Wednesday, January 2, 2013
Back from South Africa - Camp Recap
It has been harder than usual to adjust back to life and my sleeping cycle is completely off, but I'm getting better everyday. Even made it to work the last few days!
I know a lot of you are anxiously waiting to hear how camp was and this email will serve as a brief description as I would like to present a video and discussion in a few weeks for anyone to attend (especially sponsors).
I arrived at our meeting place in Soweto with Riana to find the camp director KB and a few other counselors there. It was a typical awkward situation..."uhh I dont know anyone and they all know each other and I'm the foreigner here". Luckily, a sweet girl named Tembe or Pebbles introduced herself and we instantly clicked. Once the other counselors arrived we boarded the bus for Magaliesburg Retreat Center, about an hour and a half from Soweto. On the way I chatted with another young woman my age, who proceeded to tell me about her life in Soweto. Her mother died tragically last year and she was very young when she had her own daughter, but she is one of the lucky girls in Soweto. She is engaged, soon to be married to a good man with a good job and has a caring father and family that take care of one another. I was also lost in the landscape, snapping away with my camera, the landscape along the way reminds me of California during winter, farms and brown rolling hills with concentrations of townships or squatter camps along the way.
The Magaliesburg Retreat Center is within a animal preserve, a common thing in South Africa...acres upon acres of protected land for all kinds of animals. This preserve has giraffes, zebras, kudu etc...that are visible on a 20 min hike behind the retreat center. Once we arrived at the center we were given room assignments and immediately began training. The four days of training covered everything from: how to be a leader, how to facilitate exciting lectures and activities, team building, Zulu vocabulary, how to deal with sensitive issues, privacy of campers, camp rules and much more. There was another American girl Allie from Arizona (Director of the Juvenile Arthritis Foundation branch in AZ), also my age who was to be a counselor as well. We were both completely overwhelmed by day two and were wondering "How we were going to fit in with these children?" and "Would they even listen or speak to the American girls?". We found ourselves attached at the hip because all the counselors knew each other previously from school, camp or work in Soweto. Not to mention Allie and I don't speak Zulu or Situ or Kosa, so we were often very unsure of the conversations.
However, since day one together with the other Vochelis (counselors in Zulu) we were exposed to a multitude of songs and dances originating from Camp Sizanani and from their culture. I was instantly hooked. The passion, excitement and joy that they exuded was addicting to me. Some songs were of love, some were of old tribal warriors and some about being friends at camp. Each one sung with as much effort and emotion as the last; I found it to be the way I would bond with the Vochelis. So, luckily I have a few dance moves and rhythm and I immersed myself in their song and dance. I didn't always know the words, but it didn't matter, I felt connected to the Vochelis and their culture as a whole. I cried a few times, I couldn't help feel so moved to have the privilege to be part of something so spectacular as 25 young adults singing in harmony with as much emotion as a man dancing Zeibekiko. By the end of camp I had all the songs memorized, was often admired by the children for my ability to move with some grace and rhythm and also provided comedic relief as they have NEVER seen a WHITE girl sing and dance to their songs. I haven't stopped singing them either...I took a lot of video to show to everyone :)
4 days of training flew by and the kids arrived early on day 5. 155 children to be exact, pouring out of 2 buses from all parts of Soweto. It was an exciting day...we sang and danced for about an hour before getting our camper assignments. I was assigned to Cabin C with two other Vochelis, Mpo and Nomfundo, and 13 girls ages 13-14. Each age bracket (11 -19) had boys and girls so Cabin D was our "brother" cabin whom we ate every meal with and they kids attended classes with. When the girls and I arrived at our cabin I was so nervous. They weren't speaking any English and were definitely looking at me curiously. I had three girls in my room: Oratile, Gugu (who I later nicknamed Gigi) and Mathapelo. All the girls instantly melted my heart...all of them so beautiful, sweet and definitely sassy. Typical preteens obsessed with boys and makeup and doing each others hair (including mine).
Each day consisted of 6 classes for the children: Nutrition, Swimming, Life Skills, Theater, Adventure, and Art. Each class was 45 min long and planned by the Vochelis. I was assigned to Nutrition (at my request) with Mpo, Nomfundo and two other girls Lunga and Dutu. I was SO EXCITED about teaching this class and created activities/lectures based on personal hygiene, digestive system and why we need: vitamins, minerals, proteins, carbs etc. (MCAT material put to good use). What I found to be even more exciting was learning about what the children thought of these topics. On day one we asked, "What do you hope to learn about in this class?" A multitude of answers flew out, "What is good nutrition? How can I make proper good food at a low cost? What is a good diet for someone with AIDS or for one with diabetes? What is diabetes?" and funnier ones, "Why do I momentarily die when I sneeze? Why are fat people fat? How do I not get fat?" Day one and two I spent a good 20 mins in each class answering all kinds of questions like these confidently with my knowledge from pre-med classes and MCAT material. Not that I'm an expert yet, but I had just enough knowledge to answer their questions fully and also feel kind of awesome about myself that I could share it with them. The rest of the week proved to be eye opening as well...for instance 18 year old boys didn't know that you should wash your hands frequently because there are things called germs and you should wash before and after eating and using the restroom. At least for 5 days I knew they were washing their hands, as I expected them to once their entered class...I also made them sing "Happy Birthday to me" twice to ensure they did it long enough. Better yet, was when I would hear them in the restroom in the dining hall singing Happy Birthday or when I would walk by a cabin...it was music to my ears.
A conflict to my zealous Nutrition classes was the actual Nutrition going on at camp. Global Camps has a food buyer in Soweto, an Afrikaaner lady who apparently has been in the business for many years and gets good food prices. I have been joking that going to an African camp was a good diet because I lost 5 pounds while I was there. There were three meals a day and here are typical menus for each:
Breakfast - everyday a scoop of cornflakes was available, on good days a hard boiled egg was given as well. Some days there was baked beans. The kids drink Coffee or Tea with approx 4 tablespoons of sugar in about a 6 oz cup.
Lunch - two rolls with one of the following: hot dog, magenta colored bologna, sloppy joe looking meat and sometimes a salad of iceburg lettuce, pasta on a good day
Dinner - some type of stewed meat (chicken lamb or beef) with carrots and potatoes and served with rice, pasta or "pop" (a staple in their diet, corn maize served thicker consistency than grits). spaghetti on a good day
Each meal accompanied by loaves of sliced bread that the children piled up on. I am not kidding when I tell you some of the older boys had 6 slices of bread each morning with butter and jam. It was incredible.
You can imagine my horror. Not because I'm a prissy American who gets to eat fresh vegetables from a farm everyday, but because we are teaching them a "healthy lifestyle" and that's not what we are showing them. The camp director KB was also horrified and he ate less than I did. Thankfully I had brought some snacks and protein bars and KB would go to town for fruit for me. The founder Phil of GCA and Sizanani seemed to pickup on my feelings toward the menu and has asked me to provide the organization with some menu suggestions that they could try to incorporate. His food buyer on the other hand is the problem who seems to have her own agenda, and while I understand its hard to do business in another country (which explains his reluctance to confront her completely) its really unacceptable what the kids are being served. Granted, most of these children only eat ONE meal a day, so that was heaven to them, but you cannot expect them to make better decisions on their own with out the experience and proper tools. Ok, so that was my only complaint about the whole experience.
Throughout the week, the girls began to warm up to me, especially because I let them play with my hair (I am not lying when I tell you everyone from Vocheli to child was facinated with my hair and wanted to touch it, I had 18 year old boys asking if they could just touch my hair. Black hair is tight and curly and everyone has braids or weaves, so the fact that I had long, flowing, colored hair was seriously the most fascinating thing to them). I won't lie, I thoroughly enjoyed every moment, I'm a sucker for someone playing with my hair or massaging my scalp. I'd often fall asleep every night to 5 girls braiding my hair.
The most important class for campers at Camp Siznanani is Life Skills. Life Skills is a combination of sex, drug, peer pressure, AIDS and poverty education mixed in with confidence building lessons and groups discussions. Life Skills carries out the mission of Sizanani, to ensure children have the proper and accurate information/facts on HIV/AIDS, to encourage them to get tested frequently throughout life and how to protect themselves from becoming infected. The sex and drug educational aspect is almost exact to what our students in the US experience in middle school and high school. The HIV/AIDS component explains how people can become infected, what is actually happening in their body, what treatments are available and also tries to debunk the cultural beliefs that exist toward the disease. There are a multitude of myths that exist, originating from gossip, hearsay or from tribal traditional healers. They are horrifying to our standards and impossible for us to understand how they could even be believed. I will share with you the most common myth shared with men, that if you have intercourse with a "virgin" you will be protected from ever getting the disease... Which is EXACTLY why there needs to be more educational outreach like Sizanani to the younger generations to STOP the promulgation of these abhorrent ideas. I was reminded of this in my nutrition classes where most students did ask me what actually is happening when you have HIV/AIDS and how should you take care of your body when you do have it. These children are bombarded with the words and ramifications of HIV/AIDS in their daily lives but many have no idea what it actually means to a person.
The Life Skills class culminates on the second to last day of camp with an exercise called "Journey of Life". This is actually quite similar to an activity I did while attending/leading the KAIROS camp in High School. Campers are asked to sit in a circle and close their eyes and finish the following sentence, "To everyone around me I appear to be.....however this is who I really am or this is what I'm really feeling....." Before the campers get a chance to open up, the Life Skills Vochelis begin by explaining to the campers how much they are loved and adored by everyone at Sizanani. That every bad thing that has happened in their lives is not their fault, they are not alone and that THERE IS HELP available to them. I attended this session with my two cabins and nothing can prepare you for the heartache that followed. First the children openly cry and begin to say things like, "Everyone thinks I'm happy but I'm actually very sad" then the awful stuff comes pouring out. These 13 and 14 year old children have seen and experienced more than an adult here could in their lifetime. Not to mention the things that the 17 and 18 year old teens opened up about...I won't go into the brutal details.
It was an emotional day for everyone at camp. All of the children had been through that painful exercise and all the Vochelis had broken hearts for them. The rest of the classes, like us in Nutrition, were told to be prepared and to let the children talk if they needed to. We did spend a few classes following up on the things they talked about or spent time just consoling them. Later that night, I spoke to Phil the founder and told him how angry I was after the things I had heard. Angry that children should suffer in such a way. I was also enlightened that everything I get upset about in my daily life is peanuts compared to the challenges they face. Granted, our lives are very different and we come from very different backgrounds, yet there is no denying the perspective that one is given after such an experience.
It continued to be a hard night with my girls after Journey of Life. Two in particular had recently experienced very traumatic things and cried on through the evening...all you can do is hold them and tell them they are not alone, there is help and it wasn't their fault. My favorite camper Gigi sat down with me that night as well and I thanked her for opening up so bravely during Journey of Life. She said that, yes it was awful what had happened to her but she has to try to stay strong and believe that there is something better for her in life. My sweet Gigi only 13 years old, already wise beyond her years and giving me a lesson on life. KB told me a few times after camp that I was an angel to these children by providing them with love and tools to be better in life, but Gigi and all the children are the true angels.
Having the children leave at the end of camp was difficult knowing they were going back into less than ideal situations, and it took everything I had to be strong for them so they would have the strength to go back home and hopefully use the tools they learned. Global Camps has set up after school programs in different townships where the children can go after school and on the weekends and continue to stay connected with the Vochelis and the things they learned at camp. While they are not yet in every township or neighborhood, they are making stride and will be opening up more this coming year. It is this part of Camp Sizanani experience that is vital to the children, to ensure they have access to the Vochelis and information they need to lead better lives after camp is over.
There is quite a bit more I learned in terms of cultural and social aspects to South African society and countless more memories and wonderful things that happened at camp I could share but I really hope to get a complete video together using the pictures and videos I took at camp to show you all. I can't wait for you to see the children singing and dancing!! I hope to have this accomplished in a few weeks and I'll make sure to find a place where everyone can come see the video at once.
What now? I first have to thank all of you for your support in my endeavor to attend Camp Sizanani. Each one of you helped make it possible through love, sponsorships, encouragement and most of all through your belief in me. Actually getting to go was a humbling experience as I have never felt so loved and supported in my life. The actual experience of Sizanani has forever changed me and the lives of 155 children. We are all now connected to one another...because you helped me get there you have helped Gigi by channeling love, support and tools to make her life better.
Despite the awful things persisting in our world, there is good to be done and change that can be accomplished. I've always believed that through education you can make a difference in the lives of many. Give people the facts and teach them and you will see them grow. I wholeheartedly believe in the mission of Global Camps and Sizanani and will continue to support it any similar organizations.
Thank you all again so much, I am so blessed....in fact we are all so blessed.
I included a picture of my girls from Cabin C.
South Africa Day 17
South Africa Day 5
South Africa Day 2
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Jungle Time
This is our 3rd day here and so far we have been on a few hikes where we saw spider, howler and whitefaced monkeys. Howlers sound like zombies, not a very nice sound especially at 4:30 in the morning which seems to be a ritual for them. Spider monkeys walk upright on the branches sometimes, and you can't help but get a weird feeling that we are related. There are tons of beautiful birds, including my favorite the toucan!!! We are pretty lucky, our house overlooks the ocean and has plenty of wildlife and all we have to do is sit in our patio chairs.
We have been eatingg.....and eatingg....3 square meals a day! All the food has been incredibly delicious, but I have actually grown weary of eating. Yes me, a foodie has literally gotten tired of eating. I wish though to bring home this salsa that is served at every table called Lizano...it is haeaven and goes on everything!!!
It's my birthday today! 25! I think its a pretty sweet way to enjoy it :) We are hiking today to the ocean and a waterfall - which hiking here is so different than what we are used to in the high desert. Here it is wet, the mud is like clay and you can't help but wonder if there is a snake under all those leaves. The canopy and trees block a lot of the sun light so it is fairly dark in the forest.
So far, we have not had any awful bug encounters...and knock on wood the mosquitos have not eaten us alive.
We have learned to get used to wet clothing, as nothing dries here, just stays damp, including the hiking shoes...heres to hoping I dont get foot rot or something dramatic and gross like that.
Considring that we are literally in the jungle it has been quite an experience, and the set up makes it feel like you are roughing it without actually roughing it. I am very lucky that Phil and Sarah's mom and Bernie have brought me on this incredible and somewhat lush experience.
We are here for another 2 days then head to Zancudo which is across the little bay called Golfito. Bernie and Donna say we will really be roughing it there, so far we know we are staying in banana cabinos on the beach, and I guess there is only one hotel in the area? We shall have to see!
On a funny side note, we have all falled in love with the local beer Imperial. So much that in our first place, we had to have beer brought everyday and when we arrived to the Osa peninsula, Puerto Jimenez to be exact, we asked the driver to stop at the local grocery store. Quite a sight to see a whirlwind of 8 white tourists sweep through the market in about 10 minutes collecting snacks, 10 bottles of wine and about 2 cases of Imperial. Probably the most action for these locals in a long time, we were happy to entertain and support local business. :)
Internet and phones are limited here so not sure when the next post will be...love to all!
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Pura Vida - Manuel Antonio
Friday, July 10, 2009
I Love Dance
I had a day to myself on the Saturday before Phil arrived so I decided to see the local ballet company called the Victor Ullate Ballet Comapany, they had a showing of all choreography created by their director. The 6 pieces were based upon classic ballet fundamentals but had modern movement and interpretation. It was truly fantastic! What was also very unique and consistent was the type of dances that have been chosen to represent this company. All of the dancers, male and female, were very strong and defined, not grossly muscular but very prominent definition. The females were not soft and dainty as some ballet dancers, and the males were some of the tallest ballet dancers I have ever seen (one had to be at least Phil’s height). Despite this different variety, each was incredibly talented and beautiful; even though they were strong and carried such a presence the movement was complimentary and showed off the body as a piece of art itself. Once piece in particular that was simply amazing was in the final where the dancers ended up in leotards and body suits in a nude color. The lighting was not too bright so it seemed that the dancers were nude but without the exposure of body parts. As I mentioned, each dancer was fairly defined, and the choice of a nude bodysuit amplified the creativity of the movement and the celebration of the human body. Mixing point and classic ballet variations to modern jerky movement it was truly a blend of the classic and new to bring forth the vision of the director. If you are interested in his work, look him up online, I haven’t had the chance yet but if I find a link I will post it.
Some friends and I decided to see another flamenco show, this time with a dinner included…well so we thought. There are many dinner/show places in Madrid, and the Casa de las Patas was recommended by my Spanish teacher. A friend called ahead to make sure it was a package and she was reassured it was. When we arrived to the restaurant we were seated right next to the stage and the our eyes were level with the stage (thus looking up a little to the dancers). However, when we looked at the menu dinner was not included with the show and the show was already $25. We were a little nervous because the menu was ridiculously expensive…Phil and I shared a half a bottle of wine and a small appetizer. Despite the attack on our wallet I would have paid 100 more euro for the dancing we saw. Two guitarists, four flamenco singers (including one female) and nine dancers graced the stage with a passion and talent that was hard to internalize. Three of the female dancers were I older and experienced and another was a younger girl of apprentice level, however all of them despite “putting on a show” truly exuded the flair and passion that is typical of a flamenco dancer. It reminds me of Zembekiko of the Greek culture where it is used as a means of expression for feelings and emotions…these women had the same. There were some songs that were sad and the angst within their faces was as if their heart was just broken…you couldn’t help but cry too. What was fantastic was that each dancer was different from the other in style and skill level…one woman was great at fast turns while stomping her feet, the younger girl was very expressive and stunning, the other could do amazing sequences minutes at a time without breaking a sweat…and the last woman to dance…words cannot describe. She was androgynous looking because of her very strong features, but she was very beautiful at the same time. She played on this look of hers and danced a finale in a male costume, which was similar to a matador. Her entire body was solid and she commanded attention…you could not peel your eyes away from her. Anyway, her sequence of movement, steps, stomps and variation lasted at least 15 min…the sweat was pouring down her face but she was still so beautiful. I took so much video of her so I will post that too. Anyway, the show lasted over two hours and by the time we left my ears were ringing and my heart was pounding from the intensity of it all…I felt like I had been dancing for two hours! Oh and worth mentioning, the same dancers put on the same show 15 min later for another group of guests and another 2 hours. After that show I was thoroughly convinced I need to start learning Flamenco.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
SPANISH CUSTOMS AND QUIRKS
I decided to try to keep track of the differences I’ve noticed in between the Spanish culture and others I have seen, here are some so far:
1 - Obvious – Obsession with Pork. Every store that has food has Jamon Serrano, Jamon York and Iberico, two of which are the cured and dried version. Now I have always been a sucker for prosciutto at home, but this is overkill. I mean I love ham and cheese sandwiches but this has been my lunch now for over a month! It’s the only thing you can get on the go without having McDonalds or Burger King. Ok so this is the typical lunch on the go: there are bocadillos which are baguettes of bread with just ham (all kinds), just cheese, ham and cheese or tortilla (which is a omelet with just egg and potatoes). Then there is sandwich mixto which is square sliced bread (called Pan Molde here, which my roommate and I thought meant bread with mold at first) with ham and cheese melted. This is my favorite; I could eat like 3 of them to really be full. Finally, there are the baguettes which are mini baguettes with any of the above mentioned fillers.
2 - The cafeteria at school has these sandwiches as well as Amstel on tap and other beer and wine selections. This is something unusual but fantastic!
3 - Spaniards are obsessed with donuts. Dunkin Donuts are everywhere and another brand they sell in stores called Donuts that when you go to the store, people have about 10 of these packages in their carts. I mean its intense. I have not succumbed to the donut obsession…I prefer their homemade sweets like chocolate croissants.
4 – Spaniards are embarrassing beer drinkers. Ok Im not sure if it’s a Reno thing, but I know I love beer and so do all the people I know back home. Spaniards don’t have any world famous beers, their selection is Estrella, Mahou and Cruzcampo. I think the latter is the most known…however Spaniards add lemon fanta to their beer…oh my gosh are you kidding me?! Call me crazy but just drink some juice with soda water! You should see the looks I get when I have a beer without juice, bigger than half a pint and its like unbelievable when I have a Guiness (which by the way is not that tasty here).
5 – Spaniards and Europeans in general have to be matching. If you have a pink shirt on, you most definitely have a pink bag, belt or shoes to match. I know that matching is better than not in some sort of color scheme…haha I don’t know.
6 - A new fashion fad here in Spain...genie pants. Almost every girl wears these pants, that are cotton with a fit loose around the bum and the crotch seem can either be at the knee or lower...basically it looks like you have junk in your pants. Not to mention they fit at the ankle tightly like old 80s jeans...sometimes its cute, but most of the time its uh weird.
7 - I would say 90% of the teenagers in Madrid have facial piercings, and one in particular that is a small white ball that is under the lip or right above like a Monroe. However, they are very small and so at glance it appears that all these kids have huge whiteheads on their face...sorry for the graphic wording but it cracks me up!
8 - Phil has noticed this...most of the people in the stores HATE breaking a 50 euro bill, either they can't count or are too lazy but every time phil offers one they scowl and huff and puff and ask for something smaller.
9 - Grandparents are a big part of the lives of their grandchildren. Only on the weekends do you really see parent with their children, rather during the week most grandparents are out with their grandchildren. Newborns to young teens there is a strong affection and relationship between the children and their elders…also there is a general respect towards elders that we don’t see very much in the states, from all ages.
Almost Done
My last two weeks in Madrid were a whirlwind, a movie literally on fast forward at like x34 speed and I was doing my best to keep up. I had a midterm in every class that was either a test or project or both combined. So all my work and studying kept me from venturing out too late or causing a ruckus in the streets of Madrid. I did however finally make it to the Prado museum (which is free every night from 6-8) with Sonya and we spent three evenings wandering around and drooling over the incredible skill of the artists within.
The Prado has quite an extensive collection of the 13th-17th century paintings from Flemish, Italian, Spanish, German, and English styles. I never thought I would be able to determine the differences between each, but once you look at enough within a short period of time and all together in the same area the differences are clear. It is first important to note that all painters of this time were interested in depicting the life of Christ. Whether it was the Annunciation of the Virgin Mary, the Birth or the passion, I would guess every single painter had completed some work that was religiously inspired. To me its beautiful not only because of my Christian background but because depicting something you have never seen before is the hardest and it is a true creation of the imagination of that painter. Also, when you have 100 paintings of the Crucifixion it gives the opportunity to begin to interpret what the artist was thinking and what techniques he used.
The Flemish style of painting is very unique, because for me, it is the farthest from reality. Typically almond shaped faces with very full cheeks and tiny facial attributes seem like the comics of the time. Not to say they look ridiculous, just very different, and the second attribute is that they are very angelic like. The subjects in the paintings are all very pale and angelic whereas those attributes are typically saved for angels or other supernatural elements in other styles. Despite the different take on reality, I did enjoy Flemish painting, especially one in particular called “The Garden of Earthly Delights”. This was painted on a three-fold panel of wood and depicts the earthly temptations that man comes in contact with. There are literally hundreds of figures in this painting and creatures that I find absolutely amazing and creative. You must look it up online.
This week I also experienced when public transportation fails you are basically screwed. Sonya and I take three trains every morning to get to school, and the second train, line 6 is a joke. Well they are doing construction on it but basically it runs when it wants to and is never on time. So this particular morning we get to line 6, wait for 20 min then someone comes on over the loud speaker. All of a sudden the masses are making a frantic run for the door and out of the metro. Sonya and I are dumbstruck and have no idea what is going on because I could not understand what the heck the lady was saying. So I ask a nice lady next to me and she says the train is not coming for another 30 min…well that sucks because our class starts in 30 min. Luckily we were able to call USAC offices and they laughed that it wasn’t a big deal and they would tell our teacher. What is hysterical is that there are only 4 girls in my class, one was out that day for a hurt ankle so it was the one girl with our teacher for 45 min till Sonya and I strolled in.
Speaking of my teacher, he showed us a Spanish film called “All About My Mother” which was part of Sundance Film Festival, I think, but at any rate was really good…I suggest it to everyone who likes crazy stories especially ones that include transgender and dry humor. It was a fantastic story, but to be quite honest I was quite uncomfortable watching it with my teacher…well he is young so I guess it wasn’t a big deal, but there were many sexual references and heres the kicker…he kept translating some of these words and references into English! Hahah oh man, this teacher is so funny, first of all because every time he says something in English his voice drops as if he’s afraid to speak English, and then he saying these words it was like the funniest thing I have ever seen. Anyway, good movie nonetheless…
I took some friends of mine here to a Greek restaurant that I found a review for from the New York Times, called Delfos. Oh man it was soooooo good. To start we had hummus, feta, aubergine paste, roe paste, and three more with warm pita bread and dolmades. Then we split some chicken souvlaki and the grand finale was a huge plate completely covered of sweets. Baklava, galactobureko, rum cake, yogurht with honey and a few others. There was enough for each of us to have at least 4 pieices, it was amazing. Needless too say, my friends are hooked and want to come to Reno for the Greek festival. The waiter there also spoke Greek and it was fun to switch between Greek, Spanish and English depending on what words I knew the best. Which I have a new appreciation for people who are fluent in more than one language because I have had Spanish in my brain 24/7 for the past 3 weeks and it was sooo hard to remember the Greek words. I believe the point of fluency comes from being able to switch between languages without difficulty and without forgetting the words. Some day ill get there!
more to come!
Sunday, June 14, 2009
El Escorial and the Valley of the Fallen
Friday, June 12, 2009
Gracias Cucarachas
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Happy
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
When a Foreign Language Turns on You
Monday, June 8, 2009
Holy Toledo!
Toledo is also known for its Mazapan (Marzapan) and sword making. The little city sits on a hill and consists of narrow cobblestone streets that are so authentic and historic looking you really feel like you were in the Middle Ages. I kept picturing vendors with their pushcarts and the people of the city bustling about. It was a truly beautiful and magical place that I would love to visit again, for more than a day.
Other than that, school has been intense to say the least, and the weather is pretty unusual. Its blustery and always looks like its going to rain but hasnt. Its quite the tease when we are trying to hang our laundry outside and are constantly paranoid that it will rain on our cloths.
The cockroach situation had seemed to be better, but last night we had a brigade attacking us from the toaster. Thank God we had a friend over who witnessed our situation so we are in fact not crazy and over-reacting. At this point I am convinced that the spray we were told to use is ok for killing those that we see but in fact is not penetrating the walls in which they are living. I am also sick of my apartment smelling like the spray and am pretty sure we have lost brain cells. We are going to talk to our housing coordinator again this week to see what the next step is.
I did find real milk since my last post so that was quite the relief...I am however still dissapointed in Spanish food. I love spice and flavor and Spanish food is kind of bland. Maybe beacuse my budget allows for only not very expensive restaurants but I also have not been living off bread and cheese. I have however, found great spanish wine by the bottle at our local supermarket for 2-3 euros each...quite the deal.
Tonight we may go to the museum and tomorrow see a ballet inspired by Flamenco. I think we are going to try a good tapas bar tonight and hopefully my dissapointment will be relieved, because the best meal ive had so far was at an Indian restaurant. wah wah...
Ok well I should probably get off the computer, as other spanish students are eyeing me down.
Love, Hugs and Kisses to all
Anna Maria
ps i have some pictures posted
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Tuesday, June 2, 2009
La Cucarachas and the Quest for Real Milk
Friday, May 29, 2009
Hola!
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Spain Address
C/O Alvaro Carredano, USAC Madrid
Universidad Rey Juan Carlos,
Campus Vicálvaro
Pº Artilleros s/n
28032 Madrid, SPAIN
