Wednesday, September 28, 2011

All's Fair In Love and War...

And Granada is certainly a city that has seen both.  My last post was before my first week of classes, and as I'm writing this, I am almost done with my second, and with exactly 12 more weeks to spend here before I come home. 12 weeks that I intend to spend as a human sponge, soaking up every bit that I can learn from this place, and enjoying the beauty that surrounds me.

Not everything here is beautiful though. I learned that I will never, ever go to a bull fight again.  I lasted 40 min. of a 3 hour show, and left because I thought I was going to vomit.  I can appreciate the art at the beginning, the costumes, the way the matadors move the flags to manipulate the bulls, but after the first poor guy had 4 pins and a sword in him, I decided I'd seen enough. I do have some pretty pictures from the beginning though!




Poor guy.

As I'm sure many of you are already aware, this week has been full of changes for me as well.  For about 24-48 hours, I was very out of sorts. Crying, and carrying on about the meaning of life, love, happiness and all the rest.  I am terribly grateful to the people who listened to me cry, and helped me to realize that, even though I am far away, and have been feeling a great loss, I am not alone.

On Sunday night, deciding I needed some fresh air, I went on a little adventure, as I'm fond of doing.  High on a hill above the city, there are fields close to the Sacromonte Abbey, founded in 1600. Below, the view when I got there, around 7, and just before I climbed back down at 9:30.  The night was beautiful, no clouds, no moon, bright stars.  My camera doesn't do the views justice at all.  This was definitely the most romantic place I've ever been.  And although I didn't have anyone beside me to share it with, it reminded me why I've always  believed in love, and in people.  I am happy to say that as I write this, I have never been a part of a relationship I've regretted, because everyone I've loved and who has loved me has showed me something new, something valuable that I can take with me, and for that, I am better.



Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.
— Mark Twain

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Cabo De Gata, Ronda, and Seville.

Alright, so in the time between my last post and now, I got to see a little bit more of Spain.  The first trip our program went on was to the Costa del Sol, to a string of beaches called Cabo de Gata.  We hiked for 2 hours into the first beach, took a swim break, and hiked another hour or so to the next one, then another 2 hours out. Needless to say, it was hot.  The beaches were very pretty there and because they were hard to get too, relatively empty.  The Spaniards that were there however strutted their stuff sin bikinis or swim trunks, I can only assume to have less between themselves and the beauty of the beaches. Pictures? Of the beaches...



I know it's hard to tell, but across all that water, is Africa. I was walking with the director of my program and he said that he has seen boats land on this beach because it is not very populated and not well patrolled.  As I understood it, which could be wrong because my spanish is not really at a level to discus politics, he said that once people make it on land in Spain, they can't be sent back without a passport, so everyone just understands this and is okay with it, "No pasa nada," which is said like "No big deal" but used for everything, as I have yet to find something that is a big deal here.  Everyone is very, very relaxed.  Which is great until I have to go to the bank or the post office, I've been hearing some horror stories.

Next trip: Ronda and Seville

We stopped at Ronda on our way to Seville for a quick tour and to eat our lunches.  My tour guide will also be my art history professor, and she knew everything about anything I asked about.  Ronda is a small city way up on a hill, with houses that hang off cliffs and mountain views from anywhere in town.  It is also a city with a literary history, as For Whom the Bell Tolls was based events in Ronda.  Quick run down of the sights included the Plaza de Toros, the bullfighting arena, banos arabes from the 13th and 14th century, and Ronda's  gorge.



The door in the very middle was apparently used as a jail during the Spanish Civil War, and prisoners were told that if they jumped and survived the fall, they would be let free.  Not sure I'd take my chances.

Andd Seville, we arrived and had some down time to explore before we went to see a flamenco show, which was really good.  Seville is big, and seemed to be much less Spanish than Granada, there was more English, more Americans, bigger streets, and more traffic.  We stayed the night in a very nice hotel, and the next day again toured with my Art History professor.  We toured the palace Alcazar, and the cities Cathedral, which is the largest Gothic cathedral in the world and the third largest cathedral period.  Trying to explain everything I learned about these sights seems like a terribly large job, so i'll summarize, and then explain my favorite/the most interesting things i learned.

So the Alcazar is built in a Moorish style and was later renovated by the Christian monarchs after they captured Seville in the reconquistadores to create some funky looking architecture and some humorous combinations.


This is the oldest part of the palace called the Patio de Yeso, used by Moorish governors.  The outside of many of these buildings was simple, but the detailing inside was incredibly intricate.


Another part of the palace.  Funny part about the Arabic running along the bottom is that it is nonsense, a lot of the characters are perhaps not even letters.  Apparently, it was too much work to actually have someone figure out what it should say, so they just assumed most people couldn't read anyway and it wasn't important if it actually said anything.


An example of strange architecture, the first floor was build by the Muslim rulers in their style, and the second floor was added by the Catholic kings and is done in an Italian style, popular at the time it was built.


My favorite story:  The column with the banner shown here was a Spanish symbol of pride that they had discovered the new world, it has some latin phrase amounting to "much beyond".  Anyway, the interesting part is that this symbol was on Spanish coins used in colonial America.  When people tired to make counterfeit coins, they didn't do it exactly right and the symbol changed and eventually gave us the american dollar sign.
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Pretty neat.


Moved in with the catholics.


I really like this tapestry because it's "upside down."  This is an account of navel battles fought by Charles V, and at the top is Africa, to the right is Spain.

Andd the Cathedral.  It was very big, and following suit was built on the foundation of the Friday mosque that was there when the city fell.  What is now the bell tower was originally a minaret, built in 1198. Wow, so old. We walked to the top, which wasn't too bad because there is a ramp to the top so that when it was built, horses could be used to take materials up to the workers.

Bell Tower


View from the top.


Patio de Los Naranjos


Bells, our guide told us that while all this mosques becoming churches, churches becoming mosques stuff was going on, it was common for Muslims who took a church to use the bells as lamps in the mosque, and conversely when the Christians took a mosque, they would melt down the lamps to make bells.  Apparently at a mosque we might see in Morocco, they still have bell lamps.  Only think I can think is that I wouldn't have wanted to be the one moving these things around. They're huge. And loud, one rang while we were up there. Scared me half to death.


Gold. Lot's of it.


The disputed Sepulcro de Cristobal Colon, or the tomb of Christopher Columbus, who's remians may have been brought from Cuba in 1898.  Two other places in the world have tombs for him too and no one really knows which if any of them are legitimate.  However we were advised that the people of Seville take this claim very seriously and we shouldn't talk about those other tombs. Haha.

I'm back in Granada now and tomorrow is the first day of classes.  I'm excited to start learning more about the city and practicing my Spanish.  However, I did find one new way to practice.


I mean, this is how I learned English right?  Starting with Aladdin, obviously.  Adios, I need to read my children's books.

PS- Almost forgot, those pictures scrolling up top are now mine, so if this isn't enough stalking of my life (mom)  feel free to click on it and you can see a slideshow. :)

Friday, September 9, 2011

Observation numero uno.

Well, I made it to Granada, and today I finished my third day of orientation.  I'm living with an older woman named Amparo, and her adorable German shepard. I have my own room, which has a window to the inside of the house.  Granada so far has been different in some ways, but the city doesn't feel for "foreign" as I expected.  Everyone I've talked to has been nice, and it is very beautiful here.  One of the biggest difference I've found is that Spain, and I'd assume this is true to a degree in the rest of Europe as well, has so much history that it is barely noticed, and not "protected" in the way it would be in the US.  For example, my classroom is a room in a museum, and on the table are two huge books from the 15th century.  No covers, no glass.  My teacher was leaning on one of them for a while today.  In America, you'd have to use gloves to turn the pages and have a permission to even look at them.

I've been slowly exploring the city as well. It's big, but small enough that you can walk almost everywhere.  On tuesday, I went with some girls to a park and gardens called "Carmen de los Martires" that sits up on a hill.  The view was nice, however the day was a bit hazy.


This brings me to the next thing that is different in Spain.  I could have fallen right off this and nobody would have thought it was anyone's fault but mine.  There are no guard rails, no signs warning you of danger, and nothing in your way of taking pictures.

A few more:





The last is my favorite.  Tomorrow we're taking a trip to the beach and going on a hike.  Anyway, I'm not sure how you're supposed to stop a blog so I guess I'll just stop.

-Dani

Saturday, September 3, 2011

Cause I'm leavin', on a jet plane...

But I know when I'll be back again. December 21st, 2011.  That gives me roughly three and a half months to explore, learn, and hopefully grow while I study abroad.  In the grand scheme of things, this semester will be just a blink of an eye.  So I decided to keep a blog for two reasons: 1. I'll have a record of my adventures, and everyone who knows me knows I love adventures. and 2.  I'll hopefully be able to use this to keep everyone updated!  What I've learned so far?  It appears to be possible to pack for several months in one, hopefully not too heavy, suitcase.

True, I pretty regularly under-pack, but as my mother keeps saying, I think more to comfort herself than me, "Spain is not a third world country, you can find what you need."

Tomorrow, I'll be flying for about fifteen hours before finally landing in Malaga, Spain for a day of orientation where I'll meet the other people in my program.  The next day, I'll be on a bus to Granada where I'll be staying with a host family for the remainder of the semester.  Hopefully, they'll be super understanding and speak to me slowly.  I watched Shrek in espanol the other day, and let's just say it didn't go so well.  Don't worry, I've practiced my essentials: "No le entendi. Puede repetirlo por favor?" and "Lo siento, no sé."

I'm excited, but at the same time, sad, to be leaving.  I didn't anticipate how hard it would be to leave Chapel Hill, and my now possibly haunted house, housemates, and friends.  And while I'm used to being out of Ohio for most of the year, I'm already missing Akita and the people there, and my friends from Columbus. So to all of you: I'll miss you, and watch out, I'll be legal when I get back. :)

The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only a page. -St.Augustine

Love,

Dani

PS- The picture slideshow on the sidebar will be my pictures after I take some, but for now it's flicker pictures tagged "Granada." Adios!