La Feria Esta Loca

La Feria began last night with fireworks and a concert on the beach, and I'm realizing that when all of my professors warned me that the next 10 days would be drunken chaos, they weren't kidding. The beach was packed for Pablo Alboran's performance (he's a famous Spanish singer from Malaga) and the streets were at a dull roar for most of the night. The concert was really good - I may be downloading some music later today.

One thing I am really falling in love with here is the passion people have for everything - every song, every conversation is a story that is told with more enthusiasm that I can explain. It's really cool to be around...

On a couple other notes: I'm pretty sure my host mommy's dogs know more Spanish than I do. I also think there are a few 3 year olds that speak better Spanish than me as well. I'm doing a really good job of passing myself off as a local - that is, until I open my mouth. I'm almost offended when someone speaks to me in English now. I've made it through a few transactions speaking only Spanish, and am really excited about how much better my ability to communicate without panicking has gotten. I'm also pretty sure my host mommy appreciates that I can actually talk to her now. (I'm convinced she thought I was really strange the first few days I was here because I barely spoke.)

Plans for today? Beach (duh) and then wandering around Feria.

More soon.

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Head Over Heels in Love With This City...

I have to say, Malaga has stolen my heart. Everything about my time here has been beautiful, adventurous, and amazing. I don't even know where to begin...so I'll go with a bullet-style list.

• I've decided that I absolutely must live within a very short driving distance of a beach. (Walking distance preferably.) This 'going-to-the-beach-on-a-whim' thing is fantastic.
• I'm having a blast learning Spanish. It's been a while since I've been so motivated and passionate about learning something. My host mommy is even starting to understand me, so that's awesome. 
• Speaking of my host mommy. My roomate and I have decided that we will be compiling a list for those of you at home called, "S%^& My Host Mom Says".  My host mommy (Puri) has a fantastic sense of humor and loves to joke with us and tell us stories. The last conversation we had was about not having to speak the same language to hang out with someone - more or less, she said She attempts to stuff me at every meal, and I get scolded when I don't finish my plate. (She mumbles about me being too skinny as she cleans my plate when I'm done, and makes sure that I realize how disappointed she is in me.) I've started to feed the dog some of my food, but he's pretty picky about what he'll eat.
• I've acquired a Spanish stalker/bartender/guy who gives me flowers. He works at a local bar where we drink sangrias, and sent me a napkin flower the first night we were there. We went back the next night because all of the waiters were very entertaining, and promised to be back again. We headed there last night, and lo and behold, my bartender had a pink rose waiting for me. He apparently had gotten it days earlier to give to me. 
• I'm going to miss getting extra dressed up each night when I come home. The locals here definitely go out every night dressed like it's a special evening. I enjoy it a lot, and am trying not to buy tons of new fancy dresses while I'm here.
• Time has absolutely flown here - I can't believe I'm two weeks in already. This city is incredible. 
• I must emphasize one more time - I love my roomie. She is absolutely fantastic, and we couldn't have more fun if we tried. Our host mommy accuses us of being drunk because we giggle so much.
• The weather has cooled off some, but I can't wait to be spoiled with AC again. If I can live in Malaga in August without AC, I can live anywhere. 
• We visited Alcazaba on Wednesday, and got some insanely cool pictures. It's so neat to be living somewhere where so many other people have been. This city is buried in history, and it was very evident at Alcazaba where there were mixes of Roman, Phonecian, and Moorish architecture.
• The cat calls that I was warned of have been increasing steadily as I've been here. Two theories on this: 1. I was really tired and looked scary when I first got here. 2. I got a lot sexier in a very short amount of time. I'm leaning towards theory 2. 
• I've eaten the craziest things since I've been here, and am really embracing this "try-it-all-once" attitude. It's been amazing. Sardine/anchovie/fish-with-scales-still-on-them, scampi, crab....and it's all been delicious.
• My calves look g-r-e-a-t from all the walking I'm doing. Seriously, about 2-3 hours+ of my day is spent walking around. I think I might miss that a little when I come home. I'll definitely miss the scenery here. 

I know there's a ton I'm missing, but I'll try to do some more writing this weekend.

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I'm sorry I've neglected you...

Spain has been insanely busy, hot, and amazing. The week has flown by, and I'm not even sure where to start updating you...so I'll start with whatever comes to mind first.

First off, I should warn you that my English is suffering as a result of getting better at Spanish, so if my writing sounds awful it's not my fault.

I live behind a castle (Gibralfaro - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gibralfaro ), about 15 minutes walk from the Malagueta beach (where Kristy lives), and 2 minutes walk from where Picasso was born. My host mom reminds me of my grandmother, except for the fact that she speaks absolutely zero English. I had a minor freak out on day one over that fact. She is an incredible cook, and yells at us when we don't give her enough time to pack us lunches. She seems to genuinely enjoy taking care of us. My roommate is fantastic, and we couldn't get along better. She's from Omaha and is like a sister I never knew I had. We have separate rooms, and share a bathroom. We have three dogs - Iha, Pepo, and Lily (pictures and better descriptions to come). We have no AC, and barely sleep at night because we're drowning in our own sweat. I have no internet at the house and therefore I walk down to the study abroad office to use theirs when I can. It doesn't hurt that they have AC either.

Malaga is beautiful, romantic, charming, and hot. All things that I love. We're pretty good at finding our way around at this point, and I think I even pass for being a local (until I open my mouth).

Classes are 5 hours a day and intense. My Spanish is already insanely better than it was a week ago, which makes me excited for the rest of the month.

My brain is overheated, and it's siesta time. Promise to start blogging more regularly now that I'm settled in. In the meantime, check out the new pictures!

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Parisian Ponderings...

First and foremost, Paris is a strikingly beautiful city.

That being said, I have a small issue with this city. Or, perhaps more accurately, the person who designed it. I'm convinced that a small peasant boy took a piece of charcoal and scribbled madly on a rock a thousand years ago, and they decided to use THAT as the plan for the roads. They make no sense. And as much as I would hate driving in Chicago, you could NEVER, EVER convince me to drive here. It's insane.   Like, run-for-your-life-every-car-has-dents insane. 6 "lane" roundabouts insane. 3 inches of parallel parking room insane.

With that out of the way, I'll go back to the "I love Paris" part of my rant. Although it may be dirty in some places, it really is a romantic city. The iron terraces that are styled to look like flowers and vines add to the charm of the pale buildings and winding streets. It didn't hurt to see several couples that had just been married strolling around, either.

Seeing the Eiffel Tower was amazing, and finally convinced my brain that we really are in Paris. Yay!

Also got to see the Moulin Rouge, which made my night. Much less impressive than I was expecting, but cool nonetheless.

I'm completely exhausted and will be seeing a cabaret show at the Crazy Horse tomorrow, so I'll get more writing done...soon-ish.

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Tomorrowland - One Crazy Party

Yesterday Silke, her brother, and I headed to Boom, Belgium (pronounced 'Bome", but I like it better with the English pronunciation) for the Tomorrowland techno/electronic music festival.

It. Was. Insane.

We arrived around 2 and took a bus to the festival site, where we had some drinks, ate, and danced the day away. The place was absolutely packed (over 50,000 people), and no matter how many boards and wood chips the staff put down, it was all muddy. The ground was littered with discarded cups, cigarettes, and other smoke-able things (everyone seems to smoke here). It was shoulder-to-shoulder crowds in the evening, and I can't tell you how many times I was elbowed, stepped on, and pushed. The bass was non-stop, and my ears were ringing with the beats as I tried to fall asleep once we got home. My feet and knees ached from standing on a hill and dancing allllll dayyyyy long. But it was a crazy experience that I won't be forgetting anytime soon. The whole place had an "Alice-in-Wonderland" feel to it, and it only added to the surreal feeling you got from the music itself. The festival was absolutely fantastic for people watching - there was no shortage of oddities. There were people from all over the world, but the fact that not everyone spoke the same language didn't hinder the party at all. Music seems to bring people together in a whole different way.

So today I'm resting. And sleeping. A lot.

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You Know You're in Amsterdam When:

Bike parking ramp. Yes. You read it right.

Sex show anyone?

 

 You know you're in Amsterdam when:

• You have near-death-experiences with bicycles every time you attempt to cross a street.

• There is more room to ride bikes than walk.

• You see an old man in a yellow speedo biking the streets at an incredible speed.

• Girls are dancing half naked in store-front windows.

• She-males are dancing half naked in store-front windows.

• You assume every girl with heavy eyeliner and implants is a hooker.

• You have to be concerned about falling into a canal when parking a car.

• You have to be concerned about falling into a canal while walking and taking pictures.

• Girls are peeing (pants down, butt out) in the bushes in the park.  

"High Times Coffee Shop" - Very subtle.

• There are at least 3 coffee shops on every block.

• You're no longer shocked by the most outrageous fashion ever. (Shredded tights, genie-style pants, plaid on plaid on polka dots on lace on sequins, etc.)

• Your clothes and hair smell like weed and you haven't smoked.

• You find weed on your table in the bar. 

• Your mouth tastes like weed and you haven't smoked.

Needless to say, Amsterdam was entertaining.

Heading to Boom, Belgium tomorrow for Tomorrowland, and trying to prepare my brain for the insanity that it will be.  Night!

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Sex, Drugs, and Techno

Let me start by saying that I hate to stereotype. But I must say that Amsterdam has lived up to its reputation.

As far as the sex goes, there are more sex themed shops, museums, and brothels than you could every really need. The red-light district is quite the busy place with girls dancing in windows - most with platinum blonde hair and implants, beckoning the men inside.

 As far as the drugs go, I'm pretty sure my clothes smell like weed. You can smell it everywhere, and you can't go more than 2 blocks without seeing a "coffeeshop". There is an abundance of people who fit the stereotype of "hippie" walking around as well...dreadlocks and ponchos as far as the eye can see.

As far as the techno goes, I can hear it loud and clear from the hotel. Perhaps tomorrow we will venture out into it.







The canals that run through Amsterdam are beautiful, and provide boating as an alternative to biking. There are more bikes here than you can imagine - think Mackinaw Island on steroids.

Holland itself has also lived up to its reputation - there really are cute little windmills dotting the landscape...Fantastic.


More tomorrow.

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Love Can Make a Painter Out of a Blacksmith

The Blacksmith's Well

Today we explored Antwerpen (Antwerp for all you English speakers) and I got to hear lots of fantastic legends and stories from Danny as the day went on. I think that's one thing I love about Europe - everything has a story. I realize that we have "stories" in America too, but they seem so much more legendary and full of history here. My favorite of the day was a love story about a blacksmith who became a great painter to impress the father of the woman he was madly in love with. The father of the girl was a painter as well, so the blacksmith painted a fly on one of the father's paintings. The father tried to swat the fly off of his painting, and when he realized it was not real he demanded to know who painted such a marvelous fly. The blacksmith claimed his artwork, and was allowed to marry the girl. (I know I probably didn't tell it as well as Danny, but I'm doing my best.) I also got to hear how Antwerpen got its name - roughly translated it is "hand throwing" - and it's an interesting name for a city, with a slightly gory story behind it.  (See this: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Antwerp#Origin_of_the_name)

Hand Throwing

My Dutch phrases are coming along, and I now know something like 10ish words. Yay! The waiter still didn't understand me today (argh!) but I'm working on it.

I've taken way too many pictures once again - but I can't say that I'm TOO upset about it. There are some really neat ones, and I'm forcing myself to label and edit them each night so I can remember what they are a month from now.

I'm off to pack for Amsterdam - the forecast is not looking great. I'm hoping for at least a TINY bit of sunshine while I'm there. Crossing my fingers!

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At Least It's Not Snow.

So today we explored Gent, where they were holding a local festival. The weather did not cooperate. We were rained on at least half of the time we were there, but we didn't let it stop us and wandered around Gent for 7 hours.  I've got way too many pictures again - shocker. At this rate, I'll have at least three thousand pictures up before I come home. I'll also have chronic back and neck pain from lugging around a giant camera and my purse all day.

Summary of the day.

We visited a castle (yay!) where I got to pretend I was a princess for a few minutes, saw lots of street performers (including a feminist drum line and "trash beatz" boys), and got absolutely soaked in the process. It was actually a pretty entertaining day.






I've become so used to not hearing English, that even when someone is speaking it, I don't attend to it. Poor Silke has had to be my translator non-stop - I'd be lost without her. But I am picking up some words here and there - and even attempted to order my own meal today, "Cola light and wok met kip". Apparently it was a poor attempt, because I had to point to it on the menu for the waiter. Silke then conned me into trying fish egg puree. They were salty....but ok. I told her I'd "try anything once" and she's been holding me to it. (I secretly enjoy it. I think.)

I'm sleepy, and currently having a beer with tequila in it, so I'll write more soon. My pictures are updated, so check them out!!!

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I Ate Snails. (Yes, plural.)

So today started off with a trip to a local bakery where we picked out breakfast - croissants with chocolate. Afterwards, we headed to Silke's grandmother's house in Lennik where we had some champagne and snacks before lunch. Now, it was probably the champagne, but I did a very brave thing....I ate 2 (two) snails. Yes. Two. They were....interesting. And chewy.

After that once-in-a-lifetime snack, we moved on to a fabulous lunch of "Farmer's food" and ice cream for dessert. Silke's grandmother's house was full of art that she had created - it was beautiful. Silke's grandmother was also the most gracious host, and reminds me of my grandma in so many ways. From her sweet demeanor to constantly checking that everyone has what they need, I'm pretty sure Silke's grandmother and my grandmother must be related.

After that we journeyed into Brussels, where I took way too many pictures once again. We saw lots of churches - and you could tell that whoever made them was going for the awe-inspiring look. I got to see a "big" attraction in Brussels - the "pissing man". Really, he is just a small naked boy who is taking a leak. But for some reason...he's a big deal.

The streets were packed with small stores and waffle vendors. I ate a real Belgian waffle that was delicious - much sweeter than ones at home. As we walked through a street packed with restaurants, Carine (Silke's mom) told me that one of the restaurant staff asked if I was Spanish, which gives me high hopes of fitting in well in Spain.  It rained on us late in the afternoon, but don't worry. I didn't melt. Just got cold and wet.

To end the day we went to see Harry Potter pt. 2. My reactions about the movie theatre:

• You buy your ticket for a specific seat - (row 9, seat 5) - I think I liked this...it would allow me to waste more time buying popcorn before a movie.
• The seats were way more comfy than in any other theater I've been to...Lots of leg room, extra wide armrests, and cushy seats.
• There was a ten minute intermission half-way through the movie. This was one of the negatives. It was slightly weird to suddenly "pause" the movie and restart again....
• There were subtitles in French and Dutch. This part made me believe I was actually fluent in 3 languages because I could "read" (predict/follow along) with what was in the movie. This was...distracting. 

Oh, and HP7.2 was fantastic. 

We're off to Ghent for a festival tomorrow. And it should be raining. Again. Belgian weather MAY be worse than Michigan's. Maybe.

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