On the Road Again

There's something about being on a bus that makes me feel SO country music. Perhaps it's the extreme lack of shock absorbers on these bus monstrosities that make me feel like a ruffian out on the open roads. Or maybe my true vagabondness is amplified as I'm left to fend for myself with a very interesting roster of fellow travelers which has included everyone from a tipsy and questionably homeless man off to find a better life (or just more booze) to fellow Americans wandering around uncharted territory, navigating through foreign lands and languages. There's something about being on the road that brings people together when all you may actually have in common is your destination.

The European Connection 

Instantaneous bonds are created with some of these characters from your story from the road.  Never in a million years would I find myself at a German dinner party cooked by a Spaniard with a guest list of people in which my closest present companion I'd met less than 24 hours prior. This likely strikes immediate panic into the hearts of Mama and Nicky who undoubtedly raised me to "know better." But situations like these don't come about with clouded judgment. Quite the contrary, in fact. It's caution and intuition at it's highest, knowing off-hand that what is uniting you is anything but malicious motives, rather a sincere yearning for worldly knowledge and a sense of comfort and belonging when you're thousands of miles from home. Things are just different. It's exhilarating being in someone's home with people from all over the world with three different languages flying about and cultural dissimilarities as the topic at hand. I've said this before but you just don't learn this stuff from a textbook.

I'm not quite sure what it is about the language thing that fascinates me so much. I guess I have always been a lover of words since I had my nose buried in a book practically before I could even walk. The notion that verbal communication can transcend cultures, ages, backgrounds and everything in between is pretty remarkable. 

A recent hike up to Jaen's gorgeous castle with a colorful crew solidified how much I love being around a world (literally) of different perspectives. No subject is uninteresting when you have dozens of different characters contributing to a moment in time set against a historic background, an acoustic guitar, a little vino and a lot of sunshine!  

Don't get me wrong, I am just as happy with a group of people from all over Fresno, the great state of California or our kaleidoscopic mix of a country, nestled up in the mountains near the lake with the crisp breeze blowing about or at a bonfire on the beach with worn-in quilts and hooded sweatshirts. EVERYONE has a story to contribute, I am just grateful to have the time and opportunity to enjoy them as much as I do here!!!

I leave you with one of my favorite passages ever written, by the notoriously controversial yet undeniably brilliant Jack Kerouac:

"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!"

SpRain in my... (well, you know)

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This winter is/was the wettest and coldest Spain has seen in 50 years.  Having always been an avid lover of the cold and an eternal finder of the good in everything, I couldn't forecast the detriment this would cause to myself and everyone around me (what I now fully realize to be what psychologists call "Seasonal Depression").  

A little cold and rain never hurt anyone, but try walking 12 miles a day in freezing temperatures, torrential downpours that come in sideways and galing winds so strong you practically don't have to wonder what it's like to fly!  Umbrellas are no match for Jaen's version of a mean joke and can be spotted strewn in gutters and trash cans all about town.  This very well could have been more bearable had I been able to come home to a heated flat and a dryer for my clothes, but well, those are luxuries beyond the realm of la vida Española.

Well, my friends, today is the first time the sun has shone in three months.  Even though it's not here to stay for long, it was just enough Vitamin D energy to get me out of my bed, out of my 7,500 layers and into the spring cleaning mood.  After a few hours of sweeping, mopping, dusting and laundry,  I decided it was time to spring clean my mind, too.  After months of laying off the blog, my mental dust-bunnies are screaming to be swept out of the corners of my mind!

First things first, I love Spain y ya esta (pretty much my favorite Spanish expression, though if you want to be Andalus, it's ya'sta).  The culture here is SO laid back.  My lifestyle fits right in, in most ways, but has also helped me to make some welcomed adjustments in others.  No detail necessary, but I am happy about my growth over the past six months.  My goal here was to acquire nothing (read closely NO THINGS), rather a collection of memories and self-awareness.  The only upside to this rainy weather is that it has washed away remanences of my old-self and birthed a better version of the one-and-only me.

Let it be known, I really despise that whole "travel abroad and find yourself" bit.  You are always with yourself no matter how lost you may feel.  The glorious thing about traveling is more about understanding the inner-workings of your own mind.  Enter another of my favorite quotes: "not all who wander are lost." I'm pretty excited to see what else this journey has in store for me!

As for the day-to day details, I have been working my culo off.  Apparently (and thankfully!), I come highly recommended as an English teacher, so I spend my days at the school and the evenings in people's homes.  My flourishing student roster includes an animated four-year-old, a humble lawyer and every language level and age you can imagine in between.  

Teaching, coupled with travel writing by (late) nights and weekends, keep me incredibly busy, but I have managed to find steal a few moments away to enjoy myself, too!

We relished in an incredible weekend in Jerez de la Frontera, birthplace of sherry, as well as a wild night in Cadiz at the third biggest Carnaval party in the world.  You can't blame me for doing research on the history of Spanish culture, now can you?!

Been enjoying free reign with my students... for Valentine's Day, I taught them about 20 positive personality traits, then had each of them describe each of their classmates and deliver the "Valentines" into little mailboxes.  At the end of the activity, each student left with a box full of compliments written in English by each of their classmates.  I saw them scramble into the halls and delve into them right away!  They even made me a box of my own and I will cherish each of my written treasures forever.  As I will the rose from Guillermo, the happiest little boy I know, despite the fact that will be confined to his wheelchair for all of his life.

We recently received a second conversation assistant at my school from South Carolina.  Giving her the lowdown on the Az-Zait, Jaen and having my students stick closer to my side than ever before as they looked at this newcomer with wide eyes was quite a reality check.  I LIVE IN SPAIN.  I have a home here.  I have a fulfilling job.  I have family and friends who welcome us into their homes, bars, restaurants and taverns with the most gracious hospitality.  I have long-since stopped craving sashimi and have replaced it with a yearning for jamon serrano.  I guzzle the freshest extra virgin olive oil you can find like it's the main ingredient.  I haven't used Lawry's Salt but twice in six months when I was home.  I walk down the street and run into dozens of familiar faces.  I enjoyed a beautiful church sermon with my Spanish family entirely in Spanish and I understood it.  I am invited over for birthday parties with Grandma's cooking and regaled with tales of vintage Spain from Grandpa.  I can walk everywhere I go about nine different ways and not get lost (though I still try, as I LOVE finding the roads not taken!).  I actually respond to the name "Gwendolyn," my loving nickname from my barrio boys.  The list truly goes on... some feats are minor, but I live my life in a different language.  There are truly no words to describe that, in English OR Spanish!

My experience thus far has been an incredible journey of all things imaginable and indescribable.  I feel worlds away in every sense of the expression.  I am happy, healthy and hopeful for all of the inspiring odysseys that lie ahead... wherever and whenever they may be.

I love and miss each of you dearly!  Your constant love, support and encouragement enliven me every day.

P.S.  Here is a link to some long overdue photos (for those not on Facebook, namely the fam).  They are a hodge-podge of highlights since the last time I posted, plus a few old favorites to rev up your memories.  ENJOY!!

THE BEST OF SPAIN (and beyond)