jueves, 23 de junio de 2011

How Spain has changed my life in terms of food….

Where to begin? Many people, myself included, thought I would have issues in Spain eating; because, as many people say although I disagree, I am a picky eater. I know many a pickier eater than myself. I’m always willing to try new things, I’m not opposed to having to pick out the things I don’t like and set them aside, and I know that if I don’t like what is being served in my house that I go without and I’m fine with that. However, there are just some foods out there that I don’t like, or at least thought I didn’t.

Water. I know it sounds silly, but I’ve never liked water that much and would only drink it as a last resort. I drank at least 2 glasses of water almost every day I was in Spain. I came to the US with the intention of keeping up this good habit only to realize that tap water here is still as disgusting as always. It’s a work in process but I’m drinking more water than I used to while home, so it’s a start. 


Coffee. Aside from super sugary iced coffee drinks from McDonalds, Dunkin Donuts, or Minerva’s Café at my home campus library, I didn’t really ever touch coffee.  That has changed. I drank a fair amount of coffee in Spain, either from the vending machine, a café, or at my boyfriend’s place. In fact my first week home from Spain I had a cup every day in the morning. Now not so much, as I’m realizing that the coffee here isn’t as awesome as it is and Spain and no matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to make it the same way as my boyfriend. So I’ve kind of given up on my once a day habit of coffee, but still drink it more than before.


In fact as far as beverages (non-alcoholic, of course) in Spain, I lived off of water, coffee, orange juice, and Coca-Cola. It was nice. And most of the time I just drank water so I was always super hydrated and not consuming pointless calories; which I assume contributed to my weight loss, or at least the appearance of weight loss….


Oranges. I was never a huge fan of oranges as a kid, or rather any citrus fruit with orange color. I didn’t even like orange juice, but that has changed over the last few years. So while in Spain I decided to give the little orange like things in the fruit basket a try; and I love them. In fact, upon returning to the US I requested that my mother buy me a box of clementines. She was shocked, but I ate them all.  And I’m pretty sure my 2 a day habit in Spain helped boost my immune system. I only got sick once in Spain, and as you may recall, it was my fist week there.





Onions. I’ve never been a huge fan of onions. I’d eat them finely chopped in hamburgers or in my aunt’s macaroni salad, but that’s about it. Then I discovered the glory of the Spanish onion which is a little sweeter than the one’s in the US, and onions just don’t seem that bad anymore. I eat them a little more than I used to and nearly every time dream of Kebab….




Beans. My idea of beans used to consist of green beans, wax(yellow) beans,  and lima beans (all of which I like) and then baked beans, kidney beans, red beans, and jelly beans (all of which I don’t like). So generally I tell people I don’t like beans. But in Spain, I decided not to tell my host mother of my unusual taste buds so I would have to try new food. Well I tried beans. Alubias. Big white ones...they’re ok if seasoned properly. Then in some Brazilian food I tried this other time of bean that I don’t know what the name of it was, but they were delicious. So now I tell people I like beans because I have come to the conclusion that there are so many kinds of beans out there you may as well try them all and decide from there.







Lentils. I had never had lentils in my life until about a week before leaving for Spain, and once I got to Spain I ate a lot more. Needless to say I like them.








Ham. If you get the right kind, its better in Spain. Example- Jamón Ibérico= Delicious. Jamón Serano…well, good luck getting past the smell… Jamón York= Standard deli ham same as here in the US but seems kind of lousy after you've had the good stuff.




Cheese. I always ate it melted in Spain, just like home in the US. But it Italy I did have some uncooked mozzarella on a Panini and in my dinner with the mafia I tried some that wasn’t that bad either. I still don’t think I’ll be able to eat raw cheese (aside from cheese curd) in the US. The majority of it is way too processed to be good without melting it first.




Things with tentacles and large shrimp. 
You don’t taste bad, but you creep me out. 
I’m still going to avoid eating you.





Tomatoes. I still don’t like them raw. End of story.

Faith’s Butterfly….

I should have explained this sooner, but it has come to my attention that every time I show my pictures to people I get asked “What’s with the butterfly?” I can only assume that those of you who have seen my pictures here in my blog were thinking the same thing. Long story short, the day before I left for Spain I stopped by my Dad’s house to drop something off for him and upon seeing me my adorable 5 year old sister exclaimed:

 “Allonah I have something for you!” 

“What is it Faith?!?”

“I made you a butterfly. Do you like it?”

“It’s beautiful Faith. Do you want me to take it to Spain with me?”

“Yeah!”

I didn’t know what I was going to do with a popsicle stick butterfly in Spain, but I brought it with me  anyways. I figured at the least I could show it to her while talking on Skype to prove that I had it with me. Almost a month into the trip it occurred to me that this butterfly could be used like a Flat Stanly and I decided to take pictures of it in Spain. Eventually, I will put all of those pictures into a scrap book album for Faith. But for now I’ve just decided to reminisce a little and share some of my amazing pictures of Spain with Faith’s Butterfly. 


Madrid- Almudena Cathedral

Madrid- National Palace

Toledo- Cathedral







Toledo- Arab (Visigoth) Arch

Toledo- Beautiful view
Salamanca- Cathedral

Salamanca- Plaza Mayor

Cordoba- View of the city with the Cathedral/Mosque

Cordoba- Inside the Mosque

Cordoba- Altar inside the Cathedral/Mosque

Granada- Puerta del vino
Granada- Patio de los Arrayanes

Granada- Walking around

Sevilla- Alcazar and gardens

Sevilla- Inside the Alcazar/ Palace

Sevilla- La Giralda

Segovia- Aqueduct

Segovia- Alcazar/Palace


 
 
Segovia- Cathedral






Segovia- Alcazar/ Palace

Barcelona- Sagrada Familia

Barcelona- Casa Battlo







Barcelona- Arc de Triomf

Barcelona- National Palace

Barcelona- Harbor area

Merida- Roman Colosseum

Merida- Roman Theatre

miércoles, 15 de junio de 2011

Adjusting to life back in the States...

It’s hard to believe I’ve been home for a little over two weeks now. The time goes so slow, yet so fast; mainly because I don’t have much left of it before I go off to my next adventure.  People have asked me what the hardest part about readjusting is but I don’t know what to tell them. I've always been a very laid-back, go with the flow type of person; so I haven't had any major problems, it’s just the little things that get me.  

I took my time getting my sleep schedule back on track but even that wasn’t that bad. It was actually kind of nice to get to bed early for once, and then waking up earlier gives you more sunlight in your day. But I did miss not having a social life for a week when most of my friends were still super night owls like I used to be.

So many people think of me as a picky eater and thought I was going to have trouble with the food in Spain, and I guess I was a little concerned myself; but now I miss Spanish food and how culturally different it is to eat a meal in Spain. Two words: comida and tapas. I promise that a future article will be dedicated to how Spain has changed my ideas on food. 

In Spain I missed having a car, not for city travel, but for weekend trips so I could be on my own and not worry about a bus schedule. The first time I got back into my car it dawned on me that I would have to drive everywhere again. Ogdensburg is not Salamanca. There is not a central area where everything you could possibly ever need is and the only thing close to it isn’t even a pedestrian zone. You can’t walk to a café, mainly because there aren’t any, but also because there aren’t any within an acceptable walking distance in America. In Spain everything in the entire city of Ogdensburg would be within an acceptable walking distance while in America we drive to get something 3 blocks away.  And when I do go to a coffee shop I am reminded that everything is bigger in America. Even though I only want a café con leche about the size of a double espresso shot, it comes in a large coffee mug, and isn’t nearly as good as the coffee in Spain. 

I just miss the simplicity of it all. I had nothing with me in Spain aside from some clothes, a few folders and binder clips, a pen, shoes, my laptop and Kindle. I only had what I used, and used rather often. Here I have so many things that I don’t need. I’ve known I need to simplify the clutter in my life for a while and living in Spain showed me how little I need.  I’m happy with just the basics and enough money in my pocket to travel a little and have a good time.  

And in the end, I miss being on vacation, relatively stress free with just a little school work to think of. But don’t worry; I know that it’s back to the real world. I’ve already been working for 3 weeks I have for “summer vacation” before going off to Middlebury College for French School, or camp, depending on how you look at it. I know it’s going to be a great time, but it’s also going to be a time when I’m losing money. So needless to say I’ve been working as many hours as they will let me. It will all be worth it, I’m thinking of saving my money to buy a ticket back to Spain… ;)

miércoles, 1 de junio de 2011

My last day in Salamanca (take 2)


After my trip to Italy, I stayed in a hostel in Madrid for two days. But instead of staying in Madrid all the time, I hopped a bus to go back to Salamanca for a day…and it was wonderful!!!!!!! It was a gorgeous day, sunny and warm with a light breeze, absolutely perfect. I picked up a few more souvenirs, got lunch with a friend, and walked around a bit taking pictures.  Something one of my Spanish friends has been telling me: It’s not the place, it’s the people; the places are always there, the people aren’t.  This is becoming more and more apparent to me all the time, and it was especially apparent this last day in Salamanca. I love the place, but it was easier to leave knowing it will always be there; what had changed about it was that not all of my friends were there. There were no tears leaving this time, just a calm assurance that I will return again. 

I’ve found some nice quotes about Salamanca by famous authors that I’ve been meaning to share. Now I guess would be a good time.

One of the most famous quotes on Salamanca that can be found all over the city was written by Miguel de Cervantes in the Quijote. Cervantes makes several references to Salamanca in this work.

 ¨Salamanca que enhechiza la voluntad de volver a ella a todos los que la apacibilidad de su vivienda han gustado¨
Really old Spanish with a really rough translation of:
Salamanca makes anyone who enjoyed its modest home want to return. 

A plaque with Cervantes' quote


Miguel de Unamuno served as president of the University of Salamanca for many years; he wrote:

 ¨Es una fiesta para los ojos y para el espíritu
Ver la ciudad como poso del cielo en la tierra de las aguas del Tormes¨ 

“It’s a feast for the eyes and soul
To see the city as dregs of heaven on earth in the waters of the Tormes (river)”

A view of the Cathedral from the other side of Rio Tormes


…and…

¨Oh Salamanca, entre tus piedras de oro
Aprendieron a amar los estudiantes¨ 

“Oh Salamanca, among your golden stones
Students learn to love”

A view of the Cathedral from the common make out garden


Víctor Hugo was a little more objective in his evaluation of Salamanca:

Salamanca reposa sonriente sobre sus tres colinas
Duerme al son de las mandolinas
Y se despierta sobresaltada por el griterío de sus estudiantes

Salamanca sits smiling on her three hills
Sleeps to the sound of mandolins
And wakes up startled by the shouting of its students

Last picture of the Plaza Mayor....for now ;)


Common phrase in Latin about Salamanca that can also be seen around the city:

Quod natura non dat, Salamantica non praestat

What nature doesn’t give, Salamanca doesn’t lend.

Roman Bridge and Poppy flowers