Granada... my future home?

After Christmas Ally, Marcia and I made the trip to Granada. It had been 2 years since I´ve been back to Granada, and in these two years I´ve thought about what it would be like to be back to this city. When we arrived, I was hit with the feeling that I never wanted to leave. I don´t know what it is about this city that just makes me want to stay here. It´s not incredibly big, there is nothing super spectacular, but it´s atmosphere is attractive, and it makes me want to stay.

However, it was FREEZING, it made Huelva seem hot. Our hostal was more or less in Plaza Nueva which made it easy for us to get around, walking around the city made it feel like we never left. Granada, is just sooo much prettier than Huelva. I was able to see all of my Granadian friends besides Jose who happened to be in the States. Ally, Marcia and I went to the Alhambra, it was my 3rd time there, and although it is a beautiful place, it´s safe to say that I´m Alhambra´d out. If I don´t see it again for the next 5-10 years, I think I´ll survive. Also the lion fountain wasn´t there... and that was really disappointing since we waited all day for it. I took soooo many pictures... and I don´t even know why. Things like this are impossible to capture in photos, and I don´t know what I´m going to do with them later.

After walking all day looking at the alhambra, we took a walking tour of Granada, guided by Luis and his brother JoseMa. It was really nice to learn about all the buildings and some of the history of the city. Now I feel like I´ve walked most of Granada... and my legs were sore enough to prove it.

My favorite thing about the trip was being able to see my friends. For some reason I feel that i made better friends in Granada than I have in Huelva. Going out with them was so much more fun... and of course free tapas doesn´t. Also there just seems to be more to do, and the music is definitely better. All the time I was there I didn´t want to leave, and thought about much different my experience would be if I was in Granada instead of Huelva. I know that´s not a good attitude, but that was how I felt.

Our last full day in Granada, we went to the Sierra Nevadas... it was cold. It was a nice little skiing/snowboarding place.. and we didn´t have any gear, but next time we´ll be ready. It was a little hazy which sucked, but it was beautiful. It was like I was in Seattle, because there was soooo much snow. I thought I´d never see snow in Spain, but there is snow.

When it was time to leave Granada... I was sad, and Ally and I fantasized what it´d be like to move back to Granada and live in our old piso in Calle Molinos... with the HUGE shower, and the air conditioning/heating... that would be the life. Now we just have to figure out how to get there...

wishing everyone a happy holidays and a wonderful new year!

Con mucho carino,
Ngoc :)

Perks of being Travel Size

Because Ally's mom is here, we have made a better effort towards doing things besides hanging around our freezing cold piso. One of our outings took us on a trip to Aracena in the Sierras in Huelva. One of Ally's student, Juan, offered to take us on a day trip with his wife. We thought we'd be going on a little hike thing, so Ally, Marica and I got all ready for hiking. Shoes, sweatshirt, everything...

We woke up and were rushing to get ready, we kept thinking that Juan is Spanish, he's going to come late so we don't have to be in a hurry.... of course, Juan turns out to be the only Spanish person that arrives early or even on time. We get into the car, and begin our almost 2 hours drive to this place. We´ve just heard that it´s an amazing location, but nothing else. Sometimes I forget what it´s like to be in a car for long periods of time, because I rarely am in a car, besides commuting to work. 

Being in a car here, is not like sitting in my large Honda CRV, the cars here appear to be smaller, and coming from a person of my size, that´s hard to say. Either way, I experienced a lot of car sickness... but we did make it there. It was a beautiful day, and being able to see all the trees, and hills and rivers, reminded me of driving on I-5 towards California or something. For a split second I thought I was back in WA.

We arrived to Aracena, and found out that we were going to see this thing called La Gruta de Maravilla, it turned out to be this underground cave thing with crazy rock formations. It was one of the prettiest things I´ve seen in a while. It was super duper humid inside... 100%. It reminded me of the Vinh Ha Long caves I went to 4 years ago. We couldn´t take pictures inside, but it was still a beautiful site. One of the downsides of the cave was that

 it was a little dangerous, a lot of the paths you had to duck or else risk getting your head taken out... however, if you´re like me, and travel-size you just walk normally, and there are no problems. :)

After our little trip we went went home to Huelva, but before returning back to our piso, we stopped by a beautiful site, where there was a statue dedicated to Chrisopher Columbus. The name now escapes me, but it was beautiful, the sun was setting, and it was a beautiful site.

All in all the day was great. I realized that there are beautiful things in the Province of Huelva, although you have to drive 2 hours to get there.... It was a great thing to do while Ally´s mom was here.

Sending all my love!!!

Besitos,

ngoc :)

Welcome Marcia to a real small Spanish village

Seasons greetings everyone. I hope everyone is safe, happy and enjoying the holiday season. I know it is snowing like no other in Seattle.. and I hope this finds everyone somewhat warm... hopefully. I won't tell you about how nice the weather has been here...

Okay, Since Marcia has been here, Ally has been doing a great job showing her what there is to to do around this small province. However, on Monday we decided to head to Bollullos... I don't know why... probably to visit Concha and her family, and also give myself a chance to really see Bollullos. We took the train to La Palma, where Concha picked us up. I had specifically been told by people that Bollullos is known for wine... so obviously we all thought it'd be cool to go to a vineyard to taste wine. Although I'm not a wine drinker, I've seen my share of movies, and wine tasting seems so cool. You go to a place where there's lots of grapes and lots of land. I also imagined lots of round barrels of wine, and possibly being able to smash some grapes with your toes or something like that. I should have know that Bollullos wine tasting was nothing like that. Concha dropped us off on a street where she said there are lots of places to taste wine and eat food... let's just say there was not one grape in sight, it was a whole bunch of restaurants with lots of wines... we were quite disappointed. But we did end up going into a real winery, and trying 3 different types of wine... I'm just going to say... I still don't get all the fuss about Bollullos wine, but I'm open to trying others... maybe we just got unlucky.

Switching to plan B, which was walking around Bollullos and seeing what it had to offer. Before doing this we had to make a quick pit stop to one of the most famous things in Bollullos... Mercadona... there we loaded up on our snacks and sat down in a really nice park. For being such a small village, I have to admit the park was pretty nice... it reminded me of many parks i've visited such as the one in Cadiz, and Sevilla it was a little mix of many parks. There were some plants, mazes, water fountains... everything you needed for a nice park. We sat in the park ate some sandwiches and did a mini photo shoot.

After that we wandered the streets of Bollullos, and arrived at Nia's house. I've told Ally how nice it is and she wanted to see. Luckily Nate was home and he gave us a tour, and made Ally and I both jealous that our piso is the size of their terrace, but we do have one up on them... we live in Huelva and they live in Bollullos. :) After that we continued our walk around the village, which I'm going to say is not very big. It is however very "movie-set" like, the buildings are mainly white, the streets are small, and there is a calmness about the city which I do like. We happened to see this girl riding her horse down the street... i guess that saves on gas right? As much as I joke about Bollullos, it is a very peaceful place, the people are very nice, and it does have its own charm.

Our tour continued on towards the main street, where we saw some of the stores that sold the best "Bollullos" style... I'm sad to announce that Ally, Marcia and I, the best shopping trio ever assembled, made it out of Bollullos without buying ANYTHING! We ended our tour with a trip to the culture center, where an exhibition was on display of old doll houses, dolls, toys, and film things. It was kinda random, but interesting. There was also a Belen which was beautiful... but i don't understand why we couldn't see it from a 360 degree view.... it was really nice... and there was like a light limit too, because after ten minutes the lights got dark and you couldn't see anything.

After the cultural center we made our way to Concha's house. Unfortunately my camera was low on battery and Ally had forgotten her camera in the piso, so I don't have any pictures to show you of the marvel that is Concha's house. It is incredibly big, and super Spanish, but I love it. It has terraces, offices, high ceilings, beautiful tiles... everything that makes one person jealous. They should just adopt me. As Ally and Marcia got the grand tour of the house, I set to work on making spring rolls with Maria. She is incredibly cute and loves to help out. Cooking was fun and once again, I had brought tooooooo much food... I get that from my mom. We sat down to eat with Concha, her husband (Jose), her son (Ignacio), and Maria. It was a nice dinner, with lots of food, laughs and conversation. It was also the first time I really heard Concha speak english, and her english is AMAZING. It's probably the best english from a spanish english teacher I've heard in Spain. Her accent is so cute... it's so proper.

After the meal, Maria thought it'd be a good idea to show us all the toys she has... let's just say her and Barbie are good friends, and she probably has every Barbie ever created. She even has a pregnant Barbie that comes with a detachable belly... things these people come up with. At the end of the night, Jose and Ignacio drove us back to Huelva.

All in all it was a great dinner, and a great day in Bollullos. Although small and quiet, it houses some of the nicest Spanish people I've ever met, and definitely the most beautiful Spanish house I've been in. Ally and I look forward to seeing more of Concha and her family, they have already offered to be our friends... so it's okay if we bother them now. :)

As this comes to an end... I wish everyone a very happy holidays. I miss you guys terribly but am happy and safe.

Hugs and kisses,
Ngoc :)

Lovely Lisboa

Ngoc and I took our first trip outside of Spain to Lisbon, Portugal. Not only was it was first big trip in Europe, but it was also our first roadtrip of the year. Luckily, Alex was also going to Lisbon the same weekend as us and we all drove together. All the positive things we had heard and read about Lisbon held true, it was a lovely city to visit. Not only is the city rich in history and culture but also home to decadent desserts. Street after street was littered with pastelerias full of sweets. The skies above were adorned with beautiful architecture and breathtaking statues/monuments. All the beauty absent in Huelva is more than abundant in Lisbon. We spent our four days walking like it was our jobs, I just wish I had of known the city was built on hills so I could have trained for the marathon that became our eight hour walking days, up and down incredibly steep hills. Nonetheless, it was fun to see a different city and do lots of sightseeing.



After spending a summer in Europe in 2006 and several thousand dollars poorer, we have smartened up when it comes to traveling and saving money. Rather than spending lavishly as if money grows on trees we now are taking the cost of things into consideration, just a little. Thus we decided to stay in a dorm style room rather than a private room. Being my first dorm experience in a hostel I was a little nervous but fortunately enough we enjoyed a fun four days of meeting new people from around the world. On my first night as I was falling asleep on the top bunk I turned to Ngoc and asked, “you think this bed is clean? I mean, people don’t have sex in these beds do they?” to which Ngoc comforted me and immediately responded, “of course not!” Later that night, I was awoken to which I thought was an earthquake, unfortunately for me, it was just two strangers in the room getting to know one another a little better. On a positive note, we managed to pick up some new slang from a group of Mexicans who provided much entertainment and eye candy—if only they weren’t tan joven. Although the hostel was by no means a 5 star hotel it did provide free warmth, a stark contrast from our freezing piso, which was much appreciated. All in all, minus the mini earthquake scare, it was a fun hostel. After routinely dropping 50 Euros a night on dinners in famous cities throughout Europe, we’ve learned that shopping at grocery stores is the way to go. We both ate lunch for a combined grand total of 2.89 Euros. When you only make 700 euro a month every penny matters. Oh the joys of being poor, why would anyone want to leave home?


In terms of sightseeing, pretty sure we managed to conquer Lisbon and see every castle, monument, statue, tower, church, monastery and any other sight to see. I couldn’t help but remember our times in Granada and many visits to the Alhambra while walking through Lisbon and seeing the castle. It is up high on of the hills and has a view of all of Lisbon from above. You can see the castle from pretty much anywhere in Lisbon, just like the Alhambra. Of everything we saw my favorite thing was the monastery in Belen. It was truly breathtaking. I always love moments when I look up and see an enormous building towering over me, which has been standing for hundreds of centuries and am pleasantly reminded I’m in Europe. We just don’t have that history or anything comparable to see in America. Sure, there is the Space Needle in Seattle or the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco, Statue of Liberty in New York, but there is no comparison to European skylines. The National Palace and Torre were also memorable for their beauty.

Without doubt we enjoyed our best dinner in the past 3 months while in Lisbon. Up in the famous Bario Alto we found a nice little Thai restaurant tucked behind a corner on a tiny little cobblestone street. Although expensive at over 45 euro, being able to have a decent dinner was worth the money and I enjoyed every little noodle. If only Huelva had food other than jamon o gambas. Portugal is also home to the Porta Agua (Portuguese Waterdog) and I felt as if I saw Wilson about ten times, just not as cute, of course.

As lovely as Lisbon is, I have to be honest and say I was glad to come home to Huelva. After visiting a big city I now appreciate the smallness of Huelva and being able to go wherever I desire by foot. Moreover, its nice walking into the bread shop and having the owner know you. Huelva affords me the opportunity to create a new home and feel as if I’m part of the community rather than just being another tourist abroad. I don’t think I could have that same feeling in a major city with millions of people. I like being one of the few Americans in Huelva and knowing I will see a familiar face while walking around town. For all the complaining I do about Huelva it does have a certain charm to it, just don’t ask me what it is, because I don’t know. I guess Huelva’s not so bad after all!

Besos
Allison

How Christmas Blew Up in Piso 4A

Season's greetings everyone! It has been a long time, the reason being we've been out and about, we've been a little lazy, but mostly we've been consumed with holiday spirit. After Thanksgiving, Ally and I were both feeling a little homesick and missing our families during. Hence, we came up with the greatest idea ever!!!! Piso decorations, thinking it would be the greatest thing ever. The funny thing about christmas decorations is that I'm buddhist, and Ally is not religious, and hence we have two people who really don't celebrate christmas for religious reasons decorating the piso. However, I love the holiday spirit, and Christmas carols, they put me in a good mood, and remind me of being home with my family. Hence, we decided this would be the best way to make us feel more at home. Little did we know it would become a big obsession and consume about two weeks of our lives. But I guess when you're in Huelva, where the extracurricular activities are limited, holiday decorations are a great way to pass the time.

Ally and I started simple with snowflakes and hand made signs. She worked on the "Happy Holiday" sign that you see as you walk into the piso, and together we spent 8 hours cutting out over 60 snowflakes. Then we hung them off the ceiling, which also was a little dangerous, but worth the effort. Once you step into the piso, the ceiling is quite amazing. Snowflakes and "Happy Holidays" made up Phase 1 of Operation decoration.

Phase 2 of our operation was putting up the tree and the fireplace. Putting the tree up with the star, and Ally strung the lights onto the tree. It was almost life-like. I was in charge of the fireplace, and it was something we needed desperately, because our piso is ridiculously cold. Although it looks like it didn't take a long time it did. I spent the most time on the fireplace, with 3 stockings, one for me (Merchi), one for Ally (Carmen), and one for Ally's mom (Marcia) -- she's visiting us soon. Doing the garland at the top of the fireplace was time consuming because it is actually single pieces of leaves cut out of green wrapping paper. However, in the end it was worth the 2-3 days i spent on it.

Phase 3 was "Noel", "Santa Claus", the wreath for the door, and mistletoe. Cutting the candles, out of red wrapping paper and making the holly for it was also time consuming, but very easy, and that was quickly finished. Ally contributed with her skillful lettering skills and we're very pleased with the results. The wreath on the door was made quickly because we had green wrapping paper. Although the mistletoe is not real, and the chances of us finding anyone to stand under it with are very slim... we are holding out for el Duque, Enrique Iglesias or any other tall dark and handsome Spanish man to enter our piso. Lastly, Santa Claus was a tough task because I had to draw him out of paper and put him together. It took aat least 5 hours, however there were some breaks for "Sin Tetas No Hay Paraiso".

After a weekend break from decorating to go to Lisbon, we returned to do Phase 4 of our operation. By this time we are a little decorationed out because I personally had spent at least 8 hours a day on decorating for 4 days in a row. Either way we had to carry on, because we could not leave it unfinished. Phase 4 consisted of creating the north pole. I made the sign, the sled and also the snowflakes that covered the walls. Ally make the life-size Frosty the Snowman which I think turned out incredible.

Phase 5 was just finishing up the final touches. We spent the last few days making presents to put under the tree, putting up snow underneath various things to make it look like snow in the north pole. Ally put up the "Merry Christmas" sign. I wrapped one of our poles in gold and silver wrapping and topped it off with big bows. Our last day we worked on ornaments for the tree. Ally made the color balls on the edges and I made some ornaments that reminded us of all the places we've traveled together ie.: Barcelona, Paris, Granada, Lagos, Lisbon... Everytime we look at the tree, it will remind us of the great friendship we have, and the many fond memories we have built, but we look forward to building more for the rest of this adventure.

As I bring this informative post to an end, I hope everyone is going super duper well. I wished everyone could be here to see our piso and how great it turned out, but most of all, I wished everyone was here to just celebrate the holiday spirit with us.

Hugs and Kisses,
Ngoc :)



P.S. You can look at the entire process here:
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2353854&l=feced&id=10703715

Thanksgiving

Well, today is Thanksgiving in America, although you’d never know it in Huelva, it’s just another day out of the year over here. And to be honest, I never really thought much of Thanksgiving when I was in the States either, then again, I relied on food from 7-11 or whatever gas station was open for my Thanksgiving Dinners while playing in National tennis tournaments around America. While I wouldn’t consider Huelva one of Europe’s prettiest cities it beats the boonies in Missouri. I’m accustomed to being away from home for Holidays and it didn't phase me to spend another Thanksgiving separated from my family. A bunch of the other American Auxiliaries all got together tonight and we had a “Thanksgiving Dinner” which was quite fun. For most of the other auxiliaries this was their first Thanksgiving away from home, which prompted several “I miss home, traditional dinner, being with friends/family” type comments. I thought to myself “What are you complaining about? This is great! Try eating fast food, fearful of E. coli lingering in your food in the backseat of your car in the middle of a deserted parking lot in some god-awful part of the US that people refer to as the Midwest.” I felt as if I was eating like a King.







A highlight of the dinner was meeting our new friend, Alex from Los Angeles. All in all the dinner was a lot of fun and I’m glad we had a Thanksgiving with our friends in Huelva.




During dinner we all took some time to say what we were thankful for. These two months have allowed me the time to do a lot of self-reflecting and has opened my eyes to all the wonderful things I have in my life. I’m very thankful for being blessed with the two most wonderful parents any child could eve ask for. It’s very easy to take for granted all you have while in the States because you rarely have moments where you realize what you have. It is not until something is taken away from you or you no longer have that thing that the proper appreciation can be realized. Of everything I have in my life I’m most thankful for the wonderful and close relationship I share with my parents and am very thankful for all the great experiences and memories we have. I know most 22 year olds don’t like living with their parents or have that good of a relationship but that's because very few people are lucky enough to have the selfless, gracious and giving parents that I have been blessed with. After all, how couldn’t you love and be forever thankful to the people who produced a child as beautiful as me?☺ All joking aside I will always be grateful for everything they have provided for me and wouldn't trade anything in the world for the special relationship we have.

Besos
Allison

Midnight Reflection

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!!! Here it's officially Thanksgiving Day, and I have to say this blog will not be like the others. I'm going to leave my smart remarks for another time. This is my first Thanksgiving away from my family, friends and America, and I have to say... I wished I could teleport so I could go home just to eat some home cooked food.

However, in the spirit of the holiday, I'd like to reflect on the things I am thankful for. As always I'm thankful for my family, without them I would be less interesting and possibly a little more sane. I'm thankful for my friends who put up with all the crazy "Ngoc" antics, and find all the things I lose. I'm thankful for the opportunity to live in Spain and discover for myself what independence really means. But most importantly, I'm thankful for the people who actually read this blog, because it means I'm not just rambling to myself. :)

Although I am far away from home, I will take this experience to make new Thanksgiving memories with the new friends I've met here in Spain. I'm sure we'll post pictures and give you an update on our first ever Spanish Thanksgiving.

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!!!! Eat lots of turkey and pumpkin pie!!!!!

Love,
Ngoc :)

Great Expectations turned into Growing Pains

Before I came to Spain I was both excited yet nervous about how this experience would turn out. To be 100% honest it hasn’t been anything like I anticipated. I thought this year would be a nice, easy year off, full of fun and free of problems or stress. Not to say I’m not enjoying my time abroad but settling down in Huelva has not been without its fair share of obstacles and/or challenges. Now that I have been here a couple months and past the excitement of finally being in Spain I’m just now realizing how hard living in a foreign country with different customs and traditions can be. Moreover, as the holiday season shifts into full swing with Thanksgiving on Thursday it’s hard not to reminisce about the holiday season in the States and miss family and friends back home.

While studying abroad in Granada during undergrad I fell in love with everything Spanish, but looking back on that experience, it was a fairytale summer, which can never be repeated. Ngoc and I met in Spain that summer and shared some of the craziest adventures and spontaneous travel trips together that I have ever had. We enjoyed 10 weeks of paradise where nothing went wrong and I didn’t think life could get any better. Unfortunately, Huelva is in no way shape or form close to Granada and not even in the same category as a comparison. I’ve come to the sad realization that this year will not be a replica of my first time in Spain. Rather than sulk and throw a pity party, invitation 1, I’ve decided to embrace the challenges ahead of me and look forward to a year full of self-growth, exploration and independence.

I think the biggest disappointment has been the fact that not one single thing has turned out to be like what I dreamed of. For starters, work is anything but easy. While I only work a limited amount of hours I can assure you this job has tested every ounce of patients in my body. It's the hardest job I’ve ever had, but then again I’ve never worked a day in my life until Spain, so I guess there isn't a lot of room for comparsion. I really hope this isn't what people mean when they say, “welcome to the real world,” because work is hard. You cannot even begin to imagine how I feel every time I’m teaching a class full of rowdy; obnoxious, and quite frankly, down right rude and disrespectful teenage boys. To say my classroom is total chaos would pay to much respect towards the lack of order that fails to exist in my classes. While trying to teach very difficult English grammar to uninterested students and having spitballs pelted at me from sixteen-year boys, I often think, “What am I doing here?” I thought this was going to be the best year of my life and so far nothing great has happened. Secondly, meeting people that want to be your friend and nothing else has proven to almost be impossible. After two months, I would say I have a handful of Spanish friends who are genuinely nice and educated people that I like to spend my free time with. Meeting the locals, those who I would actually like to get to know, have also been harder than expected. Hopefully as I continue to meet more people I will start to enjoy my time here a little more. Thirdly, the world famous nightlife in Spain, partying until 8 am, has also been a huge disappointment. Due to the fact that we live in a tiny city, with no exaggeration whatsoever, the exact same people go out every single Thursday, Friday and Saturday. I’ve come to hate going out because it didn’t take me long to realize that the only people who go out are the sleazy, dirty, drunken men lacking degrees. Not attractive. Fourthly, there are times that are downright boring. I guess being American forces one into the mindset of placing productivity as the paramount concern in your life. On the contrary, in Spain, relaxation is valued, appreciated and practiced with abundance. The “no pasa nada” mindset far outweighs the mindset of getting things done and having a sense of accomplishment at the end of the day. I'm trying my hardest to appreciate this as a year of rest and relaxation and realizing that some time without constant stress or rush is not such a bad thing.
Lastly, I live on a stipend of only 700 Euros a month, not exactly rolling in the dough or living in a nice house on Mercer Island with Mom and Dad. It’s the first time in my life where money has been a concern and the word budget has crossed my mind. It’s to the point where I pick fruit off of trees on the street because I’m interested in saving (a new vocabulary word I learned this year). I can no longer swipe my debit/credit card and know the bill will be paid. I guess financial independence is a lesson I never really looked forward to learning. It will be the one lesson I don’t appreciate learning either ☺

However, rather than dwell over all the disappointments I’ trying my hardest to get involved with community events/ activities and find new things to do and fill my time. On Friday we went to the gran teatre in Huelva to watch one of the movies in the film festival. The teatre was beautiful, and to be honest, I was surprised something so pretty existed in Huelva.

This past weekend we went t the beach and enjoyed a gorgeous sunset along the Costal Del Sol. I’m going to try and my hardest to enjoy the positives of Huelva and forget the negatives. I guess it's a lesson learned, you never know what the future holds so don’t count your chickens before they hatch. I had Spain so built up in my head as the most wonderful place and couldn’t possibly imagine this year being anything but wonderful. Now I know I can’t repeat the same experience twice, I have to try my hardest to find the good in Huelva and be grateful for this experience. After all, not everyone has the opportunity to be thrown outside of their comfort zone and forced to deal with the problems presented for them. I have already learned a lot about myself and become a domestic diva (cooking, cleaning, washing the dishes/clothes, you name it I can do it) it only took me 22 years to learn but hey, better late than never. I’m no longer wearing my rose tinted glasses in Spain and ready to embrace this experience as a year full of growth and have accepted that some painful times will accompany the good times.

To end on a positive note, I guess the expression holds true, “You never know what you have until its gone.” Being away from home has made me appreciate all the comforts of the United States and how blessed I am to have grown up in an affluent neighborhood where beauty surrounds me. Now that I’m paying my way, living in an apartment smaller than my bedroom I’ve come to realize I took my life back home for granted and the rest of the world doesn’t live like I do. I’m glad I have this opportunity to experience a different way of life and trying to adapt the mindset of a relaxed Spaniard rather than hurried American. I’m switching my thoughts from those of having bad luck to thoughts of being blessed with a year full of siestas, relaxation and sangrias along the beach. You can look forward to reading blogs about our new efforts and mindsets.

Besos
Allison

So close to not being lazy....

Hello all, I thought I´d share a little story to maybe inspire you guys or simply just make you laugh at my stupidity. Well, many people know I work in Bollullos, but live in Huelva. Each day I commute to work, which isn´t bad since I usually get a ride. If not I take the train to La Palma which is a smaller pueblo 5 km north of Bollullos and then I get a ride from La Palma to Bollullos. Sounds like a fool-proof plan, since there are so many options... however, knowing my luck things never work out so easily. Sunday night, I get a text message from my carpool buddy saying she´s sick and won´t be going to school, this came in at about 10:30 pm btw. I was supposed to call the other girl I carpool with and we could work something out... but I call, and call and call, and no response. Then, I think I guess I´ll take the train to La Palma and get a ride from Miguel Angel... but wait a minute I don´t have his phone number anymore cuz´ I lost my cellphone last week and therefore lost all my numbers. So what is my last option.....???? Because I´m so dedicated to my job and slightly crazy I decided I could walk the 5 km(3.1 miles) to La Palma.

I wake up the next day at 6am, get ready to head out. I pack myself the regular muffins and waterbottle. I make sure I have a smaller purse, because from google maps it said my trip would take about 1.5 hrs and I didn´t want to be carrying my backpack or a big purse. I layer on the clothes because I knew it was going to be cold. I get on the train and go to La Palma as usual. After arriving at the train station, I set out for my trek to Bollullos. Of course as I walked out of the train station, the cold air had to greet me... it was literally freezing and I thought to myself... yeah I´m not going to make it. But it kinda sucks when you don´t have any other option. I thought about how my mom use to say she walked all the time in Vietnam or how my grandma walked from Hue to Nha Trang or even Saigon... so I guess I shouldn´t be such a pansy about it being cold. Sucking it up as much as I could, I put the hood on and plugged the headphones in and started to walk. After 15 minutes of walking I say a sign that said "Sevilla, Huelva", but no Bollullos. I looked around and see that the arrow for Bollullos were pointing in the direction that I came from... and so I slowly turned around... telling myself "slight detour, slight detour". Once I was able to get back on the right track, it started to get warmer, which made things easier. However for some reason I started to get tired, even though I had only walked for 30 minutes. Not willing to risk anything, I decided to sit down on a bench in a park and ate my muffins, and took a small break before continuing.

After my break I started walking again. For those that can´t quite imagine the picture... it´s like walking on the freeway by yourself... everyone looks at you crazy, but they don´t stop to offer you a ride. There really is no walkway, so you hope that you can suck it in and a car doesn´t try to take off your arm. I tried to remember which side of the street to walk on just to be a little safer, but in the end I knew that there was no part in this little excursion that was safe at all. As was walking I noticed how beautiful it was. There was no big street lights, the sun was coming up, and there were no clouds in the sky. It was just grass and trees sprinkled with a few old houses. It was a very serene image, unfortunately i didn´t have enough room to pack my camera or else you could see real pictures. In a way it reminded me of Forrest Gump when he was running, however I wasn´t running, and I actually had a reason.

After walking 4/5 km, I see this black car with the white daisy flower on the back and thought to myself, "Man that care looks familiar." It turned out to be Concha, my Spanish mother. She is the mother of Maria, a girl I tutor, she is soooooo nice to me, and would do anything to help me out. She was on her way to work in La Palma and saw me walking, and she had to turn around. So, sadly I didn´t get to complete the 5 km walk, because she gave me a ride the rest of the way. I guess I should have insisted that I finish because I was sooooo close, but she looked like she was going to have a heart attack when she saw me.

In end, I made it to Bollullos, earlier than ever, I´m not even that tired, and I feel great. Maybe one day in the spring, I will get a bike and attempt the ride over, but it was a nice trip because the whole time I was thinking, "I would never do this in Seattle,¨or "Ngoc, people think you´re crazy.¨ Either way, it was a fun way to start the week, and I´m glad that I´m still alive to tell the story. Now Coi can never call me lazy again.

I hope everyone had a wonderful weekend, and that you´re enjoying the luxury of having a car.

Sending all my love,

Ngoc :)

Lessons We've Learned in Huelva

After getting my "diploma" I thought this year would be a year of teaching and I wouldn't learn as much as I've done in the past... however, after about 2 months of Spanish (but mainly Huelvan) life, I've realized that I've learned sooo much from this experience already. Let me just list a few things that I've learned, that the UW never prepared me for... (i kinda want my money back) :)
1. Don't bring more than 12 pairs of shoes and the rest of your closet, because no matter how cute you look, no Spanish guy is going to offer to carry your bags up flights of stairs or from Madrid to Huelva.
2. Just because you got a degree in Spanish doesn't mean you speak Spanish... if you don't use joder, cono or hombre in every other sentence then you aren't really speaking Spanish.
3. From the pictures beautiful beaches and sun makes you think you don't need a jacket... but think again, because even if there's sun... it doesn't mean it's not going to feel like an icebox.
4. Spanish men don't understand the art of being slick. They will call you 5-6 times a day, even after you've told them you don't want to ever see them again... then maybe they'll send you a text just in case you didn't really ignore their previous calls.
5. If you ever want to get anything in Spain, make sure you have an NIE but most of all you can skip all the line waiting... if you just marry a Spaniard.
The list could go on and on, but the point of this blog is to say that although Ally and I came to Spain with enormous expectations, this week we have been feeling a little down. Things have not turned out the way we thought they would... but I guess with good reason. Our first experience with Spain was AMAZING and I doubt we will ever experience anything like that again. However, it's not to say that this experience will not be life changing. I guess for me it was really hard to accept that Huelva is not Granada and never will be. I just wanted to repeat my Granadian experience, and I forgot to really look at where I am and the opportunity I've been given. After a long period of sulking and feeling bad about how we've had such a hard time settling down, Ally and I have decided to suck it up and be grateful that we're here in Spain, and we have each other.
I know that living here for so long will be difficult because we're so far away from home but it is an experience that I know will change me for the better. I hope to emerge from this experience more patient, appreciative of my friends, family and everything that I have in America, but mostly I want to be able to say that I stepped out of my comfort zone and enjoyed it.
So... as Ally and I try to reorganize our thinking, and turn a more positive leaf... you guys can look forward to more stories of our adventures around Huelva as we really put in effort to get to know the city, rather than comparing it to our first love Granada. These stories will be full of pictures because I have vowed to take more pictures because I can't let the camera from my family go to waste.
Por fin, as you guys read this we are both content, motivated and excited for our real adventure to begin. We're sending besos mixed with hi-5's and hope everyone is surviving without us.

Un abrazo fuerte,
Ngoc :)

Duque... donde estas?

So as everyone knows, Ally and I have developed a new addiction... the Spanish TV drama "Sin Tetas No Hay Paraiso". Every Thursday we faithfully watch it, because it stars the best looking man... besides Enrique Iglesias... in the world. Although his voice annoys me, he's nice to look at. Anyways, that's the Duque, and all I have to say is how come I have yet to see anyone else like him in Spain...

Either way that's not what the post is about. Today I had a very relaxed and lazy day. I woke up really late, didn't have any classes, and when I finally decided to leave the piso, I walked around a little bit, went to the library and then back to the piso. All of a sudden I decided that I'd take my little walk to the pier and take pictures, because it is my favorite place in Huelva. When I see it, and I'm walking on it I just feel very relaxed and as if I'm on vacation. The only problem is that it takes about 30 minutes to walk there, and the rest of the city is not worth taking pictures of. However, I managed to make it to the pier, and the sun had gone down already, but it's in moments like these that I'm like you're all by yourself, walking on the pier and everything around you screams romance... but I guess esa es la vida.

I've decided this will be my haven. When I find myself bored with nothing to do, I'm going to take the 30 minute walk and sit on the pier with my book, and relax... something I don't do often enough.

Sorry it was an uneventful post, however, enjoy the beautiful pictures and I wished you guys were here with me.

Besitos,

Ngoc :)

La Luz??? More like out of control coldness...

Hello family and friends. I´m sorry about not being better at this. You know how these things go. In the beginning you are all happy and excited so you blog about everything even things like getting your library card, but with time you lose the excitement and you forget you even have a blog... and I´m going to say that it only took me 6 weeks or so to reach that feeling. However, I´m determined to make another attempt, only because I have two hours of "planning" for my classes and no real plannning to do. That´s how good I am at this job.
How goes life in Huelva you ask? Well let´s see... cold, and even colder at night. Everyone who said this is the sunniest place in Spain, and we wouldn´t need a jacket, if only I can remember who you are because you lied to me. I am freezing my toes, fingers, face, and every other part of my body off. This cold is even worse when we´re in our piso. Although I love our home dearly, I must say, it is like an icebox, and if we don´t turn into popsicles during the winter, that will be a miracle. I´m convinced that it´s much warmer outside than inside our piso. Ally and I have taken to sleeping in the same bed in order to stay warm... you ask if that´s necessary, but you come here and live in this freezer of a piso. Our only heater is about the size of my Bio 180 book, and really only works if I place my body directly in front of it, but we all know that I´m slightly bigger than the size of a textbook... solo un poquito and thus one part gets warm while the rest stays cold. Chica and I might have to invest in exercise tapes as our only form of staying warm.
Besides the out of control coldness, we are still struggling with internet, and actually getting it... it continues to frustrate me. The rate at which the internet people here in Spain work is quite amazing, I hope to one day be just like them... slow, and inresponsive. I´m trying to remain calm, while hoping that our dear friends who are helping us get connected won´t change their minds in the near future.
We are not traveling much, due to the coldness, but also because we can´t find the ganas to really get on a bus. It would be so nice if I had my white Honda CRV. Mommy and Daddy if you are reading this, that would be a nice care package.

As for the rest of our lives here in Huelva, I have fallen into a schedule with work, volleyball and work. I find myself not dedicating myself to learning Spanish as much as I should, and as of today I am making more of an effort. No more slacking off... I will be Spanish, speak Spanish, think Spanish, and eat Spanish (well maybe I won´t go that far).

So as my post comes to an end, we don´t have many pictures, because they all end up the same... Ally and I with our beautiful faces in the same poses, the same smiles, however different outfits. Let´s all hope that we find something to do and more ganas to take pictures, because I think we left our snap happy tendencies in Granada two years ago.
Here´s sending all our love to everyone back home, as always we miss you and we´re jealous you guys have access to Thai food, pho and heating in your homes. Hasta pronto!

Un abrazo fuerte!
Ngoc :)