Friday, July 27, 2012
Friday, July 20, 2012
Another day.
Today is the day when I look at my ipod and it tells me it
is empty. I don’t know when or how it happened, what button I pressed or maybe
it’s just with age, but just like that, 7 years worth of collected music,
playlists, my solitare scores, all gone. Just like that.
On another note…Woah, time is flying fassst. I took a walk to the lighthouse today. Surprised I didn’t get lost. It was a beaaauuutiful walk. Gosh. The Basque country is truly one of the most beautiful places. The walk was all along the coast. I said a few hola’s. Got home, wrote in journal. Ate tomatoes for lunch.
Nighttime: Leire doesn’t like me a bit tonight. Not sure why. She doesn’t want to change her clothes, brush her teeth, nada. She tells me “…mejor cuando no estaba”. It was better when you weren’t here. It gets quiet. I give her the look of ouch. She looks back shrugs her shoulders and says like a prissy teenager, ya esta, ya esta – that’s all. Then Maia quickly jumps in and says “no, no Leire its better now when she is here” and continues on. My heart recovers. I give her a kiss. Then Jon comes in and says, yeah es mucho major con Erica. This makes me feel great!! Afterwards there was still drama but it got fixed and I end up on the feet of their beds again singing them to sleep. But this time I actually sing Maia to sleep. When it seems quiet I creep out the door. Jon asks if he can come with me, I tell him I’ll stay till they’re asleep. I stay longer and when I think they’re asleep I creep out the crooked wood floors. Jon says “Erica, te veo!” I see you! He is scared. I tell him its okay; he asks if he can come with me again. I say yes. Then I hear Leire say “me too”. So I clear my bed and in jump Jon and Leire and I all squished on my bed. I’m smiling. Eventually Jon and Leire realize they can’t all fit and push each other. Leire ends up leaving. Jon stays and we fall asleep. Around 230 I wake up to footsteps, a light on in the hallway, and finally laughing. I look up and Iciar and Joseba are outside my door surprised and laughing at Jon in my bed. They carry him to his room.
On another note…Woah, time is flying fassst. I took a walk to the lighthouse today. Surprised I didn’t get lost. It was a beaaauuutiful walk. Gosh. The Basque country is truly one of the most beautiful places. The walk was all along the coast. I said a few hola’s. Got home, wrote in journal. Ate tomatoes for lunch.
Nighttime: Leire doesn’t like me a bit tonight. Not sure why. She doesn’t want to change her clothes, brush her teeth, nada. She tells me “…mejor cuando no estaba”. It was better when you weren’t here. It gets quiet. I give her the look of ouch. She looks back shrugs her shoulders and says like a prissy teenager, ya esta, ya esta – that’s all. Then Maia quickly jumps in and says “no, no Leire its better now when she is here” and continues on. My heart recovers. I give her a kiss. Then Jon comes in and says, yeah es mucho major con Erica. This makes me feel great!! Afterwards there was still drama but it got fixed and I end up on the feet of their beds again singing them to sleep. But this time I actually sing Maia to sleep. When it seems quiet I creep out the door. Jon asks if he can come with me, I tell him I’ll stay till they’re asleep. I stay longer and when I think they’re asleep I creep out the crooked wood floors. Jon says “Erica, te veo!” I see you! He is scared. I tell him its okay; he asks if he can come with me again. I say yes. Then I hear Leire say “me too”. So I clear my bed and in jump Jon and Leire and I all squished on my bed. I’m smiling. Eventually Jon and Leire realize they can’t all fit and push each other. Leire ends up leaving. Jon stays and we fall asleep. Around 230 I wake up to footsteps, a light on in the hallway, and finally laughing. I look up and Iciar and Joseba are outside my door surprised and laughing at Jon in my bed. They carry him to his room.
Thursday, July 19, 2012
Dreams
I have really distinct dreams all the time. They probably have no significance.
I had a dream last night I was going home. It was nice, I was happy. Then all of the sudden while I was talking to my friends on a train, discussing classes I was trying to take, my laughing turned into to crying and I yelled out, “where is the nearest direct train to Spain?!” I didn’t like everyone speaking English. I didn’t like the lifestyle of Rexburg. I didn’t like being away from Spain. It was very sad. There were only one or two things I was happy about being home. Then we looked at pictures of Marrakesh on this magical train we were on that resembled (in the dream) something of Hemingway’s stories. Then I woke up.
I had a dream last night I was going home. It was nice, I was happy. Then all of the sudden while I was talking to my friends on a train, discussing classes I was trying to take, my laughing turned into to crying and I yelled out, “where is the nearest direct train to Spain?!” I didn’t like everyone speaking English. I didn’t like the lifestyle of Rexburg. I didn’t like being away from Spain. It was very sad. There were only one or two things I was happy about being home. Then we looked at pictures of Marrakesh on this magical train we were on that resembled (in the dream) something of Hemingway’s stories. Then I woke up.
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Morning
I’m free this morning. I wake up to
seagulls, as usual. I shower with the window cracked open. Breakfast is Cola
Cao and biscuits. I head over to the Bar Maite. I get an orange juice and do my
hw, at the same time trying to figure out travel plans but it’s sooo stressful,
joooeee. Morocco seems more expensive. Dangit. I send mom and dad an email;
it’s been forever since we’ve spoken. Weird. An hour and a half ish later I finish
everything. I’m done with Art 117 forever!! Phew. I hope I still have an A
after this final project. I get home. I take off my shoes. I put on my
slippers. Another morning in Spain.
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
A Day in Lekeitio
It’s a nice nice day. Girls finally
wake up at noon. I turn on some Gramatik. M and L and I dance in the living
room throughout the whole song. It’s a beautiful thing. I love it. Getting
dressed and English class is difficult, but its fine. Joseba and J get in. We
go to the beach. Eat our lunch: Arroz con tomate, pechuga. Their friends are
there too. We chill out. I bathe, “swim” alone for a while. Lay out. Go in the
water with all the kids, help M in the boogie board. She’s so cute in her
surfing outfit. We snack, lay out a bit, play with M. I love these kids. We go
search for sand crabs. All the kids and the dads. Those things are
disguuuusting. Freaky. The kids love them. They also get tiny baby shrimp like
things. And a few tiny fish. After catching a giant crab thing they let them
all go. The sun is setting. It’s really very beautiful. The boys and I get in
the water to bathe. The tide is very far now, but the waves are large. It’s a
lot of fun swimming with them. I can be crazy and scream and be over the top
and they love it. J and I had fun.
Around 1015 we leave. Time for dinner. We eat at Joseba’s mothers house, she lives right down the street. I like it there. She is so happy and nice. We watch cartoons while it’s cooking, all of us on, grandmas nicely laid bed. We eat Spanish egg (cooked on one side-I love it now) with french fries, croquetas, lomo, bread and tomatoes. I am shy, of course and they tell me I can’t be. She told me if I’m shy and don’t eat a lot I can’t come over anymore. Haha. We finish and go home. I go to a bar to turn in my hw I thought was due that day. Turns out it is due in 3 days and what is due today I have not done. Go figure. It’s only the bartender and me at midnight. I feel bad. He’s very nice. I finish some things and decide to leave cause its way late. I say sorry and he says no no, tranquila, don’t worry, eat something and relax if you’d like. I laugh. Maybe it was my tiredness but I decide to talk. I tell him I’m doing hw and it’s awful. He laughs, asks where I’m from, I tell him, explain why I’m here, etc... He says ill probably learn more Euskera here – hah, maybe if it wasn’t the most difficult language in the world. He was super nice. It was good to talk to someone, a local, for a time. He said eskerrik asco – thank you. I said de nada, he told me the basque word for you’re welcome, I repeated it. We said our hasta luegos.
I get in bed, I hear a few seagulls.
Around 1015 we leave. Time for dinner. We eat at Joseba’s mothers house, she lives right down the street. I like it there. She is so happy and nice. We watch cartoons while it’s cooking, all of us on, grandmas nicely laid bed. We eat Spanish egg (cooked on one side-I love it now) with french fries, croquetas, lomo, bread and tomatoes. I am shy, of course and they tell me I can’t be. She told me if I’m shy and don’t eat a lot I can’t come over anymore. Haha. We finish and go home. I go to a bar to turn in my hw I thought was due that day. Turns out it is due in 3 days and what is due today I have not done. Go figure. It’s only the bartender and me at midnight. I feel bad. He’s very nice. I finish some things and decide to leave cause its way late. I say sorry and he says no no, tranquila, don’t worry, eat something and relax if you’d like. I laugh. Maybe it was my tiredness but I decide to talk. I tell him I’m doing hw and it’s awful. He laughs, asks where I’m from, I tell him, explain why I’m here, etc... He says ill probably learn more Euskera here – hah, maybe if it wasn’t the most difficult language in the world. He was super nice. It was good to talk to someone, a local, for a time. He said eskerrik asco – thank you. I said de nada, he told me the basque word for you’re welcome, I repeated it. We said our hasta luegos.
I get in bed, I hear a few seagulls.
Monday, July 16, 2012
San Fermin
Ever heard of San Fermin??
Words cannot describe my anticipation and excitement for this trip. I just finished Hemingway’s ‘The Sun Also Rises’ (I’ll do my review on the book later) and I was so excited. It was surreal that it was actually happening. Mika and I got into Bilbao Thursday night, chilled Friday morning – got our outfits ready: pure white shorts with a slightly cream button down tank (I know, but it was sheer and with a white tank underneath it semi passed as white) my white Mickey Shoes and my backpack. We meet Richard, Willie & Carolina at the terminus to take the 4pm bus to Vitoria. After getting to Vitoria we meet Alex and we go to the Eroski mother store (HUGE) and get our food for the next 24 hours. We stop at a few more places for necessities. We make our way, get lost and por fiiinnnn make it to Pamplona-Iruña (its Basque name) around 8pm.
As we drive through the city, every person we pass, old and young is wearing white with a touch a red (around the neck or waist). It’s so magical. I’m really here. We park and meet up with a Pamplonian who will show us around. He brings his funny French friend. They take us to the town to where the fiesta is. First is a giant park filled with nicely set up large stand of food, beer, wine and souvenirs. My eye goes straight to the churro stand of course. There are tons of people. We continue through and the stands turn into set up blocked off tables of street vendors. These are less fancy. Less food and more t-shirts, African bags and perfumed soap. We finally make it to Casco Viejo / Casco Antigua (every Spanish town has one-except Lekeitio of course which is all the old part). We are up high, on the edge of the ‘mountain’ looking at everything below. There is a giant carnival going on, the Ferris wheel and colorful lights are hard to miss. We continue walking and notice many lined up at the edge and as we look over it seems lots of people are crowding around anticipating something. We find out that the bulls will be going through this street at 10pm to go to their holding place getting ready for tomorrow. It’s 15 till so we race down to try to get a good spot. The sun is setting now (945 and sun? I love summer). We find a way to climb up to a somewhat grassy area. It’s quite the trek. We get a little muddy and some leaf irritated my skin but we made it. Whites still white. We saw them being led, running. Cooool! Everyone cheered. It finished. WE go down to the carnival area. I love carnivals. The smell, the look, the people. I just love it. We walk through, there are so many people, nothing new. All foreigners no doubt. Willie and I get churros. It was hard to choose, they had chocolate filled, dipped, covered, but we got the classic. They were so good. A little later we all shared a ridiculously large sized cotton candy. We see the famous fireworks go off. Everyone stops where they are and looks up. It was neat. But to be honest, I feel like I never enjoy watching them as much as everyone else…is that bad? Anyway, afterwards Mika and I buy San Fermin sweaters and scarves. The guy was like super cool at first but then got all annoyed and lame by the end, weird vendors. We then made the trek to the car. We park it closer; I change into pants (so glad I brought those, habia frio!) We eat our dinner (never mind it’s about 1am). Bocadillo de Lomo, jusanitos and cerveza sin alcohol. It’s fun. We then leave to fiesta.
It’s approximately 2am now. In the giant plaza/park area there are hundreds of people listening/dancing to a live music group. They played all the popular hits (Spanish/Latin/Portuguese). Everyone was dancing, a lot of Latinos there. It was sof un. After forever s girls have to pee. The line to the “nice” bathrooms is ridiculous. We try the boys bathroom. There’s a man there that says no….who knew they’d have a bouncer for public restrooms..? So we go through the park to find some portables. Turns out those bathrooms are pretty much just like a shower. So Mika and I are in neighboring bathrooms and I’m about to pee my pants as we’re trying to talk each other through how we are going to accomplish this. Oh gosh and the smell was just wretched. It was the most awful, most funny thing ever. Joee! We go back to the concert and dance with everyone some more. The French learning Spanish boy is quite funny and dances with each of us girls all dramatically. The concert finished.
We make our way to the real Casco Antigua. It’s jam packed! And also smelly and wet and just crazy. There are random people barbequing in open spaces and selling it. We hold hands to make it through without losing anyone. We get to the plaza, square where we can breath a little. It seems like this is where all the piss drunk people area trying to get a hold of their selves. It’s funny. I see a Hemingway monument and map thing showing where one would go to see what he saw. Man, If I was here for more than 24 hours I would try to go through it, really neat. WE finally make it to this bar our friend wanted to show us. It’s packed of course but it’s whatever. There are attractive men everywhere. It was fun to be checked out even though they were probably all drunk. I may have danced with a few randoms. Speak some spanglish. Its funny cause some people who are obviously foreigners will try to speak to us in Spanish because we look Spanish. We walk around to find another place. We get to a much bigger place. We dance. I really do like dancing. I ask for a coke and the guy gives me a half whiskey half coke mixture. I tell him cause I don’t want to pay 8e for that and he apologizes and asked if the coke was better then usual this time. Hah. It’s cool because when I’m surrounded by people who know barely any Spanish I feel fluent when talking to bartenders or random Spanish people. Yes! I’m sure these details are boring so I’ll just say it was a long fun night of fiesta-ing, I met a lot of people from lots of places, a couple Americans, English, French (this one guy, no matter how many times I told him I didn’t speak French, would only talk to me in French) and lots of Spanish.
By 630 everyone leaves the clubs and finds spots for watching the bulls run (8am) we walk around a bit, the sun is rising, get a neapolitan, and then get a spot. The fence is all filled with people so we’re betting on being able to see by standing on top of this trashcan. We wait and wait, and finally 8am comes and we hear the first shot. A couple minutes go by and we see people coming in the street. They are walking. Another shot comes. The runners begin to pick up the pace. Finally we hear the bulls coming. People run and look frightened, looking behind them as often as they can. They come! We see it! We scream and yell in Spanish! We hear another shot. Some people begin to leave. No way it can be over… So I go to the 1st gate, then pass through to the 2nd, bordering the streets. More come! And I’m right there! It’s so cool. And then one more batch. Woah. And then just like that it’s finished. Right now everyone is in the stadium to see the coming in of the bulls. We wait outside the stadium and when the doors open and some people leave we sneak in and find some seats. All the runners are in the arena where the trade in and out baby cows and the people will try to get as close as they can to it without being steered. It’s really cool. A lot of people get trampled but they seem to be all right. Some people held on to it’s back for a good amount of time. Everyone cheered. The sun was really coming in the arena and it was beautiful. When it finishes we leave. The actually running of the real groomed and large bulls and bull fighting is at 6pm tonight and costs a good amount of money. We decided that we would see that in Bilbao during their festival (apparently the bull fights are much nicer and better there.)
We walk back to the car, it’s about 10am now. We get in the car and drive back to Vitoria. We are all passed out. When we get to the bus station we all trample out of the car, dirty white pants and shirts, crooked red scarves. We are tired out of our minds, some drunk, it’s quite a funny site. People around are looking at us like “yeah we know exaaactly what you did.” I laugh. We take the bus, take metro, get off at Moyua, buy a pizza, eat the pizza. The Mika and I go to sleep at about 2pm.
Fiesta all night, siesta all day.
Words cannot describe my anticipation and excitement for this trip. I just finished Hemingway’s ‘The Sun Also Rises’ (I’ll do my review on the book later) and I was so excited. It was surreal that it was actually happening. Mika and I got into Bilbao Thursday night, chilled Friday morning – got our outfits ready: pure white shorts with a slightly cream button down tank (I know, but it was sheer and with a white tank underneath it semi passed as white) my white Mickey Shoes and my backpack. We meet Richard, Willie & Carolina at the terminus to take the 4pm bus to Vitoria. After getting to Vitoria we meet Alex and we go to the Eroski mother store (HUGE) and get our food for the next 24 hours. We stop at a few more places for necessities. We make our way, get lost and por fiiinnnn make it to Pamplona-Iruña (its Basque name) around 8pm.
As we drive through the city, every person we pass, old and young is wearing white with a touch a red (around the neck or waist). It’s so magical. I’m really here. We park and meet up with a Pamplonian who will show us around. He brings his funny French friend. They take us to the town to where the fiesta is. First is a giant park filled with nicely set up large stand of food, beer, wine and souvenirs. My eye goes straight to the churro stand of course. There are tons of people. We continue through and the stands turn into set up blocked off tables of street vendors. These are less fancy. Less food and more t-shirts, African bags and perfumed soap. We finally make it to Casco Viejo / Casco Antigua (every Spanish town has one-except Lekeitio of course which is all the old part). We are up high, on the edge of the ‘mountain’ looking at everything below. There is a giant carnival going on, the Ferris wheel and colorful lights are hard to miss. We continue walking and notice many lined up at the edge and as we look over it seems lots of people are crowding around anticipating something. We find out that the bulls will be going through this street at 10pm to go to their holding place getting ready for tomorrow. It’s 15 till so we race down to try to get a good spot. The sun is setting now (945 and sun? I love summer). We find a way to climb up to a somewhat grassy area. It’s quite the trek. We get a little muddy and some leaf irritated my skin but we made it. Whites still white. We saw them being led, running. Cooool! Everyone cheered. It finished. WE go down to the carnival area. I love carnivals. The smell, the look, the people. I just love it. We walk through, there are so many people, nothing new. All foreigners no doubt. Willie and I get churros. It was hard to choose, they had chocolate filled, dipped, covered, but we got the classic. They were so good. A little later we all shared a ridiculously large sized cotton candy. We see the famous fireworks go off. Everyone stops where they are and looks up. It was neat. But to be honest, I feel like I never enjoy watching them as much as everyone else…is that bad? Anyway, afterwards Mika and I buy San Fermin sweaters and scarves. The guy was like super cool at first but then got all annoyed and lame by the end, weird vendors. We then made the trek to the car. We park it closer; I change into pants (so glad I brought those, habia frio!) We eat our dinner (never mind it’s about 1am). Bocadillo de Lomo, jusanitos and cerveza sin alcohol. It’s fun. We then leave to fiesta.
It’s approximately 2am now. In the giant plaza/park area there are hundreds of people listening/dancing to a live music group. They played all the popular hits (Spanish/Latin/Portuguese). Everyone was dancing, a lot of Latinos there. It was sof un. After forever s girls have to pee. The line to the “nice” bathrooms is ridiculous. We try the boys bathroom. There’s a man there that says no….who knew they’d have a bouncer for public restrooms..? So we go through the park to find some portables. Turns out those bathrooms are pretty much just like a shower. So Mika and I are in neighboring bathrooms and I’m about to pee my pants as we’re trying to talk each other through how we are going to accomplish this. Oh gosh and the smell was just wretched. It was the most awful, most funny thing ever. Joee! We go back to the concert and dance with everyone some more. The French learning Spanish boy is quite funny and dances with each of us girls all dramatically. The concert finished.
We make our way to the real Casco Antigua. It’s jam packed! And also smelly and wet and just crazy. There are random people barbequing in open spaces and selling it. We hold hands to make it through without losing anyone. We get to the plaza, square where we can breath a little. It seems like this is where all the piss drunk people area trying to get a hold of their selves. It’s funny. I see a Hemingway monument and map thing showing where one would go to see what he saw. Man, If I was here for more than 24 hours I would try to go through it, really neat. WE finally make it to this bar our friend wanted to show us. It’s packed of course but it’s whatever. There are attractive men everywhere. It was fun to be checked out even though they were probably all drunk. I may have danced with a few randoms. Speak some spanglish. Its funny cause some people who are obviously foreigners will try to speak to us in Spanish because we look Spanish. We walk around to find another place. We get to a much bigger place. We dance. I really do like dancing. I ask for a coke and the guy gives me a half whiskey half coke mixture. I tell him cause I don’t want to pay 8e for that and he apologizes and asked if the coke was better then usual this time. Hah. It’s cool because when I’m surrounded by people who know barely any Spanish I feel fluent when talking to bartenders or random Spanish people. Yes! I’m sure these details are boring so I’ll just say it was a long fun night of fiesta-ing, I met a lot of people from lots of places, a couple Americans, English, French (this one guy, no matter how many times I told him I didn’t speak French, would only talk to me in French) and lots of Spanish.
By 630 everyone leaves the clubs and finds spots for watching the bulls run (8am) we walk around a bit, the sun is rising, get a neapolitan, and then get a spot. The fence is all filled with people so we’re betting on being able to see by standing on top of this trashcan. We wait and wait, and finally 8am comes and we hear the first shot. A couple minutes go by and we see people coming in the street. They are walking. Another shot comes. The runners begin to pick up the pace. Finally we hear the bulls coming. People run and look frightened, looking behind them as often as they can. They come! We see it! We scream and yell in Spanish! We hear another shot. Some people begin to leave. No way it can be over… So I go to the 1st gate, then pass through to the 2nd, bordering the streets. More come! And I’m right there! It’s so cool. And then one more batch. Woah. And then just like that it’s finished. Right now everyone is in the stadium to see the coming in of the bulls. We wait outside the stadium and when the doors open and some people leave we sneak in and find some seats. All the runners are in the arena where the trade in and out baby cows and the people will try to get as close as they can to it without being steered. It’s really cool. A lot of people get trampled but they seem to be all right. Some people held on to it’s back for a good amount of time. Everyone cheered. The sun was really coming in the arena and it was beautiful. When it finishes we leave. The actually running of the real groomed and large bulls and bull fighting is at 6pm tonight and costs a good amount of money. We decided that we would see that in Bilbao during their festival (apparently the bull fights are much nicer and better there.)
We walk back to the car, it’s about 10am now. We get in the car and drive back to Vitoria. We are all passed out. When we get to the bus station we all trample out of the car, dirty white pants and shirts, crooked red scarves. We are tired out of our minds, some drunk, it’s quite a funny site. People around are looking at us like “yeah we know exaaactly what you did.” I laugh. We take the bus, take metro, get off at Moyua, buy a pizza, eat the pizza. The Mika and I go to sleep at about 2pm.
Fiesta all night, siesta all day.
Thursday, July 12, 2012
It's been 3 months
I tell the kids a bedtime story. But not before the little
man ha hecho un pedo. – farts – Then like 7 more time. I fan it away with the
pillow and the kids cannot stop laughing.
The story begins. It’s about a girl named Erica (they like when I’m the main character. She is muy guapa, of course, and she meets a dolphin and together they find a sunken ship with treasure in it. Gold, money, salchichas and chocolate. Then after I turn off the lights little M asks me if I can sleep in their room for a little bit. This is a first, so I say yes. So I lay at the feet of their beds. I sing some songs. Rosebud; You are my Sunshine; Lullaby. It’s nice. Then the father comes home. Lays down with the kids. They make me sing Sunshine. Then M sings it, then L, then J. They know almost every word. Adorable. I can’t stops smiling/laughing. It’s a good thing the light was off.
At the 3 month mark, I really feel like I love them, this family. We are comfortable with eachother, happy (more or less). They come to me now. Cry less - less. It’s a nice thing. A very very nice thing.
The story begins. It’s about a girl named Erica (they like when I’m the main character. She is muy guapa, of course, and she meets a dolphin and together they find a sunken ship with treasure in it. Gold, money, salchichas and chocolate. Then after I turn off the lights little M asks me if I can sleep in their room for a little bit. This is a first, so I say yes. So I lay at the feet of their beds. I sing some songs. Rosebud; You are my Sunshine; Lullaby. It’s nice. Then the father comes home. Lays down with the kids. They make me sing Sunshine. Then M sings it, then L, then J. They know almost every word. Adorable. I can’t stops smiling/laughing. It’s a good thing the light was off.
At the 3 month mark, I really feel like I love them, this family. We are comfortable with eachother, happy (more or less). They come to me now. Cry less - less. It’s a nice thing. A very very nice thing.
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Photographs Update
I've calculated how much money I have (not much) with the money I'll be making (also not much) added in my desired traveling costs, living costs, flight back home, the few souvenirs I might get and realized I don't have money to get my film developed anymore. So I won't be adding anymore film until I get back in September where I can develop them for free.
A big bummer, but I guess maybe it can be like a cool surprise..?
A big bummer, but I guess maybe it can be like a cool surprise..?
Portra 400
I've moved to a place with no internet, well only in cafes and bars for me. So I'm just gonna throw them all on here. Photos include my trip to San Sebastian, Bilbao, some engagement shots and trip to Paris.
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
Family Vacation: Marbella
Marbella!! What a trip. It’s a girl trip. The mother and the
kids, me, her sister and child and then the grandmother. Everyone is just so
chilled and happy. We literally spent all day everyday by the pool. We spend
the evenings walking around the coast. So many foreigners.
I went out with a friend of theirs son and his friends the 2nd night I was there. Hah, crazy evening. Very nice guys, they knew English pretty well so we spoke in Spanglish. By 4am we finally made it to the disco/club. I’ve never been in a club like that before, jooo ee!! It was fancy. And it better have been I paid 10e to be there. It was super sweet. We left the disco with the rest of the world around 630 and by 8am I finally made it home in my pull out bed. Guys, these kinds of hours are totally normal for Spaniards. And I fear I’ve somewhat gotten used to it.
Overall it was really a lovely trip. I feel like I got a lot closer to the family, I got to swim, I got super black, I made fiesta’d, I made friends with the lifeguards, read a lot, I laid on the beach by myself under a full moon, I ate a lot of chocolate and ice cream, I told some really great bedtime stories, I finally finish Hemingway’s “the Sun Also Rises”, I figured out how to change the TV to English and watched my first show since being here in English, watched Spain win the Europe Cup and minus the 20 min on the mother phone, I went 8 days without internet.
I went out with a friend of theirs son and his friends the 2nd night I was there. Hah, crazy evening. Very nice guys, they knew English pretty well so we spoke in Spanglish. By 4am we finally made it to the disco/club. I’ve never been in a club like that before, jooo ee!! It was fancy. And it better have been I paid 10e to be there. It was super sweet. We left the disco with the rest of the world around 630 and by 8am I finally made it home in my pull out bed. Guys, these kinds of hours are totally normal for Spaniards. And I fear I’ve somewhat gotten used to it.
Overall it was really a lovely trip. I feel like I got a lot closer to the family, I got to swim, I got super black, I made fiesta’d, I made friends with the lifeguards, read a lot, I laid on the beach by myself under a full moon, I ate a lot of chocolate and ice cream, I told some really great bedtime stories, I finally finish Hemingway’s “the Sun Also Rises”, I figured out how to change the TV to English and watched my first show since being here in English, watched Spain win the Europe Cup and minus the 20 min on the mother phone, I went 8 days without internet.
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