Saturday, July 29, 2006

For Whom the Bells Toll

bookSo this summer I've been reading a bunch of books, trying to read a list I've compiled, almost a mile long. One in particular by one of my favorite authors, Ernest Hemingway, For Whom the Bells Toll was quite enjoyable. After an entire semester studying Spanish history and specifically the Guerra civil (civil war) and the Franco era, I appreciated the historical elements of the novel much more. Also many cultural and regional nuggets were disposed throughout the text. But, I think the thing I loved the most about it though was the style that Hemingway writes in. He is a minimalist, but the fact that his main character was in the mountainous Spanish countryside speaking formal Spanish, the fact that Hemingway used choppy phrases and translations that a translator would get fired for, made the language all that more richer as a representation of the Spanish language structure in English.

An example in case I'm confusing you: Que pasó? in Spanish should be idiomatically translated to what happened? in English. For Whom the Bells Toll would phrase it what passed? How beautiful the language subtleties!
No man is an island, entire of itself;
every man is a piece of the continent,
a part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less,
as well as if promontory were,
as well as if a manor of thy friend's or of thine own were.
Any man's death diminishes me,
because I am involved in mankind;
and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls;
it tolls for thee.

-Donne

Friday, July 28, 2006

I'm back in the Shippensburg.

fair fair fair
Hey, sooo, I've been absent awhile to say the least. I've been very extremely busy, and this is the truth. At one point when my blog was deleted I decided to quit forever, but now I miss it and am back. To let you know what I've been doing the past 6 months I'll have to catch you up bit by bit. So much has already happened so I'm sorry that you will miss so many things. Sorry.
Tonight we went to the tractor pull at the fair. Interesting to say the least. And we sat by the treeeeeees. It was loud and it took me the entire night to figure out why the tractors stop. A fun night overall.

Thursday, July 27, 2006

Miss you, Spain

Oh my goodness. I miss Spain so much.

Meliss and me in MalagaI miss Melissa. I miss all of my international friends. I miss all the other ISA'ers. I miss my intercambios, Francis and Angeles. I miss my classes, and Antonio especially. I miss Maria Carmen and even Paco. I miss hearing Spanish all the time. I miss living next to the beach. I miss my street. I miss traveling every weekend. I miss the life. I miss Spain. Te echo de menos.

I think the culture shock coming back to the US is worse than the culture shock of the other way around. I wanna go back!!

Friday, April 28, 2006

Semana Santa

At first we were scared when all the klu-klux-klan like costumes appeared in store shop windows in the form of lollipops and figurines. We asked our director and she said that is just what they wear for semana santa, or holy week, or as we call it Easter. Whew.

All week long in Malaga, they have processions that go through the street. Catholics wear long robes and capiotes, that point to the heaven. The men carry these huge elaborate thrones. They sway and sometimes chant. A few blindfold themselves in penintence for their sins. The more they suffer, the more their rewards. It was an amazing experience to see.

Friday, April 21, 2006

Moroccan Adventure


Our trip to northern Africa lasted a week. We started in Fes. Then we took jeeps from a city into the desert. Then we ended in Meknes.

I got really sick on the bus. Many people did. The food is just simply different. Somebody gave me this orange stuff to drink. I did, but it didn't stay down long. I heard people behind me say, "hey, do you smell orange." I felt really bad.

Thursday, April 20, 2006

Morocco

Is it possible that I have the best life in the world?

Camels in the dessert
Morocco was like stepping into another world. And it was beautiful.

This is Alexis and I on our camel we named Muhammed. The ride to the village we went to was and hour. And then we had to go back. Camels are not comfortable. In fact they are quite painful. We stayed for a few nights in tents the middle of the desert. There was a sand storm and everything we owned and even our snot turned sand-ish. I have never felt so disgusting for not showering for 3 days, but never have I had a more intriguing experience.

Friday, April 7, 2006

I´m going to Africa

Hey, I am officially on Spring Break otherwise known as Semana Santa. We´re off to Morroco tomorrow so I will write later. Adios.

Monday, April 3, 2006

El Torcal

torcalWe spent ALL day on Friday at the beach after our exam, then we went out dancing at night since all we did was lay around in the sun for the whole day. Then on Saturday we visited el Torcal, about an hour away from Málaga. It was so beautiful. We hiked over and through a bunch of limestone rocks layered up over each other. The hike was a nice change, after only walking along city streets for the past 2 months. I can´t decide whether I want to live in a city someday or the country. I love the best of both worlds, but it is impossible to have both. I guess I´ll just have to have several houses in several countries and my own plane and boat for transportation between them, of course. Then on sunday Melissa and I went to the local market and it was insane. Vendors yelling prices, people shoving, 26ºC sun beating on your head, and a confined area. I loved it. Oh, and I got a piercing on Saturday too, but I´m not telling where.