I was all confused, and I couldn't decide... shall I wear a dress, or pants (trousers that is)? Well, I just couldn't decide, so I wore both!
If you know me at all, you know that this was the line I would utter in a stupid girly-bimbo-voice anytime I saw this "ridiculous" fashion walking the streets in the last 10 years or however long it's been happening. Don't know what I'm talking about? Wearing a skirt or dress over pants? Well, there's an example at this link. Very nice skirt. Very nice pants. Should they be worn together? I don't see why!
But alas... today's fashion trends are doing me in. I want new clothes, and since I live where I do (and maybe even if I lived elsewhere) I have only a limited choice of what I can buy. Mostly, I have to get stuff that follows the latest treads because they don't carry too much "classic" fashion round these parts.
The worst thing is that most of today's fashion trends involve waistlines that make size 0 girls look pregnant (never mind me, who regularly gets asked when I'm expecting even when I'm NOT wearing these fashions) and shirt hem lines that reach mid-thigh, so when you're in the store, you're thinking to yourself, "But is it a shirt or a dress??? HUH???? Which is IT???" And let me tell you, I know I'm only a kindergarten teacher, but generally, I pride myself on being able to tell the difference. So not only are today's fashions confusing, but, they aren't exactly made for every body (I guess hottest trends never have been). So it seems I am losing the battle at not wearing things I generally don't think I look good in, simply because I want to wear something new!
I fear that at my ripe old age (what? Sarcasm....) of 27 I am actually already looking down on current fashion, and thinking back on the "good old days" when we used to wear clothes that I find more comfortable and flattering. Could it be??? Am I already that old (meaning, not hip and cool anymore)? That out of touch with what's hot? Is it just that as I do age, I couldn't give a rats about what's on the runways, or what today's hottest stars are wearing, and do just want to be comfortable? Jesus... I have no hope once I have a baby, huh? Am I already one of those people whose clothes date me, because I obviously didn't buy most of what I wear THIS decade?
Well, whatever it is (and I do feel it must be SOMETHING)... I can no longer make fun of people who wear dresses over pants because this morning I actually got up, and I couldn't decide what to wear...and so I wore both. Yes it's true...as I write, I am wearing jeans and a black baby doll dress all at the same time. Or wait... maybe I'm not... who knows! This could just be a long shirt I have on... :)
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Hi
Have you noticed that I haven't been around...that I haven't posted in what seems like years? Well, I have. And there is a good reason. School started. I've got 15 little ones to run after all day every day now. And they are LITTLE. No, wait, they are not...some of them are actually quite big...but they ACT little... BABIES!!!
I can't even formulate proper sentences. I'm drained of energy, and I have an aloholic drink pretty much every day after work. At least I'm (still) not smoking (cause I promise I'd be doing upwards of a pack a day right about now...).
I'll be back...someday...when somehow I figure out how to catch up on sleep and patience. :)
Laters.
I can't even formulate proper sentences. I'm drained of energy, and I have an aloholic drink pretty much every day after work. At least I'm (still) not smoking (cause I promise I'd be doing upwards of a pack a day right about now...).
I'll be back...someday...when somehow I figure out how to catch up on sleep and patience. :)
Laters.
Thursday, August 09, 2007
Just one thing
The other day, much to Joel's dislike, I watched a program on E! called something like the 50 fashion don'ts. Do you know what WASN'T included on the list? Wearing stilletos to the beach. Are you surprised? Well, I'm telling you, it wasn't on the list!!! I know!
Oh wait, what's that you say? The reason why is because NO ONE in their right mind would EVER think to wear high heels of any sort to the beach...so it's not even something you have to tell people not to do.
Ah.... that memo didn't reach Latvia. Would somebody kindly send it out again?
HIGH HEELS ARE NOT APPROPRIATE BEACH WEAR!!!!!
Oh wait, what's that you say? The reason why is because NO ONE in their right mind would EVER think to wear high heels of any sort to the beach...so it's not even something you have to tell people not to do.
Ah.... that memo didn't reach Latvia. Would somebody kindly send it out again?
HIGH HEELS ARE NOT APPROPRIATE BEACH WEAR!!!!!
A new beginning
The time came again. As I write I am into my fourth day smoke free.
It wasn't an easy decision...because let's face it... I love to smoke. I just LOVE LOVE LOVE it.
But, there are things in life that are more important... things like breathing, having babies, being active, living to hopefully meet my grandchildren.
Some people don't seem to think I can do it. And to them I say, thanks a lot. I do need all the support I can get here. Some people also don't think it's a very big deal that I have gotten as far as I have... well, pshaw! To go from nearly a pack a day to nothing, is pretty freaking good people! Although, that being said, I have not at any point in the last 4 days gone anywhere near the pack of cigarettes that Joel still hasn't moved from the coffee table. I left them in his lap after I smoked my last one on Sunday night. I have noticed that somewhere around 8pm every night I get a little twitchy...like I'm going through a little withdrawl spasm...but, other than that, I'm really not even thinking about it.
So, there you go... some of my readers probably didn't even know that I had picked up smoking again, but for a little less than a year, I have been... but not any more. I'm done. That is my new declaration, my new beginning.
It wasn't an easy decision...because let's face it... I love to smoke. I just LOVE LOVE LOVE it.
But, there are things in life that are more important... things like breathing, having babies, being active, living to hopefully meet my grandchildren.
Some people don't seem to think I can do it. And to them I say, thanks a lot. I do need all the support I can get here. Some people also don't think it's a very big deal that I have gotten as far as I have... well, pshaw! To go from nearly a pack a day to nothing, is pretty freaking good people! Although, that being said, I have not at any point in the last 4 days gone anywhere near the pack of cigarettes that Joel still hasn't moved from the coffee table. I left them in his lap after I smoked my last one on Sunday night. I have noticed that somewhere around 8pm every night I get a little twitchy...like I'm going through a little withdrawl spasm...but, other than that, I'm really not even thinking about it.
So, there you go... some of my readers probably didn't even know that I had picked up smoking again, but for a little less than a year, I have been... but not any more. I'm done. That is my new declaration, my new beginning.
Sunday, August 05, 2007
Ow!
I hurt. I hurt a lot. I can't really sit. It hurts!!!
Joel and I went for a bike ride today. Along with the new apartment, I got a lease on a bike as well (the landlady left hers behind, and said I could use it- thanks GG!). Well, Joel's been pumped to ride his bike that his generous folks had sent over for him from Oz. So, first chance we had... we were off on our bikes.
Now, I have to say, today was a redeeming day for Latvia in my mind. There is a bike trail (fairly well maintained) all the way from Riga to Jurmala (the seaside) which I had heard of, but only saw for the first time today. Pretty nice! And the weather today was beautiful!!! Thank you, Mother Nature, for this small gift!
Did I mention that I hadn't been on a bike, like for real on a bike, in probably more than 15 years? Sure there was that one time in China that Eileen and I tried to do the Chinese bike riding thing (her riding, me sitting side-saddle on the back) only to end up wiping out in the middle of a thankfully not so busy bike lane with our stuff all over the road. And there was the one time in college that I rode my bike to campus, only to nearly get killed. Ok, maybe I didn't, but it sure felt like it... enough to make me abandon bike riding!
Anyway, needless to say that my behind is NOT used to sitting on a bike seat.
The way there (20km) wasn't so bad. In fact, the sun was shining, I had energy, and I was fairly impressed with how well I was doing in general so far. The way back was another story. By that point, my butt was sore. My legs were ok...in fact, they still are. But my butt, OW!!!
For the first 18km, we made it with me going pretty slow only because the bumps don't hurt as much when you go slowly over them. By the last 2km, I was standing more than I was sitting. When I got home, I sat down on the couch without thinking, and squealed in pain! We have to go into work tomorrow...but I'm thinking I might have to skip the bike ride for a day. And I might just have to stand in meetings. I'll figure something out.
Point is, my butt is SORE!!!
But, pretty impressive bike ride (40km in one day) for a girl who hasn't ridden a bike since her childhood!
(How you like THAT for a post?)
Joel and I went for a bike ride today. Along with the new apartment, I got a lease on a bike as well (the landlady left hers behind, and said I could use it- thanks GG!). Well, Joel's been pumped to ride his bike that his generous folks had sent over for him from Oz. So, first chance we had... we were off on our bikes.
Now, I have to say, today was a redeeming day for Latvia in my mind. There is a bike trail (fairly well maintained) all the way from Riga to Jurmala (the seaside) which I had heard of, but only saw for the first time today. Pretty nice! And the weather today was beautiful!!! Thank you, Mother Nature, for this small gift!
Did I mention that I hadn't been on a bike, like for real on a bike, in probably more than 15 years? Sure there was that one time in China that Eileen and I tried to do the Chinese bike riding thing (her riding, me sitting side-saddle on the back) only to end up wiping out in the middle of a thankfully not so busy bike lane with our stuff all over the road. And there was the one time in college that I rode my bike to campus, only to nearly get killed. Ok, maybe I didn't, but it sure felt like it... enough to make me abandon bike riding!
Anyway, needless to say that my behind is NOT used to sitting on a bike seat.
The way there (20km) wasn't so bad. In fact, the sun was shining, I had energy, and I was fairly impressed with how well I was doing in general so far. The way back was another story. By that point, my butt was sore. My legs were ok...in fact, they still are. But my butt, OW!!!
For the first 18km, we made it with me going pretty slow only because the bumps don't hurt as much when you go slowly over them. By the last 2km, I was standing more than I was sitting. When I got home, I sat down on the couch without thinking, and squealed in pain! We have to go into work tomorrow...but I'm thinking I might have to skip the bike ride for a day. And I might just have to stand in meetings. I'll figure something out.
Point is, my butt is SORE!!!
But, pretty impressive bike ride (40km in one day) for a girl who hasn't ridden a bike since her childhood!
(How you like THAT for a post?)
Wednesday, August 01, 2007
Back in Riga....
It was a long day of travel... I left the apartment in Madrid at around 9:30 Sunday morning, and did not land in Riga until 11pm that night. Long day. But it was all made worth it by being met at the airport by my wonderful, immensely missed boyfriend who greeted me with a lily because he knows how much I love the scent.
Being back in Riga has been interesting. I haven't been feeling 100%...dragging around, sleeping a lot, tummy issues... not nice. None of it is helped by the fact that Riga is rainy and (relatively) cold at 12 degrees. I'm quite frightened that we will not see any more nice weather before next spring. Please Mother Nature, prove me wrong!!!
Upon my return Joel's brother and wife were in town visiting. It was great to meet another of Joel's brothers (and his wife!). Until now, I had seen pictures of the two that don't live in Latvia, but they weren't all that real to me, since I hadn't met them. It was just plain cool to watch a bigger group of this rather large family together. It was also very cool when one evening after dinner, we women moved into the kitchen to "clean up" (ok, so the dishes got done, but when it comes down to it, we were talk, talk, talking!) and the boys got to have some alone time as well. I have to say, that this is one great family (trying hard not to jump the gun) I've gotten mixed up with! We said our goodbyes to the visiting couple tonight as they jet off very early tomorrow morning.
Tomorrow Joel and I begin the task of cleaning and packing... it's time to move again. On Saturday we will be moving into a new (much larger) apartment, nearer to school. The downside is that it is located the other side of the river, which means the stagger home from the bar on Friday night will no longer be a 5-minute deal, but rather will involve a bus/tram/taxi ride. But, the additional space will really make a (highly positive) difference. I'll send out the new address to those of you who might want it soon.
Since coming back to Riga my mind has been swirling with thousands of thoughts on being here. Even as I was sitting in Copenhagen at the gate listening to all the Latvians and Russians gathering there, I wondered to myself if they were feeling happy to get home, excited to return to the streets of Riga, or whatever small Latvian town they call home. Did they miss the "way things work" here? Did they miss the food? Or was it just their friends and family that they are happy to see again?
When I got through customs to the baggage claim, I was faced with a what looked like the whole flight massed shoulder to shoulder around the baggage belt, so much so that I could not see through them. I stood back, unwilling to be one of them fighting for a spot at the front. And the thought that ran through my head next, "Welcome back to Latvia, the land of the fashion victim." I was looking at disturbingly skinny women dressed in next to nothing (outfits that I would expect only someone who is awaiting her musical cue to hit the pole to wear), and even more normal-bodied women wearing clothes so extremely ill-fitting or just plain unflattering. (As a side note, a few of us discussed this issue of fashion victim one night, and came to the conclusion that the thing that makes it so obnoxious here is that it seems people of all ages get sucked into it... where in other countries it seems that generally, it's teenagers who wear ALL the bad trends, get the bad haircuts, and torture themselves for fashion, here it seems that it's everyone-and of course, when I say everyone, I do not include people I actually know, but rather people I see on the street!)
So first there was the annoyance of how people treat each other here, how they treat strangers, then the fashion and the anorexia... after the airport, it was the weather... ugh, this is summer? I know, from having been here last summer, that this is not normal per se... but, I have to say it sucks either way.
Then, in the next few days, Joel and I engaged in several conversations about money... especially revolving around trips we'd like to take and paying for this whole masters thing (which of course is completely my responsibility, but effects him anyway because it limits me). I'm not one to live with a scarcity conversation about money, in fact, I wholly believe in generosity and that things happen to meet not only my needs, but also my desires. But in this next year, I just don't see it all adding up to make everything we'd like to see happen happen. Which really sucks, because I would really like to make it to Australia, and I would really like to get myself and Joel to my "home" too.
So all of these things which have been right there in my head...not to mention the little things that are always there (the thought of the approaching winter, wondering what to do about wanting to get back into yoga and not having the options I would like, and facing going grocery shopping again with the oh so limited options). Initially, it makes me want to scream at Joel for wanting to stay here at all, when there are so many options available to us out there...options in which many, if not all, of these issues would lessen if not disappear.
But then, there are other things, like Joel's sister in law's (the one who lives here) reaction to the thought of us leaving. And there are Joel's thoughts on it as well. He's happy here, and isn't that what I want for him, to be happy? (Yes, it is, it really, really is.) And what about wanting to raise my future children (at least speaking) Latvian someday...will that happen elsewhere?
In the end, certainly no decisions have been made. And they probably won't be made anytime soon. But the thoughts are there, currently making me wonder how I will make it through the next school year.
So here I am back in Riga... thoughts swirling.
Lest I come across resentful at being here let me add.... I'm not against Latvia. I'm not against living here. I have friends here. I have a job that brings me joy (when we look only at the working with the kids part of it). I love the idea of being in Latvia, the country that my grandparents came from. I think it's really cool that I get to know relatives who previously were just "the ones who lived over there." And even more cool that one of these is now my goddaughter (which surely would not have happened had I not moved here)! I am still delighted at the fact that I live "overseas" with greater access to the rest of the world. I love that I can speak Latvian here, and have people pronouce and spell my name correctly.
And most of all... I am glad that I came here, and that I stayed after that first pretty difficult year, because I did meet Joel. Another thought that rose out of thoughts and conversations over the last few days is if I may be one of those people for whom "home", truly is, "where the heart is." Perhaps this is why Michigan and surrounding areas (where friends and family live) are still very dear to me, and why Shanghai holds a special place in my heart. And why, no matter what else, I will stay here, if Joel wants to stay here. Those who know me well, know that I have always put a great deal of worth on loving. And those who know me well, also know that even when I am happy I let all my other thoughts out as well, all of the ones that question, dislike and search for change. Maybe, quite possibly, I give those thoughts too much voice, more voice, than I give the others.
None the less, happiness dwells quite abundantly inside of me. I enjoy the charms of every day life in Latvia... without them, or the charms of any other place, life would be boring. And if nothing else, the long, cold Latvian winter will be good for staying inside and studying/writing papers this year as I continue to work through my masters!
Being back in Riga has been interesting. I haven't been feeling 100%...dragging around, sleeping a lot, tummy issues... not nice. None of it is helped by the fact that Riga is rainy and (relatively) cold at 12 degrees. I'm quite frightened that we will not see any more nice weather before next spring. Please Mother Nature, prove me wrong!!!
Upon my return Joel's brother and wife were in town visiting. It was great to meet another of Joel's brothers (and his wife!). Until now, I had seen pictures of the two that don't live in Latvia, but they weren't all that real to me, since I hadn't met them. It was just plain cool to watch a bigger group of this rather large family together. It was also very cool when one evening after dinner, we women moved into the kitchen to "clean up" (ok, so the dishes got done, but when it comes down to it, we were talk, talk, talking!) and the boys got to have some alone time as well. I have to say, that this is one great family (trying hard not to jump the gun) I've gotten mixed up with! We said our goodbyes to the visiting couple tonight as they jet off very early tomorrow morning.
Tomorrow Joel and I begin the task of cleaning and packing... it's time to move again. On Saturday we will be moving into a new (much larger) apartment, nearer to school. The downside is that it is located the other side of the river, which means the stagger home from the bar on Friday night will no longer be a 5-minute deal, but rather will involve a bus/tram/taxi ride. But, the additional space will really make a (highly positive) difference. I'll send out the new address to those of you who might want it soon.
Since coming back to Riga my mind has been swirling with thousands of thoughts on being here. Even as I was sitting in Copenhagen at the gate listening to all the Latvians and Russians gathering there, I wondered to myself if they were feeling happy to get home, excited to return to the streets of Riga, or whatever small Latvian town they call home. Did they miss the "way things work" here? Did they miss the food? Or was it just their friends and family that they are happy to see again?
When I got through customs to the baggage claim, I was faced with a what looked like the whole flight massed shoulder to shoulder around the baggage belt, so much so that I could not see through them. I stood back, unwilling to be one of them fighting for a spot at the front. And the thought that ran through my head next, "Welcome back to Latvia, the land of the fashion victim." I was looking at disturbingly skinny women dressed in next to nothing (outfits that I would expect only someone who is awaiting her musical cue to hit the pole to wear), and even more normal-bodied women wearing clothes so extremely ill-fitting or just plain unflattering. (As a side note, a few of us discussed this issue of fashion victim one night, and came to the conclusion that the thing that makes it so obnoxious here is that it seems people of all ages get sucked into it... where in other countries it seems that generally, it's teenagers who wear ALL the bad trends, get the bad haircuts, and torture themselves for fashion, here it seems that it's everyone-and of course, when I say everyone, I do not include people I actually know, but rather people I see on the street!)
So first there was the annoyance of how people treat each other here, how they treat strangers, then the fashion and the anorexia... after the airport, it was the weather... ugh, this is summer? I know, from having been here last summer, that this is not normal per se... but, I have to say it sucks either way.
Then, in the next few days, Joel and I engaged in several conversations about money... especially revolving around trips we'd like to take and paying for this whole masters thing (which of course is completely my responsibility, but effects him anyway because it limits me). I'm not one to live with a scarcity conversation about money, in fact, I wholly believe in generosity and that things happen to meet not only my needs, but also my desires. But in this next year, I just don't see it all adding up to make everything we'd like to see happen happen. Which really sucks, because I would really like to make it to Australia, and I would really like to get myself and Joel to my "home" too.
So all of these things which have been right there in my head...not to mention the little things that are always there (the thought of the approaching winter, wondering what to do about wanting to get back into yoga and not having the options I would like, and facing going grocery shopping again with the oh so limited options). Initially, it makes me want to scream at Joel for wanting to stay here at all, when there are so many options available to us out there...options in which many, if not all, of these issues would lessen if not disappear.
But then, there are other things, like Joel's sister in law's (the one who lives here) reaction to the thought of us leaving. And there are Joel's thoughts on it as well. He's happy here, and isn't that what I want for him, to be happy? (Yes, it is, it really, really is.) And what about wanting to raise my future children (at least speaking) Latvian someday...will that happen elsewhere?
In the end, certainly no decisions have been made. And they probably won't be made anytime soon. But the thoughts are there, currently making me wonder how I will make it through the next school year.
So here I am back in Riga... thoughts swirling.
Lest I come across resentful at being here let me add.... I'm not against Latvia. I'm not against living here. I have friends here. I have a job that brings me joy (when we look only at the working with the kids part of it). I love the idea of being in Latvia, the country that my grandparents came from. I think it's really cool that I get to know relatives who previously were just "the ones who lived over there." And even more cool that one of these is now my goddaughter (which surely would not have happened had I not moved here)! I am still delighted at the fact that I live "overseas" with greater access to the rest of the world. I love that I can speak Latvian here, and have people pronouce and spell my name correctly.
And most of all... I am glad that I came here, and that I stayed after that first pretty difficult year, because I did meet Joel. Another thought that rose out of thoughts and conversations over the last few days is if I may be one of those people for whom "home", truly is, "where the heart is." Perhaps this is why Michigan and surrounding areas (where friends and family live) are still very dear to me, and why Shanghai holds a special place in my heart. And why, no matter what else, I will stay here, if Joel wants to stay here. Those who know me well, know that I have always put a great deal of worth on loving. And those who know me well, also know that even when I am happy I let all my other thoughts out as well, all of the ones that question, dislike and search for change. Maybe, quite possibly, I give those thoughts too much voice, more voice, than I give the others.
None the less, happiness dwells quite abundantly inside of me. I enjoy the charms of every day life in Latvia... without them, or the charms of any other place, life would be boring. And if nothing else, the long, cold Latvian winter will be good for staying inside and studying/writing papers this year as I continue to work through my masters!
Saturday, July 28, 2007
It's all over
Whew. A month has never gone by so fast. I swear. It really feels like just yesterday that I was still waiting for my luggage, or worried about research methods. But then again, there was so much to experience, so much to take in, on each and every day I was here...that looking back on it, this month has also seemed very rich and long.
Last night was a blast. I got all dressed up in a little black dress and red lipstick, and got several people saying they didn't even recognize me! I'm not sure if that is because I was so extraordinarily beautiful or what... but let's guess that is what it was. :)
The graduation ceremony was only about an hour long, and for as small as it was, it was very nice. The graduates were in their caps and gowns, and speeches were made, and diplomas handed out all very official like. It was good. It got me very excited for this next year to go by quickly, so I can be the one wearing the cap and gown! :)
After the ceremony, there were refreshments served in the garden. It was actually really nice, and the booze just kept coming and coming and coming. And then it stopped. So we left! We went to a bar where the music was loud (but mostly pretty good) and the drinks were good. It was really fun to have this night out with almost everybody.... most of them hadn't seen me let go like this, because let's face it, I tend to be a little stress ball when there is a lot to do. My feet hurt today from the dancing and the shoes... but, that is worth it. It was a ton of fun.
We did switch bars at some point...and then next thing it was 4am, a couple other people were fading, and we decided to leave. It was a night well played. :) By the time I got home I was weary, promptly got the hiccups, and fell asleep jerking every few seconds. :)
Today I've already started packing.... my roommates are gone (one left in the middle of the night, and the other this morning) so I'm pretty much on my own today. I think I'm going to go find some other people who don't leave until tomorrow or Sunday and hang out. Oh, and funny this.... I am actually washing clothes to go home. The washer here is big, so I can do two loads (one lights, one darks) instead of 10 like I have to do at home. And, it is so hot here now (it's gotten much hotter in the last few days) that basically things dry in less than a day. So I'm going to come home with a suitcase full of clean clothes! How nice is that? I'd say it's not the norm for sure. :)
OK... I guess that is it for now... I'm going to head out, see if I can find some people, and maybe some cheddar cheese to bring my boyfriend. :) It's what he wants!
Last night was a blast. I got all dressed up in a little black dress and red lipstick, and got several people saying they didn't even recognize me! I'm not sure if that is because I was so extraordinarily beautiful or what... but let's guess that is what it was. :)
The graduation ceremony was only about an hour long, and for as small as it was, it was very nice. The graduates were in their caps and gowns, and speeches were made, and diplomas handed out all very official like. It was good. It got me very excited for this next year to go by quickly, so I can be the one wearing the cap and gown! :)
After the ceremony, there were refreshments served in the garden. It was actually really nice, and the booze just kept coming and coming and coming. And then it stopped. So we left! We went to a bar where the music was loud (but mostly pretty good) and the drinks were good. It was really fun to have this night out with almost everybody.... most of them hadn't seen me let go like this, because let's face it, I tend to be a little stress ball when there is a lot to do. My feet hurt today from the dancing and the shoes... but, that is worth it. It was a ton of fun.
We did switch bars at some point...and then next thing it was 4am, a couple other people were fading, and we decided to leave. It was a night well played. :) By the time I got home I was weary, promptly got the hiccups, and fell asleep jerking every few seconds. :)
Today I've already started packing.... my roommates are gone (one left in the middle of the night, and the other this morning) so I'm pretty much on my own today. I think I'm going to go find some other people who don't leave until tomorrow or Sunday and hang out. Oh, and funny this.... I am actually washing clothes to go home. The washer here is big, so I can do two loads (one lights, one darks) instead of 10 like I have to do at home. And, it is so hot here now (it's gotten much hotter in the last few days) that basically things dry in less than a day. So I'm going to come home with a suitcase full of clean clothes! How nice is that? I'd say it's not the norm for sure. :)
OK... I guess that is it for now... I'm going to head out, see if I can find some people, and maybe some cheddar cheese to bring my boyfriend. :) It's what he wants!
Thursday, July 26, 2007
A sad, sad state of affairs...
So the other morning I'm on my way to school, and I stop in at Starbucks for a morning coffee. I'm cranky, as I have been all week, because this class is just plain pissing me off. But, that is another story... a multitude of other things had already gone wrong that morning... I woke up late (or rather, couldn't pull myself out of bed on time), simply could not pick out what to wear (I'm so sick of the same clothes I have been wearing for the last month!), realized when I had gotten downstairs that I had forgotten something upstairs, and there wasn't time to go back up the 7 flights... it was one of those mornings.
So anyway, I get into Starbucks, and the thought of the caramel macchiato that would soon be filling my mouth with tasty pleasure perked me up just a bit. (Of course then I thought of this class again, the professor specifically, and my mood dropped again...oh wait, that's another story, right...) Anyway, I get my coffee, with my 30 euro cent discount (yay!) and I'm headed out the door...
And then it happens... my flip flop (thong for you Aussies, and SLIPPERS for you from India!) catches on the last step out the door. I stumble, but regain my footing. Then I start walking.... something doesn't feel right here.
I look down to see that my flip flop has come apart... the part of the strap that goes between your toes and down through the sole of the flippy has come out. Well, this has happened before, and because of the durable nature of these shoes, I have been able to push it back through, and continue to wear my favorite pair of summer shoes.
Not this time. :(
I realize with horrified disgust, that this time, the pull was so forceful that part of the sole actually ripped out and is dangling around the strap of the shoe. There is a hole in the sole, just the size of the little part that keeps the strap from coming out, so basically, there is nothing to keep it in anymore.
I try to walk a few steps anyway. Kim, one of my classmates, looks on in sympathetic amusement as my shoe flails and it is apparent that I will not be able to walk like this.
What could I do? I took the darn thing off my foot, and walked the block to school with one bare foot. Of course I'm in a big dusty, dirty city here, so by the time I get to school, my bare foot is now a black-bottomed foot. Ew.
The one good thing this professor did for me this week was offer me some tape about an hour into class (when we had to get up to break into groups and I started grumbling about my shoe again...).
So gosh darnit, I taped up my shoe. I taped it up really well. And I wore it for the rest of the day, my foot sweating profusely against the packaging tape. Ew.
So, here are my shoes now...
the sad pair...
And a close up of the extremely sad flip flop
This is my last homage to them... before they hit the bin. I mean, it's not like I can keep them now. These dear, dear shoes, imported to me in Latvia from America by a caring friend, worn just about 99% of days since summer arrived this year (and maybe last!) are done. They are just plain done. As I said to my roommate who asked me what I was going to do with them, "You wouldn't wear shoes that look like that, would you?" No, you wouldn't. Bye bye flippy flops.
And in other news... while I was taking pictures of my shoes on the balcony, I thought I would take a picture of one of the very cool buildings that is just down the street from me. There is another building just across the street from this one, that leans in towards this one. Kind of freaky!
In good news, I'm done with that paper that I couldn't get out the other night. Which means I'm done with all assignments for this summer's courses. WHOOO HOOO!!!! Tomorrow it'll just be a bit of revision and such in class, and then off to party the night away! :)
(Of course, preserving a slightly mournful state over my dead shoes...)
So anyway, I get into Starbucks, and the thought of the caramel macchiato that would soon be filling my mouth with tasty pleasure perked me up just a bit. (Of course then I thought of this class again, the professor specifically, and my mood dropped again...oh wait, that's another story, right...) Anyway, I get my coffee, with my 30 euro cent discount (yay!) and I'm headed out the door...
And then it happens... my flip flop (thong for you Aussies, and SLIPPERS for you from India!) catches on the last step out the door. I stumble, but regain my footing. Then I start walking.... something doesn't feel right here.
I look down to see that my flip flop has come apart... the part of the strap that goes between your toes and down through the sole of the flippy has come out. Well, this has happened before, and because of the durable nature of these shoes, I have been able to push it back through, and continue to wear my favorite pair of summer shoes.
Not this time. :(
I realize with horrified disgust, that this time, the pull was so forceful that part of the sole actually ripped out and is dangling around the strap of the shoe. There is a hole in the sole, just the size of the little part that keeps the strap from coming out, so basically, there is nothing to keep it in anymore.
I try to walk a few steps anyway. Kim, one of my classmates, looks on in sympathetic amusement as my shoe flails and it is apparent that I will not be able to walk like this.
What could I do? I took the darn thing off my foot, and walked the block to school with one bare foot. Of course I'm in a big dusty, dirty city here, so by the time I get to school, my bare foot is now a black-bottomed foot. Ew.
The one good thing this professor did for me this week was offer me some tape about an hour into class (when we had to get up to break into groups and I started grumbling about my shoe again...).
So gosh darnit, I taped up my shoe. I taped it up really well. And I wore it for the rest of the day, my foot sweating profusely against the packaging tape. Ew.
So, here are my shoes now...
the sad pair...
And a close up of the extremely sad flip flopAnd in other news... while I was taking pictures of my shoes on the balcony, I thought I would take a picture of one of the very cool buildings that is just down the street from me. There is another building just across the street from this one, that leans in towards this one. Kind of freaky!
In good news, I'm done with that paper that I couldn't get out the other night. Which means I'm done with all assignments for this summer's courses. WHOOO HOOO!!!! Tomorrow it'll just be a bit of revision and such in class, and then off to party the night away! :)
(Of course, preserving a slightly mournful state over my dead shoes...)
World Traveler
Look at this cool map... it shows the countries in the world that I have visited... it's 19 by the way, which is 8% of the countries in the world. Pretty cool...but I wanna get that number UP UP UP!!! :)
You can make your own map at World66!
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
the words just won't come out
There is another paper to write.
Ugh.
And the words feel stuck.
I sit and stare, and stare,
and check my email (nothing new).
I just need to get through this last paper.
If the first word flowed, and more followed.
if I got the first one out
so I could figure out which direction I'm headed.
It's been three and a half weeks;
two articles reviews,
one research proposal,
a lesson plan,
four change journals,
and one change project.
My words feel all used up,
and any talent I have for THIS kind of writing.
I'll stop procrastinating now (maybe just check my email one more time),
Please words...come out.
Please, please, first word,
just flow.
Ugh.
And the words feel stuck.
I sit and stare, and stare,
and check my email (nothing new).
I just need to get through this last paper.
If the first word flowed, and more followed.
if I got the first one out
so I could figure out which direction I'm headed.
It's been three and a half weeks;
two articles reviews,
one research proposal,
a lesson plan,
four change journals,
and one change project.
My words feel all used up,
and any talent I have for THIS kind of writing.
I'll stop procrastinating now (maybe just check my email one more time),
Please words...come out.
Please, please, first word,
just flow.
Sunday, July 22, 2007
Before the last week starts...
It's Sunday night... the night before my last class starts for the summer... a perfect time to reflect...
It's funny now, to go back, and revisit how nervous I was a month ago about all of this. Being in Madrid, and going to school every day, feels so normal now! I've figured out the grocery stores, how to get places, some words in Spanish to keep me afloat when service people don't speak English (which, by the was is NOT something I expect, but rather has simply been a nice perk)...I never did eat a roommate, I have not gotten locked out of my apartment or gotten lost. My classes have been intense and challenging, but also, not anything I couldn't handle.
One of my classmates left this weekend. He had taken a course previously that covered the content of the one we're taking this week, so he opted out. It was really sad to say goodbye on Friday... it's hard to believe that this group of people that have been around for nearly every waking moment the last 3 weeks, will soon not be a part of my every day life anymore.
One thing we've all kind of come to agree upon within this masters is that the content of the courses does not stand alone. It wouldn't be half of what it is without the conversation that every working professional in our class brings to it. It's amazing to learn from others in the field. I'm so glad I have gotten, and will again next summer get, face to face time with all these amazing people.
Not to mention that they live in all sorts of wonderful places around the world... I've met a Filipino woman who works in Shanghai (at a different school than I worked at), but we've reminisced about me being there. I met a Lithuanian woman who works in Rome, and we've discovered that we can connect on so many things... we've shared pictures and stories of our travels through each other's countries... and she might even come visit this fall! I've heard lots of details about great schools, with great packages out there... opportunities for the future!
Of course, I'm still nervous about the school year, and having to work full time, and do online courses on top of it...but, I'm sure now, that this was the experience I was meant to have. England might have been easier... but, Madrid was where it was at for me!
So the next week brings the last class which will hopefully be another great learning experience.... and then on Friday, we celebrate the graduates! We will all attend the ceremony, and then party with those who started this program only a year earlier than we did! It's hard to imagine that in a year's time, I'll be accepting the same honor. But, oh what a cool thought!
On Saturday, both of my program roommates will already be leaving to enjoy the rest of their summer, before returning to their working countries to start the school year. I will head back to Riga, back to Joel, on Sunday. I can't say I'm not just a little more than ecstatic at that thought. When I get back, Joel and I will be moving into our new digs, and soon thereafter starting the new school year. Time flies. :)
I hope this last week will be as great as the previous three have been... and just remind me, next time I start flippin out about traveling somewhere to start something new, that I have nothing to worry about. :) I do ok...and not just that, I enjoy it. :)
It's funny now, to go back, and revisit how nervous I was a month ago about all of this. Being in Madrid, and going to school every day, feels so normal now! I've figured out the grocery stores, how to get places, some words in Spanish to keep me afloat when service people don't speak English (which, by the was is NOT something I expect, but rather has simply been a nice perk)...I never did eat a roommate, I have not gotten locked out of my apartment or gotten lost. My classes have been intense and challenging, but also, not anything I couldn't handle.
One of my classmates left this weekend. He had taken a course previously that covered the content of the one we're taking this week, so he opted out. It was really sad to say goodbye on Friday... it's hard to believe that this group of people that have been around for nearly every waking moment the last 3 weeks, will soon not be a part of my every day life anymore.
One thing we've all kind of come to agree upon within this masters is that the content of the courses does not stand alone. It wouldn't be half of what it is without the conversation that every working professional in our class brings to it. It's amazing to learn from others in the field. I'm so glad I have gotten, and will again next summer get, face to face time with all these amazing people.
Not to mention that they live in all sorts of wonderful places around the world... I've met a Filipino woman who works in Shanghai (at a different school than I worked at), but we've reminisced about me being there. I met a Lithuanian woman who works in Rome, and we've discovered that we can connect on so many things... we've shared pictures and stories of our travels through each other's countries... and she might even come visit this fall! I've heard lots of details about great schools, with great packages out there... opportunities for the future!
Of course, I'm still nervous about the school year, and having to work full time, and do online courses on top of it...but, I'm sure now, that this was the experience I was meant to have. England might have been easier... but, Madrid was where it was at for me!
So the next week brings the last class which will hopefully be another great learning experience.... and then on Friday, we celebrate the graduates! We will all attend the ceremony, and then party with those who started this program only a year earlier than we did! It's hard to imagine that in a year's time, I'll be accepting the same honor. But, oh what a cool thought!
On Saturday, both of my program roommates will already be leaving to enjoy the rest of their summer, before returning to their working countries to start the school year. I will head back to Riga, back to Joel, on Sunday. I can't say I'm not just a little more than ecstatic at that thought. When I get back, Joel and I will be moving into our new digs, and soon thereafter starting the new school year. Time flies. :)
I hope this last week will be as great as the previous three have been... and just remind me, next time I start flippin out about traveling somewhere to start something new, that I have nothing to worry about. :) I do ok...and not just that, I enjoy it. :)
Friday, July 20, 2007
Not for nothin...
but I'm bored out of my mind. I really didn't think it was a bad idea to get my paper done last night. I finished everything. So, I get to school this morning, print my papers at our first free time, and hand em in. Now I'm thinking, I'l hang out, particiapte in group discussions and what have you until lunch (remember Friday lunch?) and then go home!
My professor thinks otherwise.
So far today of the 5.5 hours we've been at school, he has given us 5 hours of work time. Seriously. WHY DID I DO ANY WORK LAST NIGHT???
But, of course, he is saving coming back togther for one last group activity until AFTER lunch. Grr. So I have to come back. My dreams of an afternoon nap are crushed.
But, at least it's 1:45 now, and I can head down to the ole' lunch place where they will fill me up with overcooked, not so good veggie food and all that 1 euro a bottle wine I can drink. And then I can endure the last hour or so of class in a nice semi-drunk state.
Off to lunch... see you on the flipside.
My professor thinks otherwise.
So far today of the 5.5 hours we've been at school, he has given us 5 hours of work time. Seriously. WHY DID I DO ANY WORK LAST NIGHT???
But, of course, he is saving coming back togther for one last group activity until AFTER lunch. Grr. So I have to come back. My dreams of an afternoon nap are crushed.
But, at least it's 1:45 now, and I can head down to the ole' lunch place where they will fill me up with overcooked, not so good veggie food and all that 1 euro a bottle wine I can drink. And then I can endure the last hour or so of class in a nice semi-drunk state.
Off to lunch... see you on the flipside.
Monday, July 16, 2007
Ha!
So I just looked at that last blog post... did anyone else notice that in the first paragraph I actually just didn't finish a sentence, and kept going? I was definitely tipsy when I wrote that! Ha!
So... Saturday's trip was very good. First of all, there were no emotional traumas food related or otherwise during the day. The city that we visited, El Escorial, was much more appealing to me... it was bright, and colorful and village-y feeling. I liked it. It was a beautiful day too... no rain or anything like in Segovia, so that helped.
Have you ever had a churro? Well, I have. But only in California... until Saturday! Come to find out that this place where we were is like the birthplace of churros! This fried tube-shaped donut type bread is absolutely delish, especially when dipped in the warm gooey chocolate that they sell on the side! :) The churros I had in California were covered in cinnamon and sugar, and these were not, but I think they had sugar on offer just like the chocolate. Anyway... besides my Starbucks*, it was the first thing I consumed that day, and it was good.
*I just want to say that I am not really a fan of Starbucks. Ok, I love their thermal mugs, because they are cute and practical...however, their coffee, in my opinion is over-roasted and burnt tasting. That is, when you get plain coffee. However, when you order some concoction like the caramel macchiato, it is so full of milk and sugar and caramel, that you can't even taste the coffee, and it becomes heaven on earth with a shot of caffeine. So... there you go... THAT is my excuse for going to Starbucks ever. They are good at the coffee concoctions, and since I can't get that type of stuff in LV, I'm enjoying it while I can... and when I go in with my own mug, which I always do, I get 30 euro cents off my purchase, just for that! It's a deal! :)
Anyway... back to Saturday...
There were two reasons for this trip... the first of which was visiting the still functioning monastery in El Escorial. Monks still live there, but I didn't see any. I'm not sure if they are allowed to be seen or not. Anyway... the place is huge... and it's all dedicated to San Lorenzo (St. Laurence? maybe?).
I gotta tell you... this is one of the places where I have a HUGE disconnect with Christianity. This guy was a martyr. He was grilled to death over a fire... and I say grilled because they literally put him on a grill over a fire. Anyway, I guess he was made a saint due to his martyrdom. So this whole monastery revolves around grills... the physical shape of the building is a grill, there are little miniature grills on the weather veins and fence posts, etc. They are everywhere. But worse than that... the place is just plain chock full of blood and gore paintings depicting his death, Christ's death, etc. Seriously, some of it made my churro want to come back up. I don't know... I just don't get it... like I said, it's a disconnect for me.
Anyway, there were a couple of things that were creepy cool, like that this monastery is where all the kings and queens of Spain from a certain time to present are buried. And of course when I say buried, I actually mean that there is a round room in the basement of the monastery that has walls stacked with coffins. So, like, you walk into this pantheon as it's called, and you just look right at the coffins, they are just right there with the names on em and everything. And more creepy still? There are two empty ones, ready and waiting for the current king and queen. OK, death is a part of life...but I think I like to think of people as returning to the earth from which they came upon death, not sitting in a room in a basement where people can go look at the boxes containing their remains. Oh, AND, this is even more gross... back in the day, there was a room behind the pantheon called the rotting room... and that is where they would put the dead bodies for like 50 years while they decomposed! ugh.... shivers....
Sadly, there was also a pantheon of princes, and then there were 9 more chambers full of all the children of the kings and queens and maybe other royal families (I don't remember exactly). But the last one was just full of babies. And on the audio guide they actually played the sound of babies crying as the intro to this room full of baby coffins. :( Like someone I was with said, you wouldn't want to go through that part of the tour if you were pregnant.
So, the monastery was cool. But towards the end we were getting very hungry, so we sort of rushed through the last rooms, including the basilica. It was impressive... very large... etc, etc... but we were hungry...
So off we went to find lunch... we knew we had little time, and that we had to find food for me! :) Well, we found a place, and although it ended up being super expensive for me, I got some soup, some fried veggies (think thinly sliced veggie tempura... very good!) and a beer. Everyone else got off cheap because they were able to choose the set menu for the day (which included meat). Anyway, I was just happy that the chicken everyone else was eating didn't still have it's head on... so I enjoyed my lunch!
After lunch we walked very, very fast to the bus station where we were supposed to meet everyone to head to the next destination... but of course, we didn't actually know where we were in proximity to the bus station! We stopped and asked directions when we had gone only a bit too far. We were the last ones, everyone was waiting for us... but, we weren't so late that they were mad. :)
The second stop was Franco's tomb overlooking the Valley of the Fallen. I don't know much about this history, but I can tell you from visiting this place that this man was sick, very sick. Thousands of people died building this tomb for him, which is literally carved into a mountain. There is an entire basilica inside the mountain, and on the outside of the mountain directly above where the alter is on the inside stands a cross that is nearly 153 meters tall. That is a football field and a half! Franco purposely built the tomb where he did so that his dead remains would rest physically at a higher elevation than those of the kings and queens buried at the monastery. No ego there.
Interesting facts related to this place... apparently on the day Franco died, the champagne in the whole of Spain sold out within hours of the news... it was a big celebration. Also, our Dean, the ever impressive teller of random facts, told us that there are many Spaniards who still visit this tomb just to spit on it.
At neither place were you allowed to take pictures inside so I have nothing to show (not that I had a camera with anyway!). But I did find a couple pictures on wikipedia, so you can get a basic idea. :) I'll post them at the bottom. Oh, and at the tomb, they took my swiss army knife away from me... but only the big one, not the one that is on my key chain. I don't know if they thought maybe I was planning on spilling my own blood on his tomb or something... I wasn't. I did get the knife back, which I was very happy about!
After the tomb, we went home...
Got home only to find out that our water heater is broken, and no one knows why. I used the no hot water excuse to stay at home ALL Sunday. I didn't leave the house again until this morning. :) But, bad news is, water heater still not fixed, which means another cold shower (and when I say cold I mean like FREEZING!) in the morning. :( If only I was one of those people who didn't need to wash their hair everyday.
Anyway, we're in the third week of class. This week's class seems like it will be more work than last week's class was, but not nearly as bad as research methods (what could ever be as bad as research methods?) Tomorrow night we're planning on going out for Chinese, which I am very excited about. Someone else told me that they went out for Chinese sometime last week, and that there was tofu on the menu. Whoohoo!! :)
Those are my highlights. I keep getting sms's from Joel telling me just how many days until we're together again... last one said it was 13... might be 12 today. :) How cute. It's hard to believe though... I'm so entrenched in what is going on here...it's hard to believe that in two weeks time I will be half a world away from my most of my peers in the program, and back in Riga, and back to TEACHING instead of learning. Although of course, the joke is that I will continue to learn within this program throughout the whole next year, and that is going to be fun... really. Ok, I'm trying to talk myself into it. Whatever...I'll deal with it when I have to!
Ok, I'm officially blabbering... going to go post the pictures now, and sign off! Hope you're still enjoying my stories!
So... Saturday's trip was very good. First of all, there were no emotional traumas food related or otherwise during the day. The city that we visited, El Escorial, was much more appealing to me... it was bright, and colorful and village-y feeling. I liked it. It was a beautiful day too... no rain or anything like in Segovia, so that helped.
Have you ever had a churro? Well, I have. But only in California... until Saturday! Come to find out that this place where we were is like the birthplace of churros! This fried tube-shaped donut type bread is absolutely delish, especially when dipped in the warm gooey chocolate that they sell on the side! :) The churros I had in California were covered in cinnamon and sugar, and these were not, but I think they had sugar on offer just like the chocolate. Anyway... besides my Starbucks*, it was the first thing I consumed that day, and it was good.
*I just want to say that I am not really a fan of Starbucks. Ok, I love their thermal mugs, because they are cute and practical...however, their coffee, in my opinion is over-roasted and burnt tasting. That is, when you get plain coffee. However, when you order some concoction like the caramel macchiato, it is so full of milk and sugar and caramel, that you can't even taste the coffee, and it becomes heaven on earth with a shot of caffeine. So... there you go... THAT is my excuse for going to Starbucks ever. They are good at the coffee concoctions, and since I can't get that type of stuff in LV, I'm enjoying it while I can... and when I go in with my own mug, which I always do, I get 30 euro cents off my purchase, just for that! It's a deal! :)
Anyway... back to Saturday...
There were two reasons for this trip... the first of which was visiting the still functioning monastery in El Escorial. Monks still live there, but I didn't see any. I'm not sure if they are allowed to be seen or not. Anyway... the place is huge... and it's all dedicated to San Lorenzo (St. Laurence? maybe?).
I gotta tell you... this is one of the places where I have a HUGE disconnect with Christianity. This guy was a martyr. He was grilled to death over a fire... and I say grilled because they literally put him on a grill over a fire. Anyway, I guess he was made a saint due to his martyrdom. So this whole monastery revolves around grills... the physical shape of the building is a grill, there are little miniature grills on the weather veins and fence posts, etc. They are everywhere. But worse than that... the place is just plain chock full of blood and gore paintings depicting his death, Christ's death, etc. Seriously, some of it made my churro want to come back up. I don't know... I just don't get it... like I said, it's a disconnect for me.
Anyway, there were a couple of things that were creepy cool, like that this monastery is where all the kings and queens of Spain from a certain time to present are buried. And of course when I say buried, I actually mean that there is a round room in the basement of the monastery that has walls stacked with coffins. So, like, you walk into this pantheon as it's called, and you just look right at the coffins, they are just right there with the names on em and everything. And more creepy still? There are two empty ones, ready and waiting for the current king and queen. OK, death is a part of life...but I think I like to think of people as returning to the earth from which they came upon death, not sitting in a room in a basement where people can go look at the boxes containing their remains. Oh, AND, this is even more gross... back in the day, there was a room behind the pantheon called the rotting room... and that is where they would put the dead bodies for like 50 years while they decomposed! ugh.... shivers....
Sadly, there was also a pantheon of princes, and then there were 9 more chambers full of all the children of the kings and queens and maybe other royal families (I don't remember exactly). But the last one was just full of babies. And on the audio guide they actually played the sound of babies crying as the intro to this room full of baby coffins. :( Like someone I was with said, you wouldn't want to go through that part of the tour if you were pregnant.
So, the monastery was cool. But towards the end we were getting very hungry, so we sort of rushed through the last rooms, including the basilica. It was impressive... very large... etc, etc... but we were hungry...
So off we went to find lunch... we knew we had little time, and that we had to find food for me! :) Well, we found a place, and although it ended up being super expensive for me, I got some soup, some fried veggies (think thinly sliced veggie tempura... very good!) and a beer. Everyone else got off cheap because they were able to choose the set menu for the day (which included meat). Anyway, I was just happy that the chicken everyone else was eating didn't still have it's head on... so I enjoyed my lunch!
After lunch we walked very, very fast to the bus station where we were supposed to meet everyone to head to the next destination... but of course, we didn't actually know where we were in proximity to the bus station! We stopped and asked directions when we had gone only a bit too far. We were the last ones, everyone was waiting for us... but, we weren't so late that they were mad. :)
The second stop was Franco's tomb overlooking the Valley of the Fallen. I don't know much about this history, but I can tell you from visiting this place that this man was sick, very sick. Thousands of people died building this tomb for him, which is literally carved into a mountain. There is an entire basilica inside the mountain, and on the outside of the mountain directly above where the alter is on the inside stands a cross that is nearly 153 meters tall. That is a football field and a half! Franco purposely built the tomb where he did so that his dead remains would rest physically at a higher elevation than those of the kings and queens buried at the monastery. No ego there.
Interesting facts related to this place... apparently on the day Franco died, the champagne in the whole of Spain sold out within hours of the news... it was a big celebration. Also, our Dean, the ever impressive teller of random facts, told us that there are many Spaniards who still visit this tomb just to spit on it.
At neither place were you allowed to take pictures inside so I have nothing to show (not that I had a camera with anyway!). But I did find a couple pictures on wikipedia, so you can get a basic idea. :) I'll post them at the bottom. Oh, and at the tomb, they took my swiss army knife away from me... but only the big one, not the one that is on my key chain. I don't know if they thought maybe I was planning on spilling my own blood on his tomb or something... I wasn't. I did get the knife back, which I was very happy about!
After the tomb, we went home...
Got home only to find out that our water heater is broken, and no one knows why. I used the no hot water excuse to stay at home ALL Sunday. I didn't leave the house again until this morning. :) But, bad news is, water heater still not fixed, which means another cold shower (and when I say cold I mean like FREEZING!) in the morning. :( If only I was one of those people who didn't need to wash their hair everyday.
Anyway, we're in the third week of class. This week's class seems like it will be more work than last week's class was, but not nearly as bad as research methods (what could ever be as bad as research methods?) Tomorrow night we're planning on going out for Chinese, which I am very excited about. Someone else told me that they went out for Chinese sometime last week, and that there was tofu on the menu. Whoohoo!! :)
Those are my highlights. I keep getting sms's from Joel telling me just how many days until we're together again... last one said it was 13... might be 12 today. :) How cute. It's hard to believe though... I'm so entrenched in what is going on here...it's hard to believe that in two weeks time I will be half a world away from my most of my peers in the program, and back in Riga, and back to TEACHING instead of learning. Although of course, the joke is that I will continue to learn within this program throughout the whole next year, and that is going to be fun... really. Ok, I'm trying to talk myself into it. Whatever...I'll deal with it when I have to!
Ok, I'm officially blabbering... going to go post the pictures now, and sign off! Hope you're still enjoying my stories!
The monastery from afar.
The monastery up close.
Franco's tomb from the outside.
Friday, July 13, 2007
Friday Lunch
Ah... so, I'm sitting back in class on Friday afternoon. We're doing presentations today... but I already did mine before lunch. While I had not practiced it last night as was recommended (come on, I'm a public speaker, I don't need to practice! And I was only presenting a lesson plan.)
So, there is a Friday lunch tradition...some hole in the wall restaurant around the corner has agreed to set up a menu for us on Fridays... pick one starter, one main and you get dessert and all the 1 euro per bottle wine you can get. Our table of 6 went through 3 bottles...oh, and one of us wasn't drinking. :) I had gaspacho for the first time, and it was delish! :) And then I had some spanish tortilla (egg with potatoe) and overcooked green beans... they have a special kind of green bean here that is like a foot long and REALLY wide. Anyway, they would be good in general, but they were overcooked.
Anyway... my point is just this... lunch went from 1-2:30...and we were all drinking. :)
So, now, the last few people are presenting their lessons...I'm kind of drunk and posting a blog instead of paying attention. Thank God it's the weekend tomorrow.
Tomorrow we're off on a day trip to Francos tomb....which is apprently really big and chill inducing.
I'll get back to you. :)
So, there is a Friday lunch tradition...some hole in the wall restaurant around the corner has agreed to set up a menu for us on Fridays... pick one starter, one main and you get dessert and all the 1 euro per bottle wine you can get. Our table of 6 went through 3 bottles...oh, and one of us wasn't drinking. :) I had gaspacho for the first time, and it was delish! :) And then I had some spanish tortilla (egg with potatoe) and overcooked green beans... they have a special kind of green bean here that is like a foot long and REALLY wide. Anyway, they would be good in general, but they were overcooked.
Anyway... my point is just this... lunch went from 1-2:30...and we were all drinking. :)
So, now, the last few people are presenting their lessons...I'm kind of drunk and posting a blog instead of paying attention. Thank God it's the weekend tomorrow.
Tomorrow we're off on a day trip to Francos tomb....which is apprently really big and chill inducing.
I'll get back to you. :)
Sunday, July 08, 2007
Day trip to Segovia
So yesterday, Saturday, we went on a day trip to Segovia. Now, I have to admit something up front. How many of you saw the movie The Princess Diaries? Well, if you've seen this movie, you'd know that in the movie, what's her name finds out that she is the Princess of a (made-up, of course) land of Genovia. Well, all week as we heard about this trip, it's all I could think of... that we were going to the mythical land of Genovia/Segovia. Can you blame me? :)
Anyway... following is a short picture log of what we saw and did. (Fellow v*gans who might be reading this, if you are sensitive about pictures of the dead animal nature, stop before the last picture!)
Now, I don't have a picture for this one, but, on the walk between the cathedral and the castle, we passed another church. The Dean, who was sort of playing tour guide just because he'd been there so many times, asked us if we saw anything peculiar about this church. We noted that it didn't seem to have any doors. So we walked a little further down the road, and came to the only outside door the church has. This door was open, and inside you could see a vestibule with another door. The Dean explained that this church is actually a cloistered convent, and that once a young woman or girl enters through the door that we could see inside, she will never come back out. She will never see outside the convent, and nobody, except those inside the convent will ever see her again. YIKES. He also added that of course, some women choose to join this way of life for purely religious reasons. However, some very rich families, who would be able to contribute generously to the convent, have been known to send off their physically or mentally handicapped daughters there, so as to keep them from view for life. Ouch.
This life is so very fully outside of my realm of possibility, that I cannot even imagine it. I can't even seem to choose one COUNTRY to live, much less one building for the rest of my life. I would have to admire women who consciously choose this kind of life.
This is the view from the castle tower out towards the country side. Although not pictured in this photo, the church of Vera Cruz was just outside the city walls in near sight from the castle. The Dean also asked the "Do you notice anything odd?" question about this church. Well yeah, it was circular, or octagonal. It is a church of the Knights Templar. The Dean said that it is a church open to the public, but, as we could see from the castle, there was only one car in the parking lot. Apparently, the place is just plain spooky, you get chills when you enter, and people just avoid it. Based on all that, I thought it would have been very cool to visit it!
Here is a view of the city from the castle tower. Very pretty. That is the same cathedral as pictured before, but from the other side.
Ok now... that is all the sight-seeing pictures I have. After we walked around and saw all of these things it was time for lunch. The Dean had already earlier in the day made a reservation at a pretty expensive restaurant for himself and anyone who was interested in joining him. I hadn't signed up. However, I realized on the way out of the castle, that everyone that I was still with was going to lunch with the Dean. At this point I thought, I can either go with them, or end up alone. I'm not big on alone time, so I decided what the hey, and went with them. I quickly asked the Dean if he thought there might be anything vegetarian for me to eat on the menu, and he very dismissively answered that he didn't know (and obviously didn't care). I had a bad feeling in my gut about this... but I went against it, and went along anyway. Well, we entered the restaurant, and table after table, all I saw was this:
The specialty of this city/region is suckling pig. I tend not to be a very squeamish vegetarian, so I was actually willing to sit and look at the menu, to see if a place that serves this kind of horror, would also serve something without meat. There was one salad for like 12 euros (RIDICULOUS!) that was listed as lettuce, tomato and onion. Yeah, no. I quickly realized that I should have followed my gut instinct and not gone with them, because now I was going to feel even dumber leaving the restaurant. I got up and went, and had tears in my eyes on my way out. I felt bad for the poor little baby pigs who get to live only 21 days so that we can eat them up as such a delicacy. But more so, I was overwhelmed with the feeling of "I don't belong." This is a tough one as a vegetarian, because I know that to some extent it is a choice for me. (One might argue that the health problems that stopped once I stopped eating meat, make my being a vegetarian a necessity, not a choice.) But either way... I have mostly come to accept that being a vegetarian is my choice, and it's minority choice at that. But, I guess, I'm only human just the same...and that feeling of being the only one, the outsider, the one who has to leave, and search for something appropriate to eat is not a nice one. It is very lonely, and it hurts. It had, by some miracle started raining in Segovia (I'm telling you, I've barely seen a cloud since I was in Spain.), but the worst of it had passed. So I set out in the light rain, choking back my tears of not belonging, to find a place that I could sit, or even more hopefully, to run into someone I knew who wasn't eating baby pigs. What a sad sight I was. Thankfully, I was walking for no more than about 5-10 minutes when I ran into two women from my group who I've come to know pretty well, who were also just wandering, and I hooked up with them. We went into a very cute little wine bar, and instead of sampling the local food delicacies, we sampled the local wine. I have to say, it was pretty good! :)
So, all's well that ends well. The trip was good, and now I've seen more of Spain than I thought I would. There is another day trip planned next weekend, which I also plan to attend. I'll tell you about it then.
Now that I have washed my laundry today (yay, clean clothes!) and written this, I really need to get to finishing my reading for the technology class. But, maybe I'll take a shower first... :) I'm procrastinating. :)
P.S. I did not take any of these pictures. They were taken by Cindy, one of my new roommates. She was kind enough to share her pictures with me. Thanks Cindy!
Anyway... following is a short picture log of what we saw and did. (Fellow v*gans who might be reading this, if you are sensitive about pictures of the dead animal nature, stop before the last picture!)
In this first picture you can see the aqueduct that formerly supplied the city with water. I have to admit that I don't really understand how it works, but, it looked cool. I forget what year it was built, but it is certainly old (like it was built BC). And more impressively we were told that is it made of nothing other than stone...no mortar, no nothing. Looking at it up close you could actually see that the stones were just pretty much stacked together... it's amazing that building such a thing is possible.
This is the Cathedral of Segovia. It is massive. I didn't go inside, but sat at a cafe outside it and had a water and a sandwich. The intricacy of the building is amazing. I read on wikipedia.org that it is considered to be Europe's last great Gothic cathedral.
Now, I don't have a picture for this one, but, on the walk between the cathedral and the castle, we passed another church. The Dean, who was sort of playing tour guide just because he'd been there so many times, asked us if we saw anything peculiar about this church. We noted that it didn't seem to have any doors. So we walked a little further down the road, and came to the only outside door the church has. This door was open, and inside you could see a vestibule with another door. The Dean explained that this church is actually a cloistered convent, and that once a young woman or girl enters through the door that we could see inside, she will never come back out. She will never see outside the convent, and nobody, except those inside the convent will ever see her again. YIKES. He also added that of course, some women choose to join this way of life for purely religious reasons. However, some very rich families, who would be able to contribute generously to the convent, have been known to send off their physically or mentally handicapped daughters there, so as to keep them from view for life. Ouch.
This life is so very fully outside of my realm of possibility, that I cannot even imagine it. I can't even seem to choose one COUNTRY to live, much less one building for the rest of my life. I would have to admire women who consciously choose this kind of life.
On to the next picture... the Alcazar of Segovia. This castle has an impressive history (which seems to be the case with most castles). But, in short, it as been a castle, a military school, a prison, a museum, it's been burned down, rebuilt, burned down again, and rebuilt. It is now very nicely restored, and was interesting to look at. Most of the castles I have visited are either French or Latvian, and I have to say that the interior decor of this one was notably different. This area of Spain has a long history involving the Moors, whose religion apparently prohibits the use of images other than geometric designs on anything. So, the castle and other buildings we saw were decorated inside and out with intricate, beautiful geometric designs. It is rumored that this is one of the castles that was inspiration for Walt Disney in designing the Magic Kingdom. I can see the resemblance!
This is the view from the castle tower out towards the country side. Although not pictured in this photo, the church of Vera Cruz was just outside the city walls in near sight from the castle. The Dean also asked the "Do you notice anything odd?" question about this church. Well yeah, it was circular, or octagonal. It is a church of the Knights Templar. The Dean said that it is a church open to the public, but, as we could see from the castle, there was only one car in the parking lot. Apparently, the place is just plain spooky, you get chills when you enter, and people just avoid it. Based on all that, I thought it would have been very cool to visit it!
Here is a view of the city from the castle tower. Very pretty. That is the same cathedral as pictured before, but from the other side.
Ok now... that is all the sight-seeing pictures I have. After we walked around and saw all of these things it was time for lunch. The Dean had already earlier in the day made a reservation at a pretty expensive restaurant for himself and anyone who was interested in joining him. I hadn't signed up. However, I realized on the way out of the castle, that everyone that I was still with was going to lunch with the Dean. At this point I thought, I can either go with them, or end up alone. I'm not big on alone time, so I decided what the hey, and went with them. I quickly asked the Dean if he thought there might be anything vegetarian for me to eat on the menu, and he very dismissively answered that he didn't know (and obviously didn't care). I had a bad feeling in my gut about this... but I went against it, and went along anyway. Well, we entered the restaurant, and table after table, all I saw was this:
The specialty of this city/region is suckling pig. I tend not to be a very squeamish vegetarian, so I was actually willing to sit and look at the menu, to see if a place that serves this kind of horror, would also serve something without meat. There was one salad for like 12 euros (RIDICULOUS!) that was listed as lettuce, tomato and onion. Yeah, no. I quickly realized that I should have followed my gut instinct and not gone with them, because now I was going to feel even dumber leaving the restaurant. I got up and went, and had tears in my eyes on my way out. I felt bad for the poor little baby pigs who get to live only 21 days so that we can eat them up as such a delicacy. But more so, I was overwhelmed with the feeling of "I don't belong." This is a tough one as a vegetarian, because I know that to some extent it is a choice for me. (One might argue that the health problems that stopped once I stopped eating meat, make my being a vegetarian a necessity, not a choice.) But either way... I have mostly come to accept that being a vegetarian is my choice, and it's minority choice at that. But, I guess, I'm only human just the same...and that feeling of being the only one, the outsider, the one who has to leave, and search for something appropriate to eat is not a nice one. It is very lonely, and it hurts. It had, by some miracle started raining in Segovia (I'm telling you, I've barely seen a cloud since I was in Spain.), but the worst of it had passed. So I set out in the light rain, choking back my tears of not belonging, to find a place that I could sit, or even more hopefully, to run into someone I knew who wasn't eating baby pigs. What a sad sight I was. Thankfully, I was walking for no more than about 5-10 minutes when I ran into two women from my group who I've come to know pretty well, who were also just wandering, and I hooked up with them. We went into a very cute little wine bar, and instead of sampling the local food delicacies, we sampled the local wine. I have to say, it was pretty good! :)
So, all's well that ends well. The trip was good, and now I've seen more of Spain than I thought I would. There is another day trip planned next weekend, which I also plan to attend. I'll tell you about it then.
Now that I have washed my laundry today (yay, clean clothes!) and written this, I really need to get to finishing my reading for the technology class. But, maybe I'll take a shower first... :) I'm procrastinating. :)
P.S. I did not take any of these pictures. They were taken by Cindy, one of my new roommates. She was kind enough to share her pictures with me. Thanks Cindy!
Friday, July 06, 2007
End of week one
Well... here I am. It's Friday afternoon. My research proposal is done and handed in. Whew.
This week was intense, very intense. But, everyone says that this course, research methods, is the hardest one of the first summer...and I'm done now. I have not gotten much sleep this week and my eyes are blood shot from staring at the computer, but, it's the weekend now and I'll get a chance to recuperate.
Update on the landlady situation... we had found another apartment, which I think I mentioned before. It was all set up for us to go there. Well, things got a little sticky today because when my landlady found out that we were leaving she didn't want to hand back any of the money that I had mistakenly given to her (instead of paying through the school). From what I understand the housing lady from school got into a huge fight with the landlady, and when she reported back to our Dean (which is just the go between/translator for us) he said that she used words he has never heard coming out of her mouth before. She was pissed! At first, they told me that the landlady refused any refund, and that I had a choice to either stay for the rest of the month, or leave and lose my money, and pay for a new place. Needless to say I was not happy about this.
So I had another conversation with the Dean, and he saw where I was coming from, and in the end, it's all worked out. We'll be moving out of the apartment tonight then. Unfortunately, I will probably have to sleep on a matress on the floor in someone else's room tonight, until my room is ready tomorrow. But as far as I'm concerned, it's better than staying at the Nazi's. Oh and did I mention that the new place is something like six bedrooms, three bathrooms, a kicthen with three refridgerators and a balcony off my room? There will be three of us women from the program living there, along with 4 men who are already there. I don't know who the men are, but, from what I understand they are all non-Spanish as well. And there is NO landlady! :)
There is one small downside to leaving this apartment. The other day when I was just outside the apartment, I looked across the road and thought I saw a health food store. I thought my eyes were deceiving me, so I went across the street to look. Lo and behold, a BEAUTIFUL, WONDERFULLY STOCKED, FULL OF YUMMY FOOD health food store right across the street. I went in last night and bought just a couple of things (including tempeh and seitan, neither of which you can get in Latvia). I was very excited. I even added it to the website happycow.org. So, it's too bad that I'm not going to live right across the street from it, but at the same time, at least now I know where it is, and I can stealthy (so as not to be seen by Crazy herself) go back any time I want. And, in my new place I'll actually be able to cook the yummy things that I can get there! :)
Tomorrow we're going on a field trip to Segovia. I'm not really sure where that is, or what is there... but from the pitch about the trip, I think I remember something about a castle, some of the best food in the world, and utterly delightful. So, it should be good. I'll try to take some pictures with my not so good camera...we'll see how it goes.
Also tomorrow, I just heard that the weather is supposed to turn into real Madrid summer weather. What does that mean? Between 35-45C/85-95F, and sun. Yeah... it'll be hot. But you know me... I love that shit. :) If it's going to be summer, it might as well be SUMMER. :) (Mental note to continue working on Joel about moving someplace warm...)
Sunday I'm just planning on relaxing... very possible that I will choose to sit at some outdoor sidewalk cafe drinking sangria all day. Very possible.
Next week we take on the technology course. I'm not sure how I feel about that yet, but I'll let you know sooner or later how it goes. :)
That's it for now. Just wish me luck that the landlady is not home when we go home to pack up.
Oh, and that landlady? She is blacklisted by our school now. Works for me. :)
This week was intense, very intense. But, everyone says that this course, research methods, is the hardest one of the first summer...and I'm done now. I have not gotten much sleep this week and my eyes are blood shot from staring at the computer, but, it's the weekend now and I'll get a chance to recuperate.
Update on the landlady situation... we had found another apartment, which I think I mentioned before. It was all set up for us to go there. Well, things got a little sticky today because when my landlady found out that we were leaving she didn't want to hand back any of the money that I had mistakenly given to her (instead of paying through the school). From what I understand the housing lady from school got into a huge fight with the landlady, and when she reported back to our Dean (which is just the go between/translator for us) he said that she used words he has never heard coming out of her mouth before. She was pissed! At first, they told me that the landlady refused any refund, and that I had a choice to either stay for the rest of the month, or leave and lose my money, and pay for a new place. Needless to say I was not happy about this.
So I had another conversation with the Dean, and he saw where I was coming from, and in the end, it's all worked out. We'll be moving out of the apartment tonight then. Unfortunately, I will probably have to sleep on a matress on the floor in someone else's room tonight, until my room is ready tomorrow. But as far as I'm concerned, it's better than staying at the Nazi's. Oh and did I mention that the new place is something like six bedrooms, three bathrooms, a kicthen with three refridgerators and a balcony off my room? There will be three of us women from the program living there, along with 4 men who are already there. I don't know who the men are, but, from what I understand they are all non-Spanish as well. And there is NO landlady! :)
There is one small downside to leaving this apartment. The other day when I was just outside the apartment, I looked across the road and thought I saw a health food store. I thought my eyes were deceiving me, so I went across the street to look. Lo and behold, a BEAUTIFUL, WONDERFULLY STOCKED, FULL OF YUMMY FOOD health food store right across the street. I went in last night and bought just a couple of things (including tempeh and seitan, neither of which you can get in Latvia). I was very excited. I even added it to the website happycow.org. So, it's too bad that I'm not going to live right across the street from it, but at the same time, at least now I know where it is, and I can stealthy (so as not to be seen by Crazy herself) go back any time I want. And, in my new place I'll actually be able to cook the yummy things that I can get there! :)
Tomorrow we're going on a field trip to Segovia. I'm not really sure where that is, or what is there... but from the pitch about the trip, I think I remember something about a castle, some of the best food in the world, and utterly delightful. So, it should be good. I'll try to take some pictures with my not so good camera...we'll see how it goes.
Also tomorrow, I just heard that the weather is supposed to turn into real Madrid summer weather. What does that mean? Between 35-45C/85-95F, and sun. Yeah... it'll be hot. But you know me... I love that shit. :) If it's going to be summer, it might as well be SUMMER. :) (Mental note to continue working on Joel about moving someplace warm...)
Sunday I'm just planning on relaxing... very possible that I will choose to sit at some outdoor sidewalk cafe drinking sangria all day. Very possible.
Next week we take on the technology course. I'm not sure how I feel about that yet, but I'll let you know sooner or later how it goes. :)
That's it for now. Just wish me luck that the landlady is not home when we go home to pack up.
Oh, and that landlady? She is blacklisted by our school now. Works for me. :)
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
Things come in threes...
So I have three pieces of news, which I have to keep short, and you'll soon find out why. Two pieces of good news, and one of bad, but three pieces none the less.
Good news first...
1. When I walked out of my classroom today at the morning break, my backpack was just sitting there in the hallway. I screamed. I was so excited. The secretary jumped out of her chair. It was like being reunited with an old friend though... for all the REALLY valuable stuff that was in there (monetarily and need-wise) I was just so happy to see it. Serisously, I realized a little bit later that my heart was actually racing, because somewhere deep down I feared that I would never lay eyes on that bag again. I know, I shouldn't get so worked up...but I was. So now I have all my books, my make-up, my phone charger, hair-dryer, and Vegemite! :) And some other stuff...mostly school related. I am so happy. I feel complete.
2. Brenda went to visit a possible new apartment today, and came back with news that it was completely acceptable. Yay! We're moving by Saturday at the latest. Thank Goddess. I realized last night, when I was getting changed for bed, that landlady had actually been in my room that day, and had moved my stuff. Like, she put a pair of pants that I had neatly draped over my chair in my closet. And she made my bed nicer. I really don't mind having a maid, but, I like a maid who follows my directions, and I didn't give this lady any. I am not down with it. And I am glad I will not have to put up with it much longer.
Now, the bad news...
3. The class I am taking right now is called Research Methods. As you can imagine, we are learning about research, learning how to do effective research, learning to critique other people's research, etc. Well, our last assignment due on Friday is a research proposal which we will carry out during the fall semester of our online classes. I'm guessing the prof forgot to give us the actual information for this assignment, as the only stuff we had about it so far was titled "preliminary information about the research proposal". Well, for the last two days, but especially today, he has been dropping more and more random facts about this assignment that it seemed he expected us to know, but I didn't. So, being the courageous student that I am, I asked him if he could give us a full explanation of what should be included in this proposal. He said he'd have it to us in the morning. So, that is due Friday, and I'll start it tomorrow. But the really bad news? He reckons that we "won't be able to write it in less than 12 pages." Yeah...so, 12 page paper to complete between now and Friday (which really means Thursday night). That is why this has to be short, and I have to continue collecting articles that I can include in the literature review of my proposal. But, the one kind of cool thing, is that he says, if we complete this task up to a certain standard (well, that is the whole research project and paper) he'll do what he can to help us get published. It wouldn't be easy, and I'm not setting that as my goal...but if I happen to be a stellar researcher and research paper writer, then who knows, you might finally see my name in print. :)
Oh, and I have a quiz tomorrow in that class... can you remind me of the APA standard for citing a work in text, how to find the standard deviation of a raw set of scores, and how to diagram a true experimental design (as opposed to quasi-experimental) study?
Can you?
Ok, I'm just kidding... actually... I think I'll ace that quiz! I know all that stuff! :)
Anyway... back to the books...
Good news first...
1. When I walked out of my classroom today at the morning break, my backpack was just sitting there in the hallway. I screamed. I was so excited. The secretary jumped out of her chair. It was like being reunited with an old friend though... for all the REALLY valuable stuff that was in there (monetarily and need-wise) I was just so happy to see it. Serisously, I realized a little bit later that my heart was actually racing, because somewhere deep down I feared that I would never lay eyes on that bag again. I know, I shouldn't get so worked up...but I was. So now I have all my books, my make-up, my phone charger, hair-dryer, and Vegemite! :) And some other stuff...mostly school related. I am so happy. I feel complete.
2. Brenda went to visit a possible new apartment today, and came back with news that it was completely acceptable. Yay! We're moving by Saturday at the latest. Thank Goddess. I realized last night, when I was getting changed for bed, that landlady had actually been in my room that day, and had moved my stuff. Like, she put a pair of pants that I had neatly draped over my chair in my closet. And she made my bed nicer. I really don't mind having a maid, but, I like a maid who follows my directions, and I didn't give this lady any. I am not down with it. And I am glad I will not have to put up with it much longer.
Now, the bad news...
3. The class I am taking right now is called Research Methods. As you can imagine, we are learning about research, learning how to do effective research, learning to critique other people's research, etc. Well, our last assignment due on Friday is a research proposal which we will carry out during the fall semester of our online classes. I'm guessing the prof forgot to give us the actual information for this assignment, as the only stuff we had about it so far was titled "preliminary information about the research proposal". Well, for the last two days, but especially today, he has been dropping more and more random facts about this assignment that it seemed he expected us to know, but I didn't. So, being the courageous student that I am, I asked him if he could give us a full explanation of what should be included in this proposal. He said he'd have it to us in the morning. So, that is due Friday, and I'll start it tomorrow. But the really bad news? He reckons that we "won't be able to write it in less than 12 pages." Yeah...so, 12 page paper to complete between now and Friday (which really means Thursday night). That is why this has to be short, and I have to continue collecting articles that I can include in the literature review of my proposal. But, the one kind of cool thing, is that he says, if we complete this task up to a certain standard (well, that is the whole research project and paper) he'll do what he can to help us get published. It wouldn't be easy, and I'm not setting that as my goal...but if I happen to be a stellar researcher and research paper writer, then who knows, you might finally see my name in print. :)
Oh, and I have a quiz tomorrow in that class... can you remind me of the APA standard for citing a work in text, how to find the standard deviation of a raw set of scores, and how to diagram a true experimental design (as opposed to quasi-experimental) study?
Can you?
Ok, I'm just kidding... actually... I think I'll ace that quiz! I know all that stuff! :)
Anyway... back to the books...
Monday, July 02, 2007
And then there was psycho...
Ok... so my first couple of days in the hotel were, I now realize, bliss. My own room, my own bathroom, my own rules. Ok, I guess I had to follow some common decency rules, but nothing, oh NOTHING, like the rules at my new place. YIKES!!!
I have moved in with psycho landlady. See, Brenda (my roommate from the program) and I thought, according to what we'd been told, that we would be sharing a small apartment, just the two of us. Well, yesterday, I arrived at my apartment to check in, only to meet my landlady, who I realized, was not leaving. She lives here, with us, all the time. And not just that, three other girls (all undergrads studying Spanish) live here as well. And did I mention there is only one bathroom?
When I first arrived, I was met by Ms. M the housing lady from my school. I quickly realized that she spoke very little English. She brought me upstairs, to meet my landlady, who also speaks very minimal English. Ms. M left fairly quickly. I assume she'd been dropping off students such as myself all day, and was glad to be done.
As soon as Ms. M left though, my Spanish lessons started. I didn't sign up for this, but apparently, to live in this apartment, you have to become fluent in the Spanish of rules. I learned in a rather drawn out matter of time, that I am allowed one shower a day, and I must turn off the water while I am soaping up, and only have it on to get wet and rinse. Also I must make sure that the outer shower curtain remains outside the shower, and the inner inside the shower, and that I put the bathmat down while I shower, and replace it on the edge of the tub when I am done. I am to hang my clothes in the waredrobe, or fold them into the dresser, and to put my suitcase on top of the wardrobe when it is empty. I am to put dirty clothes in the bag provided, and landlady will wash them once a week, and no more. I am to close the window at night, but leave it open during the day for air. I am not to make or receive phone calls on the house phone. I am to close my bedroom door when I am home, and leave it open when I am gone. All this I learned in the first half an hour of being in this place.
I quickly unpacked, and got the fuck out of dodge.
I met Brenda when she got home late Sunday night. She was beside herself about this living arrangement. She is a married 37 year old woman, and has no need for a "OCD mom" watching her every step. Oh, and also, while my bedroom is a spacious 15 sq feet, hers is possibly 10. She was livid.
When I asked the landlady if I could have some space in the fridge to put my food, she cleared out exactly (ok, about) 12 inches. Joel can well attest that I need WAY more than 12 inches of space in the damn fridge.
Tonight Brenda and I cooked some pasta for ourselves for dinner. Thankfully, landlady was not home. We were very careful to use only what we needed in the way of dishes, and to completely clean up after ourselves afterwards. Seriously, we washed the dishes, wiped the counters and the stove, and put most things back where we got them.
Then, I went out to work at an outdoor cafe to do some reading, and write another paper. It was delightful. When I got home, landlady attacked. Brenda, bless her soul, seems to already be sleeping, but I'm wondering if she got the same schpiel (sp?) when the landlady got home. It was another full 20 minutes of rules in Spanish. I must use this sponge to wash dishes, and place it back EXACTLY in this spot when I am done. I must wipe the stove with this rag. I must wipe the counters with this one. I must sweep the floor if I use the kitchen. I must put garbage here, and recycling there. Our food must go here and here, and NOT here. When opening the fridge, I must open it using the handle, and not by grabbing the edge of the door. When I close the fridge, I must make sure that I hear the "shut" sound the fridge makes. In the mornings, I am not allowed to use the stove, and can heat up water in the microwave. When using the microwave, I must set it to 2 minutes. If I turn the microwave on, I must let it run for the duration of the time, and should not by any means turn the dial backwards. The dial is ONLY to be turned to the right. If my food or water is overheating, I am to take it out and let the microwave turn off on its own. I am to recycle every single thing that can possibly be recycled, including text books if I decide that I no longer need them. (Ok, this one is not so bad, but I didn't need 5 full minutes on the merits of recycling in Spanish.) If I was at all before, I am no longer comfortable cooking in this woman's kitchen.
When I got back to my room, I realized that I had a bottle and the leftovers of a muffin that needed to be thrown out. I was terrified to walk back into the kitchen, but managed to place everything in the appropriate spot (plastic bottle in the recycling bag, muffin in the garbage). Whew. Then I had to brush my teeth. Eek! I went into the bathroom, turned the water on for exactly 2.2 seconds to wet my toothbrush. I brushed for exactly 2 minutes, and then turned the water on for 20 seconds to rinse. I think she *might* have been standing at the door.
Brenda and I talked to Ms. M today. We want to move, and I don't think you can blame us. This lady has a clean house that is for sure. But we're adults, and we did not sign up for this. It's one thing to rent an apartment, or even a room... it's another to sign up for Spanish apartment-living boot camp.
If you think I am kidding about any of this, you should come visit, and find out for yourself. Oh, except, I am only allowed to have friends over if I first let the landlady know that you are coming, and exactly how long you will be here. I'm sorry, but it will have to be a short visit.
P.S. In other news, the first day of classes was good. I have the hardest class (Research Methods) first, but based on today, I feel much better about it. It will be hard, but actually having some face to face time with the instuctor made a huge difference. For as much as I was not looking forward to being a student again, I am surprised at how much I am enjoying it.
P.P.S. My second bag, the backpack full of books, etc is still MIA. I am borrowing make-up from Brenda, books from several classmates, and one of my other roommate's phone charger. The Dean of the program talked to the airport today on my behalf, gave them his phone number as a contact, and the school's address as a delivery point. I really hope I see this bag in the next few days. If not, I will be more than happy to receive no less than a $400 check from Lufthansa to cover the cost of the books, calculator, tube of Vegemite, make-up, hairdryer, towel and phone charger (not to mention $50 backpack) that is lost.
I have moved in with psycho landlady. See, Brenda (my roommate from the program) and I thought, according to what we'd been told, that we would be sharing a small apartment, just the two of us. Well, yesterday, I arrived at my apartment to check in, only to meet my landlady, who I realized, was not leaving. She lives here, with us, all the time. And not just that, three other girls (all undergrads studying Spanish) live here as well. And did I mention there is only one bathroom?
When I first arrived, I was met by Ms. M the housing lady from my school. I quickly realized that she spoke very little English. She brought me upstairs, to meet my landlady, who also speaks very minimal English. Ms. M left fairly quickly. I assume she'd been dropping off students such as myself all day, and was glad to be done.
As soon as Ms. M left though, my Spanish lessons started. I didn't sign up for this, but apparently, to live in this apartment, you have to become fluent in the Spanish of rules. I learned in a rather drawn out matter of time, that I am allowed one shower a day, and I must turn off the water while I am soaping up, and only have it on to get wet and rinse. Also I must make sure that the outer shower curtain remains outside the shower, and the inner inside the shower, and that I put the bathmat down while I shower, and replace it on the edge of the tub when I am done. I am to hang my clothes in the waredrobe, or fold them into the dresser, and to put my suitcase on top of the wardrobe when it is empty. I am to put dirty clothes in the bag provided, and landlady will wash them once a week, and no more. I am to close the window at night, but leave it open during the day for air. I am not to make or receive phone calls on the house phone. I am to close my bedroom door when I am home, and leave it open when I am gone. All this I learned in the first half an hour of being in this place.
I quickly unpacked, and got the fuck out of dodge.
I met Brenda when she got home late Sunday night. She was beside herself about this living arrangement. She is a married 37 year old woman, and has no need for a "OCD mom" watching her every step. Oh, and also, while my bedroom is a spacious 15 sq feet, hers is possibly 10. She was livid.
When I asked the landlady if I could have some space in the fridge to put my food, she cleared out exactly (ok, about) 12 inches. Joel can well attest that I need WAY more than 12 inches of space in the damn fridge.
Tonight Brenda and I cooked some pasta for ourselves for dinner. Thankfully, landlady was not home. We were very careful to use only what we needed in the way of dishes, and to completely clean up after ourselves afterwards. Seriously, we washed the dishes, wiped the counters and the stove, and put most things back where we got them.
Then, I went out to work at an outdoor cafe to do some reading, and write another paper. It was delightful. When I got home, landlady attacked. Brenda, bless her soul, seems to already be sleeping, but I'm wondering if she got the same schpiel (sp?) when the landlady got home. It was another full 20 minutes of rules in Spanish. I must use this sponge to wash dishes, and place it back EXACTLY in this spot when I am done. I must wipe the stove with this rag. I must wipe the counters with this one. I must sweep the floor if I use the kitchen. I must put garbage here, and recycling there. Our food must go here and here, and NOT here. When opening the fridge, I must open it using the handle, and not by grabbing the edge of the door. When I close the fridge, I must make sure that I hear the "shut" sound the fridge makes. In the mornings, I am not allowed to use the stove, and can heat up water in the microwave. When using the microwave, I must set it to 2 minutes. If I turn the microwave on, I must let it run for the duration of the time, and should not by any means turn the dial backwards. The dial is ONLY to be turned to the right. If my food or water is overheating, I am to take it out and let the microwave turn off on its own. I am to recycle every single thing that can possibly be recycled, including text books if I decide that I no longer need them. (Ok, this one is not so bad, but I didn't need 5 full minutes on the merits of recycling in Spanish.) If I was at all before, I am no longer comfortable cooking in this woman's kitchen.
When I got back to my room, I realized that I had a bottle and the leftovers of a muffin that needed to be thrown out. I was terrified to walk back into the kitchen, but managed to place everything in the appropriate spot (plastic bottle in the recycling bag, muffin in the garbage). Whew. Then I had to brush my teeth. Eek! I went into the bathroom, turned the water on for exactly 2.2 seconds to wet my toothbrush. I brushed for exactly 2 minutes, and then turned the water on for 20 seconds to rinse. I think she *might* have been standing at the door.
Brenda and I talked to Ms. M today. We want to move, and I don't think you can blame us. This lady has a clean house that is for sure. But we're adults, and we did not sign up for this. It's one thing to rent an apartment, or even a room... it's another to sign up for Spanish apartment-living boot camp.
If you think I am kidding about any of this, you should come visit, and find out for yourself. Oh, except, I am only allowed to have friends over if I first let the landlady know that you are coming, and exactly how long you will be here. I'm sorry, but it will have to be a short visit.
P.S. In other news, the first day of classes was good. I have the hardest class (Research Methods) first, but based on today, I feel much better about it. It will be hard, but actually having some face to face time with the instuctor made a huge difference. For as much as I was not looking forward to being a student again, I am surprised at how much I am enjoying it.
P.P.S. My second bag, the backpack full of books, etc is still MIA. I am borrowing make-up from Brenda, books from several classmates, and one of my other roommate's phone charger. The Dean of the program talked to the airport today on my behalf, gave them his phone number as a contact, and the school's address as a delivery point. I really hope I see this bag in the next few days. If not, I will be more than happy to receive no less than a $400 check from Lufthansa to cover the cost of the books, calculator, tube of Vegemite, make-up, hairdryer, towel and phone charger (not to mention $50 backpack) that is lost.
Sunday, July 01, 2007
Ah... much better...
Ok, so this will be short, but, I finally forced myself out of my hotel room yesterday. I asked the guy at the front desk if I could walk to where I was going, he laughed and said, no, I should take the metro. So I bucked up, and even did that. I figured out how to buy a ticket (Joel, it was much easier, and clearer than on the tram in Germany!), and I found my way.
When I got to where I was going, I found an H&M and went in and bought a couple of shirts and a pair of pant, in case my luggage didn't arrive for another day. Then I met up with my group.
They are all awesome. I really had a good time. It was great to actually have someone to talk to, and they just all seem very cool. One guy is British, and one girl is from Cyprus, but everyone else (so far) is American or Canadian. We stayed out eating tapas and drinking the best sangria I've ever had until 1:30. It was fun.
Oh, and good news, when I got back to my hotel room, my suitcase was there waiting for me. My backpack is still missing, and my phone is still dead, so, I don't know what I will do. Figure something out....but at least I have my own shower supplies, and deoderant. It's hot here. I need it! :)
OK...I'm going out to meet some people again now... haven't met my roommate yet, but she should be arriving sometime soon.
When I got to where I was going, I found an H&M and went in and bought a couple of shirts and a pair of pant, in case my luggage didn't arrive for another day. Then I met up with my group.
They are all awesome. I really had a good time. It was great to actually have someone to talk to, and they just all seem very cool. One guy is British, and one girl is from Cyprus, but everyone else (so far) is American or Canadian. We stayed out eating tapas and drinking the best sangria I've ever had until 1:30. It was fun.
Oh, and good news, when I got back to my hotel room, my suitcase was there waiting for me. My backpack is still missing, and my phone is still dead, so, I don't know what I will do. Figure something out....but at least I have my own shower supplies, and deoderant. It's hot here. I need it! :)
OK...I'm going out to meet some people again now... haven't met my roommate yet, but she should be arriving sometime soon.
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Bienvenidos a Madrid!
Yeah... big fat welcome... I'm here, but my luggage isn't!!!
Friday, the day I flew out was going pretty well... I had shit sleep as I always do the night before I am travelling alone. But, I got up, took a long, hot shower, had a cup of tea, and tried to wake up. Got everything packed, even made a last minute trip to the bookstore to pick up a notebook and a folder for school (if I'll need it, who knows!).
Joel was going to escort me to the airport, and thank goodness he did. We took the bus (30 santimes vs the 7Ls cab ride), and really thought we were leaving early enough for the small Riga airport. Well, must be because it was a Friday or something, but the airport was packed!! Air Baltic had a line that wrapped and weaved and surpassed all the other lines.... and they only had 3 windows open!!! HELLOO?????? The KLM counter had three windows open for the ONE FLIGHT they were checking in. Grrr... anyway... after standing in line for about an hour, we get to the counter, and the guy just gets on the phone, won't tell me anything about what is going on, but isn't handing me any boarding passes either. Finally, the guy who was behind us in line (who had already gone to a different window, and was done) said that the flight was overbooked, and he was being bumped. I was hoping that this wouldn't be the case with me, because Munich was not my final desitnation. So, the guy manages to squeeze me onto the flight, putting me in "first class". Mind you, on Air Baltic, first class just means the first rows of the plane... the seats aren't any bigger, and you only get the preferential treatment if you've actually paid for the seat. So I was glad that Joel was with me through all of this, cause he kept his cool, and helped me keep my cool. If he hadn't been there I would have probably already been crying in line. Unfortunatley, because the line took so long, when I was finally checked in, I had to run to security and passport control, and had about two seconds to say goodbye to Joel. One quick kiss later, I was on the plane.
So, I tried to sleep on the plane. There was a kind of crazy Spanish lady (CSL) sitting next to me, and she started freaking out to the stewardess about not being able to make her connection to Madrid, because the flight from Riga to Munich had departed late. I said I was on the same flight. The stewardess took my ticket and went to talk to the captain. The Spanish lady insisted that SHE be allowed to talk to captain, but the stewardess turned her down. Anyway, she finally came back, told us which gate we had to go to, and told us to go straight there on landing, that we would get boarding passes at the gate.
Of course, the flight to Madrid was in a different terminal, from the one we landed in. Of course. So we walked as fast as we could. Got stuck with ornery security people. I abandoned crazy Spanish lady, because her bag got searched, and I wasn't sticking around for it. Finally made it to the right gate, and got on the plane. Breathe.
At this point I realized that I was STARVING. Usually you have some time at some airport to get a bite, a water, ANYTHING. Well, because I had run at the Riga airport and through Munich, I had had nothing more than a piece of toast and a cup of tea to eat that day. I haven't been very hungry lately in general, but, at this point in this particular day, it felt like my stomach was eating itself. I was HUNGRY!!!
Thank the goddess for Lufthansa. They served a proper meal, and it was vegetarian!!! I ate the whole damn thing and didn't leave a crumb. Oh, it felt so good to eat.
So, I thought things would be ok then... but then I got to the baggage claim, and me and crazy Spanish lady end up the last two just sitting there, watching an abandoned sleeping bag go around and around on the belt. Thankfully, CSL ended up being quite helpful, and taking me to the lost baggage people, and telling me what to do. So, I filed the lost baggage papers, and went to find the person who was supposed to be picking me up.
I had all the directions on where to go depending on which terminal I was in, but, then I realized that I didn't know which terminal I was in!! Thankfully, I heard some very obvious American being spoken up ahead, and speeded up to ask some girls if they knew. Turns out I was in terminal 1. And I was right where I was supposed to be to meet the Endicott person. It was a young woman, probably my age. She must have been Spanish, but her English was very good. She was obviously in a big hurry though, maybe she had to meet other arriving students or something, but she basically handed over some maps, and threw me in a cab. She didn't even ask why I didn't have bags. Ah well. Nothing against her, but I didn't feel very taken care of.
The cabbie took me to the hotel though, and I got in fine. I rested for a while....told Joel everything that had happened over text messages...and then finally, when I could no longer play solitaire on the computer or watch Spanish tv or Sky news, I went for a walk. I wasn't hungry, but I wanted some water. Going into the shop, and dealing with the guy, I totally understood everything... he asked how I was, asked if I wanted a cold water (since I had picked up a warm one), and then told me what I owed him, etc. I understood it all... but did I have the vocab to answer him? No. :( I've spent ever since then trying to recall some Spanish that I know, but I keep getting confused...is that French? Was that Italian? Am I making this shit up?
Now, it's Saturday... I'm still waiting for my luggage. And of course, I gave the luggage people my mobile phone number as a contact, and now the battery is dead. So I just called them, and they said to call back around 5 when another flight will come in from Munich, and maybe (but they don't know!) my bags will be on it. MAYBE??? Ah well, I gave them my hotel phone number. Hopefully, I will have clean clothes, soap, make-up, lotion, and did I mention CLEAN CLOTHES soon.
Tonight I'm supposed to be meeting some people from the program for a walking tour through central Madrid...we're supposed to meet at 6:30...I hope that I can call the airport at 5, and figure everything out with them, and then get to the place I'm supposed to meet them by 6:30. Cause, I don't have a phone to call anyone anymore!!! :(
It's 1:30 here now... I've washed myself, and my shirt, so hopefully I won't smell too bad. I'm not hungry, otherwise I would go out and find some food. Maybe it's better this way. Oh yeah, cause I forgot to say that last night when I was just walking around trying to stay very close to the hotel, I got lost anyway. I had to pull out the map, and figure out where I was. I was headed in the right direction, but hadn't gone far enough. Madrid's streets are crazy... they are small, and they go in all directions, I mean, they are not on like a grid at all, so far as I can tell. So anyway... trying to get to the city centre tonight has me freaked out... but I will try.
If this is the last you ever hear from me, know that I was kind of lonely and stinky on my last day. :) Ok, I'm just kidding... but seriously, I'm fine, but I am kind of lonely and stinky. What can you do?
Welcome to Madrid. It can only get better from here on out...
Friday, the day I flew out was going pretty well... I had shit sleep as I always do the night before I am travelling alone. But, I got up, took a long, hot shower, had a cup of tea, and tried to wake up. Got everything packed, even made a last minute trip to the bookstore to pick up a notebook and a folder for school (if I'll need it, who knows!).
Joel was going to escort me to the airport, and thank goodness he did. We took the bus (30 santimes vs the 7Ls cab ride), and really thought we were leaving early enough for the small Riga airport. Well, must be because it was a Friday or something, but the airport was packed!! Air Baltic had a line that wrapped and weaved and surpassed all the other lines.... and they only had 3 windows open!!! HELLOO?????? The KLM counter had three windows open for the ONE FLIGHT they were checking in. Grrr... anyway... after standing in line for about an hour, we get to the counter, and the guy just gets on the phone, won't tell me anything about what is going on, but isn't handing me any boarding passes either. Finally, the guy who was behind us in line (who had already gone to a different window, and was done) said that the flight was overbooked, and he was being bumped. I was hoping that this wouldn't be the case with me, because Munich was not my final desitnation. So, the guy manages to squeeze me onto the flight, putting me in "first class". Mind you, on Air Baltic, first class just means the first rows of the plane... the seats aren't any bigger, and you only get the preferential treatment if you've actually paid for the seat. So I was glad that Joel was with me through all of this, cause he kept his cool, and helped me keep my cool. If he hadn't been there I would have probably already been crying in line. Unfortunatley, because the line took so long, when I was finally checked in, I had to run to security and passport control, and had about two seconds to say goodbye to Joel. One quick kiss later, I was on the plane.
So, I tried to sleep on the plane. There was a kind of crazy Spanish lady (CSL) sitting next to me, and she started freaking out to the stewardess about not being able to make her connection to Madrid, because the flight from Riga to Munich had departed late. I said I was on the same flight. The stewardess took my ticket and went to talk to the captain. The Spanish lady insisted that SHE be allowed to talk to captain, but the stewardess turned her down. Anyway, she finally came back, told us which gate we had to go to, and told us to go straight there on landing, that we would get boarding passes at the gate.
Of course, the flight to Madrid was in a different terminal, from the one we landed in. Of course. So we walked as fast as we could. Got stuck with ornery security people. I abandoned crazy Spanish lady, because her bag got searched, and I wasn't sticking around for it. Finally made it to the right gate, and got on the plane. Breathe.
At this point I realized that I was STARVING. Usually you have some time at some airport to get a bite, a water, ANYTHING. Well, because I had run at the Riga airport and through Munich, I had had nothing more than a piece of toast and a cup of tea to eat that day. I haven't been very hungry lately in general, but, at this point in this particular day, it felt like my stomach was eating itself. I was HUNGRY!!!
Thank the goddess for Lufthansa. They served a proper meal, and it was vegetarian!!! I ate the whole damn thing and didn't leave a crumb. Oh, it felt so good to eat.
So, I thought things would be ok then... but then I got to the baggage claim, and me and crazy Spanish lady end up the last two just sitting there, watching an abandoned sleeping bag go around and around on the belt. Thankfully, CSL ended up being quite helpful, and taking me to the lost baggage people, and telling me what to do. So, I filed the lost baggage papers, and went to find the person who was supposed to be picking me up.
I had all the directions on where to go depending on which terminal I was in, but, then I realized that I didn't know which terminal I was in!! Thankfully, I heard some very obvious American being spoken up ahead, and speeded up to ask some girls if they knew. Turns out I was in terminal 1. And I was right where I was supposed to be to meet the Endicott person. It was a young woman, probably my age. She must have been Spanish, but her English was very good. She was obviously in a big hurry though, maybe she had to meet other arriving students or something, but she basically handed over some maps, and threw me in a cab. She didn't even ask why I didn't have bags. Ah well. Nothing against her, but I didn't feel very taken care of.
The cabbie took me to the hotel though, and I got in fine. I rested for a while....told Joel everything that had happened over text messages...and then finally, when I could no longer play solitaire on the computer or watch Spanish tv or Sky news, I went for a walk. I wasn't hungry, but I wanted some water. Going into the shop, and dealing with the guy, I totally understood everything... he asked how I was, asked if I wanted a cold water (since I had picked up a warm one), and then told me what I owed him, etc. I understood it all... but did I have the vocab to answer him? No. :( I've spent ever since then trying to recall some Spanish that I know, but I keep getting confused...is that French? Was that Italian? Am I making this shit up?
Now, it's Saturday... I'm still waiting for my luggage. And of course, I gave the luggage people my mobile phone number as a contact, and now the battery is dead. So I just called them, and they said to call back around 5 when another flight will come in from Munich, and maybe (but they don't know!) my bags will be on it. MAYBE??? Ah well, I gave them my hotel phone number. Hopefully, I will have clean clothes, soap, make-up, lotion, and did I mention CLEAN CLOTHES soon.
Tonight I'm supposed to be meeting some people from the program for a walking tour through central Madrid...we're supposed to meet at 6:30...I hope that I can call the airport at 5, and figure everything out with them, and then get to the place I'm supposed to meet them by 6:30. Cause, I don't have a phone to call anyone anymore!!! :(
It's 1:30 here now... I've washed myself, and my shirt, so hopefully I won't smell too bad. I'm not hungry, otherwise I would go out and find some food. Maybe it's better this way. Oh yeah, cause I forgot to say that last night when I was just walking around trying to stay very close to the hotel, I got lost anyway. I had to pull out the map, and figure out where I was. I was headed in the right direction, but hadn't gone far enough. Madrid's streets are crazy... they are small, and they go in all directions, I mean, they are not on like a grid at all, so far as I can tell. So anyway... trying to get to the city centre tonight has me freaked out... but I will try.
If this is the last you ever hear from me, know that I was kind of lonely and stinky on my last day. :) Ok, I'm just kidding... but seriously, I'm fine, but I am kind of lonely and stinky. What can you do?
Welcome to Madrid. It can only get better from here on out...
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