So I know that I am very behind on my blogging, especially since I haven't written about how Dublin was last weekend. But I will get a round to it sooner or later...I hope. I just that with each of my blogs I try not to leave anything out and I like to think a lot about what I want to say and how I want to phrase it, so things can take awhile. I do want to get in my thoughts for my weekend that just ended oh ya, about a hour ago. Shaun and I just got back from our trip to pais vasco this weekend, and rolled into Barcelona a hour before our CIEE class started. So since I have been up since 4 am (that seems to be the story of my life now, when am I not up early for traveling?) my poor body is still running on adrenaline. So might as well do a blog post right?
I also realized I really haven't talked about classes that much here in Spain. Its not that they are boring or anything, they are just more like a nuance I have to deal with and plan my traveling around (actually, that how all of us here think of them). Dah, actually one reason my bank account is RAPIDLY depleting is because CIEE wanted to try to discourage traveling on the weekends (don't ask me why, they have to go suck the fun out of everything) and decided to give us just one class on Friday. So, that means that we always have to work around getting ryanair/easyjet tickets after a specific time on Friday and coming back Sunday, which are usually the most expensive and busy travel days. But I am going off on a tanget. Here are the classes that I am currently enrolled in at Universidat Pompeu Fabra:
1) Literatura Española Contemporánea
2) Imágenes de España en el Cine Contemporáneo
3) Comunicación y Sociedad en España y Europa
My one other class is a CIEE class, called Language and Culture. So far, my communication class has been my favorite, just because my Spanish teacher is really into the history of communication and the way that media in Spain has been a reflection of Spanish society throughout the years. Its really interesting because I have never taken a communications class before, and never thought of where we get our information from, and who influences what is considered 'newsworthy'. Even more interesting is the way that the Spanish grupos mediaticos and metodos de comunicacion were affected by the dictatorships of the 19th century (Franco and Rivara, for example). Its also fascinating because we talk a ton of Spanish history, which ties into things I notice about Spain on a daily basis. My literature teacher is also one of my loves-she is pretty much the equal of a Spanish Professor Trelawney from Harry Potter. If you have no idea what I am talking about, the basic idea is that she is totally spacy, with crazy blond hair and really fragile figure, and has this really high voice that is completely mesmerizing. Like every time she starts reading poetry or explaining something, I can't pay attention because her voice is what I would imagine a wood nymph or siren from Greek mythology to sound like. My Spanish cinema teacher is also really cool. She is pregnant, but still really alternative and always wears these punk rock band t-shirts and has a cool spiky and funky haircut. Professors here are so much more chill and almost like stereotypical manifestations of the subjects they teach. While I know that is true in the US too, maybe taking classes in a different setting/culture allows you to see and notice things you never would at home. In a way, maybe strangers really are more apt to study a culture that is not their own. Its weird, because I have always thought the opposite, even though the idea of the uninvolved third-party spectator is the basic dogma of all anthropological ethnography. Such a method has just always lead the way for racism and intolerance (at least in my book). However, once again being abroad has made me question my previous assumptions about my area of study, and what anthropology in general really entails.
Anyways, to the trip.
Shaun and I left for Bilbao at wait for it...4 am. The flight was so short-only about 30 min at the most. We arrived in Bilbao tired, but surprisingly found the bus we were suppose to catch, and then the metro, and then *shocker* our hostel without any major turnarounds, freakouts, or general confusion. We were staying in a place called Pension Manores. The owner was a rather fat guy, but nice and very helpful. We came to find out we were sharing the 'matrimonial suite" which Shaun had said meant queen bed. Well as you know, nothing is Spain is as it seems/arrives when it says it does. So when we actually got into the room , we found that the 'queen' actually meant 'a large twin' and that bathroom was not included. So we had a great time joking about sharing our tiny matrimonial bed. We did have a balcony though, with weaving flowers that snaked around the iron railing and gave a birds-eye view to the street below. Bilbao is a beautiful city. The whole entire Shaun and I were there, we couldn't get over how calm and slow paced everything was. Barcelona is such a city of crowds, where you always have to be aware of who is around you, where you bag is, and where you are going. Bilbao felt so much safer. We noticed a lot more children and families than the grungy teenage street groups and sketchy arab immigrants that characterize Barcelona. It was such a nice reprieve to not have to fend of piropos (cat-calls) and stares (I blame Shaun, she had incredible long beautiful red hair, so we get attention wherever we go). Bilbao was clean, quiet, and placid. After unwinding a little, we took our homemade lunches (I am all about packing lunch for the first day in anyplace) and had a pbj lunch in a park close to our hostel. After that, we decided to head to the Guggenheim. The Guggeneheim is a museum dedicated to modern and contemporary art (thus, already a favorite). It was designed by Frank Gehry and was built in 1997. It was amazing to just stand and look at the ingenious way Gehry has railing, paneling, glass and steel (all interconnected) to create a completely organic and beautiful framework. Shaun said that the steel panels were suppose to resemble fish scales, and the building was suppose to be inspired by the movements of a fish. Because Bilboa is on the sea and once was (still kinda is) a fishing town, I like to think that explanation is right on. I also heard that the Basque government had literally poured everything they had into the building and funding of the museum, in hopes to put Bilbao on the map. I would say it did, since it is represents a "single moment in architectural culture". One art historian Matt Tyrmauer said the Guggenenheim was "one of those rare moments when critics, academics, and the general public were all completely united about something." While the outside was neat, the inside was filled with weird and enticing art from abstract expressionism to minimalism. Some of my favorites included:
Joan Jonas:
Robert Rauschenberg: Barge
However, I think Shaun's and I favorite part of the Guggenheim was a installation piece called the Matter of Time, by a American minimalist sculptor called Richard Serra. Basically this is the work below:
Its these giant sheets of rusty sheet metal that you are able to walk through. However, they all cave away from you, towards you, as you walk around and around, space becomes bigger, smaller, slanted, sideways, and crooked. In the end you get really thrown off. Shaun and I ended up getting really dizzy and walking into the sides of the walls at multiple times. It was so COOL! According to Serra, he wanted to create a work that captured the layered temporalities of reality, the diversity of the durations of time and how temporal passage is activated by rhythm. In the art piece however, there is no preferred succession of views but rather a unlimited range of experience. Time is perceptually aesthetic, psychological, emotional, non-narrative, discontinuous, fragmented, decentralized, and disorienting. Phew. Serra's work lets the spectator to perceive evolution through the sculpted forms, from his relatively simple double ellipse to the more complex spiral. The final two works in this evolution are built from sections of toruses, spirals and spheres to create environments with differing effects on the viewer's movement and perception.Wow.
After the Guggenheim, we were mentally worn out. Too much modern art can make your brain hurt a lot. So we went back and napped. Afterwards, we had our first pinxchos experience. The pais vasco, aka Bilbao, San Sebastian, is famous for their amazing food. It is know as the best culinary experience of all of Spain (seafood, sun, and fuuuunn). Pinxchos are basically like tapas. They are small and snack-like, and are stuck with a small stick in the middle. In the old days, you would just go into the small little caverns that line the cobblestone streets of Bilbao, pick up whatever pinxchos you like that are spread out on the bar and at the end, would count up how many sticks you have to pay for your meal. Today, as we learned, its a mix of just pushing your way through the crowd of drinking Spaniards, pointing at something that look vaguely good, or asking for a plate and just going at it yourself. You can imagine how intimidating this is. First, being American means being polite and having lots of personal space. That is the first two things you have to get over. As Shaun and I learned, walking into a crowded bar with about 100 Spaniards socializing, drinking, and yelling orders in Spanish/ Basque is intimidating to say the least. Just to get to the bar most times required pushing, perdonas, and strategical navigating. Then once you get there, you are like "oh crap, now what?". Most of the time we ended up just saying "uno de este" or "algo con queso", and got whatever was handed to us. Sometimes, the person behinds the counter just says "cogalo" aka, grab its yourself, or they would take it away and it flew off the the kitchen to be heated (or where the magic was worked) until it arrived at us 10 min later. I have never had so many good things at one time in may life. I will get to that more later. Actually, the first night we were so tired we ended up eating at a Asian Place called Old Shanghi, where I was actually able to find tofu! As later, we found a hot dog place (for Shaun of course) and a tex-mex place for me! Haha, very unexpected to see "tex-mex" written in basque. But there was a sign with a little Mexican guy in a sombrero riding a donkey, which is like the universal image for "cheap mexican food". Later we walked around, got some drinks, and took in the Spanish night life. Basically this consisted of people cramming into pinxcho places, and when there was no more rooming, spilling in the streets to smoke, drink and generally hang out. It was rowdy and festive, but most awesome because it was the first completely local experience I have had here in Spain. There were generally no tourists, as its still winter and the off season.
The next day we had breakfast at the most AMAZING dairy place I have ever eaten from. Like literally, I think they had a whole bunch of cows literally behind the counted just churning out yogurt, arroz con leche, and other glorious dairy foodstuffs. Add that to the crescent rolls that they were backing right in front of the window, and we found ourselves in a dangerous situation of overstuffing ourselves. We made it to the bus station to catch our bus to San Sebastian with time to spare, though it was a little stressful actually figuring out what bus was ours. Since Spain functions on a whole different timetable than that of the US, you can really never expect anything to arrive on time. Couple that with the fact that there really is no board or anything announcing when buses are coming or leaving, and you can find yourself in a difficult situation. We finally realized that of course, the bus we were taking was not going to say a destination name on it (since that makes sense) but rather some different weird route number and then random towns that the bus passes through. But we got on finally after a minor freakout, and were on our way to San Sebastian. The drive through the Spanish countryside was beautiful. Shaun said she was getting homesick (a native of Boise, Idaho) since the hills and mountains reminded her of the Montana and Idaho. So there is some reference as to how beautiful the mountains were. We once again, were able to find out hostel just from taking the city bus from the bus station without incident (we are getting pretty good at this!). Strangely, as soon as a say I am from Texas to the hostel guy as we are checking in, he pulls out at UT shirt! Literally, he had gotten it from a UT professor that comes to San Sebastian every summer for the surf. I just thought it was the most random and hilarious thing ever. Since it was off season, we were able to have a whole room to ourselves (no sharing a cramped 'queen' sized matrimonial suite this time). But as it turns out, we later find that there is no hot water (guess how that first shower was) and that the lights turn out every 10 seconds. Oh hosteling....
That night it was raining pretty hard, but Shaun and I decided to brave the elements and go out for pinchxos. And boy did we. We hit up three pinxcho places, each time fighting our way to the bar, being brave and ordering whatever looked appetizing. If only I could remember the real names for everything, but I will sum it up as how our conversation went:
Me: "That fried cheese-blob thing with the green stuff looks good"
Shaun: "Ok, and how about some of that shrimp with hair of it?
Me: "Ew, what is that?"
Shaun: "I dunno, but it looks like they cover it with some kinda sauce, can't be that bad"
Me: "Alrighty, how do you say 'is that cooked?'. Wait, how about that mayonnaise-shrimp-bread combo over there?"
And so the conversation goes. As you can imagine, its easy to get carried away with pinxchos. Which we did. We also ended up going to a seafood place, where there were mussels from 3E. Not my favorite, and I quote Shaun when we decided there "was to be no Spanish lovers tonight" because of how much vinagre (vinager) the seafood was covered with. Mmmmmm. San Sebastian is also famous from its drink called Kalimotxo, which is basically red wine mixed with coke and lemon. Followed with a glass of Sidria, or the famous sweet and tangy basque cider, I say we were feeling pretty good at this point. With one last pinxchos stop were we were greeted by a familiar exclamation "guapas guapas!!" (pretty girls, pretty girls!). That night ended with two very fully stomachs and a change from jeans into more forgiving leggings, which were our pants of choice for the rest of the trip.
Pinxcho time!
Thankful the next day it was beautiful outside, and the seaside harbor the San Sebastian tempted us to walk to up to Monte Urguell, a outcropping and beautiful mirador that offered views of the main beach, La Concha, and the small island within San Sebastian's bay. It was so entirely relaxing, with no crowds or city-hassling vendors. Instead, we came upon families lying on the grass in the sun, or couples sitting together on the rocks just enjoying the view. In fact, for the first time I was liking a place outside of Barcelona more so than the city I have spent the past 2 months in. Maybe I just needed a break from the city atmosphere, or maybe I just forgot what it is like to be surrounded by trees and grass, but the walk up the old battalion-fort of Monte Urguell, and the mossy rocks, azure water, and salty spray had me thinking about living in San Sebastian. After lunch (and as I worked in a giant chocolate gelato cone), we walked to the other side of town called Gros. While not a touristy area, we were amazing to find that almost nothing was open. While we knew that it was Sunday, we couldn't believe that how so many people stop working all together, and just simply strolled along side the harbor either smoking or eating a croissant. I tell you, the Spanish may not have the best economy, but they sure know how to enjoy life. We continued to walk along the shore line, and spent our last hour before our bus was to take us back to Bilbao with our faces in the sun, commenting on the bella epoca architecture, and overall taking the colorful boats that bobbed up and down on the clear water.
San Sebastian, view from Monte Urguell
We returned to Bilboa and made our way back to our first hostel Sunday night. We were greeted by the owner again, and realized that like San Sebastian, people just didn't work on Sunday. So for dinner, we got pretty lucky when we actually found a buffet place that offered a huge salad and pasta bar down a random side street- they actually had mac and cheese!!! That night, we had a girls night in and shared a bottle of 2E wine on our balcony while watching a movie on Shaun's iphone. Yup, you can imagine the fun that was. Coming back this morning was nothing eventful, other than our cab driver was 15 min late to pick us up for the airport. I don't think Shaun has gotten the idea that when you say "5:10 am" people, aka cab drivers, arn't going to show up till 5:25 . I think she about to have a break down if our guy didn't come when he did, thank god he finally showed because there was no one on the road when we finally were driving to the airport.
Well that is the super condensed version of my weekend. I actually have to go study for my first actual test I have this year (*gasp* what I have to do work?!?!), which I am not looking forward to in the least. I should put pictures up soon, so stay updated on the side links.
PS: will I still be accepted into the family when I am 20 pounds overweight? Thanks pinxchos...