Monday, February 14, 2011

Sink or Swim

February 13, 2011 11:59 a.m./6:59 p.m.

Before I came here, I told people that living with a host family in Spain would force me to learn Spanish. Shit, was I right. My host family speaks no English although Señora does speak French (which I don’t). She is very patient, however, and when I told her my Spanish was very bad, she told me this was “normalamente.” I’ll be eating breakfast and lunch with them each day. Lunch is the big meal of the day and they eat as a family (Senora, her mother that lives here, and her daughter). We’ll be eating at 2:30 p.m. each day. Supper is on my own although they normally eat a lighter supper or have a snack. (Note to Dad – It would be correct to call lunch “dinner” in Spain. J This is your kind of place.) Lunch today was a salad, paella, and fruit. After lunch, I did a bunch of walking around. Luckily Señora had a map of town, otherwise, I never would have made it back. I walked for about 4 hours. I found my school, Hipercor (Spanish Target), and the auto shop of Antonio Peso’s brother. There were lots of plazas on my walk and I stopped at a few and sat or got on my laptop. There are zillions of places to eat around here. Lots. Seriously lots. I stopped at a bakery and picked up my supper-some sort of chocolate filled pastry and a bottle of water.

Even though it’s only 7:00 p.m., I’m ready for bed. The walking and the massive jet lag has really worn me out. Thus far, things seem to be going well with the surgical wound. I did have a fever last night (burning up to the touch but absolutely freezing) but I think that was from not being able to rest, not drinking or eating enough, and carting around a 66 pound bag. I went to bed last night around 5:00 p.m. and slept about 6 hours. When I woke up, the fever was gone. That was good because I really did not want to visit the ER on my first night and I sure didn’t want to try to figure out how to explain that I had a cyst and an ovary removed last month.

I think I’ll do a little studying and then hit the sack. There are so many words to know! I have noticed that when I think, I’m trying to figure out how to say things in Spanish as I’m thinking them. Hopefully that’s a good sign and not a sign that I’m developing split personalities.

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Getting There

February 11, 2011, 7:01 p.m./February 12, 2011, 2:01 a.m.

I’m about 2 hours into my 7 or 8 hour flight from Chicago to Madrid. Thus far, I’ve read the Iberia Airlines magazine and the Chicago Tribune. I’ve also dined on some sort of Spanish chicken dish with mushrooms. It was hot and filling. I don’t know that I’d call it tasty. The mashed potatoes, however, were amazing. I don’t know why but I LOVE instant mashed potatoes. I’ll eat regular mashed potatoes but if they’re not with chicken or fried chicken gravy, I only consider them mediocre. Instant mashed potatoes, however, I love with or sans gravy. The dessert was also really good. I don’t know what it was, something with a buttery crust, a creamy layer, and some strawberry goo on top. I’m sure it was full of lots of preservatives and such but it was darn good.

My flight is on Iberia, a Spanish airline. It appears that all the flight attendants are Spaniards and everything is said first in Spanish and then in English. I can already tell that listening comprehension is going to be an issue for me. As I listened to the pre-flight instructions and watched the closed captions on the TV, I couldn’t believe how fast they could read. Holy smokes. It’s like I’m recalling a word and by the time I finish, they’ve said 100 other words. This is going to be pretty challenging.

While reading in the Chicago Tribune about Mubarak and Egypt, it remind me of the hell raising we KVTA members did on the front lawn of the KV School Corporation. I remember, at one point, being inside a board meeting, sitting on a table in the back, only one of three teachers that made it in before they cut off the number of people coming in. Outside were 200 people who wanted to get in but were denied entry. They kept cars on the highway honking and did sporadic chants. They also kept protest signs pressed against the door of the board room. At various points during the meeting, a certain school board member insinuated that the reason it was hard to hear board members was not because they barely speak above a whisper but rather all the noise being made outside. I considered that moment a victory. Fine, if you don’t want to listen to us at the bargaining table, we’ll just make sure a whole bunch of people show up and make noise that you cannot ignore. By the end of the night, of course, the local, county, and state police were called in for back up and I, as union president, was told by an officer that the superintendent told him that we were prone to violence. Seriously? Teachers? You’ve never met a more rule-abiding group than teachers, especially at the lower grade levels. It was a good time, though, and I’m sure we’ll be telling stories about it for years. Hooray for civil disobedience, especially when those in power are not getting the message. Kudos to the Egyptians and kudos to the KVTA!

February 11, 2011, 10:58 p.m./February 12, 2011, 5:58 a.m.

For about 2 hours I tried to sleep. I put in the ear plugs. I removed my contacts and put on a sleeping mask. No luck. Why? Because the three 18 year old girls behind me have not shut up the entire 6 hours we’ve been on this flight so far. Who can talk to 6 hours in such loud voices? The ear plugs muffle it to a normal volume but it’s still annoying. I thought maybe they would eventually zip it up. After 11 years with high school students, I should have known better. They have now turned the lights back on in the cabin and have begun serving breakfast. I guess the chance for sleeping is over. Oh well. Maybe I can sleep on the bus to Granada. That’s about 4 hours from now and lasts 5-6 hours. Or maybe I’ll close up this laptop, turn around, and clock una chica upside the head with it. I can’t wait to climb in a bed!

February 12, 2011 1:52/8:52 a.m.

I am now sitting at the Madrid Aeropuerto waiting for my bus to Granada. It leaves at 10:30 a.m. so I still have about an hour and a half wait. So far this trip has involved a lot of sitting and waiting. For some reason, all the sitting is exhausting. Well that or it’s 2 a.m. according to my body and thus I’m tired. The Madrid aeropuerto seems to be fairly new. I would say the design and materials are very modern. The ceiling in the terminal was a very interesting wave pattern and, I believe, has trumped even Denver’s Big Top Circus Airport. We arrived slightly ahead of schedule, around 7:30 a.m. and it was still pitch black outside. Customs was a breeze which was something I was really worried about. Before scheduling my studies, there was some confusion regarding how long I could be here without a visa. Last week, I discovered the real regulations and let’s just say that I may end up being slightly out of compliance. To say it another way, come June I might be deported. I’m planning, however, to apply for a visa ASAP so that I will not be an undocumented immigrant.

Besides being dark outside at 7:30 a.m., the airport was dead. And by dead I mean no one waiting at a single terminal. There were two flights arriving and that was it. I’ve been to airports in the States as early as 5:00 a.m. and they were hopping. This place was like a ghost town. Very interesting. I will have to investigate this further.

Note to Kev – Tell the KV kids to nab the pillows and blankets off the plane when departing. When I was in Italy, I used my flight pillow and blanket when snoozing on the bus. Also, they will probably have you fill out a paper, during the flight, to present when going through customs. It requires an address of where you’re going to be. Make sure the kids have the address of a hotel in Italy as well as the flight number and airline (going there and coming home). Maybe that is something you want to print out on colored paper so they can find it quickly. Also tell them to not be obnoxious on the plane because it will really piss off the person in front of them who is trying to sleep.

Friday, February 11, 2011

Pics of Recent Travels

Some have complained that I did not post pics of my recent travels to Las Vegas and Colorado. Here are some of Red Rock Canyon, Nevada. I did a 3 hour hike to Turtlehead Mountain. Although its hard to see them because they look so small, there are people rock climbing.

Thursday, November 25, 2010

Is the Price Right?

It's Thanksgiving and like a good American, I'm at the Price Is Right in Las Vegas. Cheers to non-traditional holidays! Happy birthday, Jordan!

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Viva Las Vegas!

Today I'm heading to Las Vegas for my cousin's birthday but I'm feeling pretty terrible-stuffed up head, runny nose, sore throat, etc. I'm going to try blogging via Android. We'll see how it goes.

Sunday, August 8, 2010

Please Come to Boston

aYesterday, we loaded up the family truckster and headed into the city . . . Boston. Steph, Ryan, Nora, Will and I saw the sites of Boston and spent most of the day walking around. We walked the Freedom Trail, which took several hours and covered most of the major historical sites. After lunch at Bertucci's, we roamed the Boston Common and Boston Public Garden. We then strolled over to Newbury Street, a high end shopping area-Hermes, Chanel, Armani, etc. It was a good day with lots of walking and seeing of the sites. Boston seems like a very nice little city.

The picture on the left is of Nora and I hiding behind headstones in Granary Burying Ground. This is the place where Paul Revere, Sam Adams, the Boston Massacre victims, and maybe Mother Goose.

Today, I'm heading to Rhode Island and Conneticut. The plan is to do the Cliff Walk in Newport and then buzz over to Mystic, Connecticut. I'll then begin my long trek home. I'll probably end up spending the night in Pennsylvania or Ohio.

Maine, New Hampshire, Vermont . . . Check!

I'm a few days behind on my blogging as I have been pretty darn busy.

On Friday, I headed up to Ogunquit, Maine, a coastal town. During the winter, I would imagine this town is about the size of Wheatfield. In summer, however, holy traffic jam, Batman!

Ogunquit has a paved walkway along the shoreline called the Marginal Way. The Marginal Way is about a mile and a half long. As I walked, the weather was hot and the sun was shining. I was hot, sweaty, and desperately in need of water. Luckily for me, at the end of the Marginal Way, are two restaurants. I stopped for some refreshment and some lunch-a lobster roll. I found the lobster roll to be . . . marginal. It consisted of a toasted hot dog bun about 4-5 inches in length, filled with lobster, and nothing else. It was kind of boring for $18. All it came with were a few chips and a pickle. But, I was hungry and thirsty and it hit the spot. While I was at the restaurant, I used the facilities to make my trip to Maine official and change into my swimsuit. On the walk back, I stopped at one of the small beaches found between the rocks and relaxed for about an hour. Below are the pictures from Maine.



























After an hour on the beach in Maine, I decided it was time to get in a little hiking at Mt. Agimenticus. It was supposed to be a short mile hike up to the summit. As I was driving there, I couldn't help but notice that I seemed to be climbing in altitude. Whoops! I accidentally drove to the summit. Apparently I missed a sign along the way for the hike to the top. Once I reached the top, I did a short hike and enjoyed the view. Here is a picture of the view from Mt. A, as it is called locally (and who could blame them).














On the way back from Maine, I decided I better go ahead and stop in New Hampshire and make that state visit official. I ended up picking up a delicious Strawberry Shortcake Ice Cream bar and headed back home for the evening.

Yesterday, I decided it was time to visit Vermont. This was a little longer drive, a little over 2 hours. While in Vermont, I headed to Jelly Mill Falls. I lounged there for just under 2 hours and (unfortunately) met an old hippie that I will refer to as Mr. Mushroom (as I think he may have been on 'shrooms). Mr. Mushroom was probably in his mid-sixties and was wearing sandals, a ball cap over his straggley, gray, shoulder length hair and swimming trunks. He was sporting a big buddah belly and an aire of strangeness. He started talking to me and informed me that he'd been feeling overwhelmed by the amount of poetry coming into his mind lately. He then decided to recite one of the poems which ended with the line, "I swear to Uncle Chi!" He then proceeded to describe the slippery nature of the rocks and promptly proceeded to fall on his ass in a puddle of water. I attempted to end the conversation but he was persistent for about the next 15 minutes. Then, luckily for me, other people showed up and he was able to re-direct his focus to them and the remainder of my time at the falls was peaceful. I spent the most of my time reading my biking, hiking, and tourist books as well as the regular book I'm reading (Outliers). Pictures of the waterfall are below. The rock that has the yellow backpack and blue jacket is the rock I was lounging on.














I then planned to make my way to Mt. Snow to do a little hiking. A detour and 3 miles on a mountainous dirt logging road with steep grades later and I scrapped those plans. On the way back to the Boston area, I did pass over the French King Bridge (see picture below) which is over the Connecticut River. Which French King? I don't know. It didn't say.














When I got back to Steph's area, I decided to go to the deCordova Museum and Sculpture Park. Sculpture is my favorite form of art and I really enjoy abstract sculpture and thinking about what it could be. There were some really thought provoking ones at deCordova. I wish I could have seen them all but the sun set and the park closed. See pictures of some sculptures below.

Whale tale or Eucharistic chalice?


















Earth made of brick with slate shingles?













Giant mallet?













You could get a stick out of the cup on the end and play the pipes.













Stacks of newspapers around 8 feet tall with ferns growing out of the top.