Cena española

Hello again, I wanted to write to share about the Spanish dinner my friends and I had last weekend.  It went so well: we cooked some delicious foods and everything came out nearly perfect!

After a long conversation last week, Raf and I decided upon the menu: salad (with salt and tuna, among other things), Spanish ham (jamón serrano), manchego cheese, tortilla de patata (Spanish omelette) sauteed garlic mushrooms, patatas bravas with a spicy sauce and an aioli sauce for dipping, refilled peppers, and, of course, bread.  And for dessert?  We endeavored upon making leche frita or fried milk.  

After a morning of food shopping, we began cooking.  Mainly thanks to Raf, we timed everything perfect and it all came out delicious.  Enjoy these pictures and try not to be too jealous:

Sauteed garlic mushrooms:

Mushrooms, aioli sauce, tortilla, patatas bravas

The refilled peppers!

Right before serving!

The friends

The food

The batter for the fried milk:

This recipe was a little tricky, but we really did well for the first try!  Note to self: remove the lemon peels before adding the semolina flour!!  The final product comes out with a crunchy, fried outside and a cold, smooth and creamy inside!

Final product:

Perfect!  I’d like to thank my tapas cookbook, the cookbook I made, Raf, and our friends for a great night!  

Nothing would be more tiresome than eating and drinking if God had not made them a pleasure as well as a necessity.
-Voltaire (1694-1778) 

Home Again.

Well, I’m writing to you from the kitchen of my new apartment in Worcester, MA, just down the street from Holy Cross.

As you might have guessed, I made it home in one piece.  The flight was great, I slept for most of it, watched 2 movies, and had GINGER ALE for the first time since last summer!  I landed at JFK and was welcomed by an oppressive and wonderfully familiar cloud of humidity and temperatures of 105 degrees.  I have to say I loved it and missed it- in Spain the sun was strong but there was never any real humidity in León.

Uncle Mike picked me up and we drove out to Long Island for a minute (why not?) to see my cousin Patrick who was preparing to intern in Australia for the summer!  So cool. Then it was back across the Cross Bronx, the border, the Garden State Parkway, exit 137, and back to Cranford at long last.

I have to say that being in Cranford felt completely normal, and only hours after having left Spain I already felt like I had never even left.  The year seemed a blur, like a dream, and I wasn’t quite sure any of it had really happened.  I saw my mom for the first time since August, I explored my house and saw the new couch which I am a huge fan of, and I saw some changes in my neighborhood.  Because my license had expired, I was driven around and made it with impeccable timing to a pre-prom party because that Thursday was prom in Cranford.  By nightfall, I had already made it on TV35 and the Cranford Patch online.  I also saw about half my town- faces, friends, and even family who I was so surprised to see at the party.  It was absolutely wonderful to be back, even though we were dripping with sweat and waiting for the imminent thunderstorm, which I also truly missed while abroad.

The following evening, I was surprised by my friends with a huge barbeque at Emma’s house.  My friends who I always used to say never surprised me gathered about 15 people to welcome me back- an intricate plot that had been unravelling for over two months.  Everyone was in on it except for me, and I have to say I was especially surprised and at a loss of words when Ryan Lynch, my friend from Holy Cross and one of two roommates for this year, walked up the driveway, straight off the road from Massachusetts.  It was incredible to see everybody, to spend time with everybody, to talk to everybody- it was incredible to be home.

Saturday also included a barbeque with tons of friends.  It was so nice to eat all these foods again although I admit I still don’t think my stomach is adjusted.  Also, I am dead tired by about 10 or 11 o’ clock every night, and I wake up at about 8 even on days like today when I can afford to sleep in!

My time in Cranford was short-lived as I had to head up to Massachusetts on Monday and move into my apartment.  Making that same old familiar drive was very strange feeling.  Just after crossing the border into Massachusetts from Connecticut, I saw all the damage and a clear trail that one of the several tornadoes made the other week. Before I knew it, Worcester popped up on the horizon, and along with it, Holy Cross’ towers sprang up on the hillside. 

Moving into my apartment off-campus was not weird feeling, but that evening I made my way over to campus and stepped through the gates.  Being back at Holy Cross, walking up the driveway, across the lawns, past my favorite spots, seeing all that has changed, seeing all the new construction - everything - was the weirdest thing I’ve felt since being back.  Now I realized that I had been away for a very long time while life moved on.  I saw some friends who I hadn’t seen or talked to in months, and I’m still seeing faces around and catching up with tons of people everywhere I go.  A Dominican girl asked me to speak in Spanish with her, and I said I would as long as she didn’t laugh at my accent since the Spanish accent (especially the lisp) is totally different than a Dominican accent; after our conversation, she told me the way I spoke was extremely sexy, haha.  There are so many new people, I almost feel like I don’t know anybody.  I hope to change that this year.

On Wednesday I started work at the Nativity School of Worcester.  I’m already in love with my job, which is basically a 9-5 until the summer program begins with the kids in July.  There are 4 interns including myself, and we tackle tons of different tasks every day.  There is always something different and entertaining to do, so I’m not worried about the job being monotonous.  In fact, once the kids arrive the days will be even more exciting.  I am very much looking forward to interning all summer.

Last night, both of my roommates, John and Ryan, came up to visit and settle the apartment a bit.  It was so great to see them- I hadn’t seen John since he left Madrid last January!  He got back from England last Sunday and is interning at CNBC in New Jersey this summer.  It was so great to see them.

So I’m back and life goes on, much as it has gone on all year while I was away.  I can’t wait to get back into the swing of things at Holy Cross, but more so I am excited for SUMMER!  I can’t believe that it’s only June 18th, it feels so much later!  Still, I know that the summer, and eventually my senior year of college, will fly by, as time always does.

I don’t know if I will continue blogging.  I made this to be a blog about Spain- my experience, my thoughts, my travels, and now my reflections.  I suppose that if anything comes up this summer that has to do with a memory, a thought, or something to do with these past 10 years of my life, I will write up a small entry although I don’t know if you will read it.

I want to say thank you again for reading my blog and being interested in my year abroad.  Things feel very differently now, and I am expecting that feeling to continue for a while until I am completely readjusted, if I ever am.  It is incredible to be back in America, I really missed it so much.  I can’t wait to see more family and friends and give them their gifts.  I can’t wait for the summer to come.  The year was incredible, but as they say, there’s no place like home.

Hasta luego,

—Dan

It’s a funny thing about comin’ home.  Looks the same, smells the same, feels the same.  You’ll realize what’s changed is you.
-“The Curious Case of Benjamin Button” 

Last post in Spain

Well, I have less than an hour until I get to the bus station, and an hour and a half until my bus leaves.  Right now I’m feeling a mix of emotions; mainly I’m nervous that my main suitcase weighs too much!  Only time will tell, but for now, I’m taking out my winter coat and I’m going to just carry it!

It has been an amazing year and I’m sure I’ll reflect on it more once I’m home.  This time tomorrow, I will be back in New Jersey!  Can’t believe it. 

I would like to thank everyone who I have met this year for everything - for the influence, for helping me out, for opening up my eyes that much more to the world.  It has been a pleasure.

And I would like to thank you, reader, for following along on my adventure of a lifetime with me.  I hope you have enjoyed it vicariously.

Sincerely,

—Dan

I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.
-Douglas Adams
(1952-2001) 

Thanks for the Memories

Last day!  Wow.  Not really sure what to say so I decided to include some of my favorite memories.  IN PHOTOS:

AFRICA:

COPENHAGEN:

PORTUGAL:

ITALY:

 

VALENCIA FALLAS:

BARCELONA:

LONDON:

DAY OF THE ROMERÍA:

LEARNING TO DRIVE STICK SHIFT ON CHRISTMAS:

SECRET SANTA:

BRADY’S DESPEDIDA:

SEGOVIA:

FRIENDS IN LEÓN:

 

PAMPLONA:

POSSIBLY MY FIRST PICTURE IN SPAIN:

FIRST GROUP PICTURE IN LEÓN:

It has been a crazy year!!!  And I’ve loved every moment at it.  I will never forget my year abroad in León, Spain.

Yesterday was my last day tutoring, it was a little party for me complete with a tasty bizcocho or cake.  We played some tennis and all had a good time.  Here is a photo of me with the kids I tutored, the two younger boys are brothers and the one boy and the girl are siblings, the two and two are cousins:

From left to right: me, Manuel, Diego, Alberto, and Paula

Also, they gave me a gift which I am so, so happy with.  Basically there has been this book I’ve seen a million times and always thought about buying but never did.  It’s a coffee table style book all about León filled with beautiful pictures.  Well they bought it for me!  What a perfect gift, flipping through the pages I realized it will be like I never left León at all.

Pues nada.  I have to go drop off some stuff and then I think I am meeting up with Andy and Emily.  Just had my last meal with Angelines and Hikari (it was delicious). Things are starting to feel weird!

—Dan

Till the very end of time matter will always remain young, exuberant, sparkling, newborn for those who are willing.

and

It is in the direction of the fullest that the truth lies
-Pierre Teilhard de Chardin 
(1881-1955) 

One day more

Well my time here in Spain is certainly coming to an end.  Today, Tuesday, marks my last full day in León.  Tomorrow night I leave at 10:30 on a bus bound for the airport in Madrid.  My flight to the US departs around 6 AM on Thursday.  I should be in JFK around 1:15!

Anyway, I still haven’t given my update about the Erasmus (international students) trip to the Principality of Asutrias, the Autonomous Community just north of León, a few weeks ago.  Asturias is a smaller A.C. on the north coast of Spain famous for its beaches and green and mountainous countryside.  The official title of the Prince of Spain and heir to the throne, Felipe, is «El Príncipe de Asturias» or “The Prince of Asturias”.  The name of this region should not be confused with Austria, which is where some of my friends thought I was going for the weekend!

The big attraction for this last trip was the canoe ride down the Sella River (10 miles!) and then spending the night in the oceanfront city of Gijón (pronounced “khe-khówn”), as well as a day in the city Oviedo (a favorite of Woody Allen’s).  Obviously I was in!

Well the bus ride itself is worth commenting about because we had to pass through the Picos de Europa or Peaks of Europe, the large and impressive mountains that make up part of the Cantabrian Mountains that move across northern Spain.  The scenery was breathtaking, as you might be able to imagine, it was so impressive how we left a sunny morning in Castilla y León and entered the dark mountains which the morning clouds were literally hanging over so thickly you couldn’t see outside the bus for a while.  We saw beautiful manmade lakes that were constructed over old pueblos; I heard that when the water is low you can see the steeples of the old churches poking out.

We arrived at our canoe and kayak company and suited up in wet suits and very ’90s looking jackets - we all looked awesome, and we were so excited for the big adventure ahead!

I partnered up with Aniella, and soon all of us from the group were in the water.  The big tubs (see above) were sealed tight to prevent water from getting in, and they housed our ham and cheese sandwiches, water bottles, and other snacks for lucnh along the way!  

It was such a fun trip.  Aniella and I never tipped, although I would steer us into rapids and we crashed into some large rocks at one point.  All in good fun though, right?  The worst that happened was when we crashed into the bank and a million spiders got in the canoe… worst thing ever.  Just because we were lucky didn’t mean other people didn’t fall into the freezing water, though!

Finally we made it to our destination.  The trip was awesome and I wish I did things like that more often because I love the exercise and adventure!  I’m already planning my first mountain climb (more so a hike) of the summer to Mt. Monadnock, just over the border from MA in New Hampshire.  Can’t wait!

Gijón was a really nice city and it was awesome to see the ocean again (although technically I’m not sure if it’s the ocean there)!  We all ate McDonalds for dinner, but there was no room inside.  We don’t look homeless, do we?

 That night, we all sat around in a plaza in Gijón and enjoyed the atmosphere and the decent weather.  Now, Asturias is very famous for its cidra or cider.  This cider, however, is not like the apple cider we have at home.  I’m not really sure what it comes from, but it’s a really neat tradition that shows the Celtic influence in the area.  The taste is kind of like a sour beer.. not sure how to explain it, haha!  It’s not the best, but if you learn to like it its enjoyable.  The best part is there is a special way to pour it, you have to hold the bottle over your head and the glass down low and hope you aim well!  A lot of cider usually ends up on the floor, but that’s half the fun!  This method brings out the taste better.  Waiters at cidrerías or cider-ies (?) are like professional pourers - it’s very cool!  Also, you only pour about a mouthful at a time, and the drinker never finishes all of it, you are supposed to throw out the last tiny sip.  Here’s a picture of our Spanish friend Santi (short for Santiago, which means “Saint James”) showing off his skills:

The next morning we went to the beach front and took in the beautiful location of the city on the water.  Enjoy these views for yourself:

Really beautiful!  When it came time for lunch, I went off with the Erasmus guides, my Spanish friends Santi, Héctor, and Jorge - not to my surprise, we ate at cidrerías where I got to experience these cool sights:

This is a gutter that goes around the bar for that last sip of cider that you’re supposed to pour out:

Then, at another restaurant, we got served our food and wine like this!:

Have YOU ever eaten out of a shell?  I think it was great!

Well eventually it was time to head to Oviedo.  The city was nice; it seemed like it would be a good place to study abroad or visit for a weekend.  It was full of statues, I think I took a picture with each one as we walked around and got a tour.  Here are some pictures of the city:

Can this really be efficient?  Do you think it’s to add a tourism effect?  That’s an old fashioned broom for sure.

 

Me taking a break on one of the plentiful statues, so handy!:

 

Downtown:

The Cathedral which I thought was impressive:

Lastly, a store window, or escaparate, FULL of chorizo!  Yum:

All in all it was a pleasant weekend and I enjoyed checking another Autonomous Community off my list!

I can’t believe my time in Spain is coming to an end.  I expect to update tomorrow with some last thoughts, and then perhaps sometime next week or even during the summer as I reflect on the year.  However, this was a blog for Spain so I am going to discontinue writing in it once I’m all settled back in the USA!  Sorry :/  You have been a great reader; feel free to check back and reread your favorite entries because I won’t delete El blog!

I’m going out for tapas for the last time tonight.  The Cathedral and tapas are two of the things I will miss most starting Thursday!  Can’t believe it!

Life is lived forwards, but understood backwards.
-Søren Kierkgaard
(1813-1855) 

La romería (part two)

And we’re back.

We got back to the church around 5 o’clock as the weather seemed to be taking a turn for the worst.  Luckily, aside from cuatro gotas (a few drops), it didn’t rain, but the wind had picked up - never a good thing when you’re one of the men passing around and carrying a 30-foot, approximately 100-pound flag and pole.  

The romería began right outside of the gates of the church heading down the big hill.  I have never seen anything like that.  All I could think of was the enormous American flag on Route 22 (is it still there?) outside of one of the numerous car dealerships.  There was a group of men surrounding each flag (I think there were 3 or 4 to begin with), several of them had harnesses strapped around their bodies to help support the weight of the flag. Every few minutes, they would pass the flag to another bearer in a frantic moment of unhinging their harness from the flag and passing it along - then the whole group helps stabilize the flag until the new bearer has, well, gotten his bearings.  Because of the wind, I was positive that at least one of the flags would come crashing down into the power lines - and they almost did!  Luckily, there were no disasters in spite of the wind.

Here’s me with one of the flags in the background:

Besides the flags, the procession consisted of mainly old people - Dani told us it’s a shame that less and less people come to the procession each year.  He said he remembers in the past when there were at least 10 flags instead of 3.  I was still impressed!  There were two icons of The Virgin on mini floats, and a bunch of elderly people playing the castanets and a bagpipe-like instrument that is very typical of this area of Spain… it was incredible.  

At one point, a woman asked Jordan if he would like to play the castanets, haha, so obviously he did!  It was funny to see him marching alongside the group of old people with instruments, but he was a natural and played very well.

I think one of the best things about walking 2.5 miles between pueblos along roads through fields were the breathtaking views of my region of Spain.  I kept taking pictures of the fields which were so vibrantly green and full, a contrast to what they would look like later this month and for the rest of the summer when everything turns brown and dries up.  

In fact, I was told that the point of the procession is to ask God for rain during the hot summer months.  One señora told me that this romería between these two pueblos had been going on for hundreds and hundreds of years.  Enjoy these photos of my unforgettable day:

Live action!

The man off to the right is the anchor who pulls to support whenever the flag bearer begins to lean too far one way or if the flag gets unstable.

A view of the church we left from about halfway along the romería:
 

Towards the end of the romería, when the steeple of the church we were headed to in Dani’s pueblo was visible on the horizon, something very special happened.  One Spanish man had been talking to us for a while, and then he asked me if I would like to carry the flag.  Obviously I was nervous - I pictured myself dropping the flag into the fields, or worse, onto some old ladies in the procession.  With support from my friends though, I realized that I would never have this opportunity, or honor, ever again.  Game on.

First the man strapped me into one of the harnesses, and then he brought me up to the front of the crowd.  It was nerve-wracking because I knew that carrying the flag was an honor, and the group of men that had been doing it were all at least 40, and at least 50 pounds heavier than me.  I was really afraid that something would go wrong.

With help from that group of men, I hooked the flag onto my harness and we stabilized the very tall pole.  As soon as I had it steady, they backed off, and for a little less than a minute I carried the flag by myself while my friends, and even many of the Spaniards, went wild and cheered me on.

It was really incredible to have that opportunity.  Let me tell you, carrying that giant flag is so, so much easier than it looks, and thanks to the harness it doesn’t feel heavy at all.  The trick is to stand up straight, watch the top of the flag, and make sure to steadily follow the movement of the flag to maintain balance.  

Finally we arrived at the church in Dani’s town, but the fun wasn’t over yet.  The same man who asked me to carry the flag invited us up into the steeple of the church to ring the bells, which are still rung by hand!  I could only do this for about 40 seconds or so, because it was really tiring!  Apparently I did it wrong though, haha, because while I used all of my arm strength to make sure I rang loudly enough, the man who really knows how to do it only uses his wrists and doesn’t get tired out at all!  Who knew?

Here is a view of the church we started from as seen from the bell tower of the church we ended in, I took it while very zoomed in on my camera:

At last, the day was over.  I was a bit sunburnt, but it was worth it.  And just as I thought we had seen everything “typical espanish” for the day, we had one last treat on our ride home when our road was blocked by traffic you certainly don’t see every day where I come from:

Sheep, sheep, and more sheep!  The flock came complete with one shepherd and several sheep dogs!  Very authentic.  

All in all, it was an incredible day I’ll never forget, and it was certainly the most Spanish day I’ve ever had.

Time to study!  HAPPY MEMORIAL DAY!  I can’t believe I’m missing it…

It’s never too late to be who you might have been.
-George Eliot, pen name of author Mary Anne Evans
(1819-1880) 

La romería (part 1)

I was lucky enough a few weeks back to have my Spanish friend Dani invite me along with some of our friends to spend a day with him near his pueblo (town) about 50 minutes outside of León.  He told us something special was going on, I think it was for a certain feast day though I’m not sure which.  

Our adventure began when Dani (Spanish), Héctor (Spanish), Danney (Dutch), Jordan (American), and I (American) - yes I’m aware three of us have the name Daniel - set out to see a really picturesque stone church set atop a hill near Dani’s pueblo where we would be returning later in the day for the festivities.  Basically las vistas del paisaje (the views of the countryside) were incredible, and there were tons of people parked on the hill and enjoying the nice day.  See for yourself:

While we were at the church, I realized what was going on that day.  Recognizing several very large flags and flagpoles from something I studied in Anthropology last semester (gasp - I did learn something?), I knew that it was a romería, or religious procession.  Basically, we found out that later on that afternoon, people would carry these giant flags (between 30-35 foot-tall flagpoles) 4 kilometers (almost 2.5 miles) to another church in my friend’s pueblo.  Needless to say, I was so excited.

But before we get to all that, let’s talk about the rest of the morning.  Dani took us to see the city Astorga which I’ve been to before.  Astorga is a nice little city about 1 hour southwest from León, but it was only 10 or 15 minutes from the church we had just been to.  Along the way, however, something else awesome happened.

All around Spain, on the side of highways, are these giant black billboard-ish bulls. They used to be an advertisement for a brand of whiskey since the 50’s, but since Spain prohibited advertisements on the sides of highways, they were painted black as the toro bravo, or brave, macho bull became the image of Spain during the 20th century.  In many places, the bulls are constant victims of vandalism or funny paint-jobs.  Luckily, the bull we stumbled upon was in mint condition.

So naturally, we parked the car, trekked through all this overgrown grassland, and climbed up!  Really making the most of my time over here in Spain.

 

Next stop: Astorga.  It is a nice little city though I prefer León.  The Cathedral is very Spanish looking, and while the facade is impressive I don’t think it even compares to León’s.  And, like my fair city, Astorga boasts the other 1 of 2 total works of the famous architect Gaudí outside of Catalonia (where Barcelona is located).  See for yourself!  The first one is the Cathedral.  The grey castle-like building is Gaudí’s episcopal palace.

The Gaudí work is so cool - he was a very modern and even abstract architect, his work almost looks fake.  Here’s a quick photo of his “Casa Botines” in León:

It is now a bank.

After Astorga and lunch at Dani’s house, we headed back to the church for the romería, which I will update about in my NEXT entry, because I need to shower and get ready for mass now!

Keep reading!

Begin doing what you want now.  We are not living in eternity.  We have only this moment, sparkling like a star in our hand and melting like a snowflake.
-Sir Francis Bacon
(1561-1626) 

Studying

Hey!  No big update yet on themes such as the AMAZING and EXTREMELY SPANISH Saturday I had a few weeks ago or the principality of Asturias (north coast of Spain) - I just wanted to touch base to let you know that I am in the midst of studying.

Today I had my grammar final exam, which wasn’t too bad.  Tomorrow I have my environmental science final, which the professor has told us NOT to worry about, and that it will probably be open-notebook.  Regardless, Andy, Aniella, and I have been studying a lot, so we’ll see how that goes.  

Tuesday is my second partial exam for religion, which will determine whether or not I need to take the final.  Classes end next Friday, and I am waiting for my history professor to decide on a date for me to take his final.  Then I’m all done, more or less! Today I hit the TWO WEEK MARK - can you believe it?  I can’t.  This year certainly flew by, as per usual.  Some things seem so fast while other parts of the year seemed to drag on.  

I’ve almost felt guilty lately, because I am so, so excited to get home that, really, I’m not that upset about leaving León, or Spain, or Europe.  Obviously I will miss the language, and the culture, and the night life, and the incredible people I’ve met.  I will miss being able to say that I am living in Europe.  I will miss some of the delicious food and wine that I know I won’t find anywhere else.  I will miss the relaxed life style, too.  I will especially miss my host family and the cathedral.  But honestly, I’m SO excited to get home - to eat all the foods I haven’t eaten in almost a year (it’s a little sad how I have a list going of foods I need to eat…), see my family, my friends, DRIVE, move into my new apartment in Worcester, start my internship, and FOR IT TO BE SUMMER!!! Yeah… I’m pretty antsy to get up and go, but in the mean time I hope to take advantage of my final two weeks.  Updates to come this weekend!

Cupitor impossibilium.  (I desire the impossible).-Nero
(37-68) 

On the loft inside the Cathedral

Above the altar:

The south wall: 

And lastly, I don’t know what the weather is like where you are - but it is HOT here. PS can we talk about how depressed I am to be missing Memorial Day…?

Scandinavia!

Thanks to the fact that Hannah (from Cranford, see previous entry) studied in Copenhagen this semester, I was able to make a wonderful trip up to lovely, expensive Scandinavia.  Lindsay (from Cranford, see previous entry), who is in London this semester, also came.  

Copenhagen is such a beautiful city.  It was just like I pictured: tons of brick buildings with green roofs (patination of the copper I think).  All the buildings were colorful and squeezed together, there were about a million bicycles!  Here is a not-so-great picture of a building in government plaza - or something like that: 

They LOVE Hans Christian Andersen (“The Little Mermaid”, “The Ugly Duckling”, “The Emperor’s New Clothes”, and “The Princess and the Pea”, to name a few), here’s me sitting on his lap, haha!

After eating some DELICIOUS hotdogs that were overloaded with ingredients (apparently Copenhagen is famous for them!), we headed to Tivoli - the amusement park that is right in the center of the city!  We spent the whole afternoon there on all the rides, most of which gave you beautiful views of the city AND of Sweden, which is right across the Øresund (a strait of water) from Copenhagen!  Our recurring joke was “I can see Sveden from here!” haha.  We ate dinner on a pirate ship in the park, and because we were outdoors there are blankets at each table that you wrap around you. Apparently this is extremely typical, and I saw it at practically every outdoor eating location; cool stuff!  At night time, there was a concert in Tivoli, and we saw a very famous Scandinavian performer called Fallulah, who Hannah described as “Indie, with a hint of Baltic” - whatever that means!  She was good, and her music was very funky.

Here’s a shot of one of the buildings in government plaza from the middle of Tivoli:

Traveling with Hannah was really great because she is so intelligent and knew about a million fun facts about Copenhagen and Denmark in general.  Needless to say, I learned tons!  One fact: it is completely and totally legal to drink alcohol anywhere in Copenhagen (maybe Denmark). Clearly we didn’t, but Fallulah was drinking whiskey straight from the bottle during her performance!  Also, it’s literally impossible to be homeless in Denmark because the government will find you, put you in housing, and then find you a job!  I think both Sweden and Denmark are extremely regimented as far as socialism goes, which gives them such a high living standard and makes them so expensive!

Perhaps the most interesting fun fact I have to offer is that, in Danish, the country is called Danmark.  Yes, DANmark.  AKA all the taxis and a million other things said Dan on them, so I felt right at home!  On a whole, Danes are a very good-looking people, and literally tons and tons of them looked like my Pop Pop!  Seriously, the face and the light blue eyes that pop - it was really cool!

On Saturday morning, we ventured off to SWEDEN on bus, crossing this famous bridge: 

wind turbines in the water:

As soon as we crossed the border I saw an IKEA - typical.

Anywho, we ended up in the quaint city of Malmö where we spent the afternoon.  It was a very pleasant place with nice buildings and parks; I remember the air smelling very fresh.  Enjoy these photos!

This great and picturesque plaza filled with restaurants where we ate lunch (with blankets!)

Then we found a really nice park with some gardens and a windmill!

Lindsay and Hannah in front of the windmill:

And finally, the big spirally tower we didn’t get to that is supposed to have great views:

Back to Danmark!!  That afternoon, Hannah took us to the “most photographed street in Denmark” and hopefully you can see why.  I took about a million pictures myself; it was like being on a street from a story.  We sat down on the side of the canal and enjoyed the atmosphere.

After hanging out, we worked our way up towards what is perhaps Copenhagen’s most famous site, but along the way we saw the new opera house which cost about a billion dollars or something - Hannah knows the exact amount - which is on the water across from the Royal Palace, which we also saw, as well as an all marble church, and the place where the Queen specially boards her boat.  At last, we finally arrived - it was like a dream come true, although perhaps on a smaller scale than, say, Big Ben.  Ladies and gentlemen, I give you The Little Mermaid:

The sculpture is really beautiful; The Little Mermaid has this wistful, longing gaze in her eyes and face.  As you may or may not know, the original tale is not all singing and swimming as Disney depicted, but instead the fairy tale is a tragedy.  The Little Mermaid sacrifices her tongue for a pair of legs after falling in love with a human prince, for if he loves her back when they die they will still be together for all eternity in Heaven.  Despite the excruciating pain that her enchanted legs cause her, The Little Mermaid tries her hardest to win the prince over.  However, he falls in love with another princess and announces that they are to be married.  The Little Mermaid is presented with a bewitched knife, and if she kills the prince she can become a mermaid once again.  Unable to kill the newlywed prince, The Little Mermaid throws herself into the sea and dies, turning into sea-foam.  However, because she tried so hard to win a soul and therefore a place in Heaven, she is turned into a spirit and is told that if she does good deeds, she will eventually be granted an eternity in God’s Heaven.  This trip has inspired me to read more H.C. Andersen!!

On our way back to Hannah’s home-stay (she was also with a family in such a nice little house about 45 minutes outside of the city), we walked down the longest pedestrian-only street in the world.  Copenhagen has it all!  We were in charge of dinner, and because all the supermarkets had closed we had to shop at 7/11, but I give us so much credit when I say we made the most delicious spaghetti and meatball dinner ever!  (I guess it tastes better after 8 months of not eating it…)

The next morning we were taken to a small village near Hannah’s house that is filled with traditional, thatched-roof houses:

Once we were back in the city, we decided to climb a large, spiral, golden tower of a church.  After such a long time of climbing up the tiniest and narrowest wooden steps and even ladders, and after dodging the giant bells that had warnings in case you wear nearby when they went off, AND having done this with large backpacks, we made it to the top and enjoyed the incredible views of Copenhagen (and Sveden!!)

The open air spiral staircase up top:

You can see the bridge going to Sweden:

The big building in between the two canals that come towards the camera is the new opera

Lastly, we entered perhaps one of the strangest places I’ve ever been.  Located within the city, there is a place called Christiania, which is a sort of artists colony commune that considers itself to be completely separate from Denmark and the European Union. Years and years ago, it began when the people started living in the old barracks located in the area.  To this day, artists and ‘hippies’, more or less, inhabit the area, including entire families with children, even though most of the buildings lack plumbing.  Needless to say, it was different, but they had a few restaurant shacks in the middle that served us a delicious lunch.  Here’s the sign on the way in; photography is illegal inside in most places.  The sign says “Christiania: Welcome Home”

And that concludes my amazing trip to Denmark and Sweden!!  I was so lucky to have the experience; I never would have made it there if it hadn’t been for Hannah.  Sorry that this is certainly the longest entry ever!

Life is the most wonderful fairy tale.
-H.C. Andersen
(1805-1875)

Semana Santa

Semana Santa (Holy Week) is one of the most famous times of the year throughout Spain. I’ve studied it for years, so I knew it was one thing I had to see while in León.

In fact, León is especially famous and recognized internationally for its Semana Santa traditions.  Starting on the Thursday before Holy Week, the processions began.  Each day from then until Easter, there was at least one (if not a handfull) of beautiful processions carried out by each parish.  The floats were massive and incredible, all being carried on the shoulders of members of the parish who were dressed, of course, in the “KKK-looking” robes and conical hats.  But while the origin of the KKK hats is unknown, the hats worn during Semana Santa trace back centuries and centuries, long before America and its white supremacists, to a religious hat the Pope used to wear.  There are also hoods instead of hats, which I personally found to be more frightening.

Terrifying when they look at the camera:

Here’s a beautiful float with the Virgin on it:

In León, Semana Santa is famous because of how solemn it is.  In the South, for example, there is a lot more singing, and because the floats and icons there are so old and so famous (some are actual masterpieces of art), it’s even less religious and more cultural.  

Another impressive point was all the music (brass bands) in the processions in León. Dozens and dozens of trumpets and drums marched behind each float, playing ear piercing and really powerful music.  It was incredible.

On Tuesday of Holy Week, the city of León sets an actual prisoner free every year.  I’m assuming that he or she is a small time thief and not a murderer, haha, but they really release someone from prison.  Also, I think this person goes through a whole process of redemption and preparation for entering back into society.  There was an enormous procession and crowd in the Cathedral Plaza, even in the rain.

This isn’t the best picture, but I wanted to point out that if you look closely, you’ll see some of the bearers of the floats are barefoot.  This is a very traditional sign of penance for people who are also carrying or marching in the procession:

As I mentioned about a month ago in a post, on Holy Thursday there is a very famous pagan festival that celebrates the death of a “Saint” and I guess “martyr” who was a drunkard in León from the beginning of the 20th century.  Here is a picture I got of the float they have of him during that mock-procession:

On Good Friday, I saw this beautiful float with Jesus laid in a sort of tomb:

And that was Semana Santa in León!  It was really beautiful, and I’m so glad to have stayed and seen it.  Also, Hannah Brechka and Lindsay VanderHoff - two lifelong friends from Cranford - visited during Holy Week and so I was able to share my city and culture with them!  Here’s a blurry picture of us at a surprise birthday party we threw for our British friend Amanda at a retro tex-mex restaurant in town!

And that was Holy Week!  I hope to update on everything else tonight or tomorrow or Sunday!!

How can we profess faith in God’s word and then refuse to let it inspire and direct our thinking, our activity, our decisions, and our responsibilities toward one another?
-Pope John Paul II
(1920-2005)