Today as I was sitting on a bench outside Tomas's (the little boy) school, a mob of giggling 10 year old girls approached me, and one sheepishly said "hello." We procceded (in spanish, seeing how that was the end of their english) and I admitted (as if they hadn't already guessed by my accent) that I was from the US. Upon hearing this, one girl immeaditly shouted out, "DO YOU HAVE SHARKS THERE!" So, with this prompt, I am going to keep an on going list of things, people and objects people have associated me with upon hearing of my homeland... this could get interesting.
When I say USA, you say:
-Sharks
-American Flags
-George Bush (x alot)
-Obama (x alot)
- How I met your mother (the tv show)
- Mc Donalds and Starbucks
- New York, Miami, Las Vegas (all the asians here want to go to LV...)
There will be more to come.. The list is always growing (in size and oddness.)
Friday, October 22, 2010
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Public ridicule, Irish slang and American Hatin'!
It's not that Barcelona is a dangerous place by any means. But like all big cities, and especially ones with millions of ignorant tourists roaming around (sidenote: please stop wearing sombreros here, that is Mexico people!) it's natural that there is a crowd who is looking to take advantage of these sitting ducks. Enter the pickpockets. Now, I have read in every tourist guide, and heard from all my friends, that when in especially touristy areas (like La Rambla, where this particular story takes place,) to keep a close eye on your bag. So, with this in mind, i've gotten into the habit of wearing my bag/purse across my chest and having it in front of my body, so it's always in view and not leaving my body. But, the other night, after paying for my meal in a restaurant, and hastily shoving my wallet back into my bag to await my food, I let the purse slip to a, "behind the back" position, and (GASP) left it unzipped, and so it began. A old man with a heavy scowl on his face walked up to be and started babbling at lightning speed in spanish. Needless to say, I didn't understand the first 12 times he tried to tell me something. I though maybe I was in the way, so I moved. Then I thought maybe I was supposed to sit while waiting (all these guesses were promoted by his mad hang gesturing.) Finally, I realized he was telling me that I was stupid. Hmm, a little blunt, and forward. So I asked him why. And he merely glanced down at my purse, and then went into a rant about how i'm just begging to be robbed, with my wallet sitting right there, and me already looking like a tourist (even though I try so hard not to.) By this point my cheeks were scarlet red, the entire restaurant had a grin on there face as the watched this episode take place, and worst yet, I had to eat my meal amongst all of them. I mumbled a bashful "thank you" to the old man, because granted, public shame is still better then being robbed. And needless to say, I now, triple check that my purse is zipped and securely in front of me before stepping foot outside.
I've also began to pick up the subtle (yet intense) hatred for American here. Make note, no one hates me because i'm American, but they just dislike my country. So I don't really take any of it personal, and I actually enjoy seeing and hearing peoples perception of the USA. Similarly to the US, Bush isn't popular here by any means. If I ever bring up his name, people use choice words in describing him. One person I talked to even went as far on explaining his theory how 9/11 was really instigated by Bush. That statement kind of floored me, because they truly believed that. And further more, this wasn't just the lone opinion of a crazy guy, that theory resinates with a lot of the people here. Other people have told me how they find it annoying how the USA seems to have a superiority complex, and how we're beyond being "proud" of our country, to a level where we think we are better then any other country. Someone else asked me if most houses really had American Flags in front of them, like portrayed in a lot of the movies. After seeing one of these said movies, I decided that we're not quite as intense as portrayed, however we do have a good amount of stores and business that have a flag waving, where as here, I've only seen them in front of gov't buildings. I guess I just find it interesting how to me, waving a flag on the fourth of July seems patriotic and supportive of my country, where as here, it seems arrogant.
On a lighter note, there is a girl from Ireland who is living in my town and is also 18. She's here teaching English to a elementary school, but knows absolutely NO spanish, so I've been showing here around and trying to introduce her to more english speakers. But my favorite part is the Irish sayings that she uses, although I usually understand them, and sometimes they're similar to ones we have in the US, there is something about the words she uses and her Irish accent that just cracks me up. So now, I'm going to "put my skates on" so i don't miss my bus into Barcelona!
I've also began to pick up the subtle (yet intense) hatred for American here. Make note, no one hates me because i'm American, but they just dislike my country. So I don't really take any of it personal, and I actually enjoy seeing and hearing peoples perception of the USA. Similarly to the US, Bush isn't popular here by any means. If I ever bring up his name, people use choice words in describing him. One person I talked to even went as far on explaining his theory how 9/11 was really instigated by Bush. That statement kind of floored me, because they truly believed that. And further more, this wasn't just the lone opinion of a crazy guy, that theory resinates with a lot of the people here. Other people have told me how they find it annoying how the USA seems to have a superiority complex, and how we're beyond being "proud" of our country, to a level where we think we are better then any other country. Someone else asked me if most houses really had American Flags in front of them, like portrayed in a lot of the movies. After seeing one of these said movies, I decided that we're not quite as intense as portrayed, however we do have a good amount of stores and business that have a flag waving, where as here, I've only seen them in front of gov't buildings. I guess I just find it interesting how to me, waving a flag on the fourth of July seems patriotic and supportive of my country, where as here, it seems arrogant.
On a lighter note, there is a girl from Ireland who is living in my town and is also 18. She's here teaching English to a elementary school, but knows absolutely NO spanish, so I've been showing here around and trying to introduce her to more english speakers. But my favorite part is the Irish sayings that she uses, although I usually understand them, and sometimes they're similar to ones we have in the US, there is something about the words she uses and her Irish accent that just cracks me up. So now, I'm going to "put my skates on" so i don't miss my bus into Barcelona!
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Winning hearts
After (almost) a month here, I'm finally starting to figure people out, and with that, I now know just the thing to win them over.
Cookies: I made a half-hazerd batch of cookies the other day, and what I thought turned out as sub-par pastries turned out to be a bonding experience and an invitation to stay with the family indefinitely. The ingredients were all slightly different then what I was used to, the oven in celsius, and since baking in your house is a rarity, I had to make do with a casserole dish in place of baking sheets. But as soon as Tomas pequeno saw how we "magically" turned eggs, sugar, flour and chocolate into cookies, he has been attached to my hip since. And Marta and Tomas (the father) walked in the door and sprinted towards the kitchen asking what the wonderful smell was. The plate of cookies was gone in minutes, and Tomas (father) says he is going to clear out his office and turn it into a bakery for me. Marta's niece, Rosamaria comes over every Wednesday after school, so I decided to make a second batch with her. As a 13 year old, I thought she would have baked at least one batch of cookies, but it turns out, she was equally as fascinated as the other's by the "magic" of baking. She literally sat in front of the oven, staring, for the entire time the cookies were baking. I never thought a cookies would bring me so much love.
Translator:
Today, the next door neighbor bashfully knocked on the door and explained that she had a letter that from an english doctor that she had been trying to translate for three hours and to little avail. When I had the letter fully written out in castellano (spanish) 15 minutes later, she was ecstatic. She thanked me for 10 minutes, and said how she was going to invite me over for dinner, and said to make a menu of my favorite foods and she'd make me a " grand dinner." Similarly, all of Tomas pequenos little friends have now gotten over their fear of the tall scary "American" and now run up to me on the street to ask me how to say words in spanish.
Cookies: I made a half-hazerd batch of cookies the other day, and what I thought turned out as sub-par pastries turned out to be a bonding experience and an invitation to stay with the family indefinitely. The ingredients were all slightly different then what I was used to, the oven in celsius, and since baking in your house is a rarity, I had to make do with a casserole dish in place of baking sheets. But as soon as Tomas pequeno saw how we "magically" turned eggs, sugar, flour and chocolate into cookies, he has been attached to my hip since. And Marta and Tomas (the father) walked in the door and sprinted towards the kitchen asking what the wonderful smell was. The plate of cookies was gone in minutes, and Tomas (father) says he is going to clear out his office and turn it into a bakery for me. Marta's niece, Rosamaria comes over every Wednesday after school, so I decided to make a second batch with her. As a 13 year old, I thought she would have baked at least one batch of cookies, but it turns out, she was equally as fascinated as the other's by the "magic" of baking. She literally sat in front of the oven, staring, for the entire time the cookies were baking. I never thought a cookies would bring me so much love.
Translator:
Today, the next door neighbor bashfully knocked on the door and explained that she had a letter that from an english doctor that she had been trying to translate for three hours and to little avail. When I had the letter fully written out in castellano (spanish) 15 minutes later, she was ecstatic. She thanked me for 10 minutes, and said how she was going to invite me over for dinner, and said to make a menu of my favorite foods and she'd make me a " grand dinner." Similarly, all of Tomas pequenos little friends have now gotten over their fear of the tall scary "American" and now run up to me on the street to ask me how to say words in spanish.
Saturday, October 2, 2010
Rewind: Las personas
I got so caught up in the frenzy of things that I forgot to explain the details of my life in Spain.
I'm living with a family in Olesa de Montserrat (a little outside of Barcelona. This may be review for some of you, but just hang in there.) In the mornings I go into Barcelona to the University, and have until 5pm to go to classes, and do what I please. At 5pm, I'm back in Olesa to pick up Tomas (we'll get to who that in a moment) and I take care of him and teach him english until 8 or 9 when his parents return. But now, who exactly are these people that i've decided to "adopt" as my new (temporary) family.
First, there is Marta, the mom of the family. She is a tiny little women, but is the kindest, sweetest person imaginable. She is always fluttering around making sure I'm comfortable and content here. Sometime's she reminds me of a little kid, because she often gets giddy and giggly when she's talking to me. She love's having me here, because it's another girl in the house, so she's already started showing me the new clothes she's bought, or asking me about her hair and all the girly stuff. Plus, I LOVE the bread she makes, and I guess thats not many people do, so she bake me a loaf every other day. (Sidenote: this is one of the many reasons you should all anticipate me coming home at least 20 pounds heavier.) Plus, we both have an avid love of espresso and diet coke, so that made bonding almost inevitable.
Next is Tomas, the father (not to be confused with Tomas pequeno (little Tomas.) He is a little more reserved, but anything that comes out of his mouth is usually always some joke or poke. After he made me my first meal of snails, (which didn't go over very well on my end) he told me that if Tomas pequeno didn't learn perfect english in a month, that I'd be eating snails every night for the rest of my stay... (at least I hope that was a joke.) But besides the snails, he is a fantastic cook, and it seems like he's always either making the next meal, or preparing to make a meal for the next day. Regardless, the food he makes is always fantastic.
Now, Tomas pequno, the only child of Marta and Tomas, who is 4 years old. He is probably the hardest to describe. Because on any given day, my discription would dirastically vary. Two days ago, for example, I would have told you he is most similar to a 4 year old, spanish speaking devil, who cries at everything, and refuses to listen to anything, anyone says. But if I were to give you a description of this same child yesterday, I would tell you how adorable and determined he is when speaking to me in his broken english, how cute he is when he dances and sings, and how he is in love with me because I introduced him to Thomas the Tank engine (which for a kid, a cartoon character with the same name is the best.) So maybe that kind of gives you an idea. Luckily, must days tend to be like the 2nd. It's just the occasional "devilish" day that throws me off. But he'l almost 5, maybe he'll grow out of it...
Now, for some other, non-"family" members (I'll try to make the descriptions a bit shorter... )
Rodrigue: My language professor at the University, who is absolutely hilarious, and make classes so much easier and actually fun to attend. Since the point of the class is an intensive language course, to improve our spanish, it is pretty small, only about 10 other students. So he actually knows us (more then a lot of teachers do...) And always seems genuinely interested in helping us with Spanish and Spain in general.
Marcel: I seem to make friends in random places, but Marcel is now dubbed my "Bus buddy." He also lives in Olesa and studies in Barcelona, so I met him one day when the bus was super crowded. He turned out to be so sweet, and has since introduced me to all of his friends in Olesa, so I know have people to hang out with after work or on weekends. They're all really wonderful, and so patient when I'm trying to explain things in Spanish, and are always willing to help me with directions to somewhere, or things to do. So thank goodness for having crowded buses and having to sit by a stranger (who turned out to be a great friend.)
There's so many more people, and I'm sure there will be more to come... But we'll save that for a different post.
I'm living with a family in Olesa de Montserrat (a little outside of Barcelona. This may be review for some of you, but just hang in there.) In the mornings I go into Barcelona to the University, and have until 5pm to go to classes, and do what I please. At 5pm, I'm back in Olesa to pick up Tomas (we'll get to who that in a moment) and I take care of him and teach him english until 8 or 9 when his parents return. But now, who exactly are these people that i've decided to "adopt" as my new (temporary) family.
First, there is Marta, the mom of the family. She is a tiny little women, but is the kindest, sweetest person imaginable. She is always fluttering around making sure I'm comfortable and content here. Sometime's she reminds me of a little kid, because she often gets giddy and giggly when she's talking to me. She love's having me here, because it's another girl in the house, so she's already started showing me the new clothes she's bought, or asking me about her hair and all the girly stuff. Plus, I LOVE the bread she makes, and I guess thats not many people do, so she bake me a loaf every other day. (Sidenote: this is one of the many reasons you should all anticipate me coming home at least 20 pounds heavier.) Plus, we both have an avid love of espresso and diet coke, so that made bonding almost inevitable.
Next is Tomas, the father (not to be confused with Tomas pequeno (little Tomas.) He is a little more reserved, but anything that comes out of his mouth is usually always some joke or poke. After he made me my first meal of snails, (which didn't go over very well on my end) he told me that if Tomas pequeno didn't learn perfect english in a month, that I'd be eating snails every night for the rest of my stay... (at least I hope that was a joke.) But besides the snails, he is a fantastic cook, and it seems like he's always either making the next meal, or preparing to make a meal for the next day. Regardless, the food he makes is always fantastic.
Now, Tomas pequno, the only child of Marta and Tomas, who is 4 years old. He is probably the hardest to describe. Because on any given day, my discription would dirastically vary. Two days ago, for example, I would have told you he is most similar to a 4 year old, spanish speaking devil, who cries at everything, and refuses to listen to anything, anyone says. But if I were to give you a description of this same child yesterday, I would tell you how adorable and determined he is when speaking to me in his broken english, how cute he is when he dances and sings, and how he is in love with me because I introduced him to Thomas the Tank engine (which for a kid, a cartoon character with the same name is the best.) So maybe that kind of gives you an idea. Luckily, must days tend to be like the 2nd. It's just the occasional "devilish" day that throws me off. But he'l almost 5, maybe he'll grow out of it...
Now, for some other, non-"family" members (I'll try to make the descriptions a bit shorter... )
Rodrigue: My language professor at the University, who is absolutely hilarious, and make classes so much easier and actually fun to attend. Since the point of the class is an intensive language course, to improve our spanish, it is pretty small, only about 10 other students. So he actually knows us (more then a lot of teachers do...) And always seems genuinely interested in helping us with Spanish and Spain in general.
Marcel: I seem to make friends in random places, but Marcel is now dubbed my "Bus buddy." He also lives in Olesa and studies in Barcelona, so I met him one day when the bus was super crowded. He turned out to be so sweet, and has since introduced me to all of his friends in Olesa, so I know have people to hang out with after work or on weekends. They're all really wonderful, and so patient when I'm trying to explain things in Spanish, and are always willing to help me with directions to somewhere, or things to do. So thank goodness for having crowded buses and having to sit by a stranger (who turned out to be a great friend.)
There's so many more people, and I'm sure there will be more to come... But we'll save that for a different post.
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