Destination: Morocco

This spring break FINALLY my dream of returning to Morocco came true. Last year I travelled to Tangiers, the northenmost city of Morocco and its city closest to Spain and the European mainland, getting only a glimpse of the marvelousness that is Moroccan culture. Since then I have been dreaming and planning and wondering how to return...but this time to the city of Fez. The medieval city that boasts the best preserved medina (meaning:city) in all of the arab world as well as one of the world's largerst vehicle-free urban areas.

Many people (most of whom have never been to Morocco) warn that one should never travel alone there- especially women. Because of this I thought I wasn't going to be able to go; I couldn't find anyone that could commit to the trip, most people lacking interest and those that wanted to had other spring break obligations here in Spain. So at the beginning of January I thought for sure I wasn't going to be able to go, that I would return to the US without having been able to take the one trip that I had really dreamed of taking. Thankfully, after talking to Adela, a teacher from my school last year who has been to Morocco many times and is certain that with common sense a woman can travel safely and confidently in Morocco, I was convinced that I would rather take the 'risk' of travelling sola than lose the opportunity altogether. In the end, a week before leaving, one of my Spanish roommates, Miguel, decided to come with me. I was happy to have the company since I was nervous thinking about navigating the medieval streets alone and I think that having a travel partner allowed me to see more hidden corners of the medina than I would have seen had I been alone.

I hope you enjoy the pictures that I have posted and that through them you can get a glimpse of what Fez is like. There are many more pictures I would have loved to post here, but I think this is a good start.

Here is the lobby and entrance to our hotel. We were in the Ville Nouvelle, the french-created, new section of Fez that gives you a brief escape from the chaos of the medina.


Day 1: The Moroccans could tell we were novices in the art of bargaining and used it to their advantage (for which I don't blame them). The minute we entered the zone around the entrance to the medina friendly shopkeepers and shopkeeper's friends begain offering us goodies: homemade sweets, bread, fruit, clothes, sunglasses, etc. We let one man take us to a restaurant (a literal hole in the wall), which wasn't even his, sit us down, and serve us several plates of whatever we pointed to. This is the picture of the kitchen/dining room/entire restaurant. Missing from the picture is the communal tin drinking cup that is used by all clients that come to eat. Funny thing is we didn't even care that it looked like this because 1)we were hungry, 2)the food was good, and 3)we were making friends with the locals.




Fez is known in all of Morocco for its high quality leather goods- purses, babuchas (slippers that men and women wear in the street and can be taken off easily when they enter the mosque to pray), jackets, wallets, etc. Here are the pits of a leather cooperative where the hides are died by hand in large vats of chemicals. The colors when we went seem to be white and black, but there are photos online and in guide books of the same pits filled with brightly colored dies.


This is a picture of the hides drying above the leather dying pits below. Impressive sight and smell: among other things, they use urine to cure the hide.


After visiting a fabric cooperative, where all fabrics are made on old looms worked by hand, we were taught how to tie a head wrap. The scarf I have isn't from the cooperative, rather it is a hard-earned good that I bargained for at about 5 or 6 different shops.


It took us 3 days to find the synagogue in the old Jewish Quarters of Fez and in the end we were successful only through the help of friendly neighbors. This picture was taken on the terrace of the synagogue. The children below were trying to call what I first thought was a cat and later realized was a pigeon down from the roof of the house next door. To do this they grab another pigeon like a football and toss it up in the air to catch the attention of the one on the roof. Our theory is that they were throwing the female to get the attention of the male but due to the huge language barrier we couldn't ask. In the picture I am asking the kids how old they are through the help of the 'Useful Phrases in Arabic' section of the guidebook. In the end, gestures and pointing was the most effective way of communicating but beyond names and ages it was difficult for us to converse.


Meat market. The big sausage-like rolls on the right are baked cow pancreases stuffed with ground camel meat, hard boiled egg, olives and spices. The meat man cuts a thick slice for you and cooks it on the skillet he has going right in front of the stand. After slicing it apart a bit on the skillet he puts it in a pita shaped bread, pours a spicy red sauce over the top, and wraps it in a napkin. Delicious! Perhaps the best meal we had.


In Morocco it is typical to see men lining the chair filled sidewalks, facing the street, relaxing and drinking tea. On the other hand, it is very infrequent that you see women partaking in this cafe culture, neither with men nor with other women. As we were eating our camel sandwiches, one by one women began sitting down across the street in front of us...perhaps this is their alternative to the cafe?

The Fallas!

In mid-March the Spanish city of Valencia, south of Barcelona on the Mediterranean, celebrates the coming of spring with The Fallas: a festival announcing the coming of Spring with fire, firecrackers, and gun powder.

Highlights:
The massive virgen, protector of the city, and her dress of carnations.
The daily 2pm firecracker noise 'show' that lasts 5-10 minutes. Each day a different group of people set up the firecrackers to have different rhythms and booms, echoes and whistles, hoping to win the prize for best firecracker display and converting the Main Square into a smoky maze of people. (The picture was taken on a partly-sunny day!)
The huge satirical works of art that paid groups of artists work on throughout the entire year.
The last day of the fallas, the 19th of March (Day of Saint Joseph, a carpenter) when all the work that went into creating the massive wooden figures (caricaturing events and people and general society), literally go up in flames and are burned to ashes to mark a literal and figurative new beginning.
Best of all was seeing Emily, who I had not seen since December, and being together again to celebrate, for a second time in a row, the coming of Spring and making a new-beginning wish upon the golden flames.

Volunteer Conference

Late in February I went with other volunteers from the organization where I was giving English classes (Asociacion Pro-Inmigrantes de Cordoba)to a conference for volunteers throughout Andalucia about Multicultural Integration Methods. The make-up of the conference was really interesting as many of us were from other countries (most with Spanish citizenship all currently living in Spain)- there was a Berber woman from Morocco, a man from Senagal who had lived 8 years in Italy and 2 in Spain, an English/Iranian woman, and the professor, a woman from Tunisia, who later studied in Morocco, moved to France and then to Spain where she has lived the past 20 years. It was such a diverse cultural mix that it was impossible not to be enthralled in the conversations and histories that we shared throughout the weekend.

Another plus was staying in this stunning 18th century Seminary on the outskirts of Malaga : )


Also at the conference I met and was roommate with a Spanish/Swiss girl named Emilie who has become one of my closest friends in Cordoba. Don't know what I would do without her! So even though I was nervous and at first questioned why I signed myself up, I am happy to have had the experience, I learned a lot about multiculturalism, and I proudly made it through my first weekend conference getaway in Spanish!

the rain in spain

There is a saying here in Spain that goes, "The rains in Spain fall only in the plains." I don't know where the saying comes from...but apparently Cordoba is a huge plain (which it actually isn't) because it has rained here ALL winter. (This is the excuse I will use to explain why I haven't updated this is so long...)

River and the Mezquita.
The pictures are of the River Guadalquivir that runs through the southern part of Cordoba all the way to Sevilla and the Atlantic Ocean. This year saw record rainfall and the river reached record heights, flooding many small towns and villages and ruining hundreds of homes along the way.

Sitting on the south side of the river with the Roman Bridge on the left.

When I got to Cordoba in October you could see the river bottom and the only water running through were a few small streams that gurgled along. As you will see in these pictures the river has grown tremendously and now the parks and walkways that bordered the river are flooded. Now the brown water rushes through with a furious current trying to get all the water under the old Roman Bridge and head down stream.

Old flour mill in the river. You can see that by the time I went to the river the water level had already dropped a few feet.

And then there were two…

So, starting at the beginning... changes in my apartment began to take place about two weeks ago when my roommate Miguel fell playing basketball. He was training for our roommate vs. roommate basketball challenge and fell chipping a bone in his elbow. He went that night to the hospital for surgery, stayed there three days, and then left with his parents to his hometown Murcia on the Mediterranean.

About three days later, on Thursday, my two girl roommates Pilar and Carmen told me they were going to move out…that coming weekend. The two unofficial roommates that had been living at my house had taken, right from under my nose, these girls to live with them in another apartment in Cordoba! Of couse they took all the good stuff from the apartment, the best pans, knives, and mugs from the kitchen, as well as the tv in the living room, but weren’t able to clear out their rooms until yesterday. In the mean time, the landlady has been hysteric about renting out the other rooms and finding new roommates to replace the others. On Sunday I got a call from Miguel letting me know that a friend of his happened to be looking for a place and wanted to move in. He came by the apartment on Monday, had a look, decided he wanted to stay and told the girls he would move in the next day. I wasn’t home when he visited so I still had never the person that was soon to be my one and only housemate (until Miguel returns in two weeks). He didn’t in fact move in on Tuesday, but on Wednesday as I was showering I heard some people enter the apartment. I thought it was the girls coming to get the rest of their stuff. But of course it wasn’t them. It was the newbie, Ivan, and his friend. Awesome.
After two days of living together I have the impression that we will be fine roommates, (he washes his dishes right after eating and has even washed my dishes two times! and today he invited me to join a baked chicken and potato lunch with him and his friends) but I am still wishing for Miguel to return so I wouldn’t feel like such a stranger in my own house.

But now, for the best part of the story...I get to move too! I am going all the way across the hall to Carmen’s old room, complete with a terrace that has a table and chair set and view of the plaza! A few days ago I started sweeping, mopping and rearranging, and just this morning I finished moving all my things over there. I am excited to finally have some real sunshine in my room, not the diluted stuff that comes down through the patio airshaft.


***My new room.

Saturday I will have some girls over for dinner and we will open the bottle of champagne that was gifted me by a student on the last day of my volunteer English class. So cheers to unexpected, but in the end, good changes, to new roommates, and to the speedy recovery and return of Miguel!!


***My terrace and the view below.

are you serious?!?!

As a Wisconsin girl I have, like most Wisconsinites, a love/hate relationship with the hard, cold, long winters that we willingly tolerate. We don't know what we would do without winter, sometimes we even think we love it, but in the end when it stays around for too long we just get so tired of it and wish it gone. Many of us often think that even though we wouldn't want to live elsewhere, that maybe it would be pleasant to have a break from the bitter cold wind, the piles of snow, the ice, the terrible driving conditions, etc., etc., at least for just one week, or one month, or one whole winter season (in my case 2) and we look for someplace to migrate.

One might think of Andalucia, Spain as the perfect place to go for a milder, shorter, more tolerable (although less endearing) winter. And usually this is true...but of course not last year when it rained almost every day (although temps were relatively high) and surely not this year...when it actually snowed!

Snow in Cordoba is incredibly rare. The last time any flakes fell around here was at least 5 or 6 years ago and none of it lasted an hour. Before that it had been 50 years ago that the Cordobeses saw a real (for Andalusian standards) snowfall. But as you will see from the following picture I was 'lucky' enough to be here for a true snow storm. When my roommates got home they all said that the minute they saw the snow they thought of me and how happy I must be to see it. Just like my home in Wisconsin they said. Yeah, I said, this is great. Here I am in Andalusia, known for its unrelenting sunshine and high temperatures, and its snowing. Awesome.

View from the living room window of my apartment- beautiful the snow on the orange trees.

Although later it was worth it when we all went to a movie and while we waited for it to start had a snowball fight in the theater parking lot. Hilarious watching people who have never made snowballs try to throw them. Overall a very memorable experience and soon enough the spring will be here bringing with it the sunshine that I love.

the post office

One of the most common questions that I get, from both Spanairds and Americans alike, is, "Are there big cultural difference between Spain and the US?" I always immediately say yes, but then find it hard to back that up with real examples that support this idea in an anecdotal way. So even though this happened in mid-december I have to share the experience because it is very indicative of cultural differences between the US and Spain.

I went to the post office around 1:30pm with one of my roommates to send a few holidays packages. I got my number and waited in the 20+ person line that I will admit, went relatively fast. Once I got to the window and handed over the boxes the friendly Spanish postal worker smiled when my roommate told him the packages were going right next door...one to Thailand and the other to the US. He thought this was amusing and began asking me questions about where I am from and why I am here in Spain. Slowly he gets to weighing the packages and telling me the different options that I have...although he does not know the expected arrival times for express, regular, air mail, nor shipping, and can not answer any of the other questions I ask, we finally decide on a method and he tells me the price. 33 Euro and 27 Euro or so. He then proceeds to take out hundreds of stamps to wet and put on the front of the packages. We ask whether or not they have the capability to just print out a little sticker with a bar code saying the price, and he says yes but that he prefers to use the stamps. Gives it a more personal feel.

This whole the postal worker next to us is listening in and asks me where I am from, why I speak with an accent, and if I like Spanish ham. This with a line of about 15 people waiting to be helped. I say that no, I am not too fond of Spanish ham, that yes I have tried it many times, and that it is something we are not used to and don't have a taste for. She thinks this is impossible and that I am such a silly foreigner...how could one not like Spanish ham?!?! So she says that her husband can get really great hams from a small town outside of Cordoba and writes down his name and number on a piece of paper for me. She then rummages through her purse and hands me a brochure for a bed and breakfast in the country where you can go hiking and see 'another side of spain'. I thanked the kind woman, pocketed the number and brochure and started asking the man that was helping me if he knew, more or less, when the packages would arrive. He had no idea, said that in a row boat they would take a long time to get there, and concluded by telling me that I should call about the Spanish ham. Meanwhile, the line of holiday package senders has grown to over 30 people, all of whom are glaring at my roommate and me for taking so long at the window. I quickly pay and ask for the receipt, check again if he can give me an ETA, to which he again answers that he has no idea, thank the woman for her 'help', smile and head past the frustrated mass of people waiting to be helped.

After leaving I couldn't help but walk down the street and look at my roomate wide eyed and mouth gaping. I told him that I don't think this would have ever happened in the United States. My roommate says this is part of the 'charm' of Spain, to which I replied that it is not charming if you are one of the other 30 people waiting in line to be helped and you are watching not just one, but two, workers talk about ham instead of send packages (and unfortunately, I am usually one of the ones in line). He continues to think it is great, that the Spanish are so nice and friendly, and that we Americans are so serious and impersonal. I don't know what you would call this difference, but it definitely impacts my daily experiences here and is one that I note perhaps more than all others. And maybe one I will miss when I get home. Then again, maybe not.

my 5 day weekend

This weekend marked two very important, and very distinct, holidays in Spain- December 6th The Day of the Constitution and December 8th The Feast of the Immaculate Conception. Día de la Constitución celebrates the day in 1978 that Spain became a democracy and defined the new/current constitution of Spain after Franco’s dictatorship. La Inmaculada Concepción is based on the Catholic dogma that states that while becoming pregnant the Virgin Mary did not suffer the “original sin” as she was “filled by god” and as such the conception was “immaculate”. Either way, both national celebrations have one very common denominator which I was happy to take part in: no work! And true to Spanish style the two days separating the holidays are also vacation days…so if you are like me and don’t work on Fridays this means you had a 5 day weekend followed by 2 days of work this next week! Taking advantage of the 5 day puente (bridge), I took my first road trip of the school year with my jerezian friends up north to visit the cities of Cáceres, Salamanca, Zamora and Miranda do Douro (Portugal), and Mérida, spending 1 day in each city.

Entrance into the ciudad antigua in Caceres

Entering through the arch into the old city of Cáceres is like stepping into a purely medieval city that has resisted all signs of modernity. It was built between the 14th and 15th centuries by noble and royal families who wanted to show off their wealth and power by building lavish palaces. It is surrounded entirely by the old wall that protected the city and it transports you back centuries. Within the wall is a convent where cloistered nuns (they can’t be seen by people from outside) sell delicious homemade treats. I bought a box of what they call bocaditos de almendra (little bites of almond), which are like miniature almond paste cupcakes, with the intention of sending them home in a holiday package…but we’ll see if any actually make it home for the holidays.


On top of the cathedral in Salamanca


Salamanca's Plaza Mayor

Salamanca is home to one of the oldest universities in Europe, established in 1218, as well as one of Eruope’s oldest libraries, and is compared to the Emerald City of Oz for its golden buildings that glow in the sunshine. In the façade of the old university building you are supposed to look for a tiny frog sitting on top of a skull. If you find it without help it will bring you good luck. (I mostly found it on my own…I couldn’t help it that all the other tourists were pointing right at it.) And because of Salamanca’s student atmosphere you can find bars that give you a free tapa when you order a drink. At one such bar I tried for the first time cochinillo, a baby piglet cooked in the oven, cut into pieces and then deep fried, which although hard to think about, was actually quite tasty.

Portuguese bank of the Duoro River

From Salamanca we crossed into Portugal to a small town called Miranda do Douro and the Río Douro which creates the border between Spain and Portugal. We took a boat down river for an environmental/biological tour of the cliffs, and were able to see the different species that inhabit the area. Back in Spain we headed to Zamora, a small town of 70,000 residents, over 20 churches, and a beautifully restored castle. In Zamora I tried my first feo (translation: ugly) a baked sweet made with almonds, sugar, and eggs, which proved to be just as delicious as I expected it to be.

Columns behind the stage of the Roman theater

Our last stop in Mérida was a quick one as we were all anxious to get home and get out of the car. Mérida as a city is not very beautiful, but is home to a great quantity of Roman ruins. In 26 BC, as a reward for serving the Roman Empire, Augustus Caesar allowed a group of veterans to found a new city at the banks of the Río Guadiana, present day Mérida. Here we toured the theater and the amphitheater and a restored home with incredibly preserved and detailed mosaics.
To finish up the holiday, this morning I took a stroll through the old Jewish quarters here in Córdoba. In the judería I came across the only synagogue left in all of Andalucía (1 of only 3 synagogues left in Spain, the other two in Toledo) after the Jews were expelled from Spain in 1492. The synagogue was built in 1315 and is where the famous philosopher Maimonides once prayed. The building, although in the process of restoration, is small and charming, adorned with beautiful Arabic patterns and Hebrew inscriptions; a perfectly tranquil place to visit at the end of a busy weekend of travel and movement

I have to work on thanksgiving!

These past few weeks in Córdoba have gone pretty well and I am settling into life again in Andalucia. I have been keeping busy by going to school, tutoring, and the gym, observing and interacting with my roommates and occasionally going out with friends on the weekend. Although I have been here for 6 weeks now, this past one was full of a lot of firsts. Including…

Going to my very first Spanish demonstration with my roommates and their friends. The demonstration was against violence against women and the machismo that underlies Spanish (and other Latin) culture.

First English conversation class with a neurologist who pays me 12 Euros/hour to tell me the differences between the Spanish and US health systems.

My first late night out; I got home at 4am. This is nothing if you are Spanish, but now that I am 24 (eek!) I figure 4 in the morning isn’t too shabby.

Attending my first ever Step Aerobic class. Not only at my new gym, but ever! It was pretty hilarious because the teacher was doing a really difficult routine and I had no idea how to follow. I made a complete fool of myself but had fun and made a French friend.

The realization that my ½ hour walk to school in the morning would not be the quiet, meditative, stroll I had once hoped it to be. The closest thing I can compare it to is trying to beat a level of a video game like Super Mario Bros, but not nearly as fun. To beat the level and arrive to school on time, or at all, I have to ‘overcome’ 3-5 year old Spanish children with rolley backpacks linked hand-in-hand to siblings and parents on their way to school, stern faced Spanish women and their pointy toed high heeled boots, dog poop on the sidewalk (where there is sidewalk…about 1 foot wide), delivery trucks (like a UPS truck) driving on a road that was made to accommodate the passage of two horses, high school students on bikes playing their music out loud on their cell phone (can be compared to the 80s when people put boom boxes on their shoulders and allowed/forced everyone to listen to their music) and your everyday, regular car commuter traffic. All this on one street! So, how do I beat this level with all the challenges and opponents it presents? Usually by listening to music on my iPod and laughing at the whole chaotic mess and pretending I am apart from it, all the while walking quickly in my flat, comfortable shoes, and keeping my vision fixed ahead for any future obstacles. I have also found that what NOT to do and what DOES NOT help is to think, “there is a better way.” …(I have found this to be an unhelpful, but natural, thought in many of my experiences in Spain).

My first fall/winter cold. Mostly a cough but still annoying when you have to talk over 30 Spanish teenagers who come from a culture where interrupting is not seen as rude.

my favorite plaza

This Saturday I went to eat breakfast in the little bar at my favorite plaza, Plz. Jeronimo Paez. It is right in the middle of the old Jewish quarters but hidden from the touristy area of the mezquita. Here are some pics.

After breakfast I went to the Archeological Museum of Cordoba. It has some cool artifacts from the Roman Empire with descriptions of where they were found in the city. It also has a collection of pottery from the medieval period when Cordoba was the capital of al-Andalus.

This is a statue of Aphrodite (Roman Venus), goddess of love, desire, beauty, and fertility, kneeling over a swan and perhaps looking at her reflection in a pond. (Interesting the standards of beauty in Roman times and now.)

Cordoba, the city with many faiths

Check out this BBC article about Cordoba. Interesting view on the mix of cultures in the past and present.

view my fotos!!

Today I created a site where I can upload my photos and give you access to them. The link is posted below and every time I add more new photos I will put the link in this blog.

http://myyearinphotos.shutterfly.com/

The current album, titled Cordoba, shows photos I took this past weekend. They are taken in Cordoba's famous patios, Los Patios Cordobeses. In May there is a two-week competition in which patios are opened to the public and which culminates with the local government (I think) awarding a prize for the most beautiful patio. Despite the geraniums not being in bloom right now the patios are still gorgeous, so I am looking forward to May when everything is in bloom.

typical espanish

Walking through the streets of Spain it is pretty typical to see an older woman wearing a bath robe and slippers and either sweeping or mopping the street/sidewalk. Please refer to the picture below to get a better idea of what I'm talking about. I often ask myself why one might do this, but I have yet to ask anyone Spanish. Maybe this can be one of the topics I bring up in the "differences between US (or you-sah (USA) as my students would say) and Spanish cultures" class...


Also funny is when my students see me outside of school and say/shout across the street, "Hello! I'm fine and you?".

Here is the picture of the tortillas I mentioned a few days ago. It might be hard to see how big they are without a reference, but you can use the wine bottles in the foreground to give you an idea. I went back today and the bartender said they weigh approximately 5 kilos, 11 pounds.

a typical monday

Well, not really. But I do admit that these Andaluces have a lot of Dias de Fiesta... translation: we all get the day off of work. So yesterday on my day off I went to a famous bar near the Mezquita to try their tortilla de patata and a cold cerveza. The tortillas they serve (hopefully I will get a picture the next time I go, but they are quite elusive and difficult to capture on camera) are about 6 or 7 inches tall with an 8 or 9 inch diameter. If you have ever tried to make a tortilla then you know that to successfully make one that is this humongous takes real skill and experience.

And the taste? Exquisite. Those of you who can come and visit I promise to take you here (or you can take me here!).

xoxo

a walk through my neighborhood

View of the Mezquita minaret from Calle de Los Flores.




Minaret and detailing on the outside of the mezquita.


Plaza de Las Tendillas- I live directly behind the white building.

my first two weeks

Córdoba- My new city has so far been pretty great. I am not settled in yet and havn’t really had enough time to explore the area, but the first impression is a good one. It was once the largest city in Western Europe and the capital of the Moorish Empire. So there is a wonderful mix of Roman, Jewish, Islamic, and Christian origins and history . People still use Córdoba as an example of a city where Jewish, Christian, and Muslim people lived together in peace. It also has one of Spain’s oldest Jewish quarters, which is just a tangled mess of beautiful (and disorienting!!) streets that wind around and lose you in their corners and hidden patios.
Apartment- I found one! It took some work but after a week in a hostel I found an apartment right in the City Center. You can google map Plaza de Las Tendillas and that is right where I am. The apartment is a typical Spanish piso, much larger than where I lived in Alcala and more modern than my garden room in Jerez and the location is great. Here, I even have an oven! I have three official Spanish roomies (one of which is not yet living here) and two unnoficial roomies who don’t live here but are here more than I am. So far everything has been going well with them…we have our obvious differences but I think living with them for 8 months is something I can probably survive. My internet currently doesn’t work through my own computer and my roomie lent me hers to use in the mean time while the other roomie dedicates his time to to determining how to fix the internet problem and it seems to have broken the ice. One problem is they both smoke, as do the unofficial roommates, and three of them smoke pot ALL the time. So it get a bit smelly in here with all that smoke! I just keep my door shut and the window open and look at it as a character building experience. Tonight I was going to make brownies for our school pot luck tomorrow. Unfortunately, the smokey smokersons had already planned on making pot-brownies (what are the chances?!?) so I may try to stay away from the kitchen…it would be an unfortunate mishap should my brownies for school and their brownies get mixed up before the morning.

Here is my address:
Plaza Mármol de Bañuelos No. 4, 2-1
14002 Córdoba
España

School- My school, Grupo Cántico, is in the northern part of the city and about a 30 minute walk from my apartment. It is not quite as ‘endearing’ as my school in Jerez, but it is certainly much more organized and they know how to utilize us language assistants in a productive way. This year I have English classes, Music, Technology, and IT. Music is really fun because I get to watch my students sing in English and all the materials for the bilingual classes are already prepared. Technology and IT are also fun because the students enjoy the material and are interested in hearing what I have to say. English class, like last year, is the most difficult. It is tricky to come up with interesting topics for conversation when the students have such a basic level of English. This week Lomi, the other assistant, and I tried to teach about Halloween and got to play Michael Jackson’s Thriller in class. I don’t think they understood any of the lyrics, which I’ll admit are quite difficult, but at least they enjoyed the video and the dancing. One of my students, who the teacher says has a crush on me, also drew me a really detailed drawing of a jack ‘o lantern.
This weekend I am heading north to Alcalá to visit my friends and Luisi. I am excited to see them and we are going to have a Halloween party so I will feel right at home. Monday I already have a day off of work (ah, I love these andalucians and their never ending fiestas!) so I hope to explore more of the city and eat a tapa or two in the 80 degree weather. Kisses.

Hello!

Welcome to my new and updated online journal and thank you for your support! After working hard all afternoon to get 17 pounds of books packed away, I am finally set to head back to Spain for another 8 months. I leave Friday morning and will arrive at my new home city of Cordoba on Saturday afternoon. My first mission will be taking a long siesta followed by an intensive apartment search. Wish me luck and I promise to send my new address as soon as I have one.

Ciao!