Portugal, Baby!

Hola todos!

I just got back from spending an amazing weekend in Lagos, Portugal. This was my last trip of my vacation over the past 4 months. I have 10 more days left and I am spending my last weekend in Granada with my parents.

**So just letting you guys know that I´m just going to let the pictures tell the majority of the story of this blog with a little naration by yours truly. I can repeat the word "beautiful" as many times as I want, but I´ll let you guys see for yourselves.  

The weekend started at 6am on Friday as we headed out on about a 6 hour bus ride to Lagos. Before the bus took us to the hotel, they dropped us off at some cliffs for great scenic pictures.




Lagos is facing the Atlantic Ocean and is bordered with cliffs such as these. Then we headed for the beach that was a 2 minute walk right outside of the hotel. Laying on the beach was so relaxing. Hanging out with great friends, listening to the ocean, and soaking up the sun is a great ending trip.

Saturday we went on a sailboat and bottomless sangria was provided for us. I get motion sickness somewhat easily so I laid off of too much sangria. During the ride, a few of us at a time got to go in a smaller boat and get a closer look at the cliffs from the ocean view.












Entonces, that night we went to "The End of the World" to watch the sunset. This was the most western point until some guy discovered more land further west in 1492. It was a little cloudy that night so we didn´t actually get to see the sun fully set, but it was great regardless. It was a time for thinking and reflection. Those especially in my thoughts at this time as I was watching the sun set were my aunt Nancy and cousins Kim and Kristi. Love you guys!



The water was way too cold to go swimming so I mainly just stayed on the nice, warm beach for the majority of this trip. I would have loved to jump right in, but I could barely get past my knees without running out. That was really the only bummer to the trip, but that was not a big deal. Now I can say that I have been to the Atlantic Ocean from Florida, (United States/North America), Morocco (Africa), and Portugal (Europe).

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Well folks, I am sorry if I disappoint with a lack of stories. I´m not usually one for making up excuses but I am going to pull the "it´s the end of the semester and I don´t want to do anything" card. I understand that I haven´t been doing anything this entire semester, but that´s just it. That very problem has created my problem of not wanted to do more work than the non existent work that I have right now. Especially after this Portugal trip where I just laid on the beach for as long as I wanted. Blogging is not on the top of my to-do list. I should have one more next week to write a little about my parents being here in Granada. I may or may not to do a final blog after I return to the US. Depends on how I´m feeling. Who knows, I´ll probably just tell you face to face instead of you having to read about it =)

Latest Adventures

This past weekend was our April break giving us an extended weekend. For those of us in intensive, we almost got an entire week off. So for this break 4 friends and I went to a city in Spain, Sevilla, for Las Ferias which is a huge traditional fair. This fair is set up slightly different than the US. They have a huge area with all of the typical rides, like a ferris wheel, mini rollercoasters, those crazy rides that only adreniline junkies can go on, and some that probably don´t pass safety standards in the US. They also have fair food but with Spain´s little twists. For example they don´t have funnel cakes, but they have little doughnuts with melted chocolate and goffries which are hard waffles with all of the sweet ingredients funnel cakes have to offer and more. The other section of the fair was the part that is unlike the US. There are probably 100+ tents of people dancing and drinking. Most of them are private and belong to families or companies, but there are a few open to the public scattered around. We went to one public tent and soaked up the atmosphere. A huge majority of the people were dressed in traditional Flamenco dresses. In fact, we felt out of place because we weren´t wearing them. The dresses come in all shapes and sizes and every single one of them are beautiful. Women wear their hair up with fancy clips and a flower, along with humungous ear rings to match their dress. All ages participated in this. Babies who can´t walk yet to women well in their 60s. Older women usually just dressed fancier clothes but not in the Flamenco dress. Men also dressed up too in suits or in traditional Spanish clothes with black pants, white shirt, red scarf around their waist, and a flattish top hat. It was really fun to see everyone all dressed up. Las Ferias is a week long event and we got there the ending weekend. On the final night (Sunday) they had a fireworks show at midnight to conclude the festivities. They launched them over the river that runs through the city. We found a spot on a bridge and had a perfect view.

Earlier on Sunday we went to the amusement park there, Isla Mágica or Magic Island. I am not one for rides because I get motion sickness very easily, but I made the most of it. My first ride I made the mistake of not watching how it functioned first. I assumed that it was like the Galleon at Adventureland where it just goes up and down in a swinging "U" shape. However, the platform we were sitting on spun as we moved. Horrible first pick for a ride. The park was practically empty for two reasons: it was a Sunday during off season and because the sky looked like it was on the verge of raining. This was perfect for us because this meant absolutely no lines anywhere in the park. A couple of my friends rode the rollercoaster 3 times within a half hour. On all of the rides we could have just stayed on and kept riding but we wanted to keep exploring the park. My favorite rides are the water rides. I went on two that were equivalent to the Log Ride and the Raging River at Adventureland. I went on a third one that was literally you go up, turn a corner, and drop down. It was very straight to the point and there was no suspense for the crazy drop that was at a steeper angle than what it should have been. We also went in a haunted house that was was decent, but not original. I greatly enjoyed going to the theme park because it was a nice change of pace that reminded me to enjoy my youth. I guess theme parks are for everyone though because there were some old people still enjoying themselves. On the first ride, a grandma was telling us to come on because she noticed us contemplating. She basically told us that you only live once. I just thought, well alright get it, grandma! I want to be a fun grandma like that some day in the extremely far future.

 




Overall that basically sums up my trip to Sevilla. This was a very youthful trip for us to just enjoy Las Ferias, the amusement park and enjoy the city. Nothing too exciting, just a bunch of kids hanging out. Though this was probably one of my favorite trips so far. So simple, yet incredibly fun.

On Tuesday the program had an organized activity to go to a bull fight here in Granada. I cam into it with an open mind and no prejudgements. I knew that they kill the bulls so I was prepared to see that, but I didn´t know how they killing process worked. This particular bull fight had 6 bulls and bull fighters to raise money for an organization that helps people with down syndrome. Normally there are only 3 of each. Honestly I would have preferred only 3 because it gets extremely repetive after a while. So the process of a bull fight starts with the release of the bull and "helpers" (I guess that is the best word for them) do their thing to get the bull moving and charging their pink cloths. Then they bring out a blind folded horse with a crap ton of armour. This is because the bull charges the horse while the mounted person stabs the bull in the back. Then the helpers grab 2 sticks with spears or knives on the ends. They have the bull charge them as they dodge it at the last second and stab the bull. They do this 3 times so that there are 6 sticks protruding from the bull. After the bull is wounded, the bull fighter comes out and does his thing of having the bull charge his red cloth. This part is the longest and the most boring. After a while the bull fighter gets his sword and prepares to kill the bull. He positions himself directly in front of the bull. He positions himself directly in front of the bull about 5 feet away. He cocks his sword so the handle is by his ear and the point is facing the spine of the bull. When he is ready he jerks his cloth so the bull responds to the movement and charges. If the bull fighter does it right he will instert the sword all the way in through the bull´s spine so that only the handle is sticking out. The bull should then die quickly. If he did it wrong he will have to repeat the process a couple times and the bull will die slow. The slow deaths are the harder ones to watch. The first 5 bull fighters were older men, bu the final one was 18 or 19 years old. This dude was just plain dumb. The first thing he did was get on his knees about 15 feet from where the bull is released. That´s just dumb because the bull comes out charging and he is obviously a novice bull fighter. So the bull comes out but doesn´t see the guy on the ground so he runs on the side so that he is perpendicular to the bull fighter. Then he spots him on the ground and charges. He charges hard and makes impact because the kid was not positioned to respond to the bull charging from his side. He got scraped up and I´m sure he has bruises that he will be feeling for weeks after. He also epically failed at killing the bull when it came down to it. Only he can kill it, no one else can step in and do it for him. It took him several tries but he eventually did it. Though the bull fighter and his helpers were not experts, that very fact made that one the most entertaining.

I´m very glad that I got to experience a bull fight. It is very big part of the culture in Spain and I have a better understanding of what goes on during the events. If I had the chance I probably would not go back, but I´m very thankful to have been to one.

As the days go by I can´t help to look ahead. Friday morning I leave for Lagos, Portugal. From the people who have been on this program in previous weekends they basically say it is a beach paradise. So excited! Then soon enough my lovely parents will be here in Granada for the weekend as a break from their Italy vacation. Only 15 more days left in Spain. Crazy how fast this has gone! Still have a lot to look forward to!

So what exactly do the Romans do?

Well Rome concludes my string of big city tourist trips. I´m actually really thankful about that fact.

Rome was great. It is a place that is enriched in history and religion. Regardless if you follow any religious routes, Rome is undeniably a respectable place because of it´s history in religion. According to our tour guide at the Coliseum, there are 900 churches in Rome. If you get a chance to view the skyline you could see about a dozen churches poking out at any given point in the city. Each church is uniquely and remarkably beautiful. There was one that we went into that had two arches of chandeliers. I mean, the decorations are incredibly unnecessary, but they are beautiful none the less.

The first full day we were there we went to theColiseum. My first thought was how it looked exactly like pictures I had seen of it. Also I was surprised how it is right in the middle of the city. We literally got off of the metro and it was across the street from the station. This was the first place we went to so we ended up taking a tour with a tour guide. The majority wasn´t really helpful but I did learn some cool facts. First, the holes in the structure are from Romans removing metal beams that were put in place to hold up the structure. They removed the beams to make weapons and other objects. Since the beams were removed, the structure weakend and one side collapsed during an earthquake. In later years they added bricks to the outside to make it stronger. Another fact is that Italy has (or maybe had) the mose active and inactive volcanoes. Therefore, a majority of the paths in Rome and other cities are made from basalt which is a type of lava. I thought the Coliseum was really cool and it made me want to watch the movie Gladiator.

**I would just like to say naner-naner-naner to my parents. I beat you guys to Rome!


Next we went to the neighboring site, the Roman Forum. The guide told us it would be easier to explain what didn´t occur in this place rather than trying to tell us what did happen. The only thing I can recall was that funerals did not happen in the Forum, but he listed like 5 things. The Roman Forum is basically in ruins right now, but Julius Caesar died there and Marc Antony gave his famous speech there after the murder of Caesar. Unfortunately we didn´t get to see much more because at this point it had started to rain. We were free to look around after the tour/background information, but both Tesla and I were without umbrellas and were getting soaked.

Side note- you would be amazed at the amount of vendors there in Rome. First off, it is illegal to sell on the grounds of the Coliseum unless you are licensed to. We actually saw two guys running from the guards there. However, once it starts raining you only have to walk but 10 steps before some guy comes up to you trying to sell an umbrella. Since we were without umbrellas, we were perfect targets for each and every one of them. I´m glad "no" is the same in most languages.

The next day we got up a little early to go to the Vatican. First we went to St. Peter´s Basilica and stood in line. Surprisingly the line didn´t actually take too long in contrast to the Vatican Museum and it was free! Which is always great! This basilica is beautiful. I´m trying to think of a synonym to describe it better. It´s respectable and detailed. It makes you say "wow". It makes you feel honored to be a part of it. It´s enriching and incredible. It is not overwhelming like other churches. It doesn´t try to be a grand "look at me" type of church, but it is any ways and that´s what makes me appreciate it. Very neat experience.

We took our time looking around then headed to the Vatican Museum. Museum is in the name so I wasn´t too excited about that, bu tI thought this might be different. Nope, it was another boring museum. It actually starts out with statues and artifacts of the ancient Pharaohs which I found as kind of contradicting. These people worshipped multiple gods, yet they are represented in the highest Catholic city-state museum? I must be missing something. Then there were more statues, and more artifacts, and more paintings. The ceilings are extravagent and are also part of the art in the museum. The ceilings are impressive to say the least. I´m always amazed by what people can do with their creativity. The museum leads up to the Sistine Chapel in the end. After visiting St. Peter´s Basilica, I was expecting something big and elegant. However it´s just a room about the size of a mediocre ballroom. I shouldn´t say it was "just a room" because obviously there is a huge significance to this chapel. Every inch of the walls were painted including the ceiling. Magnificent paintings at that. Photos are not allowed, as we were told by the 10 signs leading up to it, but when we got in there everyone was doing it. As they say, when in Rome do as the Romans do. Haha, get it? Oh I crack myself up sometimes.

So moving on because I know this is the topic you really care to hear about the most: Food. Yes, the food, where to begin? I had spinach stuffed ravioli with some delicious sauce, tortellini in a sort of meat sauce, spaghettie in a carbonara sauce, and of course pizza. For dessert I had a canoli and gelato. Mmm buenísimo! Authentic Italian food is the stuff, and also the real reason I went there. Spain isn´t giving me the fill I need so I went to Italy. Unfortunately all good things come to an end and we headed back to Granada.

Here is a littel traveling story to freak you already conscious of flying in planes people a little more worried. Especially you, Mom, since you will be flying to Italy and Spain in less than a month. I have become more and more pessimistic about flying in planes the more I do it. I honestly think it is because of the cheapo airlines I have been using to get around though. Anyways we boarded our plane to fly back to Malaga (the airport closest to Granada for international flights). We were in the process of taking off and I swear we were not getting enough speed to takeoff successfully. We got up safely but it felt like the story of the little engine could. All was fine until we started the landing process. We started hitting some turbulence and it was rocking our place pretty well. Almost like our airplane was as light as a feather getting moved around by the wind. We would fly into clouds and could feel the impact. At one point we ran into a cloud and the plane dropped what felt like 10 feet. Everyone on the plane gasped in fear. Everyone was one the edge until we made it to the ground without crashing. Then everyone started clapping. They did that when we landed in Rome too which is really odd to me. Tesla made a good point when she said, "I wish people clapped when I did my job correctly". I had to laugh at that.

Anyways I am alive and I have completed 10 out of 13 total flights. That´s right 10: Dallas, Madrid, Granada, Paris, Madrid, Dublin, London, Malaga, Rome, and Malaga. Next time I step on a plane it will be on my journey home (Madrid, Chicago, Des Moines). Which is only 30 days from today. Crazy stuff!!

The land of my forefathers and their oppressors

Ireland:

4 days in Ireland- enought time to do sightseeing, but not nearly enough time to say that I have experienced it. First stop was on the east coase in the capital city of Dublin. The city was a lot smaller than anticipated. It felt smaller than Des Moines, that´s for sure, but I enjoed its quaintness. Reminded me a lot of Iowa actually. It has its main streets, but also neighborhoods of townhomes and stand alone houses. You just don´t see those in Spain. First off, it was really strange being in a country that speaks English. I have developed the bad habit of wanting to talk about people right in front of them, but I had to hold myself back because they can understand me. For example, when we checked into our hostel we wanted to split the bill and pay separate. Roseanna had booked the beds with her credit card and had to pay a down payment. We wanted to split the bill INCLUDING what Roseanna had already paid. She should get the deposit taken off of her bill, while I still hadn´t paid yet. The guy at the front desk was splitting the bill in half with the deposit taken off so Roseanna was actually paying more than she was supposed to. He could not do the math. Eventually I just told him, "here is a 50, I owe you 32, you give me 18 back. She will pay the rest of the balance". I might as well have spoken Spanish to this guy because it was not going through his head. This would have been a time that I wanted to talk about this person right in front of them but I couldn´t. I should have talked in Spanish now that I think about it. So we settled into the hostel and then wandered around the city. No direction, just go where our feet take us. There really isn´t a whole lot of sightseeing in Dublin, so luckily there I didn´t have to go through the motions of a tourist. Speaking of tourists, we aslo did not stand out! That is, until we opened our mouths and had a clear American accent, but I will take that over sheer looks any day. I am in love with the Irish accent. I could listen to them talk all day. It´s so cute how they don´t pronounce the "th" sound and their cute lingo. Also it continues to blow my mind how they drive on the opposite side of the road and their steering wheel is on the opposite side too. Shoot! Even their escalators are backwards. Luckily on the roads they have "Look Left" and "Look Right" painted otherwise I would have had 10 times more close calls of walking into on coming traffic.

 It was actually a mind boggling challenge. Sometime I would be baffled that no one was driving a car, but realized they were driving in the passenger seat. Everything was running smoothly until the second day I realized that I forgot to pack socks. Yes, my favorite piece of clothing and I forgot to pack them. Since I was on a week long trip I had to buy 6 pairs of Dublin´s finest mid leg socks in assorted colors. It I had to forget anything I am glad is was socks.

Probably my favorite part of Dublin was the Guinness Factory. I don´t drink beer. I am physically repulsed by the smell and taste of it, but it´s such a huge part of practically every culture so I thought it would be cool to go see. Which it impressively was. They have really cool visuals and interactive features throughout the tour. To someone who is a true beer drinker they would love the Guinness Factory. In total, each person got a pint and a half to drink. In total, I probably had 6 sips. The beer was not bad though for beer. I´ve had worse and that would actually be drinkable if I had 2 hours and salty peanuts or chips to munch on. I even got to pour my own pint of Guinnes, which was also really cool.

But then I got yelled at by a staff member when he caught me pour a little down the sink. Okay, let me explain. He made me fill the cup till it was one drop away from overflowing. I just wanted to be able to carry it to my table. I told him that it was too full and he responded with "but that´s how it´s done" and a loud sigh. Sorry that I am not cut out for the Irish beer life. I´ll stick with my fruity drinks. Jeesh, buddy. You´d think I was insulting his mother or something. Even though I only had a few sups, I probably burped clost to ten times. It didn´t taste good going down and it definitely wasn´t tasty on the way up. After that we had lunch in the park and went to the Dublin Zoo. for the record, Blank Park Zoo is better so I won´t go into detail of the zoo. Except that the animals were active which is really hard to come by at zoos.

Next we headed to the West Coast to a cute little town of Galway. This city highlights the green everywhere that Ireland is associated with. Being on the west coast I heard a lot that Dublin doesn´t really count as being Ireland. They call it the big city and is a poor representation of Ireland as a whole. They are glad when they hear of people visiting other places and spending more than one day in Ireland. Our first day there was not exciting but it was neat. Ireland is not really an exciting place, but it has that homey feeling that I miss from Iowa. The second day in Galway we took a bus tour to a few sites along the west coast. The main attraction of this tour was the Cliffs of Moher which are really cool and gut turning because you can get right on the edge.  

Don´t worry Mom, I didn´t fall and crack my head open, though that would be a cool story to tell. These cliffs are featured in several movies including Harry Potter. They are on the Atlantic Ocean and peak to 700ft tall. Perfect place for cliff jumping. Unfortunately we had overcast weather the whole time, but luckily no rain. I just wish that the sun had came out so that it would highlight the beauty of the scenery more in my memories and in my pictures. Get this, while at the Cliffs of Moher I met a guy who played baseball at Central College for a year, but left because it was too small of a town. Small world, huh! On this same tour we went on a small walking tour of a little village in the "mountians". They weren´t technically mountains, but for easier reference they called them that. We learned about the flora and fauna in this area. The mountains are covered with huge limestone rocks. In the olden days they had to clear these rocks in order to use the fertile land. During the potato famine, the farmers would hire people to make useless walls up the mountians using the limestone and pay them in soup. One interesting fact that I learned was that they are the only region that will drive their cattle up the mountians during the winter. They do this because all of the grass has been used up during the other three seasons and the limestone absorbs heat and actually keeps the land warm for the animals in the winter. Just something interesting I learned from that.

London:

Most of the next day was spent traveling to London because we had to take a bus from Galway back to Dublin in order to catch our flight into the outskirts of London. I debated myself on bringing up this next part, but it´s over, I´m safe, and it´s part of the experience. The hostels that we have been staying at have been decent. Most offer a free breakfast, the sheets appear to be clean, they are in nice neighborhoods, and the bathrooms aren´t dirty. Well I guess we must have gotten used to a certain way because this place did not feel like a hostel. We found the location given it us on the website, but this place was a bar and showed no signs of anything signifying it was a hostel. We went in and asked the woman bartending if this was the right place, she said yes and directed us in to another room. We had to go through the bar, into the back room and up some stairs. This place was a maze. There were so many doors and passwords for the key pads on the doors. They had 2 rooms with 8 beds in them for the hostelers, and another room for the family that was living there. We had to make our own beds with worn and torn sheets. My pillow might as well have been nonexistent for how much padding there was, and I could feel the springs from the mattress. The kitchen had outdoor tables and chairs and the whole place definitely didn´t look tended to. We had to do our own dishes after breakfast and if we used them for other meals. Our neighborhood was not the best. For some reason police sirens are not a comforting sound to hear when you are in a random place. One of the house rules, and I quote, was "We may be in Brixton, but Hootananny Hostel has a zero tolerance to drug use in the hostel". After the shock of being in a place like this subsided, it wasn´t that bad. There was never a point that I felt I was in an unsafe place. I take this in as experience and another story to tell.

To get out of the hostel, we obviously went sight seeing around London. The first night we got there it was rainy and cold so we picked a spot that we only had to walk outside to get to the Tube. We went to King´s Cross station where Platform 9 3/4 is. For those of you who are not Harry Potter fans, this is where the students of Hogwarts have to catch their train by running through the wall. Roseanna and I actually walked to platform 9 which looked exactly like the movie, but there was no 9 3/4. Apparently, it was moved because it got in the way of actualy customers boarding the trains. So now it is a disappointing sign and half cart glued to the wall. Being a Harry Potter fan I was very disappointed in the sight. It was too fake and resembled nothing close to the set of the movies.

By then it was getting late and we saved the rest of the sightseeing for the next day. First thing in the morning we did was to watch the changing of the guards at Buckingham Palace. To my surprise this was a very long, drawn out process. We left after an hour before it was finished. The process included men on horses, a band, and lots of people in uniform. Get this! The band started playing their first song and I really wasn´t paying attention at first. I figured it would be a classical piece representing the royal family or something along those lines. It was not. Let´s do a little quiz here. Which song do you think the band of guards played? Was it
a) Here Comes the Sun- Beatles
b) We are the Champions- Queen
c) I Wanna Rock & Roll All Night- Kiss
d) Crocodile Rock- Elton John

If you guessed b) We are the Champions- Queen then you are correct. Yes, Buckingham Palace played a Queen song during the changing of the guards ceremony. No joke. It was quite confusing. Later we did more sightseeing and went to the London Bridge. I do not understand the significance to this attraction because the bridges on I-235 with the blue arches are prettier than this. However we got a view of Tower Bridge which is a prettier sight to see. Way better than the London Bridge. We also saw Big Ben, Westminister Abbey, the Parliament, the London Eye, blah blah blah. Nothing worth a "wow". We also saw where the Olympics are being held. It is still a work in progress apparently and it´s in a weird neighborhood on the north side of London in like the middle of nowhere. Probably my favorite thing we saw was Abbey Road with the famous Beatles cover. The crosswalk wasn´t all that cool, but knowing the significance of it made it better. I think that´s my problem with sightseeing, if I don´t understand the significance of it then I could care less. Then we went to a memorabilia shop of the Beatles and other bands. The owner had a really cool collection of albums and odds and ends stuff. He said he has even met the Beatles back in the day. 

On the last day to kill some time we went to the Hard Rock Cafe to get a pin for mi padre. Got Paris, Madrid, Dublin and Londong for ya Pops. Anyways we were thinking ahead to get some lunch at a grocery store so I asked a worker at the Cafe where the nearest grocery store was. London must not call them grocery stores because the lady asked me what that was. She wasn´t really helpful because there was a misunderstanding. We decided to walk around to see if we could find one. We quickly gave up when we realized what neighborhood we were in. We passed the London Playboy Club, a huge Hilton Hotel with a bellhop in a suit and top hat, and we were near the Buckingham Palace. Yeah, no cheap food in this area.

Leaving London, we took RyanAir to get back to Spain. Don´t ever take RyanAir! Pay more not to take them, honestly. We heard about their reputation and how strict they were on carry on luggage. You are restricted to one carry on, no additional personal item. Your purses and laptops must fit in your bag. They will make you put your luggage in those containers to make sure they meet the dimension standards. Well our backpacks were full of a weeks worth of clothes and other odds and ends. If we were asked to fit our bags in those containers we would fail and have to pay 50 pounds. So in order to avoid this, we put on as much clothes as we could. I had my stretchy warmup pants that I used for pjs under a pair of jeans, and I had 6 shirts on. My collar was quite colorful with red, purple, and black showing. Then I had on my North Face jacket with multiple items stuffed in the pockets. Regardless of the ridiculousness, my big fit and I was good to go. Another reason not to fly with RyanAir is they don´t assign seats. You get in line to board the plane and it is first come first serve with where you sit. I absolutely hate that! Plus you have to do an online check in atleast 4 hours ahead of your flight and print out your boarding pass. I did this before I left but I almost forgot about it because I´ve never had to do that before. RyanAir just plain sucks. Avoid it. I thoroughly enjoyed flying with Aer Lingus which were my flights to Dublin and London. If you´re going through Ireland, try them.


Reflecting back on the entire trup, I loved Ireland. I would do more rural traveling if I get the chance to go back. Dublin was cool, but Galway was relaxing. I really lik the Irish culture too. They are nice and fun to listen to =) On the contrary, I probably will never go back to London, nor would I want to. It´s definitely not a place for me. It´s expensive as hell! We thought about going to see The Hunger Games since it would be in English, but the movie would have cost 10.50 pounds or $16.81 for a 6pm showing. Chyea right! In general the place is crazy expensive. All of the sighseeing places cost atleast 15 pounds or $24 to go in and see them. I got into the Louvre for free! No way, London! I´m glad I can say that I´ve been there, but never in my life do I have an interest to go back. Let´s just say....Lon-DONE!


Spain:


I´m so glad to be back in Spain. Everytime I leave and come back I realize how much I love it. I had a few days off before getting back into the swing of things so I took advantage of not having to do anything. I finished this amazing book called Absolute Power by David Baldacci. It´s an intense storyline from start to finish. It completely blows out all of the other books I have been reading. I love this book and HIGHLY HIGHLY recommend it! I was really bummed when I had to leave it in Granada over spring break, right in the middle of reading it. So that marks the 6th book I have read this semester. That´s more than I read during a semester in an English class. Right now I am reading The Da Vinci Code that I bought in English from Madrid and I am loving it so far. I´m about half way through it already and I started it over the weekend. I knocked out probably 150 pages by reading it in the park on Easter. I´m back to beautiful weather and a city that I feel comfortable knowing my way around. Thursday I leave for Rome and continue this crazy journey I am on.

More Spain Traveling!

Hello all,

Trip season has begun for me. I went to Madrid this past weekend with my program. Madrid is the capital of Spain and is a 5 hour bus ride from Granada. Before we arrived in Madrid, we made a planned stop in Toledo. This city, like every city in Spain, is beautiful and scenic. It is a very medieval themed city because of the castles and history of its origins. There were plenty of shops that had swords and knights armor displayed in the windows. They were also available for purchase, not just for show. We also saw the 3rd largest cathedral in Spain. While there we took a quick bus tour on the outer parts of Toledo where it was the most scenic, and then did a small walking tour through one part of the city. I can speak for two thirds of my group when I say that we can't remember too many facts that the tour guide told us because we were too busy focusing on his good looks. Even our director, Veronica, falls under that category. She bragged that she has his number. Toldedo was a great little trip. It was different than most other Spanish cities I have seen this far. I hate to be repetitive and say how these places are beautiful and picturesque because that doesn't do places justice. I wish you could have heard the birds chirping and the rushing of the river. I wish you could have felt the breeze coming over the mountains and the sun glaring down on my back. I heard a quote once that I really like: A picture is worth 1,000 words, but it takes 10,000 words to describe it.

Then we were off again for Madrid. Madrid is a heavily populated area with a population of 3,273,049 (10 times the population of Granada) and at any given time the streets are full of people. Here is what I remember most about Madrid: eating, hanging out, and the people.

Eating. I went to a Mexican place in Friday night with a couple of friends for some real Mexican. Contrary to popular belief, Spain is not a place to feed your spicy food cravings. There is no space in salsa, chicken, cheese..nada. Unless they put jalopenos in something you're not getting spice. Which is really unfortunate when you get the craving. For this reason, we went to get Mexican hoping to satisfy our lack of spice. It was a very good try and that was all we were expecting. Saturday I had lunch in the park with Roseanna and Shannon. We stopped at a cafeteria, got some pasta and went to a gigantic park to eat and enjoy the sun. That night we went to a Chinese buffet to satisfy our Chinese cravings and you can bet your midwest behind that we satisfied it. Orange chicken, noodles, fried rice, wontons, some other kinds of chicken, sushi, spring rolls, more orange chicken, riblets (yes riblets), and of course the dessert buffet. Chocolate, caramel, chocolate chip, and strawberry ice cream, topped with whipped cream and chocolate syrup. Let's just say we had to sit and let the food digest for about 30 minutes after we were done eating. Sunday I had Kebap for lunch. I don't know the origin of this food, but it's yummy and greasy and really bad for you. You can get chicken or beef in a think soft shell with lettuce, tomatoes, onions, mayo and ketchup. Also between every meal we got ice cream basically every chance our stomachs opened up some space. Not to mention the breakfast buffet was great! Mini chocolate doughnuts, bread and jam, mini muffins, fruit, hot chocolate, and so much more. I consumed so much unhealthy food this weekend and I loved every second of it.

Hanging out. Both nights we were in Madrid we had planned to go out to a night club, but ended up not going out either night. Instead we hung out in the hotel rooms and played card games. We never get the chance to do this because we have no where to go in Granada. Our apartments are not available to have friends over. In the hotel, however, we could have 8 people together playing cards. Friday night we got a cheap bottle of red wine and lemon fanta and made our own tintos del verano. Much cheaper than the bars! I enjoyed hanging out with some good friends over going out. Makes me miss my friends back home and just hanging out at a house.

I mean we did other stuff in Madrid as a group, but that's not what was fun about the trip. We went to el Palacio Real which is basically a small Spanish version of Versailles in Paris. We went to the Prado Museum which was just another art museum. I'm sorry, I appreciate art and all, but I am museumed out for like a year. We also went and saw a play which was actually really cool. There were only 3 actresses throughout the play. It was kind of hard to follow, being in Spanish and all, but I got most of the jokes. It helps that there were visuals with the script. It was also kind of hard because they referenced cultural things from Spain that I don't know about. Even our director didn't understand certain things because she is from the far south of Spain and Madrid is in the middle but more northern. One aspect that I noticed about this play was that they don't have barriers like the US does. There was a scence in which one woman was going to the OBGYN. She was given a sheet which she used to cover her front side as she removed her skirt and underwear. To make this scene humorous she flashed her butt to the entire audience. Then she had to get onto the table to lay down. I was not in the audience facing the front end of the table, I was on the back end where she laid her head, luckily. I don't know what they saw over on the other side. The other actress had to put her head under the sheet that was covering her. Obviously she didn't actually do anything, but man talk about an awkward scene. You just wouldn't see something like that for a normal play in the US. It was a hilarious play and the actresses were amazingly good. Top notch.

I don't have much else to report about Madrid. It was a fun time, but there are better cities in Spain. I also don't really like the big city feel. Unfortunately that goes hand in hand with the touristy spots though. They are not places for a nice relaxing weekend trip.

I leave for Dublin this Friday! Dublin, Galway, and London! Bring it on! Plus changing it up and going to places that speak English will hopefully be a nice change of pace.

I'd also like to take this time to give a shoutout to my loyal followers. Specifically Miss Connie at Weitz! Thanks for reading, Connie! I hope to continue the laughs.

Warning for future lack of posting:

This weekend I head to Madrid with my program. I´ll make sure to get a post in there about my trip.

Then it´s off to Ireland for spring break (March 30-April 5). School doesn´t start back up till the following week so I most likely will not have internet until then. More specifically here is my spring break trip:

March 30-April 5 (Dublin, Galway, and London)
        More specifically March 30 leave Granada, bus to Malaga, flight to Dublin
        April 1 bus from Dublin to Galway
        April 3 bus from Galway to Dublin, flight to London
        April 5 flight from London to Malaga, bus from Malaga to Granada

So when I get back, like I said, classes will start up and I will be starting a new level. Well I´m skipping that Thursday and Friday to go to Rome for 3 nights (April 12-15).

Well I´m going on a trip for my niece´s birthday (March 30), I figure it would only be fair to go on another trip for my brother´s birthday (April 12). Only makes things fair, right?

So there will not be very frequent posting in the near future, but you can bet your arse (It´s Irish, just getting ready for the lingo) that there will be plenty to read when all is said and done.

Córdoba

Córdoba was a spur of the moment trip and very quickly planned out. My friend, Shannon, said she really wanted to go, but no one to go with. So right then and there we booked our hostel and bought bus tickets that night (Wednesday). So Saturday rolls around and we leave in the morning to go to Córdoba. We get there too early to check in so we decided to roam the city and go eat our sack lunch by the river. On the way we run into the Catedral that the city is basically known for, and an attraction we came to see. And by sheer dumb luck we happened to book a hostel within 5 minutes of the Catedral and pretty close to the bus station. We did not put any effort into planning our trip until late Friday night when we decided to Google where our hostel was located in reference to the bus station.

Now all of Spain is beautiful, but I think Córdoba is the prettiest I have seen thus far. It´s gorgeous. It´s nice to get somewhat away from the city feel and Córdoba was less city and more spread out and spacious. Kids had parks to go to with fountains and real grass. Some streets were 6 lanes wide all together which is unheard of in Granada. It has a very nice, relaxing feel to the city. Again, it was a beautiful day with the sun and cloudless sky. I did not take next to any pictures of Córdoba because it gets tiring taking pictures of everything. This was a mini vacation from tourism.

Saturday was relaxing, but Sunday was my favorite for one reason...we went to the ZOO!! This zoo is a lot smaller than even the Des Moines zoo, but it was still really neat. They of course had lions and tigers and bears, ____________! You fill in the blank. But! They also had elephants, donkeys, wolves, eagles, monkeys, zebras, deer, porcupines, emus, a hippo...wait what? They had deer?? Yup, it was definitely a strange sight that they had deer an an exhibit. In Iowa we hunt them, we look for them in wooded areas, we hit them with our cars, why would people care to see them? Oh right, they don´t really exist in Spain. We Iowans take them for granted apparently. They also had this animal called a mara. This is such a strange animal because it is from the rodent family, but it has the body shape of a pic (but furry), a face like a bunny, and legs like a deer. According to wikipedia,  maras may amble, hop in a rabbit-like fashion, gallop, or bounce on all fours. They are a weird little animal, but they are cute! The zoo was a lot of fun, especially in the morning when no one was there. At about noon, it started picking up with families and their kids. However, I did not mind, cause there were a lot of cute looking kids!

Córdoba wasn´t too exciting , but that´s perfectly fine because that wasn´t it´s purpose. It was a very relaxing and calming weekend in a beautiful city, with a good friend. I enjoyed it very much.

Just Another Weekend Update

Classes started again this past Friday. I passed the final exam by the skin of my teeth to move on to the next level. You don´t really believe that do you? No, I had very little trouble passing that exam. I´m unsure of what I received on the final exam but I know that I easily moved on to the next level. I was very excited to be able to switch things up a little. However, as it turns out, I have class at the same exact time, in the same exact classroom, with the same exact two professors, and with mostly all same students. A few students were only in Spain for February and did not continue and one student is leaving halfway through this month because her program ends. I´m with practically the same people for 20 hours a week again. The only thing in my power was to change where I sit, so that´s exactly what I did. I had to change it up a little. I like how I get all of my classes done by lunchtime, but this makes me miss college style classes where you have a different group for 50 minutes for 5 classes. I´m really looking forward to getting back to Central in the fall. Something about being in Spain makes me not want to spend my time in a classroom. Funny concept, right?

Saturday my program had an excursion to the Alhambra. Which is what? Well it´s a type of beer here in Granada. Oh, and it´s a place where the king used to live. It was it´s own city separate from Granada. It´s not currently used but a lot of the structure is in it´s original state. It is situated on the top of a hill so that it can overlook the entire city of Granada. The view was absolutely beautiful. I personally thought my view from Albaycin was better, but I think that´s because it was my first time seeing the city of Granada from that height. The first time was breathtaking, and I think the view from the Alhambra had less of an impact because of this.

After the Alhambra I got a personal pizza and my friends and I split a box of ice cream cones while we sat by the river. Saturday was a beautiful day. We all had t-shirts and jeans on and had the sun beating down on us. It was really relaxing and fun to chat with people in my program that I barely see anymore due to classes and schedules that never match up.

After being in the sun all day I was drained. I got home at 5pm and it was siesta time for me. I also needed a siesta because my friends and I made plans to go to one of the clubs here in town. So I took a 3 hour nap, got up, ate dinner, and got ready to meet up with my friends. The club doesn´t open up till midnight so we went to a couple bars ahead of time to kill some time. We ended up at one bar that specializes in shots. People were handing out coupons on the street for this bar, which gave us 15 shots for 5€. There were 7 of us and we split them amongst ourselves. Dad, you can roll your eyes, give a loud sigh, and shake your head. Now is an appropriate time. Since the bar specializes in shots, they had a lot of good ones to choose from. My first ones were kiwi and lemon/lime flavored, and my second round was with carmel vodka and whipped cream. Later Tesla and I decided to split a liter of a Margarita. With this we received free shots. These were apple flavored with whipped cream. For future advice- whipped cream seriously makes shots taste so much better. Delicious!

Then we headed to the club, El Camborio. This club is in Albaycin and has an amazing view of the Alhambra all lit up. It´s free charge if you write your name on the the Facebook wall and there is free beer and tinto del verano until 1:30am. So it´s a pretty sweet deal. I was really excited to finally go to a club after living in Granada for over a month. Clubs really aren´t my scene because I hate crowds, sweat, and being around a bunch of people I don´t know. Oh and that whole slutty girls and creepy old guys thing. We got there early so we had a lot of room to enjoy our circle of friends and dance. Then it started filling up and our space got smaller and smaller and smaller and smaller until I could only move my knees and do a little bounce move in order to dance. Literally my imaginary bubble became as tight as snake skin. I couldn´t even even put my elbows out if I wanted to. This got to be too much for me. I cam to dance because I actually really like to dance and have a good time. I couldn´t do that and it was a huge bummer. We finally left the club around 4am, but non of us were tired. We just wanted to stay and enjoy the night but it became impossible. I had a great time while it lasted though.

Relating back to the American influence on the world thing, especially in the music depatment, this was very prevalent at the club. I would have to say that 90% of the music played was from America. Artists ranged from Eminem, Adele, Snoop Dogg, Pitbull, The Offspring, Whitney Houston, LMFAO, and plenty more. Hell they even played part of the frickin´ Barbie song! Not even kidding you. "Come on Barbie, let´s go party. Ah ah ah yeah". It was strange, but at the same time I personally enjoyed it. Reason being that I want to dance to music I know, but I definitely forgot I was in Spain until I heard people talking. It was quite the experience, and that´s what I´m all about right now. You´re only young once, right? Actually that´s not true, people are young for many, many years. Eh, you get what I´m saying though.

Planes, Trains, and Automobiles

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Planes, trains, and automobiles, with a bunch of walking on the side. This describes my transportation to Paris accurately, but it was more like bus, bus, metro, bus, airplane, walking, metro, and walking. Before we even made it to Paris, we had quite the experience with all of the transportation. Let me explain all the way from the beginning to when we arrived at the hostel in Paris. We got on the bus stop across from my apartment at approximately 7:15pm Friday. We took that bus to the bus station where we loaded a different bus on a 5 hour ride to Madrid. This bus was nice because it was a charter bus with a stewardess. We were served a small dinner (sandwich) with a drink and a piece of chocolate candy for dessert. They showed the movie Super 8 during the ride. I still stick with my critique that after the train crash the movie is worthless. So I napped after the train crash scene. We made it to Madrid around 1:15am. Our next step was to take the metro (underground train system) to the airport. We know that we have 8 hours till our plane leave so we are just strolling away casually. We get on the first train, but when we get off to make our connecting train we notice that some people are running with their luggage to the next train. We figure there has to be a point to this so we start walking briskly, unsure if we have to run. We get to the correct train and see that 3 workers are holding up the train for stragglers like us. The doors are closed and one worker makes the train doors open for us. Phew! We crowd into a packed train wondering what was going on. Turns out that the metro system stops running at 1:30am. If we hadn’t picked up the pace, we would have had to wait until 6am or find another form of transportation to the airport. Okay, so now we think we are all fine until we realize that we don’t know what terminal we need to go to, and the metro has 2 different stops for the airport- T1, T2, T3 as one and T4. We place our bets and get off on the T1,2,3 stop thinking we have good odds. Nope- we needed to go to T4. Great. We can’t get back on the metro because there are no more trains coming until 6am. We start looking for an information desk to find another form of transportation. We find one and ask the guy in Spanish how to get to T4. He proceeds to respond in English that a bus comes every 115 minutes right in front of where we were standing. People like that make me laugh. Even though we spoke Spanish to him, he responds, “Very good. Well there is a bus…”. I couldn’t help but smile because here we were in Madrid trying to think of how to say this question accurately in Spanish and the guy responds in English. Anyhow, we take that bus to the airport and find out that we have to wait in the terminal until 5am to get our boarding passes. Everyone inside is either sleeping on the benches or the ground. We got there ate 2:30am and had time to kill so I tried to do the same. This was short lived because a drunk guy woke up and started walking toward us. He was completely disoriented and wanted to know where his shoe was. Yes, his one shoe, the other was on his foot. We told him we had no idea where it was and he moved to the next bench and hovered over some guy who was sleeping while looking for his shoe. Eventually he went back to his bench and kept drinking out of a black water bottle. For his sake, I just hoped that it was actually water in there. He kept looking over in our direction and I’m pretty sure he thought we stole his shoe. Due to this, none of us slept. So 5am rolls around and we stand in line for a half hour waiting for it to open. We got our boarding passes and waited at our gate. We took Vueling airlines to Paris and they were really strict. Coincidentally us 3 sat at 3 out of the 4 emergency exits and no one sat in the 2 seats next to us (6 seats all together). It was extremely sketchy how this managed to happen to all 3 of us. Since we were in the emergency exits we weren’t allowed to have bags or coats (that we weren’t wearing) with us in our seats. Tesla had her backpack, a small bag, and her coat and she was told to put all three up in the luggage space. Roseanna had her shoulder bag and she too was told to put it up. She did, but later grabbed it back before takeoff. She tried to hide it, but was told by another stewardess to put it up. Tesla was also told not to buckle up before takeoff. I fortunately was not yelled at for anything, so I laughed at them. Then we landed in Paris, walked to the metro station, and took 3 different trains (2 connections) to our hostel. One thing that saved our asses was that I did the research of what Lines we needed to take to get where we needed to go for Madrid and Paris. Otherwise we would have been completely screwed. We got to the hostel early to check in so we had lunch and waited around.

The hostel was a unique experience. We wanted to book the cheapest with decent ratings and ended up with St. Christopher’s Inn. This place was very nice and clean. All we needed was a bed so we took the cheapest room option and got beds in rooms with 8 beds. There were structured like bunk beds but they were like little cubbies all next to each other. They also had curtains which was really nice. When we checked in we were told that 2 of us were going to be in one room and the third person was going to be in a separate room two doors down. We played Rock, Paper, Scissors to see who would get the odd room, but we all chose something different and we all lost. In my mind I knew that Tesla is the type of person who can’t be alone, and Roseanna is the type of person who refuses to get the short end of the stick. The game was pointless and I stepped up and took the bed in a different room. However, while I never saw my neighbors or heard them during the night, Roseanna and Tesla had obnoxious, vulgar guys who kept them up the first night, and typical, high-pitched valley girls the second and third nights. I was glad I got the quiet room so I could get 3 good nights of sleep.

Now to describe my experiences in Paris. Man, Paris is a big city! Thank God for the metro to get around otherwise we would not have seen half of the places we went. The first place we went was the National Academy of Music or the Opera House. I’m not sure the significance of this place but they had sculptures of Beethoven and Mozart. Those were the only two I recognized. I also heard that Phantom of the Opera was performed here, but I have no clue if that is a true statement.

We then headed up to Moulin Rouge. How can you not get that song stuck in your head after visiting this place? Sorry if I get this stuck in yours, but you know which song I’m talking about. The remake has Christina Aguilera, Lil Kim, and two other people. Anyways so I realize that Moulin Rouge is about prostitutes and what not, but the entire strip where this place is at is lined with sex shops. Not even exaggerating. There had to have been 20 sex shops in a row.

Next we went to Arc do Triumph which I believe was a symbol of Napoleon’s strength or skills in combat. Something or other, but it was really cool to see.

To finish off the night we went to the Eiffel Tower. We got there at a great time. We go to see it in its last hours of the day and watch it start to light up for the night. I personally believe that the Eiffel Tower is more beautiful at night when it is all lit up; absolutely beautiful. We saw it first on the metro right before our stop, and we just brightened up with the view. It’s so picturesque, too. I didn’t have to do anything when I took pictures. I just snapped the photo and they came out perfect. We also saw the Eiffel Tower light up at the hour. Every hour on the hour the Eiffel Tower will sparkle for about 5 minutes and you can’t help but to stare in amazement.

After 48 hours of on and off sleep, we were completely exhausted and went to bed for the night. The next day we woke up at 7am so that we could have breakfast and head for The Louvre. I was in love with the architecture of the building and of course the glass pyramid. We got into The Louvre for free because we are currently living in the European Union, and I was definitely okay with that! We got in and the first thing we went for was the Mona Lisa. We passed artwork on the way there, but was like cool, cool, but where’s the Mona Lisa?? We finally found it, or should I say we found a crowd circled around it. I’m not the tallest person in the world, but I can manage to work my way up to the front. It was enclosed in glass casing so none of my pictures turned out as clear as I would have liked, but it was still really cool to see. Also, it’s a lot smaller than you would expect. With such a grand painting and how much hype there is with it, I just imagined in my head that I was going to be blown away but I really wasn’t. Still really cool though! Then we decided to back track and really look at all of the art work that we quickly passed through. THERE IS SO MUCH ART!! I believe they said there are 35,000 pieces of artwork in that building and I can believe it, if not more. There are 3 wings that divide the kind of art, like French, Spanish, paintings, sculptures, etc. We spent 3 hours there and did not see half of it. While there, we ran into 5 people from our program in Granada and they convinced us to go to Versailles later on in the day.

After The Louvre we went to Notre Dame first before going to Versailles, because Notre Dame was very close to where we were at. Notre Dame is huge and a lot taller than expected. There was free entry to go inside so of course we were on top of that. We went in and there was a mass going on. It was so cool to be inside during an actual mass. I would have felt weird if I was one of the people at mass, though, because there are probably a hundred people walking around the church while you’re trying to pay attention. The inside is just as beautiful as the outside. The glass windows and the structure are amazingly designed. Did you know that in 2013 Notre Dame will celebrate its 850^th year? Me either- so wicked! On the way out I made the sign of the cross with the holy water. Not sure if I was supposed to do that or not, but I mean holy water from Notre Dame?! Of course I’m going to do that.

The tourist place we went for the day was Versailles. I don’t know much about French history, nor do I really care for it, but I’m glad that I’m learning it as I’m seeing it. This place is the French palace of Louis XIV and Louis XVI I believe. I know that Mary Antoinette lived here as well. Again, we scored with living in the European Union because we got in here for free as well. The palace itself was huge and definitely decorated like a typical royal palace. So much unnecessary spaced filled up by massive paintings and furniture. Then the “backyard” of the palace was probably as long as 3 football fields. Mary Antoinette had a vacation home in one area of her backyard and there was another section with another big house. It was ridiculous. Plus my feet had been hurting from already walking all day and then walking all over the backyard and the palace made my feet want to kill me.

Following Versailles, we went to the Hard Rock Café for dinner. The food was amazing, but it was ridiculously overpriced. We had to wait an hour but I was determined to eat there. It was the best food I had the entire trip. I had a BBQ pork sandwich with baked beans and coleslaw. You can’t get that in Spain so I took advantage of it.

Then comes Monday and the first thing we set out to do is climb the Eiffel Tower. When we went on Sunday the top was closed due to elevator problems. We have a theory that they don’t want people climbing to the top when the elevator is closed for access reasons if there is an emergency and firefighters or someone have to get to the top. So we tried our luck on Monday hoping the top would be open and it was not. However we could go up to the second floor. It is 704 steps to get to the second floor, but I was willing to climb all the way to the top. I wasn’t really satisfied with only the second floor, but I’ll take what I can get. It was a really good view of that section of Paris.

We notice from the second floor that we can see the Statue of Liberty just down the river, so we set off on our next task. This statue is incredibly small and should not be confused with the one in New York.

Since we had covered all of the touristy parts of Paris we didn’t know what to do with our time. So we got French bread and chocolate from a nearby supermarket and headed back to The Louvre to eat it outside of the glass pyramid. After “lunch” we went back into the Louvre and decided to take a more detailed route to cover more area. We spent another 3 hours there and we think we had to have covered 80% as a combined total, but we could be completely wrong. We saw the Mona Lisa again which was really cool a second time. I’m really glad that we went back though so that I could get my favorite picture from the entire trip. Have you seen The Da Vinci Code? You know that part where the guy is dead at the Louvre and they call Tom Hanks to solve the mystery? I had to mock that scene! So in the process of building up the guts to lay down on the floor at The Louvre I first sat down on the floor. Some guy was staring at me the whole time and literally did not walk away. So I waited for him to go away or not look but then I was like, oh what the hell. So I laid down and Telsa took the picture. The first picture is the original picture. The second picture is zoomed in on the guy’s face staring at me.

We stayed at The Louvre until it closed and called it a night. Tuesday we woke up at 6am, took the metro to the airport, plane to Madrid, metro to the bus station, bus to Granada bus station, bus home. We got home at 10pm that night so that came to 16 hours of traveling on Tuesday alone. My shampoo got taken in the airport in Paris which is fine, but I don’t understand how some places are stricter about things. I got to Paris with it without a problem. OH! We didn’t get our passports stamped for France! We were pretty bummed about that because it would have been cool to have that stamp. Oh well. I´m very excited to be back in Granada!

So even though this was a lot of writing, I feel like I only told you about Paris in a nutshell. A more detailed version would have taken forever though. Gosh, this makes me wonder how my Spring Break blog is going to work out.

Phew! Th-th-tha-that’s all folks!