Archive for julio, 2013

Viernes, julio 26th, 2013

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A treadmill is dragging me whether I want it to or not. If I run the other way I will just fall off and miss everything that is to come. When I finally found the perfect spot to watch the sunset, it had already sunk into still indigo waters. Everything is moving faster and I can’t press pause. I want to breathe and pretend that these moments of clear salt water laughter and the echo of a grand piano through walls older than my country won’t fade to memory.

I am gripping every moment as tightly as I possibly can, but they are now slippery wet between my fingers and are sliding backward and forward. Into the known and the unknown, where all of everything that is so real and deeply embedded in my heart at this moment will soon fade to distant memories.  I will carry these memories, these moments that have changed who I am in far more aspects than I could have imagined with me in a leak-proof jar within me forever, but I will never be able to open their lid to revisit and relive.

I thought of coming back for a whole semester, but I realized that nothing could ever be the same.  I can always come back here, but I can never come back to now. The people I love would be missing, and I would have aged in mind and experience. In several days the joyous curiosity of trials, failures, winning, learning and the perfect friendships of the present will be lost in a state of time hardly different from a dream. I want to stay and learn and live, but I feel like I’m leaving home with no way to ever come back.

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Sábado, julio 13th, 2013

With midterms and excursions recently, I know I have not been my best at keeping up my blog. It’s very hard to make myself sit in front of the computer and upload photos when there are hiking trails and city events and I live two minutes walking distance from the beach. Regardless, last Saturday our group went to Guernica to see the the Peace Museum and go to the beach. We had a fantastic time!


This Wednesday we went to see the running of the Bulls in Pamplona. It was well worth waking up at 3:30am. I’m sure CIDE is glad that they made me sign a waiver that said I would not actually run with the bulls because that certainly was on my agenda. (Sarcasm not implied.) I got a little red pañuelo and then later we went to San Sebastian.

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We had midterms yesterday which went alright. I think I did well on my culture test, but my language test was so so. I definitely shouldn’t be in Spanish four. Even though I’m trying my hardest, it’s okay if I don’t get an A in the class because this experience will certainly make me a better teacher as I now understand the extreme importance of having a rock-solid foundation of the basics before moving onward.

I know this post was short, but I must meet my friends for some Saturday afternoon beach time and a hiking adventure in Palencia!

¡Hasta luego!





Sábado, julio 6th, 2013

“Is that a baby… going for a walk with its grandparents? …at two in the morning?”


¡Feliz cumpleaños América!

Jueves, julio 4th, 2013

I love Bilbao. I love the culture, the food, the people, the beaches, the architecture, the playgrounds, the trees and its accessibility. However, I must say there is no place like America. Today is The Fourth of July and it is so odd being in another country on such an important American holiday. As much as I love the antiquity of the culture here, it has made me more fascinated with my own culture. People here keep asking me to describe what it is like in America. They think that I have never seen or heard of the foods they eat here and everything is entirely foreign to me, but that’s is not true at all. What’s wonderful about America is that hardly anything is foreign to us because we have a little bit of everything. I hope that the world can somehow revamp the entirely untrue stereotype that we all live off of Burger King and Waffle House because America truly does have more variety and options of everything than anywhere in the world. It truly is a melting pot where the whole world has brought the best of their best together with a pinch of its own uniqueness. I love being here, but my heart will always belong to the U.S. I love its small towns and football teams and Ford pickup trucks. I love its white picket fences and its wide open ranches. Although it is admittedly  far from perfect and it doesn’t have a Guggenheim or any city as beautiful as this, it is home. There is an indescribable sense of peace and comfort that one feels when in their own country that is often taken for granted until it is inaccessible. I am certainly enjoying my time here and love Spain very very much, but today I’m proud to be a foreigner.

What’s better.

Miércoles, julio 3rd, 2013


Yes, we could say that things aren’t better or worse and that they are just different. However that most certainly does not apply to everything. There are simply some things at which each country is better. I will try to be as unbiased as possible as I assess who comes out on top in what.

Stylishness of strollers- Spain

Helpfulness and clarity of textbooks- U.S.

Helpfulness of the average person – Spain

Cuteness of children’s clothing- Spain

Quality of Shoes- Spain

Access to water fountains- U.S.

Creativity with toilet flushers -Spain

Consciousness of the Environment- Spain

Price of Food – Spain

Price of Gas- Can’t tell…

Price of Everything else – U.S.

Attractiveness of sports Apparel- U.S.

Access to Public Transportation- Spain

Filling breakfasts – U.S.

Access to health foods – U.S.

Access to fast food – U.S.

Access to fresh, in between foods- Spain

School supplies (price, quality, design) – U.S.

Efficient Speakers- Spain

Empathetic Listeners- U.S.