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Wednesday, December 22, 2010
¡Feliz Navidad!
I am wishing you the merriest of Christmases and the happiest of Holidays!
May you be warm and cozy and with loved ones. May you remember not to stress over decorations, presents or food preperation but instead soak up the spirit of the season.
I will be taking my own little Holiday trip this year. I am aching to be together with my family in the States, but at the same time I am looking forward to my own special Spanish *Nochebuena y Navidad and Scottish New Year. I look forward to sharing my stories and hearing yours when I return. Until then, enjoy the lights on the Christmas tree and some hot cocoa for me.
Much love from Spain,
Kate
*La Nochebuena is Christmas Eve and is actually the day that Christmas is celebrated here in Spain. The big meal and family gatherings occur on this day. La Navidad is...really? Do you not know what Navidad means? Ok, well, it's Christmas.
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Letters Home; On Courage
Thank you so much for my lovely Christmas gifts! For Christmas you gave me:
1. An amazing pair of new boots. They are now broken in and I love them!
2. A heavy black sweater to hopefully keep me warm in Scotland.
3. That “Nina” by Nina Ricci perfume I’ve had my eye on since August. Every time I go into Bodybell I spray a little on and dream about buying it. When I checked out the sale’s lady asked me if it was a gift (aka did I need it wrapped). I said no and then corrected, “si, es un regalo… ¡para mi!”—yes, it’s a gift… for me. We both had a good laugh at that.
The package was full of good music, candy canes and Christmas cheer (thank you for the ornament, Aunt Judy!). But best of all was the little booklet you included on “Courage.”
Yesterday, I was really struck by the lesson I read. You see, just last week I had a long conversation with my friend Shannon about the difficulties of owning who you are. I personally struggle with being myself, through and through. I like who I am…and yet, sometimes I find myself denying or hiding parts of myself depending on the company so that I seem more sophisticated, serious, cool, etc. I hate when I do this. I always scold myself later. I shouldn’t change who I am to fit who I’m with; I should always be myself and let the world decide whether to accept me for that or not.
Well, here is lesson #5 in the “Courage” booklet:
“Courage means daring to let your true self be known and be vulnerable. When you dare to let your true self out, you become alive and whole in your own eyes and the eyes of others.”
Abs-o-lutely. I think this lesson will be one I read and remind myself of daily.
Thank you for the Christmas gifts, Mom and Dad. But thank you even more for the invaluable wisdom—both yours and the book's.
Love always,
Su hija Kate
Friday, December 17, 2010
No Homework
Carmen, a woman I do conversation classes with, is a teacher here in town. We like to discuss teaching--the trials, the rewards, the differences between the school system in Spain & the U.S., etc. Well, this week during our chat she told me this little piece of information: It is illegal to give homework in Spain. It is actually against the law! Carmen explained that there is also an unspoken agreement that everyone ignores this law. The teachers often sit down with the parents at the beginning of the year and explain that they just can't get everything done in the school hours and homework is necessary. This is how it works.
I agree, I think homework is necessary and important. But I also couldn't help but think...
Oh my gosh, what I would've done with that information as a kid! Are you kidding me? Actually, I probably would've just done whatever the teacher asked (yeah, I'm a big rule follower), but can't you just picture all the bratty kids in class: "I'm sorry teacher, I can't do that homework. It's against the law."
Ha!
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Warm December
On Friday my friend Danica came to town to do a little shopping at the Carrefour, so I met up with her and we got lunch and I showed her around town. It was such a beautiful day to wander and I got to discover a few new paths through town myself.
It was a great time to stroll through Parque de los Pinos and enjoy a touch of greenery. I love the way the trees are slanted.
To me, the park in Puente Genil and the plaza by the river bank near my house are necessary places to go now and then to recharge. Pueblos in Spain (and I'd venture to say small towns in Europe in general) tend to be compact and although the winding old streets can be beautiful, there's not usually a lot of nature within the town. I feel like I can breath again when I go down to the where I can see the river and look out at the campo. The same goes with the park.
We walked back towards the city center a different way than I've taken before and I was happy to discover this charming lane running behind part of the park and the library.
I took it easy the rest of Friday since I spent the whole time we walked around hacking up a lung and by the time Danica left town I was pretty exhausted.
On Saturday I ventured out with the idea in mind that I was finally going to buy some boots. I've been wanting boots since I got to Spain and there are a lot of shoe stores in town. However, I am the worst shopper ever. I mean it. I am very non-commital with my shopping and have a hard time figuring out what I like and want and actually buying things. So I made myself decide ahead of time at least what color I wanted. I decided on brown because I already have a pair of black boots from Prague and a pair of black fake uggs.
I ended up buying a pair that were very different from what I originally thought I wanted. They're less fancy/chic and more practical, but I think I like them. They could be worn with a casual dress and really well with jeans, but definitely nothing fancy. That's ok, though, right? Opinions?
I had Hermione hair yesterday. Sometimes when I'm too lazy to dry my hair after a shower I french braid it in the hopes that it'll get some nice wavy body. That happens about 10% of the time. More often, my hair turns out like a giant frizz ball. I always feel like I look like Hermione (book, not movie--Emma's way too put together) when this happens.
I've also been enjoying reading The Passage by Justin Cronin this weekend. I bought it based purely on the recommendation that my old internship coordinator, Christina, gave me (I interned at a bookstore, so of course she knows her stuff) and the high ratings on BarnesandNobles.com. It's really interesting and really long. Long books don't intimidate me....well maybe if they're classics because the language can be harder to get into...rather, I like knowing I'll have that much more of a good book to enjoy. (See: Harry Potter!)
Now I'm looking forward to finishing off the weekend with a trip to Casa Pedro, a delicious restaurant in town, with a few of my friends. Wish you could join us!
What made you happy this weekend?
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Welcome to my pueblo
The plaza at the end of my street before you get to the bridge. Trivia: My town is called Puente Genil. The river that runs around the town is called Rio Genil. Puente is the word for bridge. So the bridge is what the town is named for--the bridge over the Rio Genil.
River photo...
And a sneaky shot of the bridge through the trees. (Taken from the plaza above.)
So here's the deal. This post is kind of a mess because I had uploaded these photos to photobucket but that site is always crazy slow for me and I was trying to edit the sizes to be, ya know, the same, but I just ran out of patience. I've been working on this for 3 days. You can see why I just said "forget it, they can be different sizes."
Also, I have taken lots more photos that I'd love to share, but that brief moment of speedy internet was just that...brief. Now it's back to one photo per hour upload speed. Again, I hardly ever have the patience for that.
I hope you enjoyed this brief glimpse anyway!
One more piece of trivia: I can't be sure, but I feel like I may never have bragged on my amazing friend Katie who designed my blog header for me before I left for Spain. I absolutely love my header and was so impressed with her mad skills. That's not the trivia. The trivia is that the picture in the tile frame is an aerial view of my town, in case you've ever wondered. Katie came up with that herself and I was so surprised and excited to see it in the finished header.
Sunday, December 5, 2010
puente & lights
I didn't have huge plans for the puente, but I was going to go to the nearest big city (Cordoba) to hang out with some friends and just get out of town for a bit.
Alas, my body had other fun plans for me. I am S-I-C-K. After my beautiful morning on Friday things took a turn for the worst and fast. A really bad sore throat came on out of nowhere and by the time I went to bed I was crying from the pain. Fun times. I'm 99% sure it is strep which absolutely sucks because now I have to figure out how to get a Doctor's appointment and try to communicate my woes. My Spanish is getting better, but then situations like this come up and everything gets trickier.
Well, anyway, to be honest being really sick and alone in a forgein country has not put me in the best of moods. I do have a couple of people I trust here, but unfortunately due to the puente everyone is out of town. It's hard to deal with difficult language barrier situations in general, but being sick and doing it? Just not something I'm not looking forward to.
I haven't left the piso in a couple of days. I basically trek between the couch and the kitchen for a constant supply of tea and soup which I slurp down while watching whatever I can find on t.v. (Today it was "The Santa Claus"! hooray!)
But just now I went to look out the window and gave a little squeal of excitement (followed by an "owwww") because they've finally put the Christmas lights up on my street!
There are some things I love and some things I hate about my town, but planted firmly in the "love" column are their Christmas decorations. It turns out my town is home to the company that supplies the rest of the country (or maybe just region, I'm not sure) with their Christmas lights, and so they put up huge and fabulous displays all over town so buyers can come look and decide what they want to purchase for the next year. How amazing is that? The lights aren't on yet, but I've been watching them go up all over town and kept waiting and hoping they'd go up on my calle too and now they have.
There's always something to be grateful for. :)
Friday, December 3, 2010
Some Friday Photos
I went up to the roof to hang up my laundry and was really impressed with what a beautiful day it was. I knew I wanted to snap some photos.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Across November; Across the Universe

I want to ramble a bit about my NaNoWriMo experience. It’s going to be long. Read if you feel so inclined.
I was a Creative Writing major in school and I loved it. But after four years, I’d kind of lost my passion for writing. It had become a chore because I had to produce work on a deadline and for an entire class to read and critique. I think workshops are invaluable and I really appreciated learning how to share my work with a critical audience and receive and utilize their constructive criticism in my revisions. But it did become impossible for me to write without considering my audience. I knew that I was restricting my own voice either because I was afraid to share what I really wanted to write with a class or because I needed everything to be as polished and presentable as possible.
When I decided to take on NaNoWriMo I barely had a story idea in mind. Nothing came to me until the last days before I had to start writing. And then, the idea I had was quite basic and unexciting. I think when it comes to NaNoWriMo there are a couple of different mindsets. The idea is to write a novel and one of the goals at its inception was for NaNo to help people who had always wanted to write their novel to actually do it. So you write write write for a month and then, once you get the words out, you can take time editing and rewriting and getting it to a publishable state. Well, I entered NaNo with a very different state of mind. I just wanted to write. I wanted something to fill my time, I wanted a goal and hopefully a chance to feel successful during the dark period I was going through when I entered November.
So, when I started writing, I was blessed with a feeling of freedom I hadn’t felt in years. And that’s how the words started pouring out. The truth is, from the start I never planned to share my novel with anyone. I wasn’t writing something I wanted to someday publish. This was for me and me alone. And it was completely liberating. I would be willing to bet that 3/4ths of my novel is pure crap. I wrote sentences so dull and cliché that it almost hurt. My characters need so much more development, major scenes are missing, facts got mixed up and contradicted, and there were times when I was generally writing myself into corners or tangents. It was wonderful! I didn’t have to worry about the writing being perfect or if other people would like my story and characters because nobody would ever read it.
Writing like this has been so wonderful for me. It’s been a complete treat for myself. I divulged every little whim and basically let myself live vicariously through my characters. Through writing, I could do so many things and go so many places. One of my main characters became a professional dancer—I’ve never been able to dance at all. Heck, I can’t even touch my toes, much less dance ballet. But Lucy can. I got to go back to Salzburg and visit the charming Kristkindlmarkt, taste delicious pastries and wurst again, stroll through the Aldstadt and ice-skate in Mozartplatz all because William grew up there. I could make anything happen. Some of it is over the top, all of it is un-publishable. Thank goodness that was never my intent.
I have had the best and most freeing time writing my novel this November. I entered my winning word count today at 52,086 words. The story itself is actually far from over and I can’t wait to keep writing it. I can’t leave my characters hanging just because my word count is up.
I am so appreciative of the support and interest so many of you have shown for my writing process and story. Many of you have asked to read it. Unfortunately, the truth is that the writing is horrible and the characters flat and I won’t be sharing the novel anywhere publicly. I’m sorry, but I’d be embarrassed for anyone to actually read it. It’s also very personal at times because I let myself work out thoughts and theories and questions I have about life through my writing. This was just something I had to do for me.
I started this month feeling unhappy, lonely and lost in Spain. I wanted to feel like I was doing something with my time and I also hoped that writing 50000 words would help the time fly by.
November flew by. It wasn’t just the writing, things began to change overall. Life got busy. I started teaching more private lessons, I went on a couple of small trips, I had a friend visit, I read an amazing book, there were coffee and tapas dates with friends, errands to run, longer conversations with my roommate, Thanksgiving, and more. I should have known that by declaring that life sucked and I had so much free time that things would change. But I am so glad they did. This month has been just what I needed in so many ways. The rough days aren’t gone. I know they will cycle back and pop up now and then. I am just happy that things have definitely improved and that my life is fuller with both things to do and people. I know December will fly by too—I’ll be in Madrid for Christmas and Scotland for New Years!
I am so excited to have succeeded at NaNoWriMo this year. It was just what I needed. Thank you for listening to me talk on and on about it and for taking an interest in my endeavor. I am sorry I can’t gratify you with the novel itself, but I really truly thank you for caring when I rambled on about Will and Lucy.
Now, let’s see what December’s got in store!
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Grilled Cheese
Thursday, November 25, 2010
A Thanksgiving Day Surprise
Inside of the card were pressed fall leaves. I definitely cried out with joy and then proceeded to smell the beautiful fall fragrance. What a fantastic Thanksgiving surprise! Thank you Mom and Dad. <3
Following the advice of family members and friends, I have been keeping a gratitude journal for a few weeks now. It feels so wonderful to stop at the end of each day, even when the day sucks, and dwell on the good things, no matter how big or small. On particularly rough days my entries tend to include things like “I’m grateful that I have this pen to write with.” But more often than not I discover to my surprise that I have many things to list.
This year I am in a country that does not celebrate Thanksgiving, but I think it’s possible that I’ve been feeling the Thanksgiving spirit more than ever. I’ve done a little Thanksgiving activity in each of my classes—you know, hand turkeys and coloring sheets—and I’ve explained the holiday to the teachers and my roommate. Some of them recognize the holiday from American movies, but most people were surprised to learn it was not associated with Christmas (except for maybe in our minds…) and that it was not a religious holiday. I explain that although the roots of Thanksgiving have to do with celebrating a meal between the pilgrims and the Native Americans, nowadays it is much more centered on recounting our blessings, giving thanks and sharing time with family. Almost everyone has told me they wished they had such a celebration in Spain.
I wanted to list the things I am grateful for but they are too numerous to count and no blessing deserves less attention. As always, I am endlessly grateful for my family and friends. But here I am learning to be just as grateful for the smallest kind gesture from a stranger or new acquaintance. Although I will always need the support of my family and friends more than anything else, in daily life here it is the patient smile from a store clerk or the small gestures of welcome from strangers, coworkers or student that really make a difference.
As for me? I gave my roommate a Thanksgiving coloring worksheet with a little note expressing my gratitude for her and an orange Fanta (she loves Fanta). It was much less than I wanted to do, but she lit up and I think it made both of us feel great.
Happy Thanksgiving to each and every one of you!
If you are going through a rough phase in life, I urge you to look for the small blessings everywhere and find a way to express your gratitude. It will make you feel better than you can imagine.
Edit: Seriously, guys, people are amazing. I just got back from a private class session where I work with a family of four. I told them a little bit about Thanksgiving just as a matter of conversation. All of a sudden, in the middle of the hour, the parents broke into a little side conversation in Spanish. They then invited me to have lunch with them on Saturday--as they explained it, they wanted me to have a nice meal since I was missing Thanksgiving! Does that move your heart a little bit? It's making mine feel like melted butter. They also sent me home with a bag of Christmas sweets (what they call a certain type of sweets here). I am a bit nervous because we're going to speak solo en espanol (only in spanish) on Saturday, but I'm also excited for the opportunity to practice.
Friday, November 19, 2010
Book Rec
The book is Extraordinarily Loud and Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer. Read it, oh do. It's a little bit heartbreaking, but his characters are vivid and it feels like they're speaking straight to your heart.
Also, if you have a Nook, I believe it's one of the books with a "Lend Me" option, so tell me and I can lend it to you...or rather, I can try to figure out how that feature works and hopefully lend it to you. :)
My favorite and least favorite part of a good book [emphasis good] is the end. It's so satisfying but so depressing because it means you have to leave that world and that story behind. If you're lucky, it's a series. Of course, then when a series comes to an end (shout out to my boy, Harry!) it's that much harder to say goodbye to the characters and the story.
If you read it, let me know what you think!
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Mi Familia
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Crock-Pot Entry
So now you get what you get, which is me posting a bunch of random things in one entry that may or may not have anything to do with each other. I’m throwing the contents of my mental fridge in a crock-pot, so to speak.
*Which brings me to random thought number 1: I really like metaphors. Apparently. Recently, I’ve noticed that I think of strange and often dumb metaphors comparing my life to things as I walk around town/do the dishes/take a shower/etc. I know they’re really dumb and so although I usually think “ooo! I could blog about this!” I immediately remind myself “No, Kate, that metaphor is actually really stupid.” Well, it’s more like I realize it’s stupid twenty minutes later and am a little let down. That’s ok, they still make me feel good in the moment of their conception. So I guess what I’m telling you is 1.) I enjoy a cheesy metaphor and 2.) You do not have to hear about my metaphors comparing the struggles and joys in my life to: the tops of pretty old buildings, my broken DVD player, a really good cup of tea, and the meat counter at the supermarket.
*I bought a European Coffee pot last week. Today I tried to see if I could figure out how to make it work without any instructions and guess what? I had total success! After buying the coffee pot I also felt it was a symbolic moment in my life here….so I guess I like metaphors and symbolism. Things have been getting slowly but surely a little better here for me. Or at least, I’ve been feeling less depressed. I know that nothing has changed but my own attitude. One of the things that’s helping me is the semblance of routine and normal life I’m establishing here. And so buying the coffee pot, for me, was a symbolic move forward towards living a normal and happy life here. At home, I like to enjoy a cup of coffee in the morning or with a good book or when writing. Deciding to invest (I mean, it was only 10 euros, but whatever) in a coffee pot here felt very positive and symbolic to me. And very European.
In reality, though, I think it’s interesting that as soon as I said “heck, my life is empty and lame and filled with free-time here, there’s no better time to do NaNo,” my life began to take a turn for the busier. That’s one of those laws, but I can’t remember which one. Anyway, life has indeed gotten busier, but I’m not complaining. I’ve been arranging private lessons by word of mouth and along with doing a conversation class with a 17 year old girl, I will also now be working with an entire family—kind of nervous but excited for that one. The parents speak English and just want to practice with a native and have me correct them, and the kids are 1 and 4. On top of the private lessons, I am beginning, albeit slowly, to know more people and I am trying to push myself to build relationships. I have a couple different plans in the works for meeting up with different teachers from my school. And finally, on top of that, after almost two months my lovely roommate and I are really in a comfortable place with one another. I still make mistakes all the time, but I feel more at ease talking with her and less like I need to sit still and think out what I’m going to say in my head first. So, we spend more time together conversing while hanging out in the sala.
*Things I am grateful for lately: Skype working perfectly for the first time ever since I’ve arrived so that I could have a really long call with my friend, Shannon. After two weeks of my DVD player on my computer being broken (like, not even listed under “device manager” anymore—it disappeared from existence on my computer!), it inexplicably worked last night! A busy and delicious-food-filled visit with my friend Emily who came all the way from CO to see me…more on this later. A really beautiful Saturday, perfect for walking along the Matallana, tapas, and coffee & a book.
+1,000 other things. I have a lot to be grateful for.
This is a long post, so let’s call it a day for now. More rambles later. I hope your weekend is bright and cheery wherever you are! And if it's not bright outside, then I suggest making it bright inside with a good book or movie and your favorite hot beverage. That's what I like to do. :)
Sunday, October 31, 2010
All NaNoWriMo's Eve
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).
"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?
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...
“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!
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

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
On that day, August 11, I found out some thrilling news I had been expecting for a while.
Congratulations again and to infinity, Jen & Chris!
Sunday, October 17, 2010
The Postal Service
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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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.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Poco a Poco
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
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
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
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.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
The nightlife of goats
I’ve been in España for almost two weeks now and slowly but surely I’m starting to adjust.
This weekend turned out completely different than I expected. This is a lesson to keep in mind: As much as I think I know what’s coming next, life will always surprise you. This can work in both good and bad ways. Luckily, this weekend things turned out for the better.
My roommate left to go home for the weekend (something I think she’ll do every weekend because it’s customary in España and she lives close enough) and I anticipated another lonely and boring weekend wandering around the pueblo by myself. Friday night was nice as I was able to skype with a couple of friends and family. Saturday I made myself get up early and leave the Piso so that I didn’t get sucked into just vegging on the couch and sinking into a state of lonely depression. I walked around the park, read at the biblioteca (library) until it closed at 2pm and then I sat at a bar to order a coke and prolong my time away from the Piso.
Sidenote: I used to be totally paranoid and uncomfortable doing anything by myself. Four years of college slowly broke me of that. I’m pretty ok doing things by myself now. However, España is testing my self-confidence. Nobody is ever alone here (at least not in Puente Genil). They’re in large groups of family and friends. I still don’t really mind going in and sitting by myself, but everybody stares. Literally. Spaniards are not afraid to stare you down. I always bring a book which I think freaks them out even more. Ja! (That’s “ha” in Spanish.)
Anyway, I was considering ordering another coke when my friend Danica, who I met through the Auxiliar Facebook group and traveled here with, texted me and told me to hop a bus and go to Cabra with her and her roommates for her friend’s birthday. I like spontaneity. But sometimes I suck at it. So I waffled for a bit. From the moment I got the text I had about two hours to head back to my piso and then pack up, figure out how to get to the bus station and head back out. Knowing I needed to do this for my own sake, I figured out how to leave my roommate a note in Spanish, stuffed a bunch of stuff in my purse and walked the half hour to the bus station.
Did you catch the part where I packed for 2 night and 2 days in a purse? I feel pretty awesome about that part.
So I was off to Cabra. Cabra means “goat” in English. I love that.
Cabra was a whirlwind. This post is really long and I haven’t even gotten into any of the real trip yet! I will try to stick to mostly photos from here on out. I owe all of my photos to my friend Samantha because since I was only packing in one purse, I decided to leave the camera behind.
Danica’s friend, the birthday girl Alex, and her boyfriend, GM, were fantastically fun hosts. We got to hear a little history of the pueblo and a lot of gossip. We walked through the oldest park in Andalucía on our way to their piso.
{Can you picture that park? You'll have to because the picture won't load.}
The night was a crazy marathon of going out. I have pulled several all-nighters in my life, although it should be noted that they’ve ALL been for the sake of reading Harry Potter books when they came out at midnight (4, 5, 6, and 7 HOLLA!) but never for studying or partying.
Well, Spain nightlife is not friendly to those who want to sleep before 8am. But I was determined to keep up! We all went to a bar to watch the Barcelona fútbol game from around 10am to 12am and then went back to the piso for a bit of low-key hanging out before hitting some more bars at 2am. The main event of the night was the discoteca but that wouldn’t get started until 4am. That’s right, 4am. I was shocked when 3am rolled around and I wasn’t just passed out on the floor from exhaustion. We left the discoteca around 6am.
{There were going to be fun pictures here of things like discotecas and me singing Celine Dion 4 in the morning. Don't you wish there were pictures here?}
On Sunday I returned to Estepa where the girls (Danica, Rachel and Samantha) live. They were kind enough to invite me there for the night. We mostly just relaxed because…well, did you read the description of our Saturday night? But we did go out to a delicious dinner at one of their favorite restaurants. We had this fantastic mixed salad, shrimp in garlic sauce and stuffed mussels. I also took a walk around part of the city with Danica. Estepa is on a very steep hill so no matter what you will always have to climb up, either going somewhere or returning. The view from the top of the hill makes it all worthwhile, though. It is astounding, you can see for ages to the surrounding country side and scattered pueblos in the distance. It made me regret that no-camera decision.
This week I have a lot of little errands to run. I begin my teaching job on Friday! I’m getting really nervous about it…any last minute advice on teaching little children English anybody?
I hope everyone had a truly delightful weekend.
P.S.: Danica’s boyfriend mailed her red and orange leaves so she could enjoy a bit of Fall from home. It’s still in the 80s and humid here. :( First person to send me leaves wins….um, all my love and affection? Jaja!
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Meet the Neighbors
I managed to formulate a sentence asking what type of birds they were. When Rocio answered with the proper spanish word I realized I still had no idea (duh) but played along nodding and saying "si" as I do most of the time when I'm actually clueless. But then, she brilliantly gestured and said that they carry babies and then I got it...these are storks!
Monday, September 20, 2010
Nothing Lasts Forever
Things have been difficult. Too many stresses, not enough sleep, a lot of tears. I miss home.
My spirits are low.
I am trying to focus on the small blessings, though. My roommate, Rocio, speaks no English (nor does anybody in my town) but is very friendly and patient as I stumble over my Spanish words. My apartment has no internet but I figured out that there was a USB hook-up I could buy to get internet...and I managed to converse with the sale's lady at the store about it! She was very patient with me as well.
I know things will improve but in the meantime I was hoping if you read this you might take a moment to leave me a note. Words of wisdom, a funny story, a good quote...anything that might give me comfort during these days when I am often disheartened. I feel vulnerable asking this, but my father advised me to trust in others and while I know he meant all of the strangers around me, I didn't think it could hurt to start here.
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Tedauren, Est. 2008
xo,
Kate
P.S.: Lar, if you're wondering, yes, I did cut myself out of this picture so it'd just be the two of you. But hey, it seemed less creepy than stealing one that was actually just the two of you off your blog. ;)
Monday, September 13, 2010
At the Rock of Gibraltar
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Last Call
I won’t have internet for an indeterminate amount of time after I arrive. It’s all subject to when I can find myself a piso (apartment) and get wireless set up. Will you miss me? I’ll miss you. Send me happy emails so I’ll have pleasant things to catch up on when I finally get all set up.
For those of you who have asked for my address in Spain, I will let you know when I have one. You also may have to remind me you asked.
I'm on skype: Kayemeye*
*People always ask. This username is the phonetic spelling of my initials. KMI. I was feeling silly.
I think that’s it! Just about time for me to hop across the pond.
Xo,
Kate
Saturday, September 11, 2010
To Old Friends & New Adventures
9 years ago it meant tragedy. It is my fervent prayer that someday we will be able to mark this day with love for our fellow human beings--ALL of them-- instead of the hate that started it all in the first place.
This year it meant joining over 600 others in an "Out of the Darkness" Suicide Prevention walk.
2 years ago it meant leaving my home for my semester abroad in Salzburg, Austria.

This was my home. This will always be my home.

(If you don't recognize this house, we should probably talk about what you missed out on during your childhood.)

As much as I miss Salzburg, I will always miss these girls more.
Luckily, we find ways to meet up for fantastic weekends in California. I know that we will always be an important part of each other's memories and hopefully each other's future lives.
Friday, September 10, 2010
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Epic AZ Trip: Besties
Saturday we were very busy bees. Perfect, no?
We got mani/pedis. We ate Golden Spoon. We wandered around Downtown Mesa, which I adored. I photographed some strange statues, some Domestic Bliss loveliness, and my gorgeous friend next to what I call the “famous photoshoot steps.”



After our run to Sprinkles, we went to the blessedly refreshing pool for a long time. It was wonderful and just what we needed although we almost didn’t make it in. Doors can be tricky, you guys.
I won’t bore you with details, but we spent a healthy couple of hours discussing the Hunger Games cast and memorizing the Antoine Dodson video (and song!) after Ted shared it with Lar for the first time. I don’t know how she missed it when it swept the internet several weeks ago, but don’t worry, it’s in her life now.

I know I’m a broken record but I feel so blessed to have had the opportunity to hang out with my soulsistah-bestie in Arizona this past weekend. I am just sad that we are about to be separated by the Atlantic Ocean.
{Spain.} So…
Run and tell THAT, home boy.
P.S.: Lar, next time can we play Marry-o cart?




