11.17.2010

Halloween in Spain and randomness



Spaniards should be banned from watching stereotypical American movies.  Why, you ask?  Because American women are not all loose, all Americans don’t own guns, all Americans aren't white and Halloween costumes don't have to be scary.  I tried to convince my students of this...and I’m pretty sure they thought I was lying. 

Consequently, the next day they all came dressed as little hellions i.e. Witches, zombies and vampires.

I, on the other hand, was a fairy princess.  Ironically enough I was the only white thing in a sea of black...see what I did there?


In other news,  I applied for my spanish bank account after being here for two weeks.  Jesus (yes the guy who opened my account was called Jesus [pronounced hey-sus]) told me I would receive my check card in the mail.  When two weeks went by, I went back into my local branch and spoke to Jesus who informed me that my card was on its way to the states.  He apologized and fixed the problem.  I received my card three days later.

The funny thing about the card is, you have to call in and activate it and they send you you PIN in four business days.  So I call in, activate my card and the lady promises to
send my card in a few business days...no I couldn’t get anything more specific.

Two and a half weeks later I go into the local branch and explain to the woman that I’ve been waiting for my pin and have had zero access to my money.  She looks me up in the system and discovers that my PIN had been sent...TO THE STATES!

Santander is not a baby bank, in fact its one of the biggest in Spain.  Thus far all I’ve seen is incompetence.  If I walk into a LOCAL branch and open an account why in the halibut would they send my card/PIN to the U.S. I’m OBVIOUSLY not there to pick it up.

Anyway.

I’ve met a few random people in the last few weeks.  The most notable being a guy from Cameroon, who apparently knew jack squat (nothing) about the slave trade.  When I first met the dude, he asked where I was from.

Me:  los Estados Unidos.

Dude: yes...but origin.

Me: I was born in the states.  My parents were born in the states.  Their parents were born in the states.  Their parents were born in the states.  I’m from the states.

Dude:  but where were they from?

Me: seriously?  My ancestors were slaves.  I have no idea.

Dude (slowly getting it): Oh. 

Yeah.

P.S.A. Most African-Americans do not know their origin.  We aren’t lying and just saying ‘the states’ because we think its cool.  It’s cool that you know where your from; mad props to you. 

I’m American.  End of story.















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10.12.2010

Aranjuez y Cristobal Colon

The trick is to keep moving forward, to let go of the fear and the regret that slow us down and keep us from enjoying a journey that will be over too soon. Yes, there will be unexpected bends in the road, shocking surprises we didn't see coming... but that's really the point, don't you think? 
---Mary Alice




Yes, I was on my balcony in a towel.  Yes, my neighbors saw it.

































10.11.2010

Week three, new life

The last week has been a huge blur.  I’m terrible at updating my blog, so I adopted a little yellow bird to tweet in my ear whenever I start slacking.  My little yellow bird starting chirping this morning so here goes.

Three weeks into this new life I’ve found a wonderful flat with incredible flatmates --three lovely girls from the UK  who will probably increase my alcohol tolerance and have me saying things like ‘knickers’ and ‘plasters’ instead of ‘underwear’ and ‘bandaids’-- new friends and a restaurant around the corner that sells decent doner kebabs.

Using my passable spanish and lots of gestures, I’ve gotten a phone and a bank account.  Big ups to the Emory Spanish department for hookin a sista up with a bomb education. 

I’ve acquired two stalkers, chronic foot pains and a new attitude.  Anywhere else some of the things that have gone down would shake my cool...but even when I’m wandering the streets of Madrid, barefoot, at five in the morning I’m overwhelmed by this feeling that I’m in the right place doing the right thing.

My new study space?



The gardens of Atocha

 Ten minutes away...el Parque del Buen Retiro




Monumento al Rey Alfonso

El Palacio de Cristal








Two minutes away, Queen Sofia Museum (Museo de la Reina Sofia)
Guernica
Francis Picabia

Francia Picabia
Picasso
Horacio Ferrer
Dali
Velasco

Ponce de Leon...a self portrait apparently.

And the single most beautiful painting I have ever seen…
Un Mundo by Angeles Santos Torroella c 1929




I want to buy this and put it in my future living room...here's hoping :)


...my feet hurt...

Next week I'll put up pics of the school and my kids, if they dont eat me alive...