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19 May 2012

What is a Journey?

A journey is not a trip.
It's not a vacation.
It's a process. A discovery.
It's a process of self discovery
A journey brings us face to face with ourselves.
A journey shows us not only the world, 
but how we fit in it.
Does the person create the journey
or does the journey create the person?
The journey is life itself.
Where will life take you?



             I've decided to share a quote that I encountered in the McDonald's in the Madrid airport after a week long trip to Switzerland in my friends' journal. Looking back, this quote really reflects for me these two semesters and especially this current one. This has been a journey that did not just start when my flight landed in Madrid, Spain about 8 months ago. This journey began long before that when my parents were wonderful enough to start letting me travel. First, to overnight camp, then to South Dakota and New Orleans with my church. Then the big step of coming to Spain for the first time 5 years ago and falling in love the country of Spain. This journey that I'm on continues after that first trip to Spain with realizing that I wanted to continue learning Spanish. I was then set on studying abroad for one semester while minoring in Spanish. As the journey continued, plans evolved and then I became a Spanish major going to Spain for an academic year to study. Now it continues its' evolution. Although I am leaving this city and country, those which I have fallen deep in love with, in a mere 10 days, I get the chance to go back home and live my life there with everything that I have learned here. Then I will hopefully return in year for yet another year or two living and working here as a teacher. Freshman year I remember trying to figure out what I wanted to do in life and study at Pitt. I was a Spanish major but hadn't yet picked up my business major. I was talking with my wonderful father and he told me something along the lines of, "Knowing what you don't want to do in life is just as important, if not more so, than knowing what you want to do in life". I then thought to myself, "Well, I know I don't want to be a doctor and I don't want to be a teacher."  Looking back, I can't help but laugh because as I said that, my past actions did not quite agree with the not-wanting-to-be-a-teacher part. I had already desired to be a camp counselor, I taught a class for Vacation Bible School at my church, and I love children dearly. It only took my coming to Spain and volunteering at a school here and teaching did I realized that I quite like teaching. Who knows if I will end up being a full-time teacher further down the road but right now, I know that I love teaching children. I also know that I can come back to Spain doing just that and I am over the moon excited that I have that opportunity to further explore this section of my life. I guess this is just a little rambling (and procrastinating since my exams start on Monday and I need to study) but I just want to put it out there that Never say never. Never in a million years, if you asked me while I was in my freshman year Spanish class, counting down the time until 1:23pm when we were released from what I considered my own personal prison, that if 7 years from now, I would be working my way up to fluency in Spanish, I would have just lived a year in Spain, and then I would have plans to come back for another 2 years to teach? I would have thought you went off the deep end and then I would have walked away to go to my study hall because I wouldn't have wanted to spend any more time than was necessary in that classroom. And look at where I am now. 




         Even though it's a very bittersweet feeling to leave here in 10 days and I know that many tears are to be shed, I cannot wait to see what my journey has in store for me this next year of my life. 










Never say never.



Besos y abrazos
xoxo

29 April 2012

The last five weeks... of this trip at least ;)




               And so starts the reality check of the 5 week mark. I’ve made it through 34 weeks already, which in all honesty feels like it happened in a day. At this point in time, while I still have some time left here, I’m going to do a little reflecting that I’ll let you guys in on. To think what I’ve done in these past 34 weeks is a little overwhelming. I keep thinking ‘I did all that?’ it’s quite extraordinary, actually, the things you can accomplish by studying abroad and the unexpected things that happened.

                Here’s a little summary of some of the most memorable things that happened or things that stuck out in my mind:

So far I have:
  • -    Traveled to 10 different countries and to 2 continents


All the red dots are the places that I've been lucky enough to have traveled to!
  • -        Played charades due to language barriers (sometimes better than other times) in 10 different countries and 2 continents
  • -        Opened my 1st bank account in Spain
  • -    Had to use 4 different types of money
  • -        Become a temporary student resident of Spain

  • -        Had to actually pay taxes in Spain
  • -        Moved into my 1st apartment ever to live with españoles
  • -        Haven’t taken any English classes since last April

UGR Centro de Lenguas Modernas --- The Center of Modern Language aka my school :)
  • -        Made Granada a third home

So much love for this place
  • -        Eaten enough Kebab for a lifetime (what up, Kebab King. Anyone that has ever been to Granada will understand)
  • -        Watched the sunrise at 8am after dancing all night long
  • -        Watched the sunset over Florence at the Michelangelo lookout with great friends



  • -        Been able to go to the Cologne/Koln Christmas markets
  • -        Made best friends that, at the moment, I cannot imagine living without (shout out, Rachel and Hannah)

True love
  • -        Become a regular at a few tapas restaurants (and consequently, sometimes get some free goodies from the waiter-friends!)
  • -        Taught social and natural science in Spanish to 7 and 8 year old kids at Colegio Caja Granada
  • -        Realized that I will be returning to Spain in 2013 to hopefully continue teaching somewhere in Andalucía upon my graduation from Pitt
  • -       I’ve been able to improve my Spanish skills immensely by studying and living here for an incredible, wonderful, eye-opening, everything 8 months
  • -        Grown as a person in ways that are simply indescribable and incredible to me

What’s even more incredible is that this isn’t even half of it. I cannot wait to aprovechar –take advantage of- the rest of this experience and the 5 weeks I have left :)


Hasta pronto, queridos <3
Until soon, loved ones <3

23 April 2012

Semana Santa



                About two weeks ago, España had a 10 day break of school to celebrate Semana Santa, known in English as Holy Week. Holy Week here should be on everybody’s bucket list in my opinion. It was nothing like I’d ever seen before. It started Saturday, April 1st. Holy Week here is filled with processions throughout the city of floats, first with a depiction of Jesus followed by a float of the Virgin Mary. The whole procession has an order that every procession follows. (keep in mind, this is a rough description) It always starts with someone carrying a cross in the front, then a lot of people dressed up in pointy face covers (more about that later) then some depiction of Jesus, then women dressed in black with big black veils on carrying a rosary, and followed by the Virgin Mary.
                For any American, the sight of the uniforms for the persons of these processions is a bit unsettling at first. Why you ask? Well, the sight of these uniforms is linked to a horrible time in our history and quite an awful group, the Ku Klux Klan. The uniforms are a large cloak with one of the pointy head pieces where you can only see the eyes. Each procession has a designated color ranging from blue to deep purple to brown to white (where it really reminds you of the KKK) 
The uniforms from the first procession we saw
The paso of Jesus on a donkey
The women in black veils with a rosary that always precede the Virgin Mary float
The Virgin Mary paso

Each procession also has a name. Some of the ones that I saw included Jesus’ sentencing, the Last Supper, and the Penetencia. The floats or ‘pasos’ are extremely large and very heavy. This gets interesting with the streets of Granada because some of the streets are very narrow. The people who carry the pasos are called ‘costaleros. And yes, you did read that correctly, people carry these giant things. There are, on average, 30-60 costaleros for each paso. Well, logically the question comes up of ‘Why would they have people carry this extremely heavy float when, well, they know the wheel exists’ (Seinfeld reference? I’ll put a little refresher in: I'll tell you what I like about Chinese people. They're hanging in there with the chopsticks,aren't they? You know they've seen the fork. They're staying with the sticks. I don't know how they missed it. Chinese farmer gets up, works in the field with a shovel all day. Shovel. Spoon. Come on. You're not plowing 40 acres with a couple of pool cues!) I was curious about this as well so, while I was learning in my Flamenco class about Semana Santa, I asked this question to my professor. It turns out the people feel extremely honored when they get to carry the paso. The crowd also loves the illusion of movement that happens when people carry it. The costaleros are hidden underneath and the movements from them walking makes the figures of Jesus, Mary, the disciples, etc. look like they’re actually moving too and are real. The crowds go crazy for this life like-ness. 

The feet of the costaleros underneath the paso
More of the outfits from the processions
A paso of Jesus in Plaza Trinidad
This is the outfit that the costaleros wear while underneath the paso
The Virgin Mary squeezing between some of the narrow streets in Plaza Trinidad
Some of the white outfits at night
Yeah, real freaky for anyone who has studied American history

One of the larger Jesus paso's

                I saw a total of 5 processions in the one day I was in Granada for Semana Santa before heading out to Mallorca. One of my friends, Maria Angeles and her sister, Eva, love going around seeing all of them so they took me along with them! It was a lot of fun and nice to have people who were knowledgeable as to where everything was, the names, etc.
                In the middle of Semana Santa, I left a rainy and chilly Granada for the island of Mallorca (which, actually was rainy and chill for the second day we were there but I digress). The rest of the days in Mallorca were sunny, beautiful and a bit windy. The beach and beachy atmosphere of the city were very nice and appropriate for a little beach vacay :)
Beautiful Mallorca

:)

A lovely day at the beach watching all the windsurfers in the background

Our view from coffee at one of Kristen's favorite places


                That sums up my Semana Santa. It was much different than anything I had ever experience in the US. Holy Week is a huge deal here and I wasn’t accustomed to that from the states. It was such a cool sight to see!

10 April 2012

Catching up

So about the whole being better at blogging thing… I’m reeeeally sorry about that. It’s already April 10th, (HOW?!) and now I’ve realized that I haven’t posted anything since February 23rd which seems like just yesterday. Since then, I’ve made it over to Morocco (incredible), Rome (with API. So awesome), London & Ireland (with my wonderful brother), and I just got back from Palma de Mallorca where I went for spring break with one of my best friends, Rachel. Whew, I cannot believe I’ve done that much just in these few short weeks that I haven’t spoken to you guys. Dios mio.
                I’ll have to do blogs later on about all those trips (I have to admit, I have not yet written any of them. I swear though that they will be written and read by you wonderful people who are following this creation of mine) Long travels short, Morocco was simply exquisite. It was so different but there were many traces of Granada in there as well. Chefchaouen aka the blue painted city was unlike anything I’d ever seen before. Rome was very cool as well. Our hotel was by Vatican City so that is where I spent a lot of time. We got blessed by the Pope at Sunday mass, saw the Vatican museum & the Sistene Chapel, the Colosseum, and the Trevi Fountain. Rome is definitely too big of a city for my liking if I were to live there or stay there for an extended period of time but it was just insane seeing all the old stuff there. It was a huge history trip (and for those fellow readers of Dan Brown’s Angels and Demons, yes I was in heaven walking around seeing all the things from the book).
                After our API trip to Rome, Italy, my brother came to visit shortly thereafter! He came at the end of March for about 2 weeks. We were in Granada for the first bit which was just lovely so he could see and experience Granada. After a few days in Granada and my midterms (yuck), we left for our 6 day trip to London and Ireland! We went to London for 2 nights where we were definitely tourists, which was totally okay with me for this trip. We saw a The Comedy of Errors at the National Theatre our first night there. The next day we were alllll over the place seeing Churchill’s War Rooms, Westminster Abbey, the Tower of London, doing the Thames River Cruise and seeing Big Ben, the parliament, and the London Eye as well. Then we moved over to Ireland going to Dublin, Galway, and Cork. Ireland was beautiful and I miss it terribly. I loved it there. In Cork, we went to Blarney Castle which was so much cooler than I ever expected. We got to climb in, around, and underneath the castle and walk around the breathtaking gardens that surrounded it. Galway was a little quaint town that was a lot of what I pictured a little Irish town to be. Dublin was a bigger city but I loved it all the same. I’m definitely going to be trying to go back there in the future.
                And then we’re at Semana Santa! Otherwise known as Holy Week in Spain. I was in Granada until Wednesday of Semana Santa so I was able to see some of the spectacular processions before I left for the island life. And the processions were just that, nothing short of spectacular. I have pictures that will be up soon. So happy that I got to see them in Granada because we stumbled upon one while we were in Palma and didn’t have anything on Granada’s.  I then left a rainy Granada (yeah, first time it rained in a looooong while) for a sunny Palma de Mallorca. Rachel and I went to visit our friend Kristen from last semester who is studying in Palma right now and also to meet up with her aunt and uncle who were in Palma for a bike camp. We had such a fantastic, relaxing week. We strolled around Palma and spent our last 2 days at the beach.
                Now I’m back in Granada for a good bit. I have not further trips planned except for our last excursion with API to Cadiz in May. I might take some day trips here and there but I’m going to enjoy being in Granada for these last 6 weeks too. Time has FLOWN and I am not liking it one bit. I’m grateful for these past 7 months I’ve been given but am terribly sad that I only have a month and a half left here. I can’t quite fathom leaving yet.
                I’m off to hit the sack before my second day of class back after break tomorrow.

Besos y abrazos a todos
Katie

23 February 2012

Mi [primero] apartamento

                This semester, I decided to move out of my host mom’s house and find my own apartment. Before I even met my host mom, I had the intention of doing this for my second semester. Since I am here for 8 months in total, 4 months for each semester, I wanted to take advantage of this and have two different housing experiences: host family and then an apartment. The first semester I was in API housing with Maria Jose but when I decided to find my own apartment, I, in turn, opted out of API housing aka API gave me the money back that went towards my housing/food/laundry and then I had to do all of that by myself. I really wanted to do the apartment with Spanish students thing but doing everything myself was a daunting but also a key part of this experience. I would have to find the apartment myself, make all my own food, do my own laundry, plus all the little things I never quite thought about when I had a host mom such as bedding and towels.

But alas, my first ever apartment hunting process began. And yes, that was said correctly, first ever. I’ve never lived or had to find an apartment before in the US so it was a little more daunting considering that I was really going through this blindly. What was left of my US mindset of timeliness and doing things ahead of time also had a hard time with this process. The laid back feel of Spain, for me at least, is really demonstrated with their housing process. As opposed to in the States where you know, more or less, 5/6 months in advance where you would be living, here I knew about one week beforehand. I looked at one or two places in December before I left for Navidad but pretty much left Spain with no certain place of residence for the next semester. Here, if you were to want to ‘reserve’ the apartment in December but move-in in February, you would have to pay rent for both December and January (even if you weren’t moving in until February). I know, very weird.

Since I had no formal place to live when I returned to Spain, once again my amazing host mom appears and saves me from staying in a hostel for the first few days. We had arranged prior to my departure that I would leave about half my stuff (like books, shower stuff, summer clothes) in a cabinet in her house so that I didn’t need to bring all of it home with me. She also told me (yes, told me. When I told her that I was just planning on getting a hostel, she looked at me appalled and continue to say ‘Claro, quedarte aqui, claro’ aka ‘Yeah, you’re obviously staying here. Obv.’ ) This is one of the many reasons why I loved her so much.

Okay, so back to apartment hunting. I was in Granada for 3 days before leaving for Switzerland entonces I had to find an apartment pretty much before I left so I could move in when I returned from Switzerland. I had met a girl named Subira at the Hannigan’s Christmas dinner back in the beginning of December who happened to be moving to Vienna for a bit starting in the beginning of February. I saw the apartment in December before I left for the States and liked it (as well as the price). When I returned to Spain and before I left for Switzerland, I went over to the apartment again to have some tea. When I was in Switzerland, I got the news that I had gotten the apartment! Talk about relieved—finally a place to stay for the spring semester :)

Now, I live in a different neighborhood than my previous piso but as much as I loved my last ‘barrio’ I love my new one just as much if not more. I’m in more of the student section of Granada and closer to a lot more things. I live in a 4 person apartment and adore my roommates. One’s name is Anna, who is 26 (or 27, I can’t quite remember) and originally from St. Petersburg, Russia. Let that not fool you though, her Spanish is flawless. She also speaks some English and I just found out recently that some French too! She’s studying to become a teacher for ‘extranjeros’ aka people like me. She’s currently working on her masters for that while working so she’s quite busy. Another one of my roommates name is Jesus. He’s 22 and going to school right now at the University of Granada. He’s originally from Ibiza and has been in the apartment for about a year and a half now. This is also his first year on the Granada CF soccer team! He’s on the second string team so he plays in different games than the team you would normally see on TV but very exciting none the less. My third roommates name is Luis. He’s 25 and he’s studying, roughly translated, sports exercise science. He’s also from Ibiza and I think has been in Granada for all his education. They are all super nice, hilarious, and great at helping me with my Spanish. In addition to Anna, Luis knows some English too but we only speak Spanish at home which is awesome. It’s definitely a different language experience with this living arrangement too because, even though everything being Spanish, the language that a 65 year old woman speaks is going to be different from the language that’s used with people around my age. What I love about both of my living situations that I’ve been in is that they don’t slow down for me. If we’re hanging around the house, they’ll be speaking like they would naturally speak. I understand most of it but even when I don’t, I ask them to repeat it with a nice ‘Como?’ aka ‘Huh?’ and they’ll repeat it for me.

Quite side note that as of a mere 2 days ago, my friend Rachel and I decided to head to Morocco for the weekend! We just realized there was a 5 day weekend this weekend because of Dia de Andalucia, celebrating the autonomy of our region of Andalucia. Therefore, we have no class on Tuesday and with what I’ve explained before, we have a great thing called ‘puente’ aka ‘bridge’ so since we have Tuesday off, we get Monday off too! I’m super excited for Morocco. This was always a must see for me while in Granada. We leave on Friday afternoon and come back Sunday night. At first I thought that this might feel rushed because we’re going to 3 cities but all my friends that have done it raved about it and didn’t feel rushed.

Off to go to class! We have no class tomorrow so this is like my Friday J Gotta love Spain <3

Besos a todos
Katie

Quick P.S. I realized something about 2 days ago when I saw one of my best friends, Natalie, visiting from Sevilla. She turned to me while I was giving her a little tour of Granada in between my classes and asked me in a soft voice ‘Katie, how are you going to leave this place?’ I turned to her and I realized I had no answer. I love everything back home but to think about leaving this place is currently unimaginable to me and incomprehensible. I always heard ‘Granada still has my heart and I studied there  blank  years ago’. Well, I now have no doubt that that is a true statement because Granada really has my heart. I cannot ever imagine my life now without the city and the people in it. I think it’s safe to say that Granada is one of my first loves.

13 February 2012

Mis clases!

So, as the name shows, half of my study abroad experience here is kind of the studying part. I was silly last semester and didn't post about the most important part: my classes! Here to change that for this semester is this blog post. Enjoy reading about what I am currently learning this semester!


El arte flamenco en la sociedad y cultura
            This class is ‘The art of Flamenco in society and culture’. In this class, I’ll be learning about all aspects of Flamenco such as the lyrics, the songs, the dance including the difference between the man’s dance and the woman’s, the history, and the links between Flamenco and society. I’ll also study a little history about Spain and Andalucía in the process. There will also be a part of the class in which we will differentiate between Flamenco, Sevillana, and the Meringa. My teacher for this is Jose Javier Leon and he seems so cool. He’s very enthusiastic about what he’s teaching and funny too. I found out he’s also my teacher for my Literature class, which needless to say I am pumped about. He was also talking about the humor that Flamenco encompasses and some of the politically incorrectness of it. He was saying that back then, when some cantantes were named, the whole something-being-politically-incorrect thing wasn’t an issue. He wouldn’t tell us any of the names at this time because it’s not on the schedule until later in the semester. This is already one of my favorite classes!

Literatura española (siglo XX)
            The professor for this class is the same one for my Flamenco class aka the one I really like. I’ll be studying Spanish Literature of the 20th Century in this class, though our second class we were informed that we would actually be starting this class in Nicaragua. The influence from Nicaragua and some authors there have influenced Spanish literature so dramatically that he insists that we veer off the course of the Spanish literature and study this background portion first. Right now we’re talking about ‘El Modernismo’ and the crisis of the bourgeoisie conscience when the younger generation started to rebel against the ideology of their bourgeoisie parents. Even though, for me, literature is sometimes a bore, I think I’m going to really like this class. Last semester I took a Hispanic American Literature class and was surprised how much I liked it so maybe this class will be the same! I’ve discovered that almost all my classes overlap with each other in some way, whether it is Spanish Art appearing during the Spanish take-over of Latin America or my LA & Spanish business class becoming relevant in my Civ & Culture class. I’m starting to see parallels in a lot of things by finally putting together events happening on each continent and realizing that they are all interconnected somehow. I guess whenever I was learning history, I was always learning it about one single location at a time and didn’t realize until now when I’m learning history from all parts of Latin America, Spain, and then plus my past knowledge of some of Europe and the US, it’s all coming together in one big web. And unlike spider webs and cobb webs, this is a type of web I'm enjoying immensely.

Civilización y cultura española
            This class is about all aspects of the Spanish culture and the civilization. We’ll be learning about the origin of Spain and the Spanish people as well as the different autonomous regions. We’ll also look at Spanish people today: the family, customs, young people, and daily life. In addition to these, I’ll also be learning a little bit about flamenco, the Mediterranean diet, the bulls, the Spanish festivals/parties, Spanish cinema, and last but not least Spanish music. Excited about this class would not begin to describe how I feel. All of these things are such big reasons on why I wanted to come to Spain. To have lived in the culture for 4 months and now get to learn in the classroom about their culture (while continuing to learn every moment of every day) is awesome.


 Variedades del español
                This class is about all the different varieties of Spanish there are. I’ll be learning about the some of the phonetics, the difference between castellano and español, and what is considered ‘correct’ Spanish. We’ll also be looking at the different dialects that Spain has. There are actually 4 official languages in Spain: Castellano, Gallego, Catalán, and Vasco. In addition to these though, there are other ways of speaking and different dialects, such as in Andalucía. For example, in Andalucía, we eat a lot of our words and sounds. The ‘s’ at the end of a word is not pronounced nor is the ‘d’ when there is an ending such as –ado, -ido, -ada. Entonces, someone with a very heavy Andalusian accent would pronounce the sentence “Que ha pasado en Granada?” (normally said like ‘K ah pah-sah-doh in Grah-nah-dah’) as this: Que ha pasao en Graná? (said like ‘Kha pah-saww in Grah-nah’ )
                I’m excited for the content of this class but I’m not too thrilled with the teacher. My friends last semester didn’t like him too much and my friend, Craighton, described him as an Evil Mr. Feeny (Boy Meets World reference, what up). He’s a smidge boring but since I’m really interested in the content, I’m hoping that helps me out a bit.


Cultura Islámica en España
                This class I’m very excited to learn about; it’s Islamic culture in Spain (or as our teacher later informed us, not technically in Spain because we’re studying the years 711 -1492 and back then, the country of Spain that we all know and love today had not yet been formally formed.) Something that drew me to Granada was the huge Arab and Moorish influence here. It was the last place from which the Moors were expelled. In many aspects of the architecture here (conveniently noticed more so after my Spanish Art class last semester) are very Islamic: the arch ways, the carvings, so many things. I don’t have an in depth knowledge about this whole time period which is why I’m happy to take this class. I’m fascinated with the fact that they were expelled in 1492 and in 2012, over 500 years later their cultural presence is still being felt. I’ll also be learning about the fundamentals of Islam like the Koran, the pillars of Islam and the Islamic way of life. After that, I’ll learn about the Arab expansion into the Iberia Peninsula. This class is also interesting to me because before I came to Spain, I wrote a scholarship essay for API having to do with my interest in the Islamic influence. To write this paper, I had to do some research into the history of it all and I learned some things that way such as a few of the pillars of Islam. But, like I said before, since my knowledge is not immense, I’m really excited  to learn more about it.  


As you can see, it pretty much looks like I am excited about every class I'm taking which might seem unlikely. Conveniently, it is not! I truly am excited about every single one of my classes (yes, even those at 8:30 in the morning when all I want to do is snooze). I hope you enjoyed learning a little about what I'm learning about :)


Os quiero
Hasta luego!

I love you all
Until next time!

04 February 2012

Switzerland: the land of snow, sledging, and canyon jumping



Even though I left Philadelphia on the 20th of January, I still have only had 3 days in Granada so far because I’ve just been traveling for a week in Switzerland! My classes at the CLM don’t start until the 6th of February and my friend Kristen’s classes don’t start until the 8th. We met last semester when she was studying in Granada with API as well. This semester she decided to move on over to Mallorca, a beautiful island off the coast of eastern Spain. I’m bummed she’s not in Granada but I can’t wait to visit her in Mallorca this spring!
                Our Switzerland journey began on Tuesday, January 24th when I hopped on a bus to go up to Madrid to meet Kristen there because she had just flown in there from JFK. We flew into Geneva where we stayed for 2 nights. Geneva is in the bottom portion of Switzerland on the bottom part of Lake Geneva and  basically surrounded by France. Funny enough, Geneva therefore speaks French which neither Kristen nor I knew about. Even funnier enough, neither of us speak the French language. This so began the biggest language barrier trip ever, though absolutely 100% worth it. The first night we were both so tired that we crashed in the hostel until the next morning when we decided to go explore the Olde Town part of Geneva. In the bay of the Lake stands the highest fountain in the world, the Jet d'Eau. It seemed pretty random but it was really cool. Another thing Geneva is known for is their flower clock. It’s a clock right by the Jet d'Eau that is a clock on a little hill of grass, decorated with various designs of flowers at various points in the year. We then walked into Olde Town where St. Peter’s Cathedral is. This was one of my favorite types of cathedrals because it is very simple. The outside is cool but nothing too extravagant, though this is how a lot of the outer shells of cathedrals are designed. What I loved was that the inside was not decorated with gold and jewels on the walls out the wazoo. The inside had cool arches down the center aisle. Everything from afar looked just like gray stone but when you got close to the front most part, you could see that they had painted some of the stone. Some of the arches in the front had remnants of deep red and blue stripes and other designs. Very cool and interesting to think about many things that we know without color were once decorated and painted.

                After the Cathedral we continued to wander around Geneva and stumbled upon some parks. One of the parks had an ice rink and life sized chess and checker boards (Yes, I did feel like I was channeling Harry Potter). We played a game of life sized checkers and were on our way to continue exploring. We bought our first of many Swiss chocolate bars… Mmmmmmm. So so so good. We grabbed some lunch and headed back to the hostel for a quick siesta—it was our obligation to bring at least some of the Spanish lifestyle to Geneva. That night was the Barça v. Madrid game so we headed over to an Irish pub to watch the game. (They tied but because of the previous game, Barça won!!)

Life sized chess & checkers

                The next day, we packed up our stuff, checked out of the hostel, and decided to take a tour of the UN. Geneva, Switzerland was first home to the League of Nations. The League of Nations then dissolved (officially in 1946) and the United Nations, as of October of 1945, stands in its’ place. New York now holds the headquarters of the UN, which I was lucky enough to tour when I was a freshman in college but Geneva and the Palais des Nations is still the main European office and very historically relevant with its’ history with the League of Nations. The tour was very cool. There was a lot of awesome artwork throughout, much of it given by countries when they joined as a type of tradition. The UN is also situated across the street from the American Red Cross museum which you can also tour.
Broken Chair monument at the UN used to warn against the danger of land mines

                 We were then onto our next city in Suiza—Lausanne! Lausanne was just about 45 minutes from Geneva. It’s another city on Lake Geneva but further north. Lausanne is the Olympic Capital and the second largest city in Switzerland. Our first of two nights was spent going up to the cathedral which was pretty impressive. There was a room off to the side in the back where they had painted the walls and it was still intact. The stained glass in this cathedral, like the Cathedral we saw in Geneva, was incredible. Both Kristen and I agreed by the end of our trip that the Swiss really know how to do stained glass. It was just breathtaking and awesome to admire that kind of craft.

                One minor slash actually huge thing about Switzerland is that it is quite the expensive country. Somehow, though, the country has managed to be affordable for the people that are employed and paid in the Swiss Franc but for everyone else, it’s a bit ridiculous (we found out that someone working at McDonald’s has a minimum wage of 18 franc an hour! That’s almost 20 dollars!) Because of this, Kristen and I ate many things from the good ol’ supermarket. Many nights we would buy a loaf of bread, some tomatoes, and cheese and feast on them. That is what we had done this night but decided to grab a beer at a place called Les Brassiliers. It’s a brewery that was recommended by some websites I had checked out and it delivered with some very good beer. 

Our first dinner in Switzerland: Bread, tomatoes, chocolate, spinach that wasn't quite spinach, cheese that said 'Classic' on the package but smelled like unwashed feet, proscuitto that was almost as horrible as the foot cheese, red wine, and truffles that we later discovered had a label on the package that said 'mit alkohol'... well that's neither french, nor spanish, nor english.. 2 minutes and a Google Translate search later, we discovered that we had picked out the only chocolate in the store that had alcohol in it... needless to say, they were put into the category of the foot cheese and bad meat as the Fail part of this meal.
                Because of Lausanne being the Olympic Capital, it has an Olympic museum that is very impressive. It has a timeline from the start of the games to present day. They have all the torches from all of the Olympic Games as well as memorabilia from many of the athletes. The entry for us ended up being free because on the 29th of January they closed down the museum for about 2-3 years to do renovations. Since they were closing, they were letting people in for free for the last week of them being open. I’m so happy that we went because it was SO cool. I’ve always been interested in the Games and to see all this information about it was awesome. I’m not quite sure why they’re doing renovations or what they’re doing renovations on because it all seemed pretty modern and was quite spectacular. There was one section that had 6 of some of the opening costumes from various Olympic Games. There was a big video presentation on it with footage from the original Ceremony. Talk about innovative designs. Those opening ceremonies are spec. tac. u. lar.


All of the Olympic torches
One of the historical pictures from the museum that I loved
            

   After the museum, we took a bus up to the Sauvabelin Tower that looks over all of Lausanne. It was designed to be a spiral in the middle (it looks like DNA). Because of this design, you then have two ways to go up/down. At first we weren’t aware of the fact that there would be another way down and we were amazed when we discovered it. 

From the bottom of the stairs in the Sauvabelin Tower

**Not my picture! I take no credit!** This is a picture of the tower from the outside. You can see and imagine that because of the way the wood slabs are set up, there are automatically 2 ways to climb up


                Our second night in Lausanne, we decided to cook our dinner at the kitchen in our hostel. We went over to the grocery store and picked up rice, Tikka Masala sauce, chicken, and veggies for an Indian feast. We met some people from Australia that just moved to Lausanne for a year as well as a group of girls from the US who are studying in Geneva for the semester. Now prepare yourself for an example of how small this world really is. In the group of girls who are studying in Geneva, one of them said she was from Philly (which, if you haven’t already discovered, almost always means you are not actually from Philadelphia but if you were to say your town name, people would just look at your weirdly, smile and nod while pretending they know where the heck that is). Anyways, I asked her from where since I am Philly as well and she said Upper Darby which is right next to my town of Media. That’s not even the small world part of it though; I asked her where she went to high school, etc. and she said that she would go to Media sometimes because that’s where her church is. The next obvious question is where said church is. She starts to explain it and the name of it sounded very familiar: Unitarian Universalist Church. As we continue talking, I realize that I know if because it is across the street from my church! So let’s recap, I’m sitting in a kitchen in a hostel in Lausanne, Switzerland talking to a girl who went to the church across the street from mine in my town of Media, Pennsylvania, USA. If you can imagine it, it gets even crazier when I ask her if she knows anyone from Media. Turns out I know all 3 people she had mentioned: Neil Cambell sat in front of me in geometry class sophomore year, Cat Ramirez sat at my lunch table all throughout high school and I had been over her house many a times, and Nick George who I have known since kindergarten and she went to church with him. My mind was blown by this point because it was so crazy to think that this girl knew these people from my life at home in Media. Small world, I know!
                This now brings us to Saturday morning when we departed to head to our 3rd city, Interlaken. Interlaken is more north and further east than Lausanne. Interlaken, as Kristen so accurately described it, is the hub/home base of the skiers, snowboarders, sledgers, everyone. It’s at the bottom of the mountains so what most people do is stay in Interlaken and then head up to the mountains for the day. It also looks just like a postcard: mountains in the distance, typical Swiss houses/cottages in the forefront. The first night we hung out at the hostel we stayed and hung out with Petra, our roommate. The hostel was so cute and was full with students, mostly English speaking. For Sunday, we decided to go sledging in the Alps. I’m not sure why they call is sledging but it’s basically sledding on a toboggan. We rented our gear and headed to Grindelwald to take the bus up to the top of the mountain. There were a few different paths down that you could take and there was no time limit so our first trip down, we took our good ol’ time. It was very cloudy/foggy so we couldn’t see clearly to the other mountains which was unfortunate but the few that we had was still pure beauty.

My sledge and me somewhere in the Swiss Alps

Taking in the gorgeous view of what looked like those fake little Christmas trees dusted with fake snow but was in fact the completely real beauty of the snowy Alps

Kristen and me with our toboggans!
                We still had one more day in Interlaken after our sledging. We didn’t have any set time that we needed to be back in Geneva by so we decided to do something cool our last day in Interlaken. What might be cool you ask? Well, despite my being petrified about this, we decided to go Canyon Jumping! Yes, I said Canyon Jumping, not bungee jumping because, like its’ name explains, you simple jump off a canyon… 90 meters aka 300 feet above the ground… ground as in snowy rocks. But as you can see (or read rather), I am still alive! It was so much fun and probably one of the scariest things I’ve ever done in my life. You jump off of a platform and you free fall for 4 whole seconds. Let me tell you, 4 seconds seems like nothing until you are falling through the air and forget that eventually a rope and your harness will catch you. The process of the fall went something like this: Stage1— you jump, you think “this is kind of fun and cool”. Stage 2—you are still falling but it’s still cool/fun. Starting to get a bit scarier. Stage 3—You completely forget that you are harnessed in and you think nothing is going to catch you. Otherwise known as ‘The Complete Freak Out’ Stage. Then comes Stage 4—after you scream bloody murder because you realize you are indeed, still falling, the rope and harness catch you! Well, what d’ya know. Finally Stage 5 – RELIEF! YOU’RE ALIVE!! . Yup, that pretty much sums it up. After jumping off of a canyon, we headed back to Interlaken to pack up our stuff and go over to Geneva for one last night before our flight to Madrid the next day.

The contract that we had to sign before jumping (and indeed, my mother did not know I was there... sorry, Mom!)

This is the bungee jumping platform taken from the cliff jumping platform (though not on the day we went because there was no trace of blue sky while we were in Switzerland)

Pre-jump! Practicing a 30cm for a 300ft.

Yours truly all harnessed up, ready to go!

All of us getting ready for the jump!

First one to go and nerves are a-flying

And we're about a half of a second into my terror jump

This is around Stage 3 (hence the eyes BULGING and screaming/terror filled face continuing)

Stage 5! I'm alive!!! Estoy viva!! Gracias a Dios


                Though we had our cities for this trip planned, we didn’t have many plans beyond that. With that being said, this trip turned out to be so amazing/fantastic/every adjective along these lines. There were so many happy surprises along the way and if you had asked me before I left if I was going to come back having gone sledding in the Swiss Alps and having gone canyon jumping, I probably would have just chuckled at you and said ‘Yeah, okay.’

Happy February everyone!