SPAIN!!

I just arrived in Segovia, Spain for part DOS of my summer adventures! After an 8 hour flight from Atlanta to Frankfurt, another 2 hour flight to Madrid, and an hour bus ride, I am finally settled in my new home, with my new familia and roommate Nicole!

Our madre's name is Maria, and our Padre is Leute. (I'll get a picture with him soon!)

We flew on Lufthansa Airlines, and it was the most comfortable flight I have ever been on. We had leg room, fluffy pillows, real blankets, individual tvs with an awesome movie selection, and airplane food that wasn't all that terrible.

We arrived safely and are being submerged headfirst into the language, the city, and the people.

There is a quiet elegance here; the city holds 3000 years of history and culture. It brings you back to a time and place where everything is simple, streets are cobblestone and people take time to enjoy life.

There are little streets and parks everywhere, all around the most famous part of Segovia, the aqueduct. Stone arches as tall as buildings, held together by sheer force and physics, as old as Jesus, and still standing strong...it's incredible!

I am already finished with my first day of school and cannot WAIT for the adventure to unfold!

Hasta luego :)

Adios!

This trip has been one of the greatest experiences of my life so far. I've been turned upside-down, flipped over, spun around, and then put back rightside-up again. I have been challenged in so many ways, and I have grown so, so much.

One day, I stood on top of the Pyramid of the Sun in Teotihuacan. Looking out at the fantastic view, I had a revelation.

If you want to study spanish, or really any foreign language for that matter, you are actually choosing to study life.

You have to fall in love with everything that the language represents, or you miss out on the point entirely.

And when you discover that passion, Spanish is suddenly much more than a college major.

It is learning how to say hello and goodbye.
It's Salsa, Cumbia, and Merengue.
It's gaining an appreciation for a little spice.
And a little tolerance for the unexpected.
It is laughter.
It is celebration.
It's dancing along to a mariachi band.
And watching little kids play futbol.
It is hundreds and hundreds of years of rich culture and history.
All summed up in one Diego Rivera painting.
It is the smell of fresh bread being made on our way to school everyday.
And a watching Quincineara begin a few doors down.
It is making new friends.
And saying hola to every stranger.
It's loving a little chaos.
And going with flow.


Looking back, I think my favorite thing about Mexico is that everywhere you look there are people smiling and laughing. In America, not many people grasp the idea of living in the moment, letting the day take you where it wants to go. The people here understand that happiness is something important. They treat every day like it is a beautiful gift, ready to be opened and enjoyed. I have learned so, so much from being here.

Today is my last day. It's bittersweet knowing the next incredible chapter of the summer is about to begin, while at the same time, already missing this place.

I've climbed mountains and pyramids, braved the bus system, eaten the best food I have ever experienced, cheered on the Mexican futbol team in the World Cup, talked and talked and talked over anything and everything, made new friends, watched the sun set behind gorgeous mountains, relaxed on a beach in Acapulco, danced in the middle of the city, experienced a meat market, and learned more about myself than anything. This trip has been....perfect. It was hard, but so worth every moment.

And now.........................................SPAIN!!

Menu Por Favor?

The food here is absolutely fantastic! Everyone keeps
taking pictures of it all so I thought I would give you guys
a run-down of what I have been enjoying lately!




Salsa. Self explanatory.



TORTILLAS. These come with breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
But there is a specific way to roll it. If you do not properly roll your
tortilla, it is a dead giveaway that you are a Gringo. (Not that
we aren't already dead giveaways by pretty much everything else we
do around here anyway haha)



Quesadillas. When you order a quesadilla in Mexico,
you must always remember to ask specifically for the queso.
Otherwise you just get ...well.... a dilla.



MEXICAN REFRIED BEANS


AMERICAN REFRIED BEANS

NOT THE SAME THING.

AUTHENTIC refried beans are the STAPLE of Mexican cooking.
Mexicans use refried beans like Paula Deen uses butter.
And trust me, you'll never go back to the can after the real deal.



Cevinche - Yummy soup with a quail egg that nobody touched



Chile con Carne y Arroz. Surprisingly NOT spicy.



Enchiladas con Mole. Mole (pronounced Moley) is
frankly the most interesting thing I have ever tasted.
There are several varieties.. green, red, and black are the most common.
It is basically a sauce that tastes a bit like curry. It's hard to describe,
but can either be really tasty or really nasty.



Enchiladas Habaneras: HOT.



This soup... I forget the name but it has cactus in it,
and cactus tastes like a mix between a pickle and a green bean!



Chocolate. That is all you need to know.



Sangria Preparada (Sweet spanish wine!)


For the Brave souls in our group who somehow managed to think
that a hamburger in Mexico would be any good...Not
sure what they were thinking at the time. They found out
quickly that it was not so good.
(Disclaimer: I promise, this is not my plate.)


Hasta Luego!

Colors

Today a few of us walked around the neighborhood. One of my favorite things about Mexico is that every house is so unique, inside and out. Each one has the most incredible details and color! These are a few of my favorites!

Climbing Mountains

When in the midst of an adventure, one loses the concern for time. Days blend together in a beautiful swirl of colors, music, and fragrance. As our senses bloom with the sweet aroma of adventure, we begin to understand that the dusty road along the way is just as satisfying to the soul as the triumphant entry into the actual destination. I've found that when we become too fixed on the end,that we can miss out on the beauty of the journey, even though the road is long and dangerous, with many trials and tribulations.

Yesterday I climbed a mountain from base to peak in Tepotzlan, Mexico. It was one of the most difficult things I have ever done. There were thousands of steps of ancient rock through the jungle to the very top cliffs. Every time it seemed we were close, the next corner would unveil yet another long trek to climb.

But around every corner something new would also peak through the trees. A white butterfly as big as a magnolia blossom, a tree with roots twisting every which way, quietly ascending year upon year in quiet splendor, a breathtaking view of a cave, secretly tucked away in the mountain, or a laugh between friends that coaxed the birds into song.

In climbing mountains, there is suffering, laboring, and moments where it seems easier to give up, but it is in those moments that we must look around and see the glory. The road is hard, but it is beautiful. And when we finally reach the top of the mountain, we celebrate in joyful triumph, the end being so sweetly satisfying because of the perseverance and hardships that it took to make it there. Then all that remains is to rest in the moment, letting it carry you away as you melt into that pure peace.

And when you are standing on top of the world, firmly on that mountain, nothing can take away the truth you know of victory. Nothing can take back the moment when you first looked out on the horizon and saw freedom. It is yours to treasure forever.

Behoove is a word. In english? Yes. WHAT?

There are some things you learn in a classroom...but that little room has limitations. True learning happens when you experience something...not just hear about it, but actually live it out.

So I shall impart to you some things I have learned in Cuernavaca from justing being, just living, just experiencing...

1. What it means to be a girl in Mexico
- Fathers are protective. Boys do NOT talk to girls in front of the fathers unless the boy is asking the Father for permission to talk to the girl AFTER being grilled by the Father beforehand. (Some girls in our group experienced this the first day. Their padre got SO MAD.)
- You will be kissed. In the culture, greeting everybody, stranger/family, old/young, ugly (jk...NOBODY is ugly....except a Mexican Hairless dog...looks like a chinese crested only bigger)
But you greet everyone with one kiss on the left cheek.
- If every seat is taken on the bus and you get on, YOU WILL get a seat. Men are EXPECTED to give up their seat on buses, at full dinner tables, on park benches, etc.

2. What I have taken for granted in America
- AIR CONDITIONING.
- Public trashcans on the streets. It seems minor, but when you have the need to throw something away when you are out and about, it is very frustrating.
- Flushing toilet paper.... They use trashcans for that here instead because the pipes are too small. It's .....different......

On that note I apologize in advance if this is gross but it's something to know for your travels.
Google Moctezuma's Revenge.
If you know what it is, I will only say this: It is not a matter of who it will happen to, but a matter of when it will happen.




Moving on......


3. The word NO

In english when one uses the word no, it simply means no. In this culture, it means "Try Harder." It's almost considered rude to not question the "no" several times. It implies sincerity.
For example:

When eating comida, the senora comes and asks if we want more. We say no. She says, ok, what do you want? We say no thankyou. She says how about some more potatoes? We say no thats ok. Chicken? No. Beans? No. How about fruit? No thank you. Are you sure? Yes. Here. I'll get you some more tortillas. No thank you we're full. (and it goes on for a bit until you are walking away from the table while she is still questioning you.) This is only an exagerration. Our madre is actually very good at knowing when we have had enough. Others...not so much ha

So those are some tidbits from the week.
Also, I climbed up a mountain today. A LEGIT mountain.
It was VERY high up. Ouch.
But SO worth the loooooooong climb :)

My Not-So-Typical Days in Cuernavaca

School Schedule

6:30am We gracefully awaken. It's not hot yet, so we are happy :)

7:07am Mama Irene comes upstairs and says that breakfast is ready

7:10am We enjoy a spanish breakfast. We have had pancakes, omeletes with potatoes, french toast, and cereal (FRUIT LOOPS!!!!!!) and other days quesadillas with fruit and JUGO DE NARANJA. You guys think our orange juice is good? The stuff we drink is freshly squeezed every morning and absolutely wonderful!

7:45am We start walking to the school. It's a good 15 minute walk. On the way, we are surrounded by a wave of kindergartners running to their schools. For my current/future special ed teachers....there is a little boy who has down syndrome and is SUPER CUTE that we always pass by. This morning he said Hola, Como estas? to me and it was precious.

8:00am...ish School starts.
We have grammer class from 8 until 10 with our professor, Cesar. He is HILLARIOUS. We have 3 people in our class.....which is great...except you can't hide....which is not so fun, but you get to pinpoint your problems.... the many grammer problems that everybody has, but generally ignores.... We did pronouns for 2 hours and then por/para (two different words meaning for) for another hour and we got 78 sentences to practice it. It's intense, but it is SO worth it. I discovered how much I didn't know, but also how much I DO know and how much I have learned in just 5 days.

After grammer we have a break and then conversation class. It's an hour of just speaking the language and listening to Cesar's funny stories. Our class is 70% comedy sketch, and 30% .... other? ha but we have the best conversations!

Then after a short break we have either a workshop or a lecture to go to.

2:20pm - We walk 15 minutes back home and have COMIDA!!!!!!!
Comida is our equivalent of dinner. It is the main meal of the day and SOOOO yummy. Our Mama spends all morning cooking. We have had REAL enchiladas, chiles rellenos, tostadas, spaghetti (spanish style of course), different kinds of chicken, fresh veggies, rice, rice, and more rice, and salsa that's basically straight up jalepenos. We spend about an hour or two eating and talking with the family. It's always good conversation, and then after a short siesta (and its HOT by now...no A/C. We are very spoiled in America), we head back to the school.

At 4:30 we have either a dance class and afterwards a conversation hour with the students studying english, or a spanish movie.

Then we either go out to the Plaza for fun, over to someone's house to swim and study, or home to our families. They don't really have supper here. Cenar is a light supper or snack around 8. Tonight I had a banana and a tortilla!

On Saturdays we have excursions and this weekend we are going to Tepoztlan I do believe (climbing a mountain and seeing some pyramids)

We have something incredible planned every Saturday and optional ones every sunday.


And then if there is time... we sleep.

I am having so much fun here! I'll put up more pictures as soon as I can!