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Sunday, October 31, 2010

All NaNoWriMo's Eve

Happy Halloween, folks!

They don’t really celebrate Halloween in Spain but I youtubed “Hocus Pocus” and caught “Casper” on tv to get my fix. And tonight, I stuck my head out the window and it smelled like Fall at home and it was like a Halloween miracle.

They do, however, celebrate All Saint’s Day here so I have no work tomorrow. What will I do with my free time?

NaNoWriMo. Tomorrow marks the start of National Novel Writing Month. NaNoWriMo is an open invitation to all interested would-be-writers to write 50,000 words (aka a novel) in one month. November 1st-November 30th. I have attempted NaNo once before when I was a Junior in High School. I loved the experience all though I “failed” miserably with only about 20,000 words. Every year since I’ve been so busy with school and life that NaNo has been an impossibility.

This year, things are different. I actually have a lot of free time—too much free time—and I need something to distract me from my unhappiness here. I have no idea if I’ll make it to anywhere near 50,000 words but I am really genuinely excited to try. I am looking forward to having a purpose, an inspiring way to spend my time, and to get back into the swing of creative writing (hello, I majored in it!)

Now I just need to stock up on coffeecoffeecoffee, bookmark key resources like a thesaurus and NaNo pep talks, stretch out my hands and prepare for lots of typing, and come up with a plot idea...haha, you know, minor details.

I'm posting about this both because it's a big exciting deal for me and because I'm hoping having made my plans public will motivate me to keep writing.

Now the real question is, will NaNoWriMo be a trick or treat?

Edited to Add: If you're doing NaNo too, let's be writing buddies! I'm registered under Kayemeye.

Saturday, October 30, 2010

I love rainy days (mostly).

This is my day today.




"Rain rain don't go away, the sun can come back another day

Rainy day please stay."

Reading. Tea. "Hocus Pocus" to get my fill of Halloween. Writing. A little Scripture. More tea. Music music music.

I love a good rainy day cozied up inside.

But...
"Well I am 3,000 miles from a rainy day with my dearest loved ones."
I am pretty homesick.

Friday, October 29, 2010

What's new?

I really love hearing other people's happy news. I know that sounds like something people just say to sound like good human beings, but I genuinely mean it. When I'm having a bad day, sharing in a little piece of someone else's happiness gives me a boost. I mean...remember my reaction to my sister's pregnancy? And yesterday I was over the moon for my girl Lauren, who is buying a house. I'm also super excited (and, ok, a lot jealous) for my KS Shannon who is going to a Kate Nash concert.

Here are some happy tid-bits from my day:
-A very kind bank employee did not make me feel like an idiot for standing in line to deposit a check when it turns out you deposit them to the ATM and then took extra time to walk me through the process and make sure I understood it.
-Read Harry Potter y el Prisionero de Azkaban at the library.
-Finally got up enough confidence to order chicken at the meat counter AND fruits and vegetables (you have to be assisted with those here.) Ordered way too much chicken since I wasn't sure how much a kilo would be (I got half a kilo) but I will freeze it and be all set.
-Jammed out to the new Taylor Swift album while cleaning my room.

Please comment and share any happy news you have with me! I really want to know! I don't care if it's big or small.

Here's some happy news for us all: It's Friday!

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

If Only...

…When people had disputes, instead of throwing around foul language and malicious threats, we all expressed ourselves like an Austen character:

“I take no leave of you … I send no compliments to your mother…I am most seriously displeased.” --Pride and Prejudice

I mean, really, BURN.

And speaking of that fine novel, which I am just about to finish re-reading, I pretty much want to punch Lydia in the face all of the time. Can I get an ‘Amen’?

P.S.: Oh the irony of me complimenting the art of intelligent insults and then following up with something as elementary as “punch Lydia in the face.” This kind of hypocrisy is a talent, my friend.

P.P.S.: Do you like the film versions of Pride and Prejudice? Which? I prefer the Colin Firth/Jennifer Ehle version, although Keira Knightley’s is all right as well. She is just not Elizabeth Bennet to me and Colin Firth will always be my Mr. Darcy. Of course, the actress playing Jane in the Keira version is a drastic improvement on the BBC Jane. Anyway, now that I am finishing the novel I wish I had the BBC version to watch!

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Happy Birthday!

Jen,



for your birthday I wish you: The worlds largest pizza (or at least one large enough to beat Woodbury’s record), no goat attacks, drinks that taste pink (but we better stick with pink lemonade for Splinter’s sake), a free pass on a good “woo” session, a little money for fez, and all the joy and blessings in the world.

You’re the best sister in the world, and if anyone tries to argue with me, I’ll revert back to five years of age and stick my fingers in my ears and refuse to listen. Or as the case may be, cover my eyes and refuse to read. Anyway, what I’m trying to say is…sorry for all of those times I bit you. We good?

No, what I’m really trying to say is that you are a beautiful quarter-century old woman and I have always looked up to you. Sometimes I still can’t believe that we’re both what they call “grown-up” (I’m not sure I believe it) when I feel like just yesterday we were building troll villages in the garden or getting drunk on never-ending Shirley Temples at a formal event.

I hope you have the most incredible birthday to kick off a year that holds so many exciting changes and your newest and most amazing adventure yet!

Sending all of my love from my end of the string,
Chipmunk

*I chose this picture from the vault for your birthday post to remind you that Moms can still have fun. I plan on you, Splinter and I having so much fun together! Chris can come too.

Sunday, October 24, 2010

In Retrospect

Do you read postsecret? I do. I’ve been a loyal Sunday reader ever since High School. I love reading postsecret because it is such a mixture of funny, heartbreaking, moving, a bit disturbing, or completely relatable. Sometimes I have to remind myself that I, in fact, did not write a secret that feels like it’s in my head. Well, today I read this on postsecret and it was one of those “this! this is my life!” moments:


Recently I was speaking with my college bestie, Cristina, and we were bemoaning how good we had it at Rhodes and how we foolishly never realized it at the time. Tina and I spent a lot of time miserable over school work, stress, and general discontent with our college and where we were in our lives. Well, now we’re both exactly where we wanted to be and it turns out our dreams coming true isn’t working out quite as we'd imagined.

I’ve been thinking about life in retrospect a lot lately. I am the queen of loving things way more in memory than in the moment. It’s kind of a depressing problem, actually, because it seems that I am not able to enjoy life fully as it’s happening, but rather I look back on certain time periods or places with a bittersweet nostalgic longing. I did not love college. It had its moments, but the majority of the time I felt unhappy. Yet now, I look back and it all seems so fantastic—and it probably was, but I didn’t see it at the time.

Truth is: I am not happy in Spain. I don’t think it’s a huge secret but I try only to blog when I have something positive or quirky to say because recounting things I’m not happy about helps nothing. I try to keep negativity out of this space as often as I can. However, I am afraid that I am not seeing the full picture of my life here. I am afraid that I will be fairly miserable for the duration, return home in June, look at pictures in July and start sighing over how wonderful it all was and how I miss it. Because that is what I do.

Enjoying life in the moment seems easier said than done. Of course, it's not that I never ever enjoy anything in my life, on the contrary I usually enjoy many. Instead of constantly torturing myself thinking back on how great college was and how I wish I was back there right now, I should focus on improving my life here so that I can miss it when it's over without regretting that I didn't enjoy it while it was happening.

My time at Rhodes is over. I am sorry that I didn't always appreciate it while I was there, but I am happy that I can look back at pictures and recall memories fondly now.

It's time for me to focus on my life here. I can't wish myself back to any other time or place no matter how hard I try, so I might as well do my best to embrace the life I'm living instead of resenting it. This may never turn out to be the dream year I'd cooked up in my head, but it doesn't have to be underappreciated either.

Well, it's a start.

Monday, October 18, 2010

Tía Kate

Do you remember that day when I was really happy? Understandably, you probably don’t. But I do. I was beside myself with happiness. I was positively euphoric, skipping around the house and breaking into giggle fits like a fool.

On that day, August 11, I found out some thrilling news I had been expecting for a while.



Haha, yep I’d been expecting the news. That’s funny you see because my sister is…expecting!!

My sister is my best friend. Being happy for my sister isn’t just the act of congratulating her and telling her “I’m happy for you”, it is to actually feel it deep deep down. When Jen called me to tell me the good news on August 11th, I felt like I was going to burst apart from joy. And then I found out I had to wait until October to tell anybody else. I am no less excited to tell you about my happy news today than I was in August. On the contrary, my excitement to meet my little niece or nephew has only grown (just as the little baby itself is growing!). I am beyond sad that I will still be in Spain when the baby is born, but you can bet your bottom dollar (that tomorrow there’ll be suuuuuun!) that I’ll be heading straight to Arizona to meet my little sobrino/sobrina (niece/nephew) as soon as I’m back in the States.

Congratulations again and to infinity, Jen & Chris!


*Tia=Aunt.

Sunday, October 17, 2010

The Postal Service

I have a dirty little secret. My secret makes me feel a tad ashamed and guilty, but mostly elated. I’ve discovered that any shows on la tele (tv) here that were originally in English but dubbed in Spanish can be switched back to the original English audio via the remote control! All week I listen to Spanish t.v. and practice my listening…but on the weekends when my roommate is gone, I get my English on.

As a result of craving a little English in my salón (living room), I have been watching the most ridiculous programs. This weekend I caught the 90s MK & A classic “Billboard Dad”, one absurd Nora Robert’s made-for-tv movie “Midnight on the Bayou”, and several episodes of “Smallville”, a show which I really really don’t like. I’m greedy for the sound of English, doesn’t matter how I get my fix.

Don’t worry, I also peppered in several outings with friends, a bit of cleaning, a little studying of Spanish vocabulary (*cuchara! fregar!), and some wonderful chats with friends and family.

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I haven’t been posting photos because my internet is so slow that it takes about 30 minutes/photo. I’ll try to upload and post a snippet here and there.

When I moved into my piso (apartment) and began to try to make it feel more like home, I was distressed at where to display the many photos I brought from home. I didn’t want to stick tape on the walls and risk peeling off all the paint. Then I got crafty. My closet doors are slated and so I decided to tie lengths of yarn vertically on each of the four doors and then I bought super-mini clothespins to secure each photo to the yarn. It’s not a gorgeous display, but I was pretty proud of what I came up with.

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I received my first piece of mail from a dear friend Ali last week. I finally secured a mail key from my landlord and I was so excited that there was already something waiting inside the buzón (mailbox) for me. I immediately decided I wanted to display my mail as well, mainly because Ali’s stationary was so pretty. So now I’ve added this string for mail!
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Speaking of mail, would you like to send me some? I had several friends request my address before I left for Spain, but of course I didn’t have one yet. I’ve since lost track of who asked. So, if you would like my address in case you feel inspired to send me a piece of happy mail, please leave a comment here or email me.

...If you send me mail, it'll go on the pretty yarn display! But that's totally not a bribe.
...If you send me mail, I'll love you forever and maybe give you chocolate! That's a bribe.

*spoon! to mop!

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Poco a Poco

Before I left for Spain, I had a myriad of friends and family (and sometimes strangers) assure me that I need only give myself one month here and I’d be speaking Spanish like crazy. One month was the popular answer everywhere I turned. One month and I’d be fluent.

This is a complete lie.

To be fair, everyone told me this as an act of encouragement. I was a nervous wreck about surviving with my minimal Spanish skills and I needed the confidence boost.

Upon arriving and finding that I was indeed way in over my head in a sea of Spanish, I clung to my one month deadline like a life raft. One week passed and I had barely spoken any Spanish beyond the necessary words to order at a restaurant or direct a taxi driver. I was just trying to make it to my town and get settled. The second week I was on my own. My job hadn’t started yet, I was too nervous to speak much with my roommate, and I spent most of my days holed up in my piso or wandering the streets by myself with no opportunity or reason to speak to anyone else. The third week I had a little more exposure to the outside world in general. I was able to speak with both English and Spanish speakers as I ventured back and forth to Córdoba capitol filling out paperwork and attending orientation. And my job finally started, which meant I needed to fumble through my Spanish to talk with other teachers in the staff lounge, like it or not. (For the most part I do like it; I like the practice even when I sound hopelessly foreign and probably end up saying things like “I she goes to the city two week past.”)

The thing is, though, I am still struggling hard every day. It has yet to feel easier or more natural. Some days I feel as though I’m beginning to improve. I understand most of what is being said to me with minimal need for repetition. But then the very next day I’ll feel as though my head is made of cotton candy and my brain is dissolving quickly as I barely make out five words in a conversation the entire day.

Luckily, just when things feel hopeless, I find wisdom around me. This first piece of advice—or rather truth-- comes from a new American friend I’ve made who is in her second year of teaching in Puente Genil. She has much knowledge. What she had to offer was this (paraphrased):

The process of Spanish immersion is indeed bash-your-head-against-the-wall difficult, there is no shortcut, and the truth is that the “timeline” for fluency is really more like six months, not one.

Although this is an overwhelming piece of information that might at a different time (say, before I left) have made me feel terrified, now it makes me feel hopeful. Hearing this literally made me feel like I can breathe again. I have been given a reprieve—it is ok that I am not fluent yet. I have not failed. I have more time. Finding out that in actuality it takes most learners much longer to “get there” with Spanish has renewed my optimism that I can do this. Slowly, but surely. Or should I say, poco a poco.

There is one thing that people say to me all the time here and that is “poco a poco.” My fellow American friends promise me “poco a poco” and the warm Spaniards who take the time to speak slowly and talk with me reassure me “poco a poco.”

Poco a poco means little by little. It means little by little I will understand more and little by little I will speak more. Little by little I will make fewer mistakes, feel more confident, know more people, understand the Spanish lifestyle, be a better teacher, etc.

Every time I feel completely overwhelmed looking at the next eight months as a whole, I try to remind myself to focus on one day at a time. That’s truly the only way to do this—poco a poco.

And...I still have 5 more months 'til I have to panic. ;-)

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Notes from the classroom

I am happy to report that so far I love my school. The teachers are all incredibly willing to help and they are so friendly. The students are excited to have me there and they range from loud and rambunctious but adorable to shy and quiet but adorable.

Today was only my second day. I had classes on lunes (Monday) and then yesterday I had to go to Córdoba for an orientation for all of us foreigners who are working as auxiliares throughout Córdoba province. Small geography lesson: Spain has 17 regions and within each region there are provinces. I am in the region of Andalucía, which is pretty much the entire South of Spain, and within Andalucía I am in the province of Córdoba, which is fairly central. A true miracle occurred at orientation yesterday. I met two girls who are living and working in Puente Genil as well! I had honestly given up hope that there were any other auxiliares (teaching assistants) in my town and now all of a sudden I find myself with two potential friends. The girls, Elyse and Morrigan, were both welcoming and immediately offered to introduce me to their Spanish friends and take me out with them.

I could talk your ear off about school. I know this because I just typed up 4 pages of an MS document about it for my make-shift journal. I won’t do that to you, but I’d love to share the highlights and idiosyncrasies of today. (I am such a liar, I just finished this post and it is extremely long. Read it anyway.)

The day in a Spanish primary school is divided into 6 periods of 45 minutes with a 30 minute break in the middle of the day. School runs from 9am to 2pm with no lunch break, because Spaniards eat big lunches during the traditional siesta each day. (Siesta: A time when shops are closed between about 2pm-5pm and everyone returns home. Families can eat together and relax or nap.) I am teaching 16 periods a week between Monday and Thursday with Fridays off. 3 of my periods are for gathering and creating ESL materials for the school, and 3 of my periods consist of conversing and helping individual teachers who want to learn or improve their English. The other 10 periods are divided up between ciclos (grades) 1-5; I visit each twice a week.

So far I have had periods with ciclos 1-4 and it has been so interesting to see the difference in the teaching methods of each and the classes themselves. Some of the teachers are very strict about the kids speaking only English when I am with them. This is actually a challenge for me, because even with my limited Spanish abilities, sometimes I know it would be easier to explain to a student in Spanish what I am asking of them (“repeat after me…”, “raise your hand…”, etc.) than keep saying it in English and meeting with blank faces. However, other teachers are pretty lax and so I’m still figuring out whether I should allow a certain amount of Spanish or demand English.

My primeros are absolutely precious. They are super quiet and shy but eager when I ask them to repeat me or work with them one on one. The segundos are wild! The classroom is very loud and the poor teacher seems to have little control over them. The terceros were loud but they were well-behaved for the most part and very eager to have me. This classroom was a little different because the teacher allowed them to ask me questions and speak to me in Spanish without demanding any English. I went ahead and answered them in Spanish but I’m hoping we’ll enforce more English in the future. I appreciated the practice, but they need to learn and I am here to teach English. The teacher for caurto ciclo is the exact opposite and is very strict about English in his classroom and very strict with them in general. I am annoyed that I can’t remember his name, but he’s the only teacher there who speaks really good English and he has been very friendly, taking extra time to greet me and get to know me. And I swear he speaks more quickly in English than I do. Yes, family and friends, it’s true.

{For those of you who have never been around me in real life, I am often given a hard time for how quickly I speak. I don’t notice it…but then, I’m the one doing the rapid-fire talking. Apparently.}

Here are my favorite moments so far:


-On my first day, when the teacher asked the segundos what “happy” meant, one little boy chanted “happymeal!” over and over. I couldn’t help but laugh. Darn invasive McDonald’s culture!

-At the end of my period with the cuartos today, a little girl came bouncing up to me and asked, “Senorita Kate, what is your favorite animal?” During the class I had been asking them different questions and this was one of them. I was charmed by her and impressed by her perfect English—most of the students slip into Spanish when the teacher isn’t listening. I told her my favorite animal was the dog, and asked her her’s. She said, “hamster.” How adorable is that?

-What was the very first question I was asked by a little boy in tercero ciclo? “Estás casada?”= “Are you taken/married?” I couldn’t stop laughing as I answered “…no?” A couple of questions later I was asked if I had a baby. Crazy kids.

-The teacher of tercero ciclo made me blush when she introduced me to the class and firmly told them that I was “cute and slim and funny and very kind.” She also told them I speak Spanish very well which is a complete lie.

-Sometimes I decide it’s best to just lie. When the terceros asked if I liked fútbol, I immediately knew my answer had to be “sí.” Then, when they asked me what my favorite team was I could see the anxious anticipation in all the little boy’s faces and I knew, despite never having seen one of their games in my life, that my answer had to be Real Madrid. I knew I had gotten it right when all those little boys exploded into cheers at my answer. Point for Kate.

-Speaking of Kate, despite me repeating my name over and over, I am “Kah-tee” to them. I expected this one. I don’t really care but I did try to explain that although I know my name looks like it should be pronounced “Kah-tee” for the native Spaniard, in the USA we pronounce it “Kate.” No dice.

-At the end of tercero ciclo a little girl came up to me and shyly handed me a sparkly purple clip that matched one in her own hair. I asked if it was a gift and she nodded and ran off blushing. I almost died on the spot from how precious it was!

Yes, today has been a good day. But, I knew it would be when on my way to school I smiled widely at a little old lady I was passing on the street and she stopped and exclaimed “Ay, qué guapa!” to me, which more or less means “how good-looking!”

Thank you for all the support and prayers you have been sending my way, friends, family and blog readers. Your little notes of encouragement have truly gotten me through some of the rougher moments. Now, those of you who told me things would probably turn around/get better, you're entitled to one good "I told you so."

Sunday, October 3, 2010

Cold Feet

I was warned about how cold the pisos (apartments) are here in the winter. One friend told me that often times it was warmer outside than inside. It’s barely October here and not cold outside at all. It’s still in the 80s most days. But for some reason my piso is freezing. It’s an absolute icebox. I’ve been wearing my sweatshirt, sweatpants and 2 layers of socks to bed. I must quickly go out and find a place to buy a blanket before it actually gets cold outside!

All day I’ve been freezing and the only thing getting me through was dreaming about the hot shower I would take tonight (now).

Five minutes into my hot shower, the water turned ice cold. For a second I had hope that the hot water would come back, but deep down I knew what had happened.

Our water is heated by a gas tank. I’m sure this is not that strange, but it’s completely new and foreign to me. The one thing I’ve worried about since I moved in was what would happen when the gas tank ran out. Why did I have to find out this way?

The most horrifying part was when I realized I still needed to rinse the soap out of my hair and off my body. I swear, I would’ve just left it, but my first day of work is tomorrow and I want to make a good impression.

Moving right along, as I just mentioned, my first day of work is tomorrow. I know I had said it was last Friday but then it was pushed back by my coordinator until Monday. I am very nervous and keep wondering if I can just hide in bed or go home. I'm just hoping I can brave up and display enthusiasm even if I can’t speak very well. I'm also hoping I can actually teach...I have no experience, so we'll find out.

Friday, October 1, 2010

The Spanish Way

En España…

They take their babies to bars.

You see 8 year old kids in bars at 12am watching the Barcelona fútbol game right alone side you. And sometimes you see them flip off the tv.

The stop signs say “Stop”. I’m baffled by this.

Everything closes for “siesta” (literally “nap,” but often just a time to relax and eat a big lunch) between about 2pm-5pm.

…But sometimes banks aren’t closed for siesta when you’re panicked that they are and you really need them to stamp some of your paperwork…sometimes they’re just locked and there’s a button right by the door handle that you have to press. (2 banks later the girls and I figured this out.)

I first tasted white asparagus and discovered that it is fantastically delicious.

TV shows play for about 45 minutes straight and then there are about 15 minutes of commercials. I think I prefer this because you can actually go and accomplish something during your commercial break since it’s so long.

Milk is found not in the refrigerator section in the supermarket but just out on the shelves. This still weirds me out. But I drink it anyway.

Cars constantly honk at friends or neighbors they know walking about on the sidewalks. I still get jarred every time they honk at someone near me. It’s a friendly gesture, though.

Everybody smokes. Except for my roommate. I am still thanking God for this. I feel seriously blessed to live with a non-smoker.

They have a show called “Fisíca o Química” that I am obsessed with.

En España I notice something new everyday. More observations to come.
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