Showing posts with label Valladolid. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Valladolid. Show all posts

Saturday, December 1, 2012

Just Visiting: Valladolid

It seems strange to be writing a blog about Valladolid just a few days after I ranted and raved in my last blog about how happy I am in Navalmoral. But, here goes. 

When the end of the school year came round last June in Valladolid, I was actually sad to be leaving. But, my job was the best part of my Pucelana life, and that, my friends, was super sad. Like Jefferson City, Valladolid is a town I love to visit. I love [some of] the people there and I feel at home when I am there, surrounded by loving friends and students whom I miss every day. 

One of the great things about Navalmoral is its distance to Madrid. With buses and trains every few hours, it's actually pretty easy to get to and from other places in Spain rather quickly. I was able to arrive in Valladolid just before school finished last Friday, so I was able to visit a few classes. Some students knew I was coming, others had no idea. >> it was awesome << I was so happy to be back in the classroom with most of my favourite students from last school year. The good thing about Spanish students being able to repeat year after year is that my favourite students, who should have graduated, were... STILL THERE!

After saying hello x100 and receiving 100 kisses, I went for lunch with 9 of my co-workers from last year. Concha had arranged it and I was so happy of the turnout!  Three of the teachers were from the English department and the others were my "students" who I gave lessons to last year. We had such a nice afternoon catching up! Strangely enough, it felt as though I was still there. Like, I had never left. I like that. I love when you can pick up where you left off, and it doesn't seem like any time has been lost. 

After a short siesta of, literally, 16 minutes, I was getting ready for the next event: hanging with Javi and amigos. I was grateful that I met Javi and his friends last year... as they were some of my only Valladolid-ian friends I made. Again, it seemed like no time had past with them, and for this I am super grateful. We went for drinks. Big glasses and small glasses, I just know we drank a lot of beer. Later, I went for tapas with Antonio, a co-worker from last year, and finally called it a night around 1am, when I physically couldn't eat, drink, or keep my eyes open from so much traveling (and lack of sleep from the night before.) 
Plaza Mayor goes PINK!!!!
Saturday morning started bright and early at 9am. Maribal, another fellow co-worker from last year, and her husband, Luis, picked me up at Concha's house. They took me to Burgos for the day! Surprisingly, it wasn't too cold and it didn't rain on us much, so we had a really fantastic day. I think the company was the best part, as I could hang anywhere with Maribal and Luis and have a nice time. 

We started our tour of Burgos in the Cartuja de Miraflores, a type of monastary where the monks never leave the building. They dedicate their time to prayer and to make rosaries of roses. 30,000 rose petals in each rosary to be exact. It was really peaceful there... but there was no bathroom. Not even a hole like the monastery in Rome. So, Maribal and I went "for a walk in the woods" to find that we weren't the first to make our own bathroom...
Miraflores.
What a beautiful fall day in the woods!
Next stop was to visit Burgos ciudad. I visited Burgos four years ago on a day trip... but this time around, it was different. After living in Spain for several years, I think I have found a respect for Spanish architecture, way of life, cultural understanding... it was just different this time around. A good different. 
How pretty! Crossing the bridge into the city!
In front of the Cathedral with Maribal.
Typical. With Maribal and Luis~
Super proper, with the abuelos.
Burgos' Plaza Mayor is super colorful.
After being tourists, we had lunch. I joked that we had probably been eating for four hours, but when we ended, it was four courses in three hours. It was such a nice meal in a typical restaurant where the waiters served us in traditional dress, kinda like a blast from the past.


Morcilla de Burgos - blood sausage with rice. YUM!
Lechazo - Baby lamb.
Queso de Burgos with nuts and a lengua de gato cookie. :)
After lunch, we had tickets to visit the Cathedral of Burgos. When looking at the Cathedral, you think "wow! that is big!" When touring, you think "WOW!!!! This is so huge... I can't believe there is more." And there always was. It was really beautiful! 
Some of the paintings in one of the chapel ceilings.
Huge ceilings.
Disclaimer: this might be sacrilegious: but is he dancing to Gangnam Style?
We also visited another church, where the altar was made of rock. It was incredible!
Can you believe this is rock???
I found the beam in the middle really beautiful/different!
After touring Burgos, I was extremely tired and went to bed immediately after arriving home. Sunday was spent doing many [great] things. I went to watch a former private lesson student play basketball... not sure if I was good luck, as they lost by 1point with 2 seconds to go in the game. But, it was really cool to watch Juan play! At the end of last year, I asked him what he had learned throughout the year with me and he said "to use all 5 of my fouls." Well, he took my [ok, my dad's] advice to heart, and he fouled out. It was all for a good cause. 
Go Juan! Go #16!
I had lunch with Antonio and his family on Sunday afternoon, which was, absolutely wonderful. I was so happy he invited me to spend the day with him and his parents. After watching some of he Formula One race, I went to meet up with my roommate from last year and Kim, a girl I studied with in Salamanca in 2009. We shared stories from the school year about our students and had a nice catchup. I met with another girl, Natalie, who was an auxiliar in Valladolid last year too, for about ten minutes, before going to the movies to see Amanecer: Parte Dos. I had to take advantage of "the city" and go to the cinema. I had dinner with Antonio and Concha and her husband, Javier, that night at Concha and Javier's house. It was very relaxing and a great way to end the day!
Retracing my steps, through the scary tunnel, like every day last year.
Finally, civilization! ;)
After visiting with my students on Monday morning, I had to get back on the train and come home. I'm still waiting for photos to be uploaded to Tuenti... I was popular and several students wanted photos taken! There were also some new faces in the classes, and I'm sure they thought "who is this girl? and why does everybody love her?" I just explained that I was "Whitney" and not "Winnie" - successful day.

While writing this blog, I realize I didn't take many photos of my time in Valladolid. But, spending time with friends was what was important and I did plenty of that. I am so happy that I met all these wonderful people who treat me like family. 

They say the farther north you go in Spain, the colder the people are. They also say that it takes longer to make friends, but once you have a break through, you have a friend for life. And this I believe to be true.

Thursday, August 2, 2012

Hasta Luego!

In Spain, it's never goodbye; it's just see you later.  "See you Later" can be taken literally as "see you later in the day" but, most likely it means, "see you in a few days" or " see you in a few weeks".  When you see someone on the street in passing and you have no intention to start a conversation, you say hasta luego. When you leave the house for an hour or three days, you say hasta luego. When you leave a store or a restaurant, you say hasta luego to those near you.  I guess it's just what you want it to be.

Well, the time has come in the school year to say "hasta luego" to all those who I have come to respect and love in Valladolid. It's bittersweet really... bitter because it's over, sweet because it happened ... bitter because I have to leave, sweet because it's summertime and that means I get to spend an extra long visit with my family.

I was skeptical about coming to a new school. What if it didn't feel right? What if I didn't like the teachers? What if I didn't get a day off? (and other super serious issues like lesson planning, etc.) Just, what if...???

Well, I'm happy to say, I couldn't have been blessed with a kinder school.  From day one, the teachers and students made me feel welcome; I felt like a new member of the family. Everyone was interested in meeting me and comparing me to the former language assistant (they say they like me better!) I got asked the usual "first time meeting questions" ...time and time again.

1. What's your name?
     - I would say "Whitney" and they would say "Winnie the Pooh?" And laugh. Of course. I kindly
       told them, "No, like Whitney Houston." Then they understood, finallly!

2. Do you have any pets?
     - Me: "....blah blah...and I have two donkeys."
     - Every student: "Donkey? What is a donkey?"

3. What's your favorite alcoholic drink?
     - Seriously, this is one of their favorite ones... to which I respond "fanta limon/vodka negro" -
       then, I turn it into a cultural lesson: "In America, we don't have Fanta lemon nor black vodka,
       so when I'm in Spain, I like to drink them together." 

     - Their response: "No lemon?????" (like it's the end of the world.)
4. Do you like sports? Actually, it's more like "Which side are you on, Madrid or Barcelona?"
     - I tell them I played basketball and that I'm not a fan of football/soccer and again, they look at
       me like "are you an alien? you DON'T like football?" (again, the end of the world!)

5. What is your surname/last name? Do you have Tuenti (Spanish facebook)?
     - After telling them it was Griffin, I had to pause to let them discuss (in Spanish) that I have the
       same last name as the family from Family Guy. Then, I would get the next question....

6. Is your father's name Peter? 
     - To which I would respond, "No, and I don't have a brother named Stewie."
7. Do you have any brothers and sisters? 
     - To which I would say, "No..." and they would make clicky noises and make a hand gesture
        meaning "she has money" (As they do for every person who is an only child.)

6. What is your favorite sport? (clearly, it's not the same as number 4.)
7. Where do you live in Valladolid?
     - It was simple: "In the Plaza Circular with two roommates." Although most times they didn't
       understand my American accent on "Circular"...

8. How old are you?
     - Me: "I'm 24."
     - The boys: "I'm 18....(with a sense of 'date me, please!')" or "My brother is 24..."

9. Do you have a boyfriend? 
     - I said "Yes, one in every country." (I wish!)
10. Do you speak Spanish?
     - Simple answer: "No... I only speak a little "hola/adios/me llamo Whitney..." I couldn't have the
       students knowing I understood/spoke Spanish because I knew they wouldn't put any effort
       into speaking English in the classroom. I still remember one day when I said "hola" to a 7th
       grader and she about died. She ran to her friends and said "Whitney me ha dicho 'hola'..."
       ("Whitney just said "hola" to me!") I mean, it's not rocket science, even my mom knows how
       to say "hola". haha


I had quite the range of classes... from 7th graders to seniors. But they were all really good students, for the most part. I think the worst behaved class was actually one of my favorites, not because they were annoying, but because it was an annoying/funny/entertaining sort of thing. You know, the type of class that asked you "what does the word _______ (insert any bad word here) mean?" on the first day of school. I told them that I would teach them these words the last day of the year... well, today was the last day and what was the first thing they said to me when they came in the room? "Teacher, today we are going to talk about all the bad words, right?" And, keeping my promise, I did. Actually, I didn't teach them anything new, but we just reviewed their vocabulary, which was, not-surprisingly, pretty large. We also made a video where they told me their deepest, darkest secrets! My favorite lines are "Ivan loves you." "I adore you" and "Vamos a echarte mucho de menos." (We're going to miss you!)

During my last days of school, some students made me a cake... another class threw me a surprise party! And, the best part was that they were the high school seniors - it really made me feel special when the oldest students felt like they got close to me! We took an abundance of photos that I will take with me next year... and of course, upload to el Tuenti, Spanish Facebook.
The girls from 2A - I'll miss you all!
Surprise!!!!!! You all were so nice to throw me a party! :) Good luck at University!
Graduation
I experienced my first Spanish graduation (no cap toss here!) and reception. Boy, was it a night to remember. The reception was drinks and snacks in the school cafe/gardens. After, all the students went for dinner (at 9:30pm) with the teachers before going to an open bar for drinks (lots of drinks) and dancing into the late hours of the morning ...followed by breakfast. What a way to end an era. (Remember my students can legally drink at 18!)
Instead of tassels, they get stoles!
Enjoying the dinner with Dani, one of the seniors, who kept filling my wine glass to the top!
Doesn't sound much like a high school graduation does it? No. I didn't think so either. But, I was happy to join in the fun, until 4am when I called it a night. (I'm pretty sure they nicknamed me "abuela" but after going out until 7am the night before I couldn't handle it. Somehow I lasted until 8am the following day...but that's another story!) At dinner, I was given a "special seat" at a smaller, round table with four of the boys. I was informed that one of them only came to my English class "cada miercoles" ... because he thought it was fun, yet educational, and because he got to see me. I was taken back by it, as I never knew he only came to my classes! I was flattered a little, even. I love when the students enjoy my classes. It really makes my day when they are happy and class goes smoothly and without any guerras.

Later in the evening, I pulled the "teacher" card when all the boys were in front of the girls at the open bar. I told the bartender, "Excuse me... I'm the teacher and we are girls and girls should be served first." So, he did. It got shocked looks from the boys and cheers from the girls! After a while, the boys began to ask me to dance - as I was bombarded in twos - one boy would take my drink, the other would ask me to dance. Dancing was really fun actually; I even pulled an Ellen's Dance Dare on Antonio, one of the fellow teachers - which also got the students excited! I really had such a nice night, if only I could have lasted until breakfast. haha 
4am and still kicking it at Sotobanco!
El Parque de Attraciones de Madrid 
Thursday, April 21, we spent the day at a theme park in Madrid. Several students from 4th level (Sophomores) asked me to go with them for their end of the year trip... I didn't know that it was actually a total of 80 students from 7th graders to sophomores and was pleasantly surprised to spend the day with so many of them. We rode roller coasters and swings that overlooked Madrid and the park, I was coaxed onto the log ride (I hate water rides!), we went on another ride that drops like 10 stories in 3 seconds, and walked through a haunted house "La Casa de Terror" (which was actually really scary. I may or may not have held one of my student's hands the entire time and held onto the arm of another. I was literally screaming my head off around every corner and wouldn't have been surprised if Roberto's hand was broken and Fran's arm had bruises that looked like my hands!)
High above Madrid!
Sophomores/What a fun day we all had together! :)
Proof i was on the log ride. I barely got wet! YES!
That's me on the far right! Hands up, I had to look 'cool'!
To ride the last ride of the day, we had to wait in a line for 1.5 hours. Seriously, 1.5 hours!! I waited in so many lines throughout the day...that was the worst part about the Spanish theme park! But I didn't mind the wait though, as the students were quite entertaining. We shared stories about the school year, talked about the summer, they talked about their girlfriends/boyfriends/ex-relationships/cute boys in line/etc, we discussed their English marks - and how they wanted me to persuade the English teachers to change their marks, etc. (Sorry boys, I don't think I'll get the last one accomplished!)  
Two of my favorites, Ivan and Krasi, waiting in the longest line of the day!
You should have seen Ivan's ponytail I made him... super mono!
Final Private Lessons 
Saying goodbye to private lesson students is always a mixture of emotions. While I got closer to some and others were more of a "job", I will always hope they are doing well - studying hard - and having the time of their lives as they grow up! Some I have friended online, others aren't even in primary school. When you've spent a year playing with a 4 and 6 year old, you hope they've learned more than the word..... (big drum-roll here).... poop. But I can't say confidently that they could remember any other words on command. Well, at least it was fun!

In Mary and George's last class, we made jewelry from play-doh. Maria wanted to take photos and videos like models. So we did. The video started out with them talking about going to the bathroom in the toilet. "I'm Jorge and my sister Maria goes poop in the toilet... I'm Maria and I do too and he does too." When I asked them to "say something in English", I got the following responses... "No!" and "Poop!" - well, at least they understood me. Por lo menos! While I'll miss their cute personalities and high energy, I won't miss playing Twister every Monday and Wednesday. No more right-hand-red for a few months! 

"You're still here?"
After finishing up classes, and saying goodbyes, I wanted to spend as much time as possible in the school, around the people who made me feel so comfortable.  Basically, people kept saying “You’re still here?  You’re not in the USA?  When do you go?  Do I have to say my official goodbye, yet?”

One of the mornings back at the school, I was gifted the school magazine.  Last year, in the primary school, I got two pages full of info/photos/goodbyes/good luck wishes about me. This year, I got two and a half pages!  My “spread” consists of photos, an interview done by a class, and a writeup/memoria that I wrote titled: “How to be a language assistant and not to die in the attempt” (I didn’t name it, but it fits the cause).

The first paragraph is as follows: Whitney Griffin came from the United States in September to work in our center as a language assistant. He work and good character have helped not only better our linguistic competencies but also our knowledge of the culture and traditions of her home country. The students quickly grew close to her, for them she was "la Whitney", and all the teachers already consider her one of them. Here we offer you some of her reflections about her work in our country. CLICK HERE TO VIEW THE WHOLE ARTICLE (pgs 30-32) 

After reading the article, I realized that my English has gotten… worse.  To the following question: “Who is your favorite singer?”  I of course answered: “Justin Timberlake”. But, I followed it up with: “Justin Bieber… no!”  (I’m officially “old” because most of them don’t know who Jt is.  JT!!!!!)  In Spanish, they put “no” at the end of a sentence and either it negates the anterior phrase or it turns it into a question.  I probably should have said “Not Justin Bieber.”  So, just remember if I’m speaking to you and I put “no” at the end of a sentence, I’m asking you a question.

For example:  (I’ll probably be using this phrase often… I haven’t been to a movie in MONTHS.)
Incorrect: We’re going to the movies tonight, no?

Correct: Are we going to the movies tonight?

Another day in the school, when I was walking home, Antonio, a fellow teacher, stopped and offered to give me a ride home.  We had an African heat wave come through Valladolid/Spain for a few days, over 100 degrees every day… so I JUMPED when I heard the horn – jumped right into his car. I probably would have jumped into a stranger’s car, it was THAT hot.  In Missouri, it’s hot – normally 90/100 (37-40 for my Celsius amigos!) but I'm not walking around in the heat! Instead of taking me home, he invited me to come for lunch with his parents since they lived just near my place.  Of course, I don’t turn down a good, home cooked meal and good company, so I went and we had a really nice time!  Later, he took me around some pueblos in the Valladolid province. I hadn’t had the chance to visit many pueblos, so again, I was super excited for the adventure.  We made a nice circle and were able to visit Nava del Rey (The town where Antonio lived when he was younger.), Medina del Campo, Tordesillas, and finally *Simancas, where we had dinner… croquetas, ensalada mixta, revuelto, roasted baby lamb/lechazo! YUM!
Nava del Rey on the horizon.
Castillo de La Mota is a reconstructed medieval fortress from the 11th century in Medina del Campo.
The great view of Simancas overlooking the Pisuerga River.
*Interesting fact about Simancas.  Now, I’m no history buff, so I only remember the general idea of the story… basically, there was this king who wanted 100 pure girls to come live with him.  He requested a certain number from each town.  From Simancas (then, not named Simancas) he wanted seven.  However, their families/town didn’t want to send the girls away, so they cut off one of each of their hands.  <<“Si” = “siete” and “Mancas” = “one arm/hand”>>  In the end, the king decided he didn’t want girls who weren’t perfect, so he let them stay with their families.  So, that is how “Simancas” became “Simancas”.

Another day, I met with Maribal to go to her house for the afternoon.  I’ve been going every Tuesday for lunch for as long as I can remember. It’s Tuesday as I’m writing this… and it’s going to be strange come lunch time and I’m not headed to her house with her family.  Well, the last lunch was extra special. We went swimming (ok, I sunbathed) and then had lunch out on the back patio.  After, we took naps in the garden…  and later went to Palencia, another town near Valladolid.
Calle Mayor in Palencia.
Palencia had old charm, like this building, the Colegio de Villandrando. 
Palencia, a town of about 50,000 people, was actually quite surprising! It has preserved many older buildings and offices (pharmacies) and they are seen sporadically throughout the city.  I hadn’t ever really heard anything nice about Palencia, but I decided for myself that it’s a nice place.  I think it could bave been a nice experience to live there vs. Valladolid city because the people seemed friendly.  There was so much life in the streets and in the plazas; it had a small town feel to it, a safe non-city feel. I like that feeling!

I feel like I know Castilla Leon really well now, sad to say I waited to long to venture outside of Valladolid to get to know its pueblos, but I'm happy I finally did! 

End of the Year Dinners
So, goodbyes weren't getting any easier. I had a final dinner with Concha and Maribal at Maribal's house with both of their families and it was a fantastic way to say goodbye... I've gotten so close to both of them that it's strange to think that I won't be there next year with them! 
Wonderful food... but even better company!
The last day of the school year, June 29, the teachers and staff at the high school had a really nice farewell dinner where they honored two teachers who were retiring. Everyone said goodbye to me and other teachers whose jobs have been changed due to cutbacks in Spain, too. After our 2 hour lunch, a large group of us went to a nice terrace for drinks. Our best amigos, vodka, gin, and rum were all there. We fought for the salty-sweet gummy-bears in the cocktail nut mixture... and we had a good afternoon! I love co-workers who know how to turn an afternoon lunch into an early evening party! I finally went home around 1am, after I had tapas and drinks with David, one of my fellow English teachers and his girlfriend, Mila. What a nice day and night we all had together! I was so sad to say goodbye, so I turned it into a "see you later" because I KNOW I will be back. They aren't getting rid of me that easily! ;)
Hey, hey the gang's all here!
The retirees and their co-workers, giving a toast! Arriba, abajo, al centro....
My right and left sides, Jose Angel and Concha, my tutor!
I could not have asked for a better second year in Spain. I like to say that I've gotten really lucky these last few years. Maybe it's just me and what I make of it. Here's to round three! But first, I have to enjoy my summer at home!!!!! :)

Wednesday, May 30, 2012

Easter 2012: Traveling with Mom

I had been looking forward to Easter holidays for quite some time. 

While it looks like I’m always away (which I won’t disagree that I’m not!) I’m also working and bored most of the time I'm in Valladolid. Traveling is one of the only things keeping me sane. If I can’t be with my friends in Salamanca or Extremadura, I’d rather be practicing my Spanish in Valladolid – which isn’t always possible due to people taking advantage of my native English skills. So, I travel.

BUT, Semana Santa traveling is different. The Spanish schools get one week off for holiday; in Castilla Leon, we had holidays from April 5th to April 15th this year. Last year, my mom came over for a two week Spanish adventure. It was so much fun, we decided to repeat the experience again – except this time we went to England, Ireland, Scotland AND Spain.

Mom arrived to Madrid early on April 5th, even earlier than expected due to a tornado in Texas that rerouted her plane through Chicago. Wahoo! Two more hours with mom! So, to take advantage of these hours, I got on the 4am bus to the airport so I could be there when she arrived to Spain. She was quite surprised to see me, as she thought I would be arriving a few hours later, since I told her I couldn’t get there any sooner. Well, since she ruined the surprise when I went home for Christmas two years ago, I decided to surprise her! It worked out just great! We didn’t have any cell phone sim cards in upside down or any fiascos this year! (You’ll have to ask her about that.)
First photo of the trip! Mom is in Spain!
We checked in our suitcases to the airport so we could spend the afternoon in Madrid, before our evening flight to London. We went to see the Plaza Mayor, Royal Palace… we had some tasty snacks in the San Miguel Market and also some torrijas (the typical Easter treat) in Sol. It was a quick visit, but we were off for our real adventure – 10 days in the UK! (Technically Ireland isn’t part of the UK, but rather the EU. For the sake of this blog, are going to call it part of the UK because it’s easier to group all of the countries together. Vale.)
Aceituna skewers for dos.
Mom found a new amigo on the way to the Royal Palace.
Madrid, Spain
ENGLAND
While I’ve been to London, now 4 times, I can’t say that the city ever gets old. It’s so big with so many things to see and do, that I don’t think you could ever see it all without living there. My mom had never been, so I played tour guide.

We visited the most important things Buckingham Palace, Trafalgar Square, Big Ben, Westminster Abbey, and Harrod’s all in the first day. Luckily, the Changing of the Guard was happening on even dated days in April and we were able to see it up close and personal, as we arrived about an hour early to get a good viewing position outside Buckingham Palace. Since it was Easter weekend we even saw a special concert played by the guards in front of the Palace, a special concert for the thousands of people who came out to see the Changing of the Guards that day. 
Changing of the Guards, Buckingham Palace.
Outside the Royal Gates.
Red boxes in Trafalgar! Don't go inside, they smell.
Showing WestMO a little love.
Up close and personal. Nice to meet you, Ben. You're big!
Westminster Abbey, Parliament & Big Ben across the Thames River.
The London Eye. If you plan on visiting, go first thing in the morning because lines just get longer.

Street performers, artists and musicians take over the London Eye zone.
("Everything we know we learned from The Simpsons." - Alba, former student)
View from Tate Modern Museum: St. Paul's Cathedral across the Thames.
Borough Street Market where we had tasty Turkish delights.
You'd think it was the famous "London Bridge"... but Tower Bridge is actually the famous bridge!
Tower of London and Tower Bridge, a lovely place to visit in the afternoon (better in sunshine!)
Thankfully, we had the whole day without rain, one of the few times on our trip. We really enjoyed walking around to visit the famous sites of London – and by night, we visited Piccadilly Circus (London’s Time Square in a way, all decked out in lights!) for dinner. We found this fantastic little Italian restaurant on a side street – SO fantastic, that we went back the next night too! They had great pastas, pizzas, steak…and a tiramisu to die for! Our waitress was actually the owner, which made impersonal London a little more personal. (They remembered us the second night, too!) 
Piccadilly Circus by night.
There are so many lights, you don't realize it's night time when you're there!
Saturday, we spent the day outside of London, on a day trip to Windsor Castle, Bath, and Stonehenge. Our tour guide kept referring to the bus as “her family” as she described the views around us in her dry, British humor. First stop was Windsor Castle, the official home of the Queen. Since our guide, “Mary Poppins” as my mom called her, could run faster than the other guides (because she said they were many years older than her) we were able to get straight into Windsor Castle and avoid any lines! Wahoo! 

When making a trip to the bathroom, we saw a single guard, red uniform and black hat and all, down at the far end of the Castle. He was all alone and it looked like a nice photo opportunity, so we went to see him. We were divided by the huge fencing, but to our surprise, he came RIGHT over to us!!! I thought he was just marching to give us a little show, when I realized he was headed straight at us – like, right up to the gate. I thought it would be a bit strange to not talk to him, but at the same time, I didn’t think he could respond. I immediately said something he didn’t have to respond to, “It’s a bit cold out today!” and he RESPONDED! He greeted us to Windsor Castle, asked if we were from America and proceeded to tell us that he had a brother living in Boston! Wow, were we shocked! He wished us a good day and we thanked him for coming over to chat!
Windsor Castle
Still can't believe he came right over to us!
We continued to tour the castle, which is just as amazing as you think it would be. We headed outside for the Changing of the Guards, another special Easter weekend edition, and then went to the back of the castle to see our new guard friend be changed out. There were only a handful of people in the back, so it was a more intimate change, not all fluffy with people starring and shooting photos. I like to think our guard friend was excited to see us return!
Windsor Castle
A few of the guards after the main ceremony, going to change out the guards on the back side.
Seeing our guard friend being changed!
Windsor Castle overlooking Windsor, the town.
After Windsor, we went to Bath, to visit the Roman baths. Of course. We had a short time to explore the town, too, which was very cute. Lots of famous actors and musicians live in Bath, and Mary Poppins was sure to point out there houses from the bus as we were off on our way to see Stonehenge!
Row-houses in Bath.
Roman Baths
While a little rainy, the setting couldn't have been any prettier!
Can you see the steam coming off the water?
Not quite sure how these little ducks were swimming in the hot water!
Streets of Bath on a rainy afternoon.
Our next stop was Stonehenge! I guess I’d never pictured the grounds where Stonehenge is located. Out in the middle of nowhere lies these huge stones, one stacked up on another in a circular design.  There are burial grounds, small grass covered mounds, before you arrive, but besides that, there is vast nothingness. Sheep. Lots of sheep. And tourists. I’d heard that Stonehenge was overrated but it was cool to actually be there. I’m really glad we went to see it for ourselves. It's always important to see something with your own eyes and not just go by what others think!
We made it!!!!
Stonehenge.
Bird on a Stonehenge.
Sheep! They get to enjoy Stonehenge and tourists taking photos all the time!
Our third day in London was spent in London town again. It was Easter Sunday! Last year we were in Malaga for Easter, so it was quite a change! We went to a prayer service followed by mass at Westminster Cathedral. We had time to go to the top of its bell tower to overlook the city too – which was still visible on a cloudy day! Big Ben, Westminster Abbey… it was all there!
Easter Mass at Westminster Cathedral
Overlooking Westminster Cathedral from the Cathedral's tower.
View of London from Westminster Cathedral Tower. Little foggy in the photo, but you could see everything!
After Easter mass, we visited Covent Garden, Camden Town/Market, and Portobello Road and Nottinghill.  It was a relaxing day, but we had walked so much the previous days that our feet were killing us! However, we went at our own pace, stopped to see some street performers and really enjoyed ourselves. We went on an Easter egg hunt... well, kinda. We didn't actually pay to participate, but we enjoyed seeing the artistic eggs all over Covent Garden that were up for auction. Now, I don't usually eat McDonald's... but I gave in and had a Cadbury Cream Egg McFlurry. Cadbury Cream Egg! (Easter Egg Hunt and Cream Egg McFlurries! So great!) I couldn't believe it; it was so tasty! Later in the evening, it was nice to escape the crowds of people in London center and head for calm, quiet Nottinghill… I think that is the one downfall of London: massive amounts of people, everywhere.
I've seen this same performer every time I've been in Covent Garden. He's wonderful!
There was an Easter Egg hunt for charity! This reminded me of Theta Love bracelets.
Mom's favorite: the brown egg.
A visit to Harry Potter's Platform 9 3/4. It's actually changed locations since I was there last.
Cadburrrryyyyy Creammmm Egggg!!!!!! Yum! Yum!
Camden Town, London's edgier scene. Not sure if mom was a fan!
Near Camden Market there is the Camden Lock... which ends at Little Venice.
We didn't make it as far as Little Venice, but we made it to the zoo and peeked over the fence!
Notting Hill. Super Euro.
An absence of people after the Portobello Road Market is closed.
The bookstore from "Notting Hill" the movie which is now a shoe store!
The only bad part of the trip would have to have been the "hotel". The only thing that made it a "hotel" was the fact it had an elevator. The room was small and the staff was super, super unfriendly. Absolutely no customer service. One night we even had our internet privileges taken away after we didn't have exact change... which, of course, was our fault. Most of my close friends and family know I like to speak my mind and I'm not going to be "in the wrong" when it's not my fault. I let the man know just how I felt and after clearly upsetting him, he took our internet away. Mom came in to save the day and our internet. I sent the company a really "nice" email after we arrived back to Spain and received an even nicer email back that said: "even respond you is not worth." 1) I wanted to respond again to tell him I was an English teacher. 2) Seriously, when I told the man he should be fired, I think that proves my point. Ugh.

IRELAND
Monday morning, we left England and headed for Ireland...via shamrock plane! Dublin was our first stop! After getting our green passport stamps, we headed for our hotel via a double decker bus.
Next stop? Of course, Ireland.
Thankfully, our hotel was located right in the middle of Dublin, just a few minutes walking from Dublin Castle and Trinity College. We made the most of our early arrival by heading immediately into the town to see the sites! We visited Trinity College, one of Europe’s oldest universities, walked past Christ Church and the Dublin Castle, and finally made our way to the Guinness Storeroom! We toured the factory, which is amazing – they have put so much money into making it Ireland’s number one tourist site and one of the most visited in the world, alongside Coca-Cola.
We did "Dublin in a Day" - sorry for the abundance of photos!
An alley of bars just behind the hotel.
Entering Trinity College
"Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!" - Dublin's Molly Malone
Walking the streets of Dublin, after some shopping and before visiting Dublin Castle.
St. Stephen's Green, Dublin's Central Park - feeding the swans.
Dublin Castle - Well, the part we visited. We didn't feel like visiting "another castle"...
Christchurch - on the way to the Guinness Storeroom
Insignificant and often overlooked, loved these hearts on the fence!
Down this scary alley... lies the Guinness Storeroom.
St. Jame's Gate!
World Famous.
In all it's glory... Guinness.
Mom pouring the "perfect pint" :) Good job, mom!
In the evening, we opted for a dinner and traditional dancing/music show. We had lamb stew and Guinness and steak pie while we watched Riverdancers perform! Since my childhood dream was to become a Riverdancer, I was in heaven. I think it’s still my dream to dance in Riverdance – it’s amazing how they move! Not to mention, I love Celtic music! We had a GREAT night at the Arlington Hotel. If you’re ever in Dublin, I highly recommend it – while it does boast an atmosphere of “TOURIST!!!!” its well worth it!
We decided Dublin was just “another big city” – and we really wanted to see some of the “40 shades of green” countryside. We decided to do two day trips instead of the one we had previously booked. So, Tuesday was spent on a last minute trip to kiss the Blarney stone!!!

We went on a “Paddy Wagon” tour, which is very laid back and instead of telling you about the sites or real history you’re seeing out the windows, they point out the pubs:  “The green pub, next to O’Shamrock’s pub, and if you turn at the red pub you’ll arrive at O’Neil’s pub…” It was a fun tour though, that advertises “guaranteed handsome driver and sexy accent”. They are a good value for your money, and I have to admit, the driver did have a great accent!

While Blarney was our main destination, we were also able to visit Cork for a short time, Kinsdale, a small fisher town where Julia Roberts lived for a while, and Cobh, the last port of call for the RMS Titanic! (Not going to lie, it was really neat to be in Cobh…as we were there, 100 years minus one day to the actually sailing of the Titanic! There were benefit concerts going on and lots of special Titanic flags flying about. We got to see the “White Star Line” ticket office and the original port/deck entrance to the Titanic too! Everything is still how it was 100 years ago they say!)
Cork, Ireland


So tranquil; I can see why a superstar would want to escape to here.
Kinsdale, Ireland
Cobh, Ireland - last port of call for the RMS Titanic.
In front of the original dock of the Titanic with the White Star Line ticket office behind.
The windows were full of Titanic memorabilia and stories...
Were were in Cobh 100 years minus 1 day to the sailing of Titanic!
I can’t believe we actually kissed THE Blarney Stone! They say if you kiss the stone, you'll get the gift of gab or skill at flattery for 7 years… lots of famous people have kissed it, Winston Churchill and Mick Jagger to name a few. To kiss it, you have to lean backwards off the castle's edge! Luckily, there are rails to hold and an old Irish man holding on to you, which makes it just a little less scary! (Actually, not sure if the little old man makes it less scary or more scary...)

The word "Blarney" came about like this: Someone was trying to convince someone of something.... and in frustration Queen Elizabeth I said "This is all blarney. What he says he never means."  And so the word "blarney" was born. (Sorry I know no more detail.) We also learned the difference between "blarney" and "baloney". Baloney is when you tell a 50 year old woman she looks 18. Blarney is when you ask a woman how old she is, because you want to know at what age women look the most beautiful. They had wonderful little signs that had interesting information like this all around the castle! Made the wait seem a lot less... thank goodness!
Blarney Castle (& me and my umbrella)
Proof: Mom did it with the little Irish man's help!
Proof: I did it! You can even my lips on it...and the ground below!
Relaxing after our climb to the top of Blarney Castle!
Rain droplets on one of the poisonous plants in the poisonous garden. No smelling or touching! Be careful!
We arrived back to Dublin with enough time to visit the famous pub: Temple Bar. Besides my mom getting hit on and kissed three times (on her cheek and twice on the top of her head) we really enjoyed our Irish cider and Heineken (clearly we weren’t fans of the Guinness the day before…) while we listened to the live band.
Live music and great drinks, Temple Bar
The next morning, Wednesday, we headed on another day trip. This time, we were in route to see the Cliffs of Moher, Ireland’s top site. We went to Limerick by train and then began the bus tour. After visiting Bunratty Castle and touring the folk village to get a better idea of what life was like in the olden days... we stopped in Doolin for lunch, for some gigantic 12 euro hamburgers that looked better than they tasted. We did buy some amazing fudge though in this tiny shop: the best kind? Raspberry! Mom and I fought over it the rest of the trip, as we rationed it to last the whole time! We were also able to see the Araan Islands from Doolin, just a short ways out from the land.
Bunratty Castle

The incredible view from Bunratty's roof. This is the Ireland I wanted to see!



Georgie and Jeanie... Jose and Pedro's new Irish cousins at the folk village.
Did you know donkeys can live to be 50 years old? Our little Jose and Pedro are 4 and 6... haha
The Cliffs of Moher (as seen in the final scene of the film Leap Year and other movies) are so breathtaking! Seriously. Ireland's top attraction is fantastic! Drop off cliffs, several hundred meters high are the last things you can see before the vast ocean that goes for as long as you can see.  It was rather windy; good thing we weren’t close to the edge! We climbed to the top of a tower to get an even better view and were nearly blown over! 
Proof we were there! Yeah!
The small tower on the right gives you a really nice view of the Arran Islands.
Up close and extra personal, just a little sunny. Can you see the birds?
You could never take an ugly photo at this place.
The Cliffs of Moher...rock. (haha)
Cuidado! Be careful!
After the Cliffs, we were able to drive through The Burren, the once floor of the Atlantic Ocean! All rocky and Mars like, it’s strange to think that the ocean use to once be there! We made our way though “Mars” and were happy to see green grass again, patchwork fields full of sheep and cows. Late in the afternoon, we made our way to Galway, a quite charming old, small town, to get the train back to Dublin.
Driving through the Burren; what a scary/cool landscape!
Here we are at the Burren.
I'm not lying when I say "it was windy."
Galway, Ireland
When we arrived to Dublin around 9:30pm, we went to have a traditional Irish breakfast! Yes! Breakfast for dinner! Irish Breakfasts are worse than the traditional “American” breakfast… as Irish Breakfasts come with sausages, eggs, potatoes, a fried tomato, mushrooms, bacon, toast, coffee or tea. It’s enough food to split between two people, so we doubled up on the toast and coffee (hey, it was included and part of the “traditional” breakfast so we gave in and drank it!) and called it a night.
And the say American's eat a big breakfast???
Sausages, ham, egg, mushroom, more sausages, tomato, hash brown, bacon AND beans.
SCOTLAND
We had to rise and shine on Thursday morning in order to get to the airport to catch our 6:45am flight. We were all about saving money, so that unfortunately meant rising before the sun a few times. However, when we arrived to Edinburgh, we were happy to have arrived so early to explore more of the city. I think Edinburgh was my favorite city of the trip!

To sum Edinburgh up in three words: IT IS BEAUTIFUL. It’s got Salamanca qualities, in the fact that the buildings all boast the same color stone (more dreary gray stones than Salamanca’s golden stone). The town was centered around the Royal Mile, a street that stretched a little more than a mile – from the top of the Castle to the bottom where the Holyrood Royal Palace is located. Hollyrod is where the Queen stays when she visits Edinburgh. (I’m starting to wonder just how many residences she has…) The Royal Mile had many shops, including Kilts for Hire and Scotch Whiskey Experiences.  Mom and I opted for some plaid scarfs to take home for souvenirs as we didn’t think the men in our lives (dad, grandpa and my uncle) would appreciate kilts. Haha
I think this was the beginning of the old town that we saw, and I was amazed!
Greyfriar's dog; this little guy sat by his owner's grave for years and years until he himself died.
They say a dog is a man's best friend, well, this dog proves that true.
Grassmarket, Einburgh - WOW!
Haggis, neeps and tatties = lunch.
Looks gross, but it was quite tasty. I won't tell you what it was. ;)
EVERYTHING was plaid. Seats in the bus, carpets, chairs....
Scottish and English pound notes.
Choose your pattern! ;)
You know, they say the boys don't wear anything under these... haha
The Royal Mile has about 70 “Closes” that exit from the main street. A “close” is basically a small alley. In years past, the way past, there used to be over 200 of these closes, but they have been demolished or closed due to expansion. But, they are fantastic little places; we made sure to visit a few!
Connecting from one part to the next!
The closes were such cool escapes from all the people!
Another great escape!
All of the closes had signs like this. "Paisley" reminds me of Maria!
Our second day in Edinburgh, we visited the "Fourth Bridge" - a famous bridge that connects Scotland's capital city, Edinburgh, with Fife - where St. Andrew's Golf Course is located. It was Britian's first major structure built of steel, around the same time as the Eiffel Tower in Paris. It's 1.6 miles in length, making it one of the world's largest bridges! It can been seen on the 2004 issued 1 pound coins! It carries trains; there is a second bridge that carries cars across... and we saw a third being built due to the over-usage of the second bridge!
Fourth Bridge - which we saw from land, from sea and from sky (when we left for Spain!)
Fourth Rail Bridge
Artsy!
Wild seals just hanging about!
A church out on an island just near the Fourth Bridge. We didn't leave the boat, but enjoyed the view!
How peaceful... seals and a sailboat!
Back to the mainland, which was really a cute area near the Fourth Bridge.
After visiting the Fourth Bridge, we went to visit Edinburgh Castle; the castle that sits at one end of the Royal Mile. I've seen many castles while living in Europe, but this was my first Scottish castle - complete with a church, jail, soldiers in kilts and the sound of bagpipes.
Mom at Edinburgh Castle!
Overlooking Edinburgh - what a nice view!
Scottish cannons.
My grandma is from Argyle...thinking of all our family!
Photo opp at Edinburgh Castle.
Mom went to jail. She wasn't too excited about entering the small room.
In the afternoon, we were able to visit a Spanish friend of mine, Alvaro, who I met in Salamanca in 2009.  Alvaro is currently studying English in Edinburgh! It was nice to see him and I think he enjoyed having us around too! We went to the top of this hill to get a great view of the city! There was a monument there – something that resembles the Parthenon in Athens, but it’s only half finished! Alvaro said that legend has it that the men drank too much and there was no more money to finish the monument because the money was all spent in the pubs! I’d believe it, as we never saw the people in restaurants ordering water. Casi nunca! After Alvaro showed us where he lived, we had a nice dinner together and then he accompanied us to the movie theater before going out with his friends.

Why to the movie theater, you ask? Well, we saw The Hunger Games! I can’t say mom was a fan, but I had been dying to see it, in English. It wasn’t even out in Spain yet, so I guess it was almost VIP like! Haha
With Alvaro, visiting Calton Hill.
From Calton Hill, there is a great view of the Queen's residence "Holyrood".
Rose Street, where we had lunch!
After a nice few days in Edinburgh, it was time to go to our next stop in Scotland: Glasgow! The first views of the city reminded us of St. Louis – a mix of new and old buildings and architectural structures. I don’t think Glasgow would have ever been on my list of places to see, but a very special person just happens to live there: Maria!
Main shopping street... we found this early on.
We decided that all there is to do in Glasgow is shop, eat, and drink.
Nice hat, dude.
I never caught the name of this plaza, but it was really nice - complete with a Ferris wheel.
Biggest Heinz sauce collection ever made lunch extra fun.
Pasty, beans and chips.
After lunch, we checked into our hotel and decided to visit Maria at work! We took a double decker, and sat in the front row like tourists, mom even propped her feet up! When we arrived to Maria’s work, we walked in circles trying to find her! I had to ask another worker where Maria was, and she directed me to her! I’m pretty sure we shocked her, as she twirled around and started screaming and freaking out a bit. But, I think Maria knows me pretty well, as she said “I wondered if you all just wouldn’t come in today!”

We had made plans earlier in the week to have dinner together: Maria, me and our moms! Maria’s mom, Agnes, had made reservations at this great Italian place in the center of Glasgow: La Vita. We enjoyed sharing stories about Navalmoral de la Mata, the city that made us friends.  It was almost surreal to be there, in Glasgow, with Maria and her mom. I never thought that our moms would have the chance to meet, but I’m so glad they did!
Agnes, Maria, Me and Mom :) So happy to see you both!
After dinner, mom and I tried out Maria’s new little car – just sitting in the driver’s seat was strange! Ross, Maria’s fiancé, describes her Ford KA as “the car that came with a Barbie.” Yeah, it’s pretty small, but it managed to hold four people, two big suitcases and two smaller carry-ons on Sunday when Ross and Maria took us to the airport in Edinburgh! Hey, that’s almost more than I can say about our room in London! No joke!

Before we headed to the airport for the last leg of our adventure in Spain, we visited the park and museum near Glasgow University. We had a really nice lunch in an old movie theater, too! I’m so happy we were able to get together two days! While it was quick, it was well spent! Miss my hermana already!
"Driving."
Check the speed limit! ;)
Maria, Ross and I in the University Park.
A visit to the museum...
Giraffes, moose and airplanes - oh my!
Cute little neighborhood where we had lunch in an old movie theater!
"Picture Theater" - In Scottish, you can say "we're going to the pictures" and people
understand you're "going to the cinema/movies"....
Ross, our driver, and mom our co-pilot.
SPAIN
We arrived super late on Sunday night back to Spain. Instead of staying the night in Madrid, and wasting more money, we decided to take the bus back to Valladolid, a trip that would take 3 hours instead of 1 it would usually take by train. But, it worked out just fine, as we arrived in Valladolid around 2:15am. We made our way to my piso and went to bed! 

We slept in late the following date, as it was just a day to be spent in Valladolid seeing the sites. My roommate, Katie, came with us for most of the afternoon to have some tapas and chat about our trips. Mom and I were so tired and worn out from the previous days that we decided to take a Spanish siesta before going out with some of my American friends, Will, Natasha and Katie. We hit up some of the famous tapas bars in town, El Corcho, El Jero, and Guaguita. We had corquetas, tostas, and langostinos. SIX orders of langostinos; they were that good!
Police having an afternoon drink... WINE.
Old bullring in the center that is now flats. Super tranquilla.
Touring some of the little known sites! (This place is wonderful at night!)
Afternoon snack. Chocolate cake and churros con chocolate.
Tabla de tostas for 6.
Yummmmmy! Ignore the eyes and head.
Tuesday morning we visited my school. We made my normal hike so mom could get a good idea of my daily walk. We arrived just around the break time, so we could have coffee with the other teachers.  Everyone was interested in meeting mom, language barrier and not. I became her personal translator – even though I’m sure she could have figured out what they were saying to her in the end: Welcome to Spain. Nice to meet you! I hope you are enjoying Spain! And the ever popular, I don’t speak English! (That actually came out more like, “Me English, noooo” as they waved their hands frantically.) We had a really nice morning at school, went on a small tour of the English department rooms and the school grounds.

Cafe in my school where we had coffee with the teachers!
We had a nice walk around town and visited the park and then had a nice lunch in town, a menu of the day with paella and lechazo (baby lamb) and escalopines (strips of meat in a sauce). We did some shopping and saw a few more sites in town, reliving memories from Easter the year before, when we spent a few days there seeing the Semana Santa processions.

White asparagus at the market in Plaza Espana.
Peacocks in Campo Grande Park.


"I want paella for lunch" - Mom.
That night, Concha, my “boss”, invited us to have dinner in her house. We had a fantastic dinner and even better company! It was nice to just talk about all types of things and to have my mom there to share it with us. We arrived home nearly around midnight, had just a few hours to sleep, before we were off again to Madrid for mom’s flight back to Missouri. 

I had such a great time traveling with my mom and only wish that we could repeat it more often, versus just once a year.  Mom says we need to win the lottery…. maybe we should start buying tickets! 

Until next year, mom! (And dad, grandma, grandpa, Aunt Lisa, Uncle Cliff, Gina, Kasie on your honeymoon… anyone who wants to come, really!)