18.2.08

Granada, Spain

Sorry for the delay on this blog post! On a week-long vacation in Andalusia Spain I took over 1400 photos so it really has taken me this long to sort through them and photoshop the ones I want to put up on the blog. So here they are.
Last Sunday I went to the airport in Paris and met the two other teaching assistants who would be traveling with me. It was the first time any of us had met, other than sending some emails back and forth before the trip. Luckily neither of them seemed like axe-murders. To the contrary they seemed like, and turned out to be, great travel partners. Anyway... we got on our flight and in two hours we had left the cold and cloudy north of France and were landing amid a massive olive field (which we would later learn can describe the entire south of Spain.) Welcome to Granada!The weather was fabulously warm and sunny so after checking into our hostel we took off to explore this very laid back and hippie-friendly city. We grabbed some lunch and sat in the plaza in front of the cathedral to eat while being serenaded. It was a great welcome.
Oranges are incredibly prelevent in southern Spain. Everywhere you go there are oranges for sale, oranges smashed on the ground and orange trees lining city streets. For three people from the mid to northern realms of the USA this was quite intriguing.
So intriguing in fact that Michael decided to pick an orange off one of the street-lining trees.
Unfortunately they are horrendously sour. But it was worth the experience. We each tried a slice, but I don't think I'd recommend it.
We went on to see the statue of Columbus and Queen Isabella. Very important to this city since it's where the explorer asked permission to try his theory at the end of the 15th century. The photo of us is nice, but you can't really see the statue. I think we're more interesting and attractive than they are anyway...
Next we decided to take a hike to the top of one of the hills that surround the town for a view as the sun started to set. On the way up we encountered some of Granada's stray dogs.
And a very large set of stairs that let almost all the way up to the top.
And incredibly large plants from the cactus family. We spent a good portion of the afternoon just sitting at the top with a substantial group of locals. We headed back down eventually and went on a fantastic tapas tour, which our hostel organized. Tapas is a southern Spanish tradition. In the evenings, usually around 9pm, people go out for a drink and something to eat. Tapas are generally smaller portions of traditionally Spanish dishes. In Granada they come free with your purchase of a beer. Elsewhere you pay for the beer and the food. On our tour I believe my favorite was fried aubergine (eggplant) with honey. Amazing!
The next morning we purchased train tickets for our departure the following day and set out to see the massive cathedral in Granada. The stained glass was particularly impressive.
Then we headed for the Alhambra, the top tourist sight in the city. It sits on the top of a hill just next to the city. It was once the home of the Moorish kings, who ruled what is today southern Spain for centuries. These Islamic peoples from northern Africa had quite the knack for creating amazing buildings and gardens. So incredible were the buildings that the Christians didn't destroy them when they conquered the Moors in the early 16th century. The Alhambra, and therefore Granada, was the last stronghold of the Moors.
Everything is perfectly detailed. The stone work, the tiles, the floors, the gardens, everything.
Muslim law prohibits decorating with images, so mosaic designs and scripture from the Qu'ran is all there is at the Alhambra (and any other Muslim building you might see). This is the symbol for "Allah" and it appears in the Alhambra several thousand times.
A perfect example of the detail at the Alhambra. This is one of the many courtyards and that entire wall is covered with decoration.
Erika sat and enjoyed the view of Granada from the fortress on the hill.
Even the Alhambra's windows are decorated intricately and delicately. The design also provides a bit more shade from the hot summer sun without blocking too much light or the breeze. While we were there it was around 50 degrees so it wasn't really an issue, but I can imagine it at the end of July.
Besides having stray dogs in the town, the Alhambra seemed to have a plethora of stray cats who enjoyed looking regal while sunning themselves.
Another good example of the decorative work that covers the Alhambra, without using and images of things Allah has made, just designs and scriptures.
The mosaics were still brightly colored and, I think, a bit reminiscent of a pattern that was probably also popular in the 1960s.
We climbed higher to soak up more sun and views of the white city.
Then we headed to the summer palace, which is ironically located just next to the main palace, to explore the extensive gardens.
The Sierra Nevada mountains were in the background in all their snow-capped glory. The Alhambra is literally between a mountain and a river. After a very full and tiring afternoon at the Alhambra we headed back to the hostel early.
On our last morning in Granada we visited a Romanesque monastery on the outskirts of town, by the university and then enjoyed some fabulous churros in the center of town.
This may very well be my favorite food in Spain, so perhaps it's good I don't live there. That would be very dangerous.
And after our churro meal we packed up and walked to the train station for a beautiful ride through the Spanish countryside. Passing hundreds of thousands of olive trees and majestic mountains we headed to our next adventure in Cordoba.
My overall impressions of Granada are that it's a very laid back city with a million and one things to do in the region. I definitely could have spent my entire vacation here with day trips to the beach and the mountains. It did get quite cold once the sun went down, so I was glad we were heading farther south towards the warmth. I would highly recommend Granada to anyone thinking of going to Spain and you have to stay at the Oasis hostel there. By far the best hostel I've ever stayed at.
I'll keep going on the photos and try and have Cordoba and Sevilla up before Thursday when Jared comes to visit!!

9.2.08

Espagne

I'm off to sunny southern Spain. See you all in a week!

6.2.08

Fiasco or "Quel horreur!"

Note to all Americans: When you have written the time of your first-ever tutoring session as 15h-17h be sure to take careful note of the "1"s at the beginning. In short, that means you need to arrive at 3 o'clock, not 5 o'clock.
This mistake was all mine. I didn't miss my session because my boss called me. I was supposed to be at her office as she had offered to drive me over to the school and go with me for my first day. At ten to 3 she called and asked where I was. Oh, and did I mention she was calling as I was sitting down to plan the lesson? I thought I had 2 hours, which is more than enough time to plan a lesson. Needless to say I threw things in a bag, threw shoes on (that in NO way matched anything else I was wearing) and broke human speed records on foot to where she was picking me up.
My boss was not a happy camper when I got in the car. This is a brand new client for her and she wants to make a good impression. It's also my first official job with her and one things they stress in Job and Grad School Search (an utterly ridiculous and time-wasting class my alma mater requires so they can justify someone's presence on campus) is NOT to ever be late, let alone on your first day.
After saying "Je suis tres desolee" approximately a billion and one times we arrived at the school where no one seemed to care. Then they took us back to the "room" I was to be using. As we walk in the building our guide points to a door and tells us it's the women's bathroom... since there are no women they keep it locked, but I can just ask for a key if I need it. Note to self: use bathroom before coming to class because if it's been locked and there aren't any women in the place I think we can all guess when the last time that bathroom was cleaned. (Answer: never) Then we walk through the shop. And by shop I mean as in high school shop class. There are tools and machinery I have never seen just lying about helter skelter. And then we enter the room. My boss is giving me a look that can only be described as a cross between I'm sorry, good luck, and oh s*!t. Great way to start, eh?
The class is made up of 7 guys and me. They range in age from 22 - 45 and their English skills are just as varied. Surprisingly it all went off rather well! I was able to pull enough material out of thin air to suffice and the guys were so nice and laid back that it all worked. It's a bit obvious that they aren't particularly interested in this English class and if I were older or more on the male side I don't think they'd be interested at all, but whatever works.
So that was my first class. No class next week, seeing as I'll be in Spain, but I can assure you that I'll be overly-prepared and about a year early for class in two weeks!!

Random Observations

A wave of tornadoes in February... yeah the planet is totally normal guys. Al Gore must be off his rocker. Mother nature's not pissed at all...

You know what annoys me? People who work out with their hair down. If your hair isn't out of your face how good a workout can you really be getting? Seriously. Oi.

Inconsiderate people who play annoying music annoying loud make me want to hurt them.

I'm really nervous about my first tutoring lesson tonight with my new job.

I can't believe it's February already! January went really quickly and I can only hope that February, March, April, May and June go as quickly.

An Australian accent is absolutely fabulous. I wish I was Australian.

My CAF money finally came through! :) Who knew that I would ever be excited to be receiving welfare?

If I don't leave for the pool right now I'm going to be late. And I always seem to be late when I'm meeting Danielle and I feel like crap about that so I'm gonna take off. Ciao!

4.2.08

Lost Observation

So I just finished watching the first episode of the new season of Lost. Of all the questions I could, and probably should, have the only one I can think of is: "How do they advertise for some of these character actors?" Do you put an ad up saying "Looking for creepy SOB to play role of crazy person. Must have bug eyes, abnormally off-center features and a voice that instills the fear of God in children and animals." I'm not sure how else they find these people!!

Tower of Cynicism

Despite my cold, and the cold, Danielle and I decided to climb the cathedral's tower on Sunday. What can I say? When it's free, I'm there. I'm sure Danielle won't be happy with me for the first photo, but I think it's an excellent picture of her.
The climb up is odd. Rather dark and clastrophobic. The stairs get narrower towards the top and, since the stone stairs are several centuries old, they're worn down and smooth. It's also a very short area. I know people were smaller when the cathedral was built, but I almost have to duck!
The city looks a bit different in the winter. The fall was obviously more colorful, but I think the town just looks sad and lonely now. It is in a way though. The chartrains are wussy about weather. None of them would ever survive an Ada winter. But the wet cold seems to keep the vast majority of people at home.

Since my camera batteries didn't fail this time, I was able to get some better pictures of the gargoyles and chimaeras. The photo below is of a chimaera. That's an beast made up different animals meant as decoration to scare off evil spirits.
A gargoyle on the other hand is used a drainage system. The backs have a ditch for water and the water comes out the mouths. A rather decorative gutter if you will.

After coming in from the cold, after a long, tiring and diziing spiral down, I took some better shots of the windows in the cathedral. The blue color is the speciality of the cathedral.

In other news, my cold continues and the French have officially started to convert me. The cynicism that the French are rightfully known for is being to show itself in me. The cathedral bells are becoming annoying. When I first arrived it was incredible to hear them and think it was the same bell that people hundreds of years ago listened to. Now it's just another annoyance that interrupts my lessons with no warning and rudely wakes me up on Sunday mornings. Last week the woman in line behind us at the grocery store got irrationally upset at the wait because they had to do a price check on one of Danielle's items. She started the French sigh, so I gave her a French shrug back and Danielle said "Tant pis" (too bad). I know that I just have a cold. It can't be cured by antibiotics, but I am strangely compelled to go to the doctor and have them perscribe me something. Hopefully my American optimism is still somewhere, but I think it might be hibernating. It stands out too much here.

1.2.08

Resumes and Renewals

I didn't mention this about my new job, but she did require me to give her a resume. In French it's called a CV. Different than a typical American CV, it's just one page and only covers the most important stuff. The word "resume" in French means an overview or a summary of something. My boss requested it be in French and french style. Little did I know just how different that was! For starters, you're required to attach a photograph of yourself. And your age, the place you were born, your marital status, if you have any children and after that it begins to look like what we would consider a regular resume. So let's count the number of laws it would break in America to require that kind of resume... shall we? I handed it to her and she said it was good, but I still thought it was odd.
Secondly, I got an email today from the woman at the "school system". Attached was a form. The email said "Just wanted to make sure everyone had the form to renew your contract" (paraphrased). I'm not sure I've ever clicked the delete button so fast in my whole life. But that email also officially means that I'm halfway done! And I think it's amazing that it took me that long, but now I have a million and one things to do. I'm almost too busy... and for those of you that know me, that's how I operate best! :)
Hope everyone has a fabulous weekend. A la semaine prochaine!