The one with the field trip to Cordoba

Friday my second and third year bilingual students took a trip to Cordoba for their science classes. I was going to go, and Chus was nice enough to offer to let Marissa come along with us. It was perfect because it let us leave straight from there for Granada, our destination for the weekend.  

We left Zafra relatively early, around 8:30, but it wasn't too bad. The countryside is beautiful right now because of all the rain we have had and because it hasn't gotten too hot yet. It is absolutely beautiful in Spain right now! I have pulled out the sandals and short sleeve shirts, and it feels glorious for my skin to finally see the sun again.  On the bus we enjoyed the serenading of a groups of my second year girls.  Two of my third years begged me to talk to them out of boredom. Last week one of them told me they would miss me when I was gone. Honestly I was shocked; I didn't think I had made an impact on a single one of my third years. It as definitely nice to hear.

Anyways, we arrived at the botanical gardens without too much hoopla. First stop there was a museum dedicated to plants role in culture and how our use or them has changed over the years. It was interesting to learn more about some of the main crops of the area, olives, cork trees, wheat, and saffron. They also talked about the influences of other cultures that have changed Spanish food and cultivation over the years. For example, paella is probably the most typical Spanish dish, but the rice is due to Arabic influences and the tomato is from the Americas. Pretty cool! I was so proud of my kids for being so quiet and engaged; I was pleasantly surprised because there were so many of them. 

Next we hit up some greenhouses about plants in the Americas. Let's just say I didn't really recognize any of them except the banana plants (thanks dad) and the cacti. I think it was more focused on Latin and South America because there didn't seem to be any of the deciduous forest plants that we have in so much of the United States. Back outside they had a cool part with some spice plants like mint and lemon-balm. I felt knowledgable! Finally we walked through the gardens, and the kids took notes on some of try different plant we saw. I think they have to do a project on one of them or else I have no idea why they were so motivated with the note-taking.

Then it was time for Marissa and I to go to the bus station, so we said goodbye and started the trek. It was HOT! But mostly because we aren't used to any heat. We arrived in time for an excellent lunch of paella and bacalao pizaarón, which was fried cod with a sort of tomato/onion pizza-y sauce. Both were excellent and left me in excellent shape for my nap on the bus.  What struck me most coming into Granada was the towering Sierra Nevada mountains, still snow-covered and white in the distance. At first, I didn't even know what it was that was making the mountains white lol. Everyone talks about how hot Andalucia is, so it is easy to forget that there are freezing mountains where people are snowboarding right now.

We made it to Granada with no difficulties, other than some drooling on my part. It was around 7 by the time we got to the hostel, so we figured out our stuff and went to find dinner, subway. I always feel a bit guilty when we eat at places like that, but sometimes you just want the quick and familiar. After we walked over to the main street for tapas to get some drinks. I had some tinto de verano, a slightly fizzy red-wine-ish drink, which came with tortilla española and bread with a tomato spread. Yay for Granada's famous free tapas! Then we were ready to relax at the hostel, full and satisfied.

The one with Dia del Centro

Today was Dia del Centro at my school, which is essentially a day to cut loose, do some different activities, and have fun.  I asked if there was any deeper meaning or purpose, and evidently, in the past the school had one more day off in the fall for Feria, but when the government said that wasn't allowed, they decided to create Dia del Centro in the spring for a break.  There were lots of fun things for the kids to do, like do sports (mostly football), build and set off rockets, do arts and crafts, and participate in contests in various school subjects.  There were also chocolate con churros, which is obviously a favorite for me, so I was a happy girl.  I mostly walked around, but I got the chance to do something absolutely awesome!  I made a pot using the traditional clay from this part of Extremadura.  It was the first time I have ever made pottery using a potter's wheel, and it was awesome and super fun!  I was pretty proud of myself, and I understood the directions in Spanish.  

 Later, we went to the Salon de Actos (Auditorium) to watch and do karaoke in English, mostly to the Beatles.  All of my kids have been saying for the past week that they weren't going to do it, but a good number of them went up in groups.  They were all trying to get me to go up, but I explained to them that I have been known to make people cry with my singing. So I told them there was no way I was going up there...Alone :)  I got a group of four of first year girls, and we went up and sang "Help!" by the Beatles.  I was pretty proud of myself.  It wasn't exactly in character for me, but I really wanted to prove to myself that I could do it.  Nobody could tell who was singing what anyways because the microphone wasn't turned up very loud, so nobody cried!

 We went back outside to listen to some of the students play in their rock band.  It is actually pretty cute; one of the teachers, Lluvia (which means rain), leads a group that practices during Recreo at school.  I don't know if they perform anywhere but at school functions, but I imagine they have a pretty good time of it.  Two of my fourth year bilingual section boys are in the group, and they always look pretty pleased with themselves, as they should.  Then it was back to the Salon de Actos to watch a former student perform magic tricks.  It was fairly entertaining, not that he will replace David Blaine anytime soon.  One of my private lesson kids went up on stage to help perform a trick, and it was fun to watch.  Then the school day was over, so all the students left, but many of the teachers stayed for lunch after school.  They hired someone to come and make the gorgeous looking paella below.  This is how paella is supposed to be done, for a community, in a giant pan, cooked on an open flame fire.  It was delicious with calamari, mussels, and clams.  The chef also took the time to explain the whole process to me, which was really neat too.  Many of the teachers brought their young children too, which was fun to watch.  One of the English teachers only speaks English to his children, so it was cool that his two year old understood and spoke a bit of English.  All in all an excellent day, except for when our waiter insulted me and my Spanish by saying that Marissa's is better than mine.  Maybe it is because I never know if the waiter and I are speaking English or Spanish together, but lo que sea (whatever!).

The one without a 12 hour bus ride

We didn't have much time left on Sunday, so we planned for a slow morning.  I got up early to do some homework, and then we ate cafe y tostada before heading out to check out the park next to our hostel. It was a gorgeous morning, the way that Spain is supposed to be in the Spring, and there were some very nice views.  I am very excited for the probable Spring that we are about to enjoy.  I am ready for sandals and short-sleeves, the beach and meals at outside cafes.  It was awesome that we got to enjoy some of this in Galicia!

Next we headed over to the Pilgrim museum, which tells a bit about the history of the city, St. James, and the history of the pilgrimage.  I can't lie. It was super boring, like one of the most boring museums I have ever been to.  All the signs on the wall were in Gallego, which is like Spanish until you start reading it and you realize that there are a good number of words that you can't read.  They had books in each room in English and Spanish, but each room had like 10 pages of materials, which was way way way too much for the number of things that they were talking about.  We read through a few pages at various points, but mostly we walked through looking at random art of St. James.  It took a lot less time than we thought it would (surprise, surprise), so we walked around a bit.

Finally, we went back to our hostel to pick up our luggage and then settled in for a snack at a cafe.  It was chocolate con churros on the menu, and man, let me tell you, they were good, maybe the second best chocolate con churros I have had since coming to Spain, mostly because of the chocolate.  Let me explain.  Many times when they are talking about chocolate con churros, they really mean hot cocoa, but sometimes it is thicker, more like a hot chocolate with extra melty chocolate.  Those are the best times.  The chocolate was so thick and yummy!  But the churros were second rate, in my extensive churro knowledge, not quite as soft and bread-y as I like mine.  Then it was on the bus to the hotel and back to southern Spain.

All was not lost though, because while we were gone, it seems like southern Spain got with the picture, and it became Spring.  Look how green it is!  I might be able to pull out my shorts when we go to Granada next weekend, GASP!

The one with Galicia's greatest

Our second day in Galicia, we made one of the best decisions since coming to Spain, going to A CORUÑA by train! For those of you who have never heard of this jewel of a city, which is probably all of you, it is everything that is awesome in a city, at least it was while I was there.  I have tried not to dwell too much on the negative parts of living in Spain, but one of them has definitely been the amount of rain we have experienced in Extremadura this year. It is just wrong because it is supposed to be one of the driest places in Spain, but not this year. To mix things up completely, our entire trip to Galicia the weather was phenomenal, even though it is usually colder and rainy there. Silly Spain! Back to A Coruña. This is a coastal city and isn't really known as a tourist city, but I loved it whole-hearted (ok, maybe not the wind-burnt skin). 

  

The train station was a bit more than a mile and a half away from the place to be, so we started with a nice little walk. After checking out the tourist office for a map and being complimented on my Spanish-speaking abilities, we decided to make a big loop around the peninsula to see the sights and coast. Oh man, was it worth it! The water was so pretty, and the sun felt so nice on my skin. We took at least a hundred pictures because the harbor was just so impressive. Around much of the city there is an awesome bike and walking path that lets you take in all the sites. We made good use of it, and it was nice to see so many townspeople out getting some exercise or family time. We smiled when one dad explained in Spanish to his little girl that we were from the United States.

Eventually we wound our way to the part of the peninsula with the aquarium, and GUESS WHAT WE SAW OUTSIDE THE AQUARIUM?!?! Did you guess?  There was a sort of pen that had four dolphins in it!  Unfortunately we weren’t in A Coruña long enough to have time to go to the aquarium, but the dolphins made me exceptionally happy.  There is just something about marine wildlife that makes me happy in general.

Anyways, next we hit up la Torre de Hercules, which is a lighthouse that has been used in some manner since the Roman times, as early as the first century, which is pretty epic. It is one of only a few intact, and it is the only function lighthouse left from anywhere near this era. Similar to another part of Galicia, the Romans who conquered this area believed it to be the end of the earth.  Can you imagine reaching the ocean, convinced that if you sailed off to the East, you would just fall off the earth or fail to exist or something? Craziness... Not to mention, there were some fantastic views.  It was also soooooooo windy, like hair is out of controllable, body being pushed around, afraid it will catch your bag and toss it into the sea kind of windy, but it was a nice change from cold and rainy. 

Afterwards, we continued around the point and headed back into town to find some lunch. We stopped at a restaurant, and I realized how much easier it is to understand people without the extremeno accent. It was like everyone started enunciating again and using their Ss. Marissa and I both started with a dish called delicias de cangrejo. We didn't really know what we were getting into, but we knew it was crab, which seemed like a good pick because Galicia is known for their seafood. It was a buttery crab and cheese dish (maybe small mozzarella pieces) served cold. I liked it a lot, and it was very different from what I usually get. The second dish I got was Raxo, which is a Galicia pork dish, served with french fries. YUM! We finished off with some flan and whipped cream. I never liked flan, until I came to Spain. Here flan is everything that it is supposed to be, and the whipped cream was nice and thick!

We didn't have much time left, so we made a quick trip down to see one of the old castles that juts out on what used to be an island, providing protection for the mainland. Pretty nifty. Then, because we had some issues finding the bus going in the right direction, we high-tailed it back to the train station on foot. We were ready for a rest, so we picked up a pizza and headed back to the hostel. After showers and chill-axation, we tried to tackle dinner, only to realized that the hostel didn't have an oven. So we attempted a pan-fried pizza, or something... it was, hmmmmm, edible, I guess. Not the best thing I have ever cooked by far, but it was cheap, and we ate it in our pajamas. Besides, look at the nifty cottage I cooked my dinner in, how quaint!

The one with the great Pilgrimage

Our trip started on a Thursday night after a complete day of school, homework, and packing. We decided earlier in the year that we wanted to go to Galicia, Spain, but it is the most northwestern part of Spain and not exactly easy to get to from Zafra. Amazingly enough there is a relatively direct bus from our little town. The only problem:  
it is 12 hours long and overnight. We looked into flights, but there were none that were convenient on the way there. You do what you have to do, so we settled in for the long-haul with our bocadillos.  It really wasn't bad, except for the body-odor smell, 'sleeping' in a sitting position, and the kid who was in my face the first few hours. We also had a fun little adventure with the Guardia Civil boarding the bus in the middle of the night with drug-sniffing dogs. They even had one guy get off to search him more closely. That's one dog I really don't want paying attention to me!!  Other than that we made it to Galicia not too much worse for the wear, though definitely tired.

We checked into our hostel and headed out to begin our day in the famous city of Santiago de Compostela, the end point for millions of pilgrims and home to the third most important church in Catholicism.  We decided to start the morning off easy with some museums. First on the agenda was a museum all about history, customs, and life in Galicia. It was actually super interesting, especially because northern Spain is so different from Southern Spain in everything from the musical traditions, which sounded kind of Irish with bag-pipe like instruments, to the climate, which is also similar to Ireland.  They even used to thatch their homes very similarly to the Irish way. The museum was also home to a fantastic spiral staircase that was really three sort of intertwined. I am going to have one of those in my house someday for sure!

Next on the list was the contemporary art museum, which was definitely contemporary. Sometimes it is difficult to see the validity, the point, or even how contemporary art is art, but I actually really like some of it, especially the multimedia exhibits. For example, I don't think I will ever forget the exhibit I saw last year in Charlottesville that used light and wires to create a work reminiscent of the brains circuitry.  But this wasn't really like that, lol. It had an interesting exhibit around exhibits, but I never can understand the art that is just a color on a canvas. What is that??  

After a quick walk around the nearby park that had some pretty views, we headed over to Santiago de Compostela's main attraction, La Catedral de Santiago. Ok, quick Catholicism/Spanish lesson! Santiago equals St. James, who was one of Jesus's twelve disciples. Legend states that St. James came to the Iberian Peninsula, particularly Galicia preaching the gospel and on returning to the Holy Land was beheaded, but his remains were brought back to Galicia.  Around 1075, a form of the cathedral was built as a shrine to the apostle.  This is what makes it so important. The cathedral itself was nice, but mostly appreciable in its historical context, the fact that it has been there for nearly a century.  I can only imagine the feelings of the pilgrims who finally arrive, generally after a journey of a month or so on a path that begins in the South of France. 

We broke for lunch at a cute little restaurant with elephants on the walls. I wanted something new, so I got a cream of squash soup served cold. It was good, creamy and buttery, though I am my father's daughter and probably would have added pepper.  Second course I got pollo asado, which was a roasted chicken with a sauce and served with potatoes. We finished with some Greek yogurt served with honey, a good end.  

Re-energized, we headed back to the Cathedral area to check out the museum there as well as the Palacio de Gimelez. The museum held artifacts from the church as well as some amazing tapestries and very old books. There was a signature log of visitors signed by the Spanish poet Frederico Garcia Lorca who was killed during the Spanish Civil War, which was neat to see.  The palace wasn't what you would consider a traditional palace to be, but I am sure it was quite impressive in its time. My favorite parts were the moss covering the outside and the bagpipe-ish music we could hear being played outside that I just had to dance to. We were the only people there at the time, which was also nice.   After, we headed back to the hostel to finally get some rest, before grabbing a quick dinner and calling it a night.

The one with la Virgen de Belen

I love Spain. I really do, but there are many things I don't understand about it and even more so when they start celebrating with festivals and such.  The funny thing is I am not sure that many people celebrating really know why they are celebrating either.  Not that it is that strange, when I think about the number of people in the U.S. who celebrate Christmas, Easter, Thanksgiving, 4th of July, or practically any holiday without knowing what or why they are really celebrating.  Again, not that you have to focus on the religious aspects of them, but I think there should be a bigger point.  Anyways, this past weekend, starting sometime last week, Zafra had some sort of festival celebrating the Virgin Mary.  When I asked my kids about it, they didn't really know why.  It just is.  The church was out in the country, but we decided to walk over and check it out.  In essence, it seemed a lot like a tailgate for the Virgin.  We didn't really see anyone we knew, so we looked around took in the countryside and walked back home.  At least we made it out of the house!

The one with Cork and Malaga

Friday was a weird day for us.  It felt like a travel day, and I definitely felt like I was really to be home, but our flight didn't leave until 8 PM.  So we had the whole day to fill.  First, we slept in, which was awesome!  After having to get up "early" for all the day trips, some extra sleep was SOOOOO NICE! Then, we decided to pay for one of the those hop-on, hop-off buses to see the city of Cork and kill some time.  It was neat to hear some of the history, but also difficult to picture.  Cork has a really long history dating back to at least the 1100s, but most of the city has been built on the ruins of the past or doesn't even exist anymore.  For example, much of the city was very reminiscent of Venice in its early existence, being marshland and navigated by small boats through the canals.  This is not at all what you see today because the marshlands were all drained centuries ago.  

The parts that are still around tend to be more modern, like the old Ford factory.  Henry Ford was an immigrant from Ireland, in case you didn't know, so he established a factory in Cork and, to this day, still gives the mayor of Cork the first Ford car sold in the city each year.  Speaking of cars, another interesting thing we learned is how license plates work in Ireland.  The first two numbers represent the year the car was manufactured.  Then there is one or two letters to represent the county it was first sold in.  The last numbers represent how many cars had been sold before it.  For example, 08-D-45 would be a 2008 car sold in Dublin that was the 45th car sold in Dublin that year.  And the license plate stays with that car forever.  So now if you go to Ireland, you will know how the license plates work :)

Finally we flew from Cork to Malaga, where we arrived in the middle of the night.  We headed back into Semana Santa madness, but we were still kind of surprised by the number of people out and about at 1 AM in the morning.  We got a good night sleep and rose early to hit up the beach before the final leg of our journey back to Zafra.  It was GORGEOUS!  After all the cold and snow, it was fan-freaking-tastic to feel the sun on my skin and shed my winter coat.  That scarf I am wearing in the picture, I didn't even need it.  I can't wait to go back to the beach.  We have some fun beach trips planned for May, so maybe it will even be warm enough to hang out in my bathing suit.  Here's hoping!  It was a great close to a great trip.  I saw so much and worked my way under the two month  mark.  Less than 2 months until I head back to the United States!! So much to do, so little time!!