gave us a free map and directions. We went straight to the Piazza del Campo, which is a big famous plaza right in front of the castle. On the way, we stopped and got some pizza to eat while we were sitting there. After we ate, we went in the castle, which turned out to be really cool. There were lots of paintings and other palacy things like swords and such. Taylor got in trouble for taking pictures hehe. I didn’t though because I’m more sneaky. On the top floor of the palace, there was a fantastic view of the city- absolutely beautiful. After the palace, we made our way to the duomo area. Across from the duomo, there is an old hospital that was converted into a museum, Saint Maria Della Scalla. This was probably my favorite part of the day. On the top floor, they had this big room that showed what the daily life of the hospital was like when it was operating. The hospital was operated by St. Catherine, the patron saint of the city. On the floor below, there was a chapel like area which is where she supposedly spent all of her nights praying. It was super dark and creepy, and for some reason, there was a scull on the wall of the entrance in a glass box. It still had teeth. Ew! On the very bottom floor, which was like the basement, was the hospitals treasure, gold and porcelain and such. However, it was displayed in this labyrinth like maze thru the super old basement. It was so dark and creepy. There was little side rooms that just looked like they were waiting to be the scene of the next horror film. Also on this floor, there was an archeological museum, which showed the process of restoring statues, which is happening alot in the city as well as the rest of Italy. We heard a tour guide in the Uffizi in Florence say that Italy doesn’t really produce much art anymore, but they are masters at restoring it. This was a great example of that. After that, we went into the duomo, which was pretty impressive. It was much more impressive in the inside then the one in Florence. Then we went to the home of St. Catherine, which had been converted into a church. Not what I had expected at all. I was hoping for like a house, but it just looked like a normal church. Disappointing :(. Next we went to this church where they had her head preserved in a display case on the wall! Yuck! Two dead heads in one day- supa weird. After we just decided to walk around the city, and we stumbled upon this little market and this amazing gelato shop. It was such good gelato, we were very pleased. Best nutella gelato yet. I’ve gotta learn how to make that stuff. After that, we headed back to the train to go home to pack up for Pisa.

Day 9- Pisa

Regretfully, we left our wonderful Florentine hostel early in the morning to head to Pisa. After about an hour on the train,  we arrived in Pisa. We had small map in my travel book, but our hostel was right off the side of it. We checked a big map outside the train station, and luckily there were only a few turns between the station and what we thought was our street. The hostel said that I was only a km away from the station so we decided to walk. I think the 1km is a tad bit understated. We were walking for a while. The location of it was pretty terrible, pretty far out of the city. Luckily, it’s an Italian city, so it was still walkable. Anyway so we finally find it, and the gate is locked and noone is answering our buzzing or our telephone calls. Finally after about 10 mins of standing outside the gate, Taylor realizes that there’s a button on the back of it to open it. Wow. So we let ourselves in to what is like a front yard/garden/ patio, and sit on the front porch for like 15 mins. Noone answers the door. Noone answers the phone. Finally, a maid came outside to take the out the trash. We scared her haha. She hesitantly let us inside, but just told us to try the number again. Luckily someone answered this time.  Mind you, were paying international calling rates. Ugh. Anyway so via tele the lady tells us that our key was hiding behind the please call sign, our room is upstairs, and  breakfast is at 830. Thanks lady. See ya lata. Luckily, the place is super cute and nice and the beds reall comfy, so were not too bothered. We head out to go eat, but everything is closed. We finally found this restaurant near the tower where we had some pretty good pizza. After, we went to see the sights, which really isn’t much.

The tower is cool and all, but way too expensive to go up. We went in the duomo which was pretty nice, but after that, there was literally nothing else to do. We tried to go to the botanical garden but it was closed. So we went to get gelato, of course. After we went to buy our tickets to go to day trip to lucca the next day. Then we went back to the hostel for a nap. When we woke up, we went to the grocery store but failed to find anything we could make for dinner without a kitchen. So after searching all over deserted suburbia, we finally found an open pizzeria. For some reason everything was closed. Anyway the pizza was good and dirt cheap, so we were happy. I….don’t like Pisa.

Day 10- Lucca

We took a day trip to a near by town of Lucca. We bought our 3 euro train ticket the day before, so we were ready to roll in the morning. Unfortunately, as soon as we left the b&b it started raining. And it rained hard. The entire walk to the train station. Yuck. Yuck. Yuck. We made it to the station just in time for our train, and it was packed. Where was everyone going on this rainy Easter morning? Not real sure. Luckily, after searching the entire train, we found some seats. When we got to Lucca, it was still raining, but I could tell that the city was beautiful. The train station is just outside the ancient city walls, so we got to see them as we were going in. I loved it, it was so pretty and the Grass around was so lush and green. To enter the city, you have to go thru these tunnels in the walls. So cool! I felt so medieval.

When we got into the city, we followed the crowd to a church that was actually on the list of things to see. We went inside, but they were having a service so we didn’t look around. We snuck back out a few minutes later to go see the nex thing on our list. We decided to go first to this famous cafe in hopes that the rain would stop. It was in this cafe that the famous playwright Pucci sipped coffee and pondered over his work. It was really nice, but I got this little biscotti that was super overpriced. After, the rain had calmed down a bit, so we went to plaza anfiteato for some souvenir shopping. The plaza is in the middle of the city, and it’s shaped like an amphitheater and completely surrounded by buildings. This is because in the medieval days, it was an ampitheater. Whenever it was destroyed, the outer walls were converted into apartments, and the inner stones were used to building churches in the area. After I found a nice magnet, we headed to the next sight on our list, a church. I don’t really remember what it was called, but it was beautiful. There was this really impressive baptistery inside, which is what the church is most famous for. After only about 5 mins inside, the organ sounded signifying that a service would be starting soon. We left the church quickly, and as soon as we stepped out of the door, we saw our good friend Margaret! (the girl we recently started doing bible study with) We had no idea that she was in Lucca; it was so crazy that we ran into her there. She was headed into the church for the service, so Taylor and I decided to stay as well. The thought of going to an Italian mass had never crossed our minds, despite the fact that it was Easter. But now I seemed like a great idea. Did I understand anything? Absolutely not. Well I got a word every now and then, since I know about 8 words in Italian. But, it was nice to be in a house of God. It was definitely different though; it was my very first mass. But cool. After we went to lunch with Margaret, and I had my last Italian meal. Sadly, it did not go out with a bang. I had shrimp pasta, but it was cold and plain. Boo. Oh well, we had some really nice conversation. We hoped from that restaurant to a gelato bar, where we sat and talked more about the meaning of Easter and such. After a while, we headed back to the train station where we said our good byes.

Day 11- London

Not much to say about this day. The flight to London got in around 130, but we didn’t make it back to our hostel til about 4. We had to wait 30 mins for the bus, then take a metro a good way. Our hostel was just around the corner from our stop, so that was nice. The hostel is definitely not what I expected. It was like a dorm. You had to pay for the wifi, and while there are several kitchens on every floor, they don’t provide pots or pans to cook in. We soon discovered that most of the people there had their own bc they’re living there. Who knows why. We met one guy from Egypt that’s studying and living there. He asked us why we were learning Spanish. I’ve never really had that question before. The only thing we did was go to an awesome late lunch at Tortilla, which is alot like Chipotle. Then we went to the grocery store to get food for the week. Somehow we managed to get three dinners and lunches and two breakfasts on only 20 pounds. Go us! We cooked out dinner and went to bed early.

Day 12- London

We got up super early to to Stonehenge. I was excited because I had really been looking forward to it. We woke up at 600 and got showered. Unfortunately, we realized 30 mins later that the clock on Taylor’s phone was wrong and it was really 730. We even double checked all our time telling devices and they all said 730, except for his phone. I had set my watch the day before when we ate after asking the cashier what time it was, so I trusted it the most. We even double checked with a guy in the hall. 730. We had to be at the station by 830, and we didn’t know how long it would take, so we rushed out the door. We followed our google map directions and subsequently got very lost. A underground worker guy told us that we were in the wrong part of town, but at this point, after searching all over, it was all already 835, and there was no way to find it in time. We had tried calling several times, but the call wouldnt go through. We decided to go to the right part of town to beg for our tickets to be changed to a new time. We weren’t very optimistic, but we thought it was worth a shot. We headed to the right subway stop. When looking for the office, we found a guy who was wearing a shirt with our tour groups name on it. He said he was on his way to the office and that we could follow him. When Taylor said that we missed our bus, the tour guide said they might change our time. Then he said, but I don’t think you missed it, when was it? 830 we said. He asked what time it was. 9 I answered. He seem surprised and then said he didn’t think so. We rounded the corner to find a group of people waiting for the tour. What time is it? We found out that it was really only 8, so we were an hour ahead. God has a sense of humor. We were so relieved that we made it. It took about 2 hours by bus to get there, but it was worth it I think.

The audio guide told us all about the rocks and the legends behind the structure, and it was all very interesting. And the rocks were HUGE. Very cool.

When we made it back to the city, we went to Kensington Palace! I was really excited about this as well.  This is the palace where Princess Diana lived, and now Kate and William have decided to make it their home.  It had recently been redone, and the exhibits were really cool.  First was an exhibit of Queen Victoria’s life, which was really cool. Her wedding dress was on display, and you could even go see the bed that she died in.  Her letters that she wrote to her husband were on display as well.  It was really cool how they displayed it all though. It wasn’t like a museum at all; it was very artistic and took a bit of interpretation.  It kinda reminded me of Alice in Wonderland or something.  Another really cool part of the castle was that they had a few of Princess Diana’s gorgeous dresses on display. Loved it! And of course, the gardens outside the castle were breathtaking as well.

Later that night, we went on a Jack the Ripper walking tour, which was really cool.  Our guide took us to the different murder sites and told us the back story.  Coolest thing was seeing part of the old city walls, which separated the city of London from the rest of London.  It was interesting because the city and the metropolitan had separate police forces, and they didn’t work together.  Major part of the reason why Jack the Ripper was never found.  Interesting story!

Day 13- London

First thing in the morning, we headed over to Shakespeare’s Globe Theater to buy tickets for the play that night.  Sadly, the season doesn’t start until the end of April. Whatever we had read online was incorrect.  Sad day.  So then we just walked around the city, seeing the sights, on the way to Tralfalgar Square where we ate some sandwiches.  After, we went to the National Gallery, where I very much enjoyed some works by Monet and Van Gogh, two of my favorite artists.  After that, we went to the British Museum, which is home to alot of Greek and Egyptian artifacts, as well as the Rosetta Stone. Very cool! Next we went to the Arsenal Emirates Stadium, making Taylor’s dreams come true.  After we ended the day with Platform 9 and 3/4 from Harry Potter!

Day 14- Dublin

We got into Dublin pretty late in the afternoon, so we were hungry.  We walked around the side of the city by our hostel for a bit, looking for a good place to eat. We went by the movie theater to buy our tickets for Hunger Games, which were only 4 euros!! What a steal.  After, we went to this pub that was just off the main road and had the most amazing dinner. I had fish and chips, which were the best ever. Way better than that crap I had in London.  It came with this coleslaw like carrot salad and some awesome tartar sauce. Taylor had Beef and Guinness pie, which was really good.  When we were almost done eating, this nice older couple came in and sat beside us.  They were from Northern Ireland, and they were vacationing in Dublin. They were really nice, and they told us all the stuff that we should see. And they had wonderful Irish accents! So nice. Btw, the Irish are like the nicest people in the world.  They reminded me so much of the South.  Like, if Britain was the North, Ireland would be the South (culturally, obviously not geographically). After, we went to see Hunger Games, in this massive theater.

Betcha can’t find Taylor! The movie was very good. I definitely cried..

Day 15- Dublin

First thing in the morning, we went for much needed haircuts.  Luckily we found a building that had two salons, one for women and one for men, together. One on the first floor and one upstairs! I was glad to get my haircut, and the lady was really nice, but I’m not in love with the cut. Oh well.  After that, we went on a walking tour of the city. It was really cool because it was a free, three hour tour, and the guides are paid only by tips so everyone can enjoy no matter what! The tour was great-super informative, and I think we saw the ENTIRE city. But after about 2 and a half hours, I was exhausted.  But, it was great.  We learned a ton of Irish history, so that was cool.  We saw Dublin Castle, Christ Church Cathedral, birthplace of Johnathan Swift, Trinity College, and the tour ended at this beautiful park.

The only thing we didn’t see on the tour was St. Patrick’s cathedral, so we went to see it after the tour. It was very pretty but…closed :(. Oh well!

Day 16- Dublin

In the morning, we walked alllllll the way to the Guinness Storehouse, which is on the edge of town.  Taylor got in line while I went to the bathroom, and when I came out, he told me that some guy had given him tickets. The guy had ordered 2 online, but when he came to check in, they gave him 4. How lucky! So we went inside, and the storehouse was really cool.  The way they exhibited it was really cool. First they showed you all the ingredients, then they took you through the process of how it is made.  In between those two, you get to taste a little of it! And then at the end, you go up to this rooftop bar, which is completely surrounded by windows, so there is a great view of the city. And you get a free pint! I….passed on that though. But Taylor enjoyed his!

After the storehouse, we went to Kilmainham Goal which is even further out of the city. It’s this super old jail that has now been converted into a museum. How cool!

The guide was really cool, we got to look into the cells and everything.  The guide told us this terrible story about this one woman whose husband and brother had been executed because of their involvement in a rebellion against the British, so they imprisoned her because her story was too sad and they couldn’t have that get out. How terrible! Then she painted a Madonna and child on her cell wall.  After the Goal, we walked back across town (FOREVER) in the coldest cold that I’ve felt in quite some time.  On the way, we stopped in at this chocolate cafe that had REESES!!!!!! I bought two bags of Reeses pieces and a package of 3 peanut butter cups. I was so unbelievably happy. What a wonderful note to end Spring break on 🙂

 

Wellll, I hope you enjoyed! I know I did. Seriously, the most enriching days of my life. I will never forget Spring Break 2012.

God’s showin’ up, like He always does :)

The last couple of weeks have been absolutely amazing!  The weathers finally warming up, I found some community, and Spring Break is next week!! YAY! Here’s a more detailed account of what’s been goin’ on:

So randomly last week, a blog post from a girl here in my program, Margaret, popped up on my News feed. Like a creeper, I went to check it out.  Her intro said that she was looking forward to growing in her faith while she was in Spain.  If ya don’t know, I’ve been struggling alot finding a Christian community here. It’s really difficult because most of the people that are here don’t really share my views. The lack of community has really taken a toll on my spirituality, and I had been praying desperately that God would help me overcome it. SO, I messaged Margaret on facebook, told her I read her blog, and asked her if she wanted to get together and talk about faith. And she was ALmost as excited as I was 🙂 We met a couple of days later, and we talked for 2 and a half hours about our walks, bible studies, our schools, our experiences here, everything. It was so great and refreshing to be so open with someone, even though it was the first time we’ve ever really talked! So we decided that we wanted to meet again the next week, and we did. The following Thursday (this past one), we met with Taylor and another friends of Margaret’s, Hielke. He’s from the Netherlands! The four of us sat in the grass, in the most wonderful sunshine, for over two hours, sharing our testimonies, where God has called us in the future, and our spiritual struggles and praises for the semester. It was so great. Hielke read his Dutch Bible to us, and when we said our closing prayer, he said his part in Dutch as well! It’s so amazing to think about how many different languages there are and how God understands them all completely. Just another example of God’s greatness 🙂

Another great part about the week before last, Taylor and I went back to the Asian restaurant. This time, I accidentally ordered something spicy, but I didn’t even mind! It was actually spicy, which is such a surprise! (not as spicy as it would be back home, but ya know..) It was so great to actually have a strong flavor in my mouth! Don’t get me wrong, the food is pretty good here, but all the flavors are very muted. And God forbid a dish be spicy. NEVER. The Spanish have very sensitive tongues.  Whenever I get the chance to cook, I’m so excited to spice up my food. Last week, my host mom left chicken breast for me to cook for my lunch since she was working. I cooked it in oregano and garlic, and it was absolutely superb! When she got home, she asked what I had cooked it in. She was so surprised at how good it smelt! She said that she never thinks to use spices, because the people here never do. She has them, but never uses them. Well, I got some use out of em!

Highlight #3: I went to my first ballet last weekend! Such a great girls night. We got all fancied up and saw Bejart Ballet Lausanne at the oldest theater in Bilbao! One of my favorite things I’ve done in Bilbao yet. The dancers are amazingly strong and talented, and the dances were absolutely amazing. Such creativity and beauty.  There were three parts: the first one was super weird, but really cool. It was this really dramatic story that I interpreted to be a fight of two men over a woman that…got around. The second part was beautiful, a little less weird.  A man rose a woman from the dead, and then he controlled her. She kept trying to get away, back to her peaceful rest, but he wouldn’t let her go. Sooooo then she killed him. Booyahh. Third part was the most impressive. This one incredible ballerina danced on this platform for like 20 minutes straight, and every few minutes, more men began to dance around her. It was more typical, what I would have expected to see at a ballet. All in all- Bravo! (People actually shout Bravo here-so cool!) After the ballet, we went to this excellent restaurant, where I shared a gnocchi with a friend. I’ve never had that before, but it’s soooo good. CANNOT wait to go to Italy!!

Another first: I celebrated St. Patrick’s day! Yay! We went to an Irish pub and drank Irish beer (bleh), and it was a grand Irish experience. There was a really good Irish band as well! It made me really excited about going to Dublin. I bet the people are going to be really nice there. Why? Because I’m now a happy owner of a hat that says, “Happy St. Patrick’s Day- The friendliest holiday of the year”.

One more first, I went for a run! First time this semester. Down to the beach. And…power walked back haha. It’s a start! Now that the weather is nice, I hope to do it alot more often. That is, if the weather stays nice…

Speaking of nice weather, I spent the entire weekend on the beach. Well, ok that’s a lie. I spent all of Friday in bed with a cold (bleh). But I spent all of Saturday and Sunday out there! I definitely have to go surfing next time.  I was going to go on Friday, but, ya know.. They have this offer for international students at a surf school here: only 10 euros for instruction, a board, and wetsuit. It’s happening.

Last thing, we went to Art after Dark on Friday night. Basically, it’s a fiesta in a world-class museum. Nbd. It was so cool! There was a dj downstairs, and you could go upstairs and see all the art too. It was a nice, classy evening. Loved it 🙂

I’ve continued meeting with my Tandem partner, and I really like talking with her. She’s really easy to talk to, and I think talking with her is definitely improving my Spanish. I thought it’d be a good idea, for some of the Spanish learners out there, to start including cool things I learn in Spanish that they dont teach you in class in the states (but sometimes they do here :)). Like that? Hope so.  Kinda to continue what we learned last time about saying “Que?”. So update: here’s a few ways to express being really embarrassed: “Me da rojo como un tomate” (i was red as a tomato) or “Queria morir!” (i wanted to die) 🙂 enjoy!

SPRINGBREAKINLESSTHANAWEEK!

One of the best weekends yet.. Madrid and Segovia.

Thursday was a great start to an exciting weekend.  After lunch, Sam and I went for a coffee at Cafe Iruña, which is the oldest cafe in Bilbao. It was extraordinary, like a museum or something. The back room was covered with beautiful paintings and these huge chandeliers. To make the experience EVEN better, the bartender gave us free lindor chocolate truffles because it was International Womens Day! YAY! What a great day to be a girl… 🙂

Here it is! This picture was taken by one of the several eager Spanish men that worked in the Cafe. It’s off the main strip, so they probably rarely see any of Bilbao’s few tourists, and even fewer blondes….

After the coffee break, I headed back to campus to meet my Tandem partner. Tandem is a program that matches International students with Deusto students so that we can practice our Spanish/English. My partner was super nice. She’s alot better at English than I am at Spanish, but she was easy to talk to. And she was the first person who has ever complimented my Spanish. Her partner last semester must have been terrible… Anyway, we talked for like an hour about random things. She taught me how to say some things and corrected me on some mistakes I make regularly. For example, I was saying “Pienso que…” (I think..), where I should be saying “Creo que” (I believe). They never say Pienso que unless they are talking about something particular and intellectual. Creo que is the more common way of saying your opinion in a conversation. Also, I asked her if it was ok to say “Que?” when you don’t hear someone. Apparently, I have been kinda rude many times…. The better thing to say is “Como?” or “Perdon?”. SO glad I signed up for this program.. My partner (Yaiza) is going to NYC this summer, so I got to fill her in on many American sayings and customs, which was fun. After about an hour of this information swapping, we planned to meet again this Tuesday!

Friday morning, at 830 am, we departed for an excursion to Segovia and Madrid! It was super early (YUCK) but I was so excited. Segovia was one of the places that I was hoping to go, so I was pumped. And it was absolutely beautifulll! If you’ve never heard of Segovia, here’s a crash course. First, there is this giant aqueduct that was built in 1 a.d. and was used until the 1900s. If that isn’t impressive enough, it was built without any mortar, meaning that it is head together entirely by physics. SO cool!

Segovia also has an amazing catedral that dates back to the 15th century, I believe. It’s gothic style, and super impressive. Sadly we didn’t get to go in 😦

The last, and my absolute favorite part of Segovia, is the CASTLE! I was totally in my element there. I WAS the princess in a past life, in case you didn’t know. It was absolutely wonderful :). This is the most authentic castle I’ve ever been in-it was so old and amazingly well preserved. It wasn’t a palace like what you see in London and Madrid, but a real castle, with a moat and tower. The tower, which had like 150 steps on a spiral staircase that was just barely wide enough for two people. THAT was just about the most fun I’ve ever had in my whole life. (Sarcasm, in case you missed it). In case you don’t know, stairs and I do not have a good relationship. We don’t work well together. I trip on a daily basis on flat ground. I fell down four stairs in the metro Thursday morning. So, I was terrified. BUT I managed to make it without falling! YAY! And the veiw was absolutely exquisite…

Such a beautiful view of the city. Check my fb for more pics of the castle and the rest of Segovia 🙂

After Segovia, we continued on the long bus ride to Madrid. When we finally got there and checked into the hotel, we were exhausted! We had dinner in the hotel, which was a really impressive buffet! Which is where we ate every meal! I was so glad to have choices and veggies!! Also, during lunch, they had cocktail shrimp and cheeses. I really enjoyed trying all the different kinds of cheese! Oh, and this buffet rescued paella in my mind. They had some really good paella at our last meal. So, I’ve changed my mind. Every paella is different, and some are DARN good. (and others….are not.)

Saturday was yet another early day. First we headed to see the Placio Real, the Royal Palace. SO PRETTY! AND PICTURES WEREN’T ALLOWED. Ugh, I was dying. The rooms were so amazing. Chandeliers, paintings, huge marble pillars, tapestries, gold on top of gold on top of more gold. Oh, and enough crystal to keep Swavorski running for a year, at least. If this economic crisis in Spain gets much worse, they could sell one room of that palace and probably be ok. If you ever make it over to Spain, you’ve gotta go. After that, there was a small museum right by the palace that had all of the royal weapons from the early centuries. Lots of suits of armor, swords, cannons, and the like. It was really cool to see how different things were hundreds of years ago.

When we left the museum, we had a nice surprise. There were three peacocks hanging out in the side yard! And……..ONE OF THEM OPENED HIS FEATHERS!!!!!

The. coolest. moment. OF MY LIFE. I kept saying, “Open your feathers, open your feathers”. And he actually did it! I was so so so so so amazed/excited. People, go see peacocks. They are extraordinary.

When we finally peeled ourselves away from the peacocks, we went into the catedral. It was beautiful as well, but we didn’t have much time in there. I actually got left behind there…. If it wasn’t for my lovely boyfriend, I would have gotten left! Oops… I wanted to see all of it!

The afternoon we had free, so we decided to go see an Egyptian temple and a market.  The Egyptian temple was cool and ridiculously old, but also closed to the public in the afternoon 😦 sooo we walked across town to see the outside of it. Cool. BUT the walk was made worth it because the Temple is in this park that is on a hill side, and there was an incredible view of Madrid. Very cool.

OH! The other thing that made the walk worth while: On the way back to the Puerta del Sol, we passed a street performer playing the HARP! I’ve never heard a harp solo in person, and I was incredibly pleased. It was absolutely beautiful (vid on fb).  I really wouldn’t be surprised if he was a world class performer and this performance was a social experiment. Like, really, that’s how incredible it was. I want a harp player at my wedding now. Any suggestions?

After that, we walked around the main touristy part of Madrid with all the shops and street performers. There was this really awesome Mariachi band playing, which there will be a vid of fb of as well. While in Madrid, I could definitely see all of the cultural differences between Spain and the Basque country. For example, you would NEVER see a Mariachi band in Bilbao, and I rarely see advertisements for paella. Also, I think there is maybe 2 or 3 Spanish flags flying in Bilbao, and they’re everywhere in Madrid. I really felt like I was in Spain in Madrid, and it’s different in Bilbao. It’s cool to experience that culture mix though.

While we were walking around, my friend Erin got her nose pierced, I bought a dress, and Taylor got some coffee. How revealing of our personalities, yeah? SUPER excited about this dress though. It was on sale for 9 euros (originally 50) and perfect for a chilly day in the Grove! 😀

The next morning, we set out bright and early for the Prado museum, which is one of the most famous museums in Europe. It reminded me alot of the Louve, huge hallways lined with giant masterpieces and filled with sculpture. We had a guided chronological tour of Spanish art, which was only a small fraction of the museum, but we saw the highlights. It was really awesome to see such incredible works of art.

After the tour, we had about an hour of free time, and I hadn’t bought a magnet for Madrid yet! (FYI I collect magnets from every city I go to). So we left the museum to find the BIGGEST strike I’ve ever seen in my entire life. There were hundred of people from different social groups protesting ever social injustice there is–from inequality to education. It was cool to see so many people turn out for something the believe in. They want something, so they’re working to get it. Very cool–I respect that. However, they are proposing, through these demonstrations, socialism. For anyone who knows anything about Spanish history, they tried that kind of thing once, and it turned out horribly. I don’t really understand how after such a devastating civil war and long dictatorship they don’t realize that giving the government that much power does not work. It’s a great idea, but it just doesn’t work.  Human nature, as sad as it is, is to protect and preserve yourself. It’s very hard to get an entire society to go against that nature. It would be amazing if everyone could just live in perfect harmony, putting the betterment of society before their selves. But it just doesn’t happen that way. But, ya know, to each his own I guess.

The Prado/strike concluded our trip, and it was back on the buses for hours on end. Great, great weekend. I definitely have to go back to Madrid!

Overdue.

So I just realized how long it’s been since I blooged. Oops. Sorry.

Anyway, THREE weekends ago, we took a weekend trip to Logrono, this little city about 2 hours from Bilbao in La Rioja.  If you didn’t know, La Rioja is the winemaking region, so we thought, what better place to tour a winery? It was really great. We were given a private tour of the winery (IN ENGLISH!) where we got to see the winemaking process. Basically-squish grapes, bottle or barrel, and then barrel. Plus lots and lots of time. After the tour, we were taught how to properly taste wine, what flavors to look for, what colors mean, ect. It was a really cool experience. In between the two wines that we tasted, we were given a little bread and cheese snack, which was super good. I was so happy! One thing I wanted to do in Europe- wine and cheese tasting. Check!

That was basically the only reason we went to Logrono, but we stayed for the entire weekend anyway. We had a really chill weekend and ate alot of really good food. Perfect.

Last weekend, we had an excursion on Friday. IT WAS A TRAP. We were told that we were going to a biosphere reserve. Lies. We actually went to THREE museums. Boring museums. AND it was the most beautiful day ever. But the last museum, the Peace museum, was really cool. I liked it. And we had the best lunch yet (AND THE most incredible raspberry cheesecake in the world). In the afternoon, after all the museum torture, we FINALLY went to this really beautiful coastal city (part of the reserve i guess?). Anyway, sadly, it was starting to get cold and dark, and we only stayed here for like 15 mins. Boo. The rest of the weekend was spent on sleep and homework, and literally nothing else. Not the most eventful time of my life, but oh well!

This past weekend, however, was fantastic. We went to Barcelona!!! SUCH a beautiful city. Unfortunately, we only had like a day and a half there. I really want to go back. But we hit the high points. We saw the Sagrado Familia, an amazingly beautiful cathedral designed by Gaudi. Literally the most impressive building I’ve ever seen in my life. And theyre still building on! I want to go back when it’s finished. Pictures coming! We also saw this really awesome house that he designed that reminded me of Willy Wonka. He was such a talented artist. Google his work.

After that, we enjoyed some Starbucks. It was soooo good. Oh, how I have missed Starbucks. After that, we headed to the most incredible market ever. HUGE. There was every kind of meat and fish you could ever want, tons of veggie and fruit stands, and several bars. At the fruit stand, I got this package of ready to eat fruit for like 2 euro. Honestly, it was the most delicious fruit ever. It was so juicy and sweet- absolutely perfect! So so so good. Then, I had some authentic paella. It was way better than the kind I had before, but I probably would never order paella again. It was alright, but not my fave. But I tried it!

Then, we headed to see the beautiful coastline and walked around the city. The weather was perfect, and it was so beautiful! We walked around the city and then to the Picasso museum, which was a really impressive and large museum. I never realized how detailed Picasso’s earlier works are. Everyone knows him for his abstract works, but he didn’t start doing that til really late in his career, like after he was a respected artist. Which makes perfect sense, if you think about it. He got famous before he started breaking all the rules. 🙂 Smart move.

After the Picasso museum, we walked to a park and saw an arc. It was like the Spanish (smaller) version of the one in France. Then we headed back to the hostel where we made a spaghetti dinner and played cards. Great night!

We had to get up super early for our 11am flight back to Bilbao. So the rest of the day Saturday was spent sleeping. Sunday was spent on homework. (BOO)

Next weekend we go to Madrid and Segovia 🙂

Gotta love the French…

So last weekend was JAM packed of all sorts of fun endeavors. (or well the weekend before cuz I’m supabehind. sorry!)

Thursday afternoon was a nice combination of homework and sleep. I slept SO much in anticipation for our excursion Friday to the south of France! We had to be at the bus station at 8 am (ugh) so I had to leave my house by 7 (UGH). BUT it was super worth it. First we went to this town in the south of France called Bayonne. It was absolutely beautiful! It was less than an hour into France from Spain, but the culture was so different. The French are so posh, I love it. After touring the town, we went to this AMAZING chocolatier/bakery. I don’t think I’ve ever been so close to a heart attack. Everything looked soooooo good. I wanted it all! But, it was pricey, so I settled for two of what France is most famous for—macaroons. I had a chocolate and a caramel, and let me tell you, they were absolutely divine. It’s funny though, because they have macaroons here in Spain, but they are completely different. They’re both good, but they definitely should not have the same name. Because they are not the same. At all.

But getting the macaroons was an interesting endeavor. Idk why I didn’t think it would be problematic, but I don’t speak any French at all. Merci? Bonjour? That’s about all I got. I did not know how to say, for example, I want this and this. How much? Wait, that’s not mine. Yeah, the girl in front of me accidentally got mine, so they tried to give me hers. Luckily, one of the girls spoke some English, so we got it figured out. But it’s really hard not knowing the language. I’ve never really realized how difficult that is.

Anyway, so that’s about all of the highlights about France. We didn’t spend a whole lot of time there :(. After, we loaded back up on the bus to head back to Spain! We stopped at this really awesome restaurant/cider house for lunch. We were served a three course meal (as always) with an interesting little shot glass of soup (?). That was a first. Also, the first course was…..paella! I finally had it!! It had like chicken (bones and all :/) and mussels maybe? Some kind of shelled thing. It was pretty good, but I really want to try shrimp paella. I think it would be much better. Anyway, so then they let us sample the cider. The Basque country is known for its cider, and cider season just started a few weeks ago, so it was a good cultural experience. And that’s about all it was, because people, cider is NOT good. It tastes like really awful beer. Like, REALLY awful. BUT it was a part of the culture that I’m glad I experienced.

After that, we visited this really old town called Hondribba (I think?). It was absolutely beautiful. Super old, and costal, so of course, it was breathtaking. Pictures are up on Facebook! The most exciting part of that town was that a couple of teenage Spanish boys made fun of us in English, so that was nice. Gotta love those Europeans and their hate for Americans….whatever.

We finally got back to Bilbao around 8 pm, and we were all pooped. Sooo off to bed we went! Pretty quickly, might I add. On Saturday, Taylor and I attempted to go to the vista point again. Key word, attempted. Apparently it is not as easy to find as everyone makes it out to be. Although it was a beautiful day, it was super cold, and we ended up just wondering around the city for about an hour. Oh well. I’m hoping to go tomorrow with someone who has been, so we’ll see how that goes.

After giving up the search, we decided to go to the Centro (city center) to get some coffee and tea. As it just so happens, there’s a little café that’s actually called “Café y Té” that I had been wanting to try, so we did! It was sooooooo good. They had all these different types of tea and coffee, kinda almost like Starbucks! It was a little pricy, but we were excited to find somewhere we could get a frappacino when it warms up! Also, I had a chicken Caesar sandwich, which tasted like home! It was so nice.

That nice was pretty chill. We went to this karoke bar and were well entertained by this Spanish woman who thought she could sing. (she couldn’t) She was a total mic-hog. But it was really funny. We retired early because Jenny and I had to get up at like 6 for the hike Sunday. Which was SO worth it. We hiked this mountain (not the funnest part, but I’m glad I did it). It was pretty tough, and I realized how out of shape I have gotten without those turner classes! But being at the top was an awesome feeling. The view was beauuuuuuuutiful, and it made it completely worth it.  Then on they way down, we stopped at the most famous ancient church in the Basque country (cool, yeah).  After that, we went alllll the way down to the seashore to hike up to San Juan, the most beautiful/amazing thing I have ever seen in my life. It’s this church on the top of this rock island thing off shore, and theres this really incredible rock bridge thing going out to it. I’m no good at describing, go check out the pics on fb. It was absolutely incredible. The view of the ocean and the mountains was unlike any I’ve ever seen before. Such a blessing. BUT if we weren’t already exhausted enough after that, we had to climb halfway back up the mountain to get to the city on the other side. I was so sore on Monday. and Tuesday. It was bad.

Also, in other interesting news, on the way back from the Karoke bar Saturday night, we had a really…entertaining conversation with some French people on the metro. We were just sitting there, and a group came up and sat beside us. The drunkest of them all looked over at us and said “Do yous speak English (in that fantastic French way)?” And that’s where it all started. For the next 15 mins, he attempted to teach me French and quizzed me on everything about France. Sorry Americans, I may have made us look uninformed. He kept asking me if I knew all of these things (IN FRENCH, might I add) and was offended that I didn’t know everything about France and it’s history. He was also very distraught by the fact that I know absolutely no French. So, then he tried to teach me. But he kept speaking to me in French, (I guess he kept forgetting that I don’t understand it) so we didn’t get much further than how to say my name is.. and I like this sandwich that is supposedly really famous in French. A fun way to end the night it was.

So that was the weekend before last, and this is already super long. I’ll update soon on last week/weekend and this week!

Oh, cupcakes…

I’m so bad at this blogging thing. I’m very sorry; I know you’ve just been DYING with anticipation…

This week was good overall I could say. I had a midlife/identity crisis pretty early on this week. The uncertainty of what time summer will hold really got to me. I’m not used to not having a plan, ya know? And this will be my last summer before the real world, so I want to do something that will matter. BUT that something that will matter needs to be close to home, because I will have been away for quite long enough. Opportunities are limited, but the search is in full swing. Ideas, people?

Also, I had some really interesting bakery experiences this week. TOO many, for sure. I probably went a bakery 3 times this week, maybe 4. I gotta stop it, or you’ll be rolling me off that plane. I haven’t really liked most of the treats that much, not enough to buy again at least, except for this one chocolate cake bite. It had like 3 layers, with creme in between. ABSOLUTELY divine. MMM. However, Taylor and I walked all over the city trying to find this specific bakery. Last week, we passed it on our way somewhere, and they had REALL cupcakes, like American cupcakes, in the window for Vday. So, I was like, I have to have one. So, we trekked all over downtown, trying to rememeber where it was. When we FINALLY found it, they weren’t even selling cupcakes!!!!! They’re just a display. What is that??? False advertising, I tell you. She said she wouldn’t have them til that Wednesday, closer to Vday. Dumbdumbdumb. So, we felt obligated to buy something, so we got a couple of (what looked to be) chocolate chip muffins. We took them to this park to sit and eat them. Anddd they were lemon chocolate chip. YUCK. Who thought that it’d be a good idea to mix lemon and chocolate? They were wrong. Soooooo we fed that 3 euro to the birds.

OH so I have to tell you about this park. It’s in the middle of town, and it has like a bird farm in the middle of it. In this farm, there are several different cool ducks and geese, but coolest of them all, is a PEACOCK! I haven’t got to see it yet though 😦 it’s always in it’s house when I go. But, a friend of mine has some pretty great pictures of it. Some dayy…

Side note: I randomly started typing in Spanish. My brain is so confused. I’m at this point where I can’t adequately express myself in any language. I’m constantly forgetting words in English when I need them, or starting to speak one language when I mean to speak the other. I’ve got to get a better grip on that language switch.

The rest of the week was pretty good, except for some ridiculous weather. IT SNOWED! In Spain. When’s the last time that happened? Noone could tell you, because it never does. Lucky, lucky us. And if it’s not snowing, then it’s raining. I think the sun came out 3 times this week. Friday was nice, but Sat, Sun, and today-rain. Forecast- Tues, rain, Wed, rain, Thurs, rain, Fri, SUNNNNNNNNNNN! All the way til the end of the forecast. Soooooo excited! Lets hope that doesn’t change.

Also, I finally got the wrap cut off my ankle earlier this week, so that was nice. The dr. spoke English, thankfully. When he asked me where I was from, I said, “Mississippi, it’s in the south of the United States”, and he said, “I KNOW where Mississippi is!” haha Sorry to offend sir!

This weekend was interesting because there were 2 festivals. The first was Friday, Dia de San Blas. It’s a tradition where a priest blesses a necklace (essentially a piece of string) that you wear for 9 days. Then, you wear it on your wrist til it falls off. Supposedly, this blessing keeps you from having any throat problems for a year! That’s nice, right? Taylor and I went, but we thought it might be out of place for us to get our throats blessed, since we’re not Catholic. However, another part of the festival is they sell lots of cookies and carmels. Smart me wanted to try the official cookies of San Blas, so I paid three euro for a sleeve of cookies to share. Welllll they were gross. They were really hard and kinda tasted like licorice. Oops. So I gave them to my host family, who loves them for some reason. So when Taylor returned home for lunch Friday, his madre presented him with two blessed strings, one for him and one for me! Isn’t that nice?? So thoughtful 🙂

Maybe my sweet friend, who returned home sunday for surgery for an absess on her tonsil, could have used one of those strings…. (truestory)

The second festival was on Saturday. I forgot what it’s called, but something about protecting women? Anyway, these choirs go around the city and sing, while hold ing this giant sticks that they pound on the ground to keep beat. It was cool, but super cold. The lyrics were in Euskera, so I didn’t understand them at all. But, it was a cool little look into the culture.

This weekend, we have an excursion to the south of France. I’m excited! Can’t wait to tell ya all about it 🙂

Excitement!

Sooo, spring break is planned! One of the major highlights of the week, I can assure you. After several late nights of quoting airfare, train tickets, and hostels, and one lonnnnnggggg afternoon of switching dates and booking everything, we are just about ready to go!! AND I COULD NOT BE MORE EXCITED! As a young girl, I dreamed about 2 important dates in my future: 1. The day I would get married and 2. The day I would go to Italy. I am so excited to say that number 2 will become a reality in a few months! Here’s the agenda: Rome, Florence, Pisa, Dublin, and London. WAH! I. am. so. pumped. cannotwait!

The next highlight of the week is this: A wonderful friend took me to the most amazing mall of my life. We literally only had time for this one amazing store called Primark. It was so cheap, and the stuff was great! I got..(you’re gonna wanna sit down cuz this is going to blow your socks off):
2 pairs of jeans
2 blouses
A faux cashmere sweater
A giant purse
A wallet
7 pairs of socks (a pack)
5 pairs of tights.
ALL for a total of 70euros. WAH! The jeans or purse alone could have easliy cost more than that. It was the most insane shopping trip of my life. If you didn’t know, Spain has this amazing system where EVERYTHING is on sale during January and July. Like, incredible sales. So since sales end Tuesday, we’re going back that afternoon. DAH! Then I’m not spending a dime til Spring Break….

Also, in this mall, I found what I could equate to as somewhere between Walmart and Target. Idk if you understand how big of a deal that is. All the supermarkets here are tiny (excpet el Corte Ingles, which doesnt count cuz it’s so pricy), and everything that isn’t food is really pricy. So, there is nowhere to buy cheap makeup and other essentials like that. UNTIL this awesome Eroski. The biggest one ever. Uhh love that mall!!

Friday night, I had some really interesting encounters with some Spainards. We met a group of guys in a bar, and we talked to them (in Spanish and English) for like over an hour. One of the guys took Taylors number because he wanted to call us so we could meet up with our friends and practice our Spanish and they could practice their English! It was really cool. I appreciated a nice encounter with some locals—there hasnt been too many of those.

On the Subway home, I was sitting by the door. This guy gets in, stands in front of the door, and is looking like he’s going to puke (on my shoes). Luckily, about 3.5 seconds before he did, I jumped up and moved to a different part of the train. The guy that had been sitting next to me moved as well. He started talking to me in English, pretty much apologizing for the guy and saying that it wasn’t a common thing here. After that, we had a nice, but short, conversation in Spanish, which was nice!

When we got off the subway, some guy yelled out the door at us (me and two other blonde girls), “RUBIAS!” (which means blonde girls in spanish). Then, the security guard hit the passing door! It was so nice! He stuck up for us. So sweet.

Saturday night, Taylor and I experienced a little homesickness. The next time you go to McD’s or Taco Bell at 3 in the morning, know that you are blessed. That does not exist in Spain. There is NOWHERE to get food after like ten, with the exception of a SINGLE McD’s that stays open til 2 on the weekends. We were so hungry last night, and we couldnt find food anywhere. Which made us miss the states, where people never stop eating…

 

From pintxos to an emergency room….

What an interesting few days it has been!

Friday, we went to the famous Guggenheim Museum. Hate to say it, but it was kinda a let down. The building is amazingly constructed, but there is hardly any art in that place. There was one exhibit that was super cool though. It was this scupture of weathered steel that was like several huge mazes. It was really fun to run through! One had a reallly coool echo/sound warp effect. And there was a really sweet sculpture of some people kissing. But other than that, not much. And I’m not exaggerating. I really appreciate art, and I was disappointed :(. However, there is another museum in town that is free on Wednesdays, and I think we may go this week. So excited!

Friday after the museum, I had THE MOST AMAZING lunch. We went to this fantastic cafe called El Globo, and I ordered crab stuffed peppers in a cream seafood sauce. O.M.G. Seriously the best thing I’ve ever eaten, and the entree was only 9 EUROS! FOR CRAB! Ugh, I almost died. I was so sad when it was over. After that amazing lunch, we walked all over town trying to find OpenCor, a supermarket that we thought was supposed to be like Walmart. Butttttt we were wrong. It was just a supermarket that’s always open. Bummer.

San Sabastian time!!! Our bus arrived to the station, which causes a real scare at boarding time. The ride there was quite uncomfortable. The bus was stuffy and hot and smelly. BUT it was headed to San Sabastian, so it was ok. When we got there, we literally walked for EVER to the hostel. And the hostel was nothing like what I expected. This really awesome Australian guy ran the thing, and it was kinda like a huge apartment. It had like 4 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, a kitchen, and a lounge, all in the same portion of a hallway. So, we were very close.  On top of that, Matt (the guy in charge) didn’t exactly have enough beds for all of us bc we kinda brought a few extra people. So, a few people had to snuggle! Then the second night, he REALLY didn’t have enough beds, because somehow it got over booked. So we fit 10 people into a 4 bed room, with a matress on the floor. Two to every bed, nbd. Big sleepover!

Friday night, Matt and his friends that were in town (and also Australian) took us to THE most amazing pintxo bar in the world. I had…i dont really know what it was. It was some kind of fish with tomato and peppers and a shrimp on top. The shrimp was litterally the freshest ever. IT WAS SO GOOD! I had a few other pintxos with crab and such, but this was the most notable. I took pics of them and will post soon!

Oh I forgot to mention that there was a festival all weekend in San Sebastian. I don’t really know what it’s called, but what I got from it was that it was a celebration of basque culture, food, music, and drinking. How fun, right? So the entire weekend practically, there were these really impressive marching bands in the streets playing the same march over and over again. There were people everywhere with chef’s hats and toy drums-even little kiddies! It was quite exciting.

I hate to say that I can’t say much about San Sebastian. We stayed out late eating pinxtos and drinking wine, then slept late thru a rainy Saturday. We went for breakfast at a cafe across the street and had some amazing tortillas de patata, which is by far the best Spanish breakfast evs. But since it was raining, we made the collective decision that the best way to spend the day would be sleeping and watching movies :). After the napfest, I woke to a severely swollen ankle :/. So the decision was pretty much made that I’d be seeing a doctor Monday.

Saturday night was the same, more awesome pintxos. Except I had this one that was really…odd. I’m pretty sure it was covered in ink from an aquatic animal. Wasn’t so fond of that.

We were able to see a little of the city on our way, but we will definately have to return to explore the city when the weather is nicer. It was beautiful, and I can’t wait to see more of it!

So Monday was a pretty notable day. Word from the wiser-dealing with insurance SUCKS. I literally played phone tag with those people for like 6 hours. Finally, at 7:00 at night, they sent me to an emergency clinic to have my ankle xrayed. Luckily, my wonderful boyfriend volunteered to go to the doctor with me because even though the doctor spoke some English, noone else did. It was as pleasant as a hospital experience can be I guess. It only took a couple of hours for them to tell me that it’s only a sprain. They wrapped it up and told me to go to another doctor next week to remove the wrap and place a brace. The most exciting part of the experience- the doctor thought I was British!! Which I took as a huge compliment. However, throughout my time there, I managed to tell them that I was married and pregnant. Oops. Talk about a language barrier! What happened was…. I had already told 2 different people that there was no chance that I was preganant. But then, the nurse told me that I was going to be having an Xray and asked if I was pregnant, I guess to triple check. However, I heard, “We’re going to give you an Xray and you can’t have one if you’re pregnant”. So, I said, Si. Which surprised not only the nurse and Taylor, but also myself! So eventually I realized what she really said and felt pretttty dumb. And the doctor who spoke English asked me if Taylor was my husband, which I said Si to as well. I have this really bad habit to saying si to any spanish that is spoken to me. This is how it goes. Someone says something to me, and I say, “Si…Uh, no. Que?” Ugh learning language is hardddddd

Speaking of hard, tonight I did the hardest homework assignment of my life. Why are there so many different words? I swear, I’m making my own language, and it’s going to be much more simple. People will want to learn it 🙂 (thought you’d appreciate, RJ)

 

Public transportation drama and answered prayers.

Uh oh. My armpits are sore. Do you know what that means? There’s a cold storm a coming! And by that, I mean I’m going to have a cold in a few days. Que bueno…

Now that you know me way too well, heres an update on my life!

Spain is amazing, of course. Who wouldnt guess that? We have been INCREDIBLY lucky because in this place where it rains 40% of the year, the majority of which is in January, it has only rained 2 times! My bad day, and now. But, I’m speaking too soon, because it’s going to rain alllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll weekend. But it’s ok, because today was the most beautiful day that I have experienced in quite sometime. It was really cold this morning, but after lunch until a few hours ago, the weather was perfect. A girl couldn’t ask for more.

Other than the rain, today was an interesting day. After more than 7 hours of sleep, I woke up very very sleepy, so I overslept about 10 minutes. So while I’m getting ready, I go to get the hair straightener that I’ve been using since I got here out of the cabinet, and it wasn’t there!! (GUYS WHEN YOU HAVE BANGS, YOU CANT NOT STRAIGHTEN THEM.) So I freak out, too much probably, because I don’t know what to do. Granted, it’s not mine, so I couldn’t get mad, but there was noone at home to show me where they had moved to! So I run all over to find the straightener that I brought and my converter. Well, dumb me couldnt get the adapter to go on the converter so I was out of luck there. Anyway, all this to say, I left the house at 9:15, when the goal is to leave at 9. Poop.

So I’m walking quickly to the metro station, and this increasing pain in my ankle reminds me that I twisted it yesturday. I had assumed an entire day of rest would have cured it (oh yeah, i didn’t post yesturday because this was my day: class, sleep, eat, research grad schools, homework,  eat, more research, sleep), but it didn’t. By the time I reached the metro, I was limping again.

I go down to the metro stop to find that the next metro isn’t for another 6 mins, which is along time in metro time when youre late. So I wait, and wait, and wait, and the metro finally shows up at 9:25. Ride to school takes 20 mins usually, and its a 10-15 min walk on a GOOD ankle. I have class at 10. I am barely going to make it.

So I get on the metro, and it drives much slower than normal, but I just assume the track is busy. A little bit later, the metro STOPS completely in between two stops. And sits. LETS GO PEOPLE! Then it happens again. Fan-freaking-tastic. If I wasn’t late already, I am not. Then, it stops at a stop, and TURNS OFF COMPLETELY!!! Lights, engine, everything. I almost cried. What is happening?? Luckily everyone else on the metro acted like it was normal, so I kept my composure.

So it turns back on, and all I can do at this point is pray. I did not want to have another crappy day. So, I prayed for a joyful attitude, and it was granted to me (maybe I shouldve asked for a better ankle while i was at it hahah). So I get off the train at 9:47, and somehow, by the Grace of the Good Lord, I sat down in class about 1.25 seconds before roll was called. God still does work miracles, because he had to have stopped the clocks for that to be possible on my bum leg speed.

Class was good, and I came home for lunch, which was also good. Between classes I went  to the pharmacy to get a wrap for my ankle, and she understood what I asked for without any hesitation!! It was a good moment. So with a wrapped ankle, I went back to school early for a short coffee date with mi novio, which was fantastic. Class after that that was fine as well, just lonnngggg. I hate afternoon classes. My brain doesn’t like to focus after 2:00. So I doodled while I tried to comprehend another language. Whatevs.

After class, we went for pintxos (of course) but mine was not good. That place wasnt the best :/. BUT ya gotta try to know, right?

So I’m suppppppppppppppperrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr excited because this weekend holds lotsa fun adventures! On Friday, were going to the GUGGENHEIM with the program 😀 and after that we are going to San Sabastian!! Cannot wait! Check back for details soon 🙂

Until then, hasta luego!