7.12.02

I´m in Barcelona! Coming at you live from the "Ideal Youth Hostel." Having a good time-- I really really like this city. Yesterday was a partly frustrating day. The overnight bus ride was not so good. There were assigned seats and we were right behind the bus driver, who kept rolling down the window for some reason. Sometimes it was to pay the toll, sometimes we didn´t know why. In any case, we were freezing and nobody slept very well. So we were tired yesterday and had a hard time making decisions and agreeing to do things. Spent a lot of time wandering around and looking at shops and stuff instead of seeing the sights and doing all the Barcelona stuff there is to do. We did see the Sagrada Familia, and it really is awesome. I wish we had gone inside, but we had a couple people who were claustrophobic and afraid of heights, which is not good if you go up to the towers inside. The outside was amazing enough. We also walked around the Barrio Gotic, saw the (outside of) the cathedral, the Gaudi house, went to the Picasso museum... I really liked it. At night Shep, Lauren and Katie went to see the Jimmy Eat World concert, which is why they came to Barcelona. Khloe and I went to see the movie La Casa de Los Locos, or L´Aubergue Espagnole, which is a french movie about htis french guy who moves to Barcelona for a year and lives in this house full of international students who are studying there. It hit WAY close to home, it was really funny and really really good. I´d love to get a copy of it. It was also cool to see it in Barcelona because we kept saying, "We saw that today! We´re going there tomorrow!" And generally the movie included a lot of standard Spanish culture things that we experience every day. Loved it. Today we´re going to see some of the other Gaudi architecture and the Parc Guell....... woo hoo! I hope that I can come back here some day, for like a week.

5.12.02

Going to Barcelo-na, goin´ to Barcelo-na...... I´m excited! Yesterday was a horrible day but today I have been in such a better mood. I think choir last night was the turning point. I kept making faces and making the other (5) altos laugh, from the posh british face to the rock and roll punk rock face... Went home and went to sleep. Slept in, because i had no classes today. Showered and went back to the peluquería and they were much nicer and fixed my hair, which is now almost exactly the same length as it was when I got here. Oh well. Ajo y agua. I went to the outdoor market, ran some errands, walked around town, met up with Amy for a while, and then went to the colegio. I hadn´t been with my regular class for several weeks and when they saw me they all yelled, "Lindsay!!" or actually I guess it would be "¡Linzi!" In any case they were really happy and we had a fun class, talking about Christmas. Maria said that every year, it never fails, when she asks the American students to talk about Christmas day they get so excited and emotional and "radiant," and I was no exception. Then she asked me to sing a christmas carol, so I sang Away in a Manger, and then they wanted another one so I sang Holly Jolly Christmas and now it´s stuck in my head and I´m all excited for Christmas to come! I can´t believe how fast the time is flying. Going to Barça tonight, then writing the papers and singing concerts adn going to final dinners and having "last times" doing normal things and then packing and coming home... AH! One funny thing-- Paz brought home some turron the other day for me and my family. Turron is traditional spanish christmas candy that they make in Alicante, and we had been talking about it, so she got me some. I had planned on getting some anyway, so it was really nice, except she brought me Hacendado brand turron. Hacendado is like Roundy´s. They make everything that exists in the supermarket, only cheaper and crappier. I told Velia and her cousin and they kind of laughed and looked at each other in disbelief, and said I´d have to take home some real turron, from the factory or from one of the turron specialty stores, so that my family could know the difference.

4.12.02

I feel like I keep getting screwed over. First of all, there was this crap with my flight home. I don´t remember if I have explained this or not, but STA Travel created a new flight for me that was different that the one I viewed and ordered, but still counts as the "group flight" and therefore is still the same (high) price. Fine, whatever. Until I realized that the return flight includes a 15 hour layover in Zurich, from 7 pm on the 20th to 10 am on the 21st. I went to a travel agent and now I am waiting for her to call me back after she talks to STA Travel to see if anything can be done to change it. She might have tried to call me this morning, but I was in class and couldn´t answer my phone... So then yesterday afternoon I decided to finally get my hair cut. It had gotten really long, and I really liked it long, but it needed to just be cleaned up a little bit. I had checked out the different "peluquerías" in my neighborhood and went to the one that seemed the most new and busy. I wasn´t too worried; my hair is straight, and I only wanted a trim, cut straight across the bottom. My only concern was that she´d cut it too short, so I made sure to say (twice) that I only wanted a little tiny bit cut off, just the ends, to make it healthier. She cut it the perfect length.... on one side of my head. The other side is a good half inch shorter. I didn´t notice while I was there because there was an advertisement on the bottom corner of the mirror so I couldn´t see that side. I think she noticed, because I saw her whispering something to one of the other stylists before she rang me up, but of course she didn´t say anything... To top it off, it cost 17 Euro. I had asked for a cut, the woman said, "cut and blowdry?" I said yes. She washed my hair before I realized what she was doing, but I thought, whatever, I guess this is how it goes, never mind the fact that I took a shower before I came here and my hair was still wet when I walked in... Got charged for all three. She fried my hair with the blowdryer and a round brush, blasting inch-wide sections of about 100 hairs until I had the statickyest hair ever. Whatever, a bit of Spanish style, right? Got home, thought it looked kind of uneven......... Got upset, convinced myself it was no big deal, just in my head... Paz came home and noticed that my hair was uneven before I told her that I had gotten it cut. She thought I had cut only one side by myself. I told her the story, she was really upset, and so was I. I don´t know if it was because I was a foriegner or what, but I´m pissed off, and sad, and am going to try to go back to see if they´ll fix it. Unfortunately this will require cutting my hair back to about the length it was when I left the States, so that´s three months growth suddenly un-done. I feel like I am more upset about it than I should be... I suppose nobody is ever happy when they first leave the salon. But it´s one thing when you don´t like the cut they gave you-- it´s another thing when they just do it WRONG when all you asked them to do was cut it straight. So I went out with Velia for a beer to try and make myself feel better, and that was better. Other crappy thing that is pissing me off: The class "Women in Contemporary Spanish Society" has been the worst class I have ever taken in my life. Originally, there weren´t enough people signed up to offer it, so they "combined" it with "Urban Development in the Mediterranean" which is a human geography class. They did this so they could continue to offer both classes so people could get the credits they needed, and because they figured since they were both sociology classes, somehow they would have something in common. "Combining" these classes ended up to mean that each week, (for the class only meets once a week for 2.5 hours at a time) we had either one class or the other, either one professor or the other. We started a week late, two classes were cancelled because both professors went to Cuba for some conference, so we have taken 5 classes with each professor and the only thing that detirmines which one we get credit for is which subject we write the final paper and take the exam. In the "Mujeres" (women) class, we watched a movie, which took up two class periods, read one article about domestic violence and commented on it, and talked about the history of the feminist movement, which was mainly talking about the US and the rest of Europe, for two class periods. Today, our last class with this professor, we started 20 minutes late, spent about 15 minutes figuring out a date that we could go to her house for coffee and to talk about her trip to Cuba, heard the same information in review that we learned last time about spain and the global feminist movement from 1960-1975, (total information that we learned: the fact that there WAS a feminist movement.) then she told us that Franco died and Spain, in a hurry to catch up with the rest of Europe started to make more liberal laws again. Then we heard the years that a bunch of countries legalized divorce/abortion. After that, the conversation shifted to talking about the future of the world, and how a very conservative wave is passing again, adn how our professor´s only hope is the young people in the anti-globalization movement, and then we talked about Cuba and then ended class early. You just read EVERYTHING that we did in class, I did not leave anything out. I have learned nothing in that class. What I will learn will be learned on my own while researching to write this paper, and I will also learn a bunch of dates and names when I memorize them for the exam from the packet that she gave us but that we never talked about. And to think that this class was basically the reason that I came to Alicante-- It was a program in Spain at my language level that had a women´s studies class. What a crock. What a waste.

3.12.02

So the time is ticking away. People are asking me how many days I have left (17) and how I feel about going home (excited and anxious and torn) and telling me they´re going to miss me, and I´m realizing how much I am going to miss them as well. Trying to stay focused and get work done, working on final papers and such, which unfortunately has been severely impeded by my discovery of online crossword puzzles. I need to be working so that I can spend time with people, which is going to be a high priority these next 2 and a half weeks. Yesterday I went to the elementary school for the first time in a month or so, and visited a different classroom than usual. The kids were not as enthusiastic as the other class, but it was good to go. Taught them the same song. Speaking of songs, choir was really fun. Beforehand I met Silvia for coffee, and during the rehearsal we were silly as usual. I´m getting much better at talking to the other people there too... talking to people I don´t know and understanding and joining conversations is getting much easier lately. Helped Lauren with her English homework during the Magnificat rehearsal-- they were only rehearsing the solos and we spent most of the time waiting around. I was asked to try the alto part in the trio, and later they made it into a 9-tet with three on each part, and I am one of them. So that´s exciting. Excited for Christmas. Looking forward to coming home. Trying to make the most of my time here before it is over.

2.12.02

Good weekend. Friday after "studying" all day, I went to see El Crimen de Padre Ortiz, a Mexican movie, with Velia at the ABA6 cinema. Caught the bus home, Paz and I got dressed up fancy and went to El Taller, Amalia´s restaurant, for the 1 year anniversary party. It was good times, free tapas and drinks, hanging out with Amalia´s family and Julie and Paz´s friends. The family called from the Thanksgiving celebration at my house, and I stood outside in the street and cried when I heard them singing Johnny Appleseed. It was so beautiful and so fun to hear everybody... It makes me smile to think that the next time that is sung, I will be there singing along. Saturday I ran errands and read "Possessing the Secret of Joy" by Alice Walker, who wrote The Color Purple, an awesome book. Went out with Silvia, Leti, JuanRa and Katherine (choir people) for a dinner of tapas at Lizarran, (don´t know what happened to those other toothpicks...) Our waitress was crazy. We sat outside for a long time, it was good. Headed to the barrio afterwards, spent some time at Salamandra and later went to dance at Directo. I really like Directo-- we were up on the fourth floor and after making our way through the totally crowded first three floors we had the top one almost totally to ourselves. We had a ton of fun until Leti noticed that her movil and wallet with keys were no longer in her jacket pocket... they had been stolen. Her jacket was on the top of the pile on the counter, only about 5 feet away from us, but some sneaky person got in there. So I got to see the police station when we went to report it... There´s a chance they´ll return the wallet and keys, without money obviously, but once in a while the thieves take the valuables and return the documents. I hope so... It sucked, we had been having a great time until that point. Got home at 5, slept in, woke up and read. Velia invited me over for the Sunday meal with her family "+1argentino" who usually comes over on Sundays. It was great. Her family is really nice, their apartment is really nice. We had a really good meal too, fishy apetizers of squid and something else, cod maybe? with spices and seasonings, bread and different types of jamon, cheeses, tomato spread. Then a break before the main course of black paella. It´s made with squid ink and little noodles and vegetables.... Literally black. But really tasty. The next course was fruit, I had grapes and part of a caqui, and then coffee and little postres-- an ice cream bar and a taste of some chocolate mousse type thing-- and sweet wine. Quite a feast, and good conversation... really nice. Velia and I hung out for a while, I saw her pictures of South Africa and some other places she´s visited, and we looked at pictures online of our novios. Tee hee! It was a good afternoon.