Mindblowing

We just got home from the Cirque du Soleil de España and it was unbelievable! To say I was impressed and blown away would be a grandísimo understatement. The sheer athleticism, focus, and bodily control was unreal. It was visually stunning (the lighting was so sick), artistic, and engaging. I loved it from the first moment to the last. I can't even describe how awesome it was, actually. What an experience. I want to go again and again.

Circus people (aka Carney's) are freaks, in the coolest way possible. I take pride in most likely being a descendant of Irish carnival workers. That would be such a unique life experience, to work on a traveling carnival.

A lot of things are happening this week. Pray for me if you pray, hope things go well for me if that's your thing, and if you don't do any of that or you just don't care then that's fine too. I'll keep you posted.

Valley from the mountain side.

Dealing

I think I am starting to grasp speaking the language more and more. The other day someone told me I spoke Spanish well, and although I completely disagree it was nice to hear that I'm on the right track. I have a new Spanish friend named Yolanda and every morning we are getting together and working on our English and Spanish. She has to pass an intense English exam to graduate from the university and she speaks even less English than I do Spanish. It will certainly help speed up both of our understandings of either language.

People here ask me if I miss my friends, my boyfriend and all the comforts of home often. To be honest I do miss everyone, and sometimes I really miss the sense of security and familiarity I have at home. But there is uncertainty and a healthy amount of anxiety attached to every new learning experience I think. It is what it is, and you either deal with it or you don't. Not dealing with it has never really been an option I'd consider.

Tomorrow we are going to the what is the equivalent of Cirque du Soleil in España. On a completely different note, I don't like that when I have to write "ñ" on my computer I have to click "option- n, n" It's complicated. The Macs here have the an extra key.

Anyway, I hope everyone is well back in the states. I really do miss you all :)

Some more of the country side.

Forget Sunday Afternoons

I really enjoy going to the market here. The people are friendly and struggle through my awkward Spanish with me.

This is brilliant so I'm re-posting it here. He wrote it on my birthday last year.

The 3 symptoms of killing our dreams

by PAULO COELHO on FEBRUARY 20, 2011

The first symptom of the process of our killing our dreams is the lack of time. The busiest people I have known in my life always have time enough to do everything. Those who do nothing are always tired and pay no attention to the little amount of work they are required to do. They complain constantly that the day is too short. The truth is, they are afraid to fight the Good Fight.

The second symptom of the death of our dreams lies in our certainties. Because we don’t want to see life as a grand adventure, we begin to think of ourselves as wise and fair and correct in asking so little of life. We look beyond the walls of our day-to-day existence, and we hear the sound of lances breaking, we smell the dust and the sweat, and we see the great defeats and the fire in the eyes of the warriors. But we never see the delight, the immense delight in the hearts of those who are engaged in the battle. For them, neither victory nor defeat is important; what’s important is only that they are fighting the Good Fight.

And, finally, the third symptom of the passing of our dreams is peace. Life becomes a Sunday afternoon; we ask for nothing grand, and we cease to demand anything more than we are willing to give. In that state, we think of ourselves as being mature; we put aside the fantasies of our youth, and we seek personal and professional achievement. We are surprised when people our age say that they still want this or that out of life. But really, deep in our hearts, we know that what has happened is that we have renounced the battle for our dreams – we have refused to fight the Good Fight.

When we renounce our dreams and find peace, we go through a short period of tranquility. But the dead dreams begin to rot within us and to infect our entire being.
We become cruel to those around us, and then we begin to direct this cruelty against ourselves. That’s when illnesses and psychoses arise. What we sought to avoid in combat – disappointment and defeat – come upon us because of our cowardice.

And one day, the dead, spoiled dreams make it difficult to breathe, and we actually seek death. It’s death that frees us from our certainties, from our work, and from that terrible peace of our Sunday afternoons.

Juan and Pepe helping me out with some Denton (from the Mediterranean) at the market this afternoon.

Lemonade

The aroma of the citrus fruits here is unreal. I wish I could bottle it and send it home because it would totally blow your mind. I was picking oranges and lemons one afternoon and I noticed several hours later my hands still smelled like lemons, even after washing them.

This morning I made fresh squeezed lemonade. Tell me what is better than fresh squeezed lemonade? Yea, that's right...you can't think of very many things.  Life is good. Eli Young Band is really good. 

"So here I go, packing light to head down that road. And I know this life I'll lead will beat on my soul, but I'll still have my pride. And nothing but that bottom line."

It's truly the simple things in life that make me happy. Like fresh squeezed lemonade, and moving to Spain with only one suitcase.

There are so many things to look forward to. I hope you can say the same :)

Mmm....Limons!

Road trip

How did I get so lucky?! My time in Espana has been nothing short of totally kick ass, and I've only been here two weeks. If the next few months are anything like the last couple weeks I will see endless amounts of incredible things.

This weekend we went on a mini road trip in the Valle de Ricote. Totally mind blowing is all I have to say. I want to go back on my own or with a friend when I can speak fluently so I can explore each little town we went through. The streets get so narrow you think your car might not fit and there is no way two cars could fit! Some of the back road "highways" are incredibly frightening to drive on with sheer cliffs on sides and narrow, bumpy roads. In other words, awesome to the max. What beautiful countryside and interesting people. I wanted to talk to everyone! I think small towns are the best way to experience any culture, whether in the United States or abroad. I love the city's too, but come on there is nothing like a Spanish mountain top town. Of course, everyone stares at me like I'm from another planet. Red hair will do that in places like Spain. I'm used to it now. Anyway, if I could go back and somehow photograph the people...that would be EPIC.

I also got to ride a horse, chill with a shetland pony, and hang out with some awesome Spanish people. Life is good.

One of the many awesome views from the weekend in the Valle de Ricote.

Training with a former Olympian?!

What?! YEA! Javier Sánchez is a Spanish sprinter who went to the Olympics in Atlanta in 1996. I was able to train with him yesterday along with a group of other professional Spanish track athletes and a girl training for the Police Academy here in Spain. It was SO MUCH FUN. Javy (I don't know if that's how you spell his nickname, but that's how I'm going to spell it) was awesome. His English is very good and I was able to understand everything he told me. He still has such a love for the sport. It's incredible.

The other athletes were awesome as well. Clara, the girl training for the Police Academy, spoke very good English, even though she didn't think she did. But she was so nice and helped me get home on the Tranvia. She is my first Spanish friend! Aside from the family I live with of course.

Murcia is a very cool place. When I'm walking around the city, I very much feel like I am in one of the boroughs (think Brooklyn or Queens) of New York. There are people everywhere, buses, the Tranvia, shops, bars, and eateries etc...  Wednesday night I was walking home from a bar in the City Centre at 12:30 and there were still people everywhere. Even when I cut off a main road into my neighborhood area I still felt safe and there were still people walking around.

Anyway, I was able to hang out with Liz (an American friend here) on Wednesday and she is an awesome person. She has been in Spain for a total of about a year and a half now and she loves it. We watched the Real Madrid vs. Barce game at a bar with a group of other Americans, although I wasn't able to meet very many of them because the place was so packed it was hard to move around. Barce won 2-1.

I am learning and understanding Spanish more and more everyday. It's good that I can see a steady progression of my knowledge of the language, but I still really can't wait to start the class!

Monastery on the mountainside.

Fútbol

I'm so tired I can barely think, but I have Real madrid vs Barcelona futbol to look forward to tomorrow. No, I'm not going to the game but I am watching from the pub with new friends. Should be interesting. Training with a Spanish former Olympian sprinter on Thursday. Should also be interesting. Hasta mañana.

City Center