First entry of 2012. The entry with my goals and review of 2011 will have to wait until tomorrow or Wednesday, and the 2011 Awards will be broadcasted "live" from "Barcelona" on Friday.
In 2009, when I went to Barcelona with my "guiri with a Spanish soul" soulmate Ashley, I decided that since I had a pitstop in Barcelona on the way to Italia in 2008, that it would become my tradition to go to BCN during the holidays. Although last year in Bilbao (during my nervous breakdown even) was fun, it broke the tradition. This year, the broken tradition is the calendario de bomberos (firefighters), I mean, guide to the months in catalán or euskera and motivation for the gym, as I couldn't find any anywhere. I digress.
dilluns, 26 desembre. After returning to Body Combat after various weeks off due to "farangitis", I took the night train to Girona, the capital city of the province between Barcelona and France. I watched the film Friends with Benefits before trying to sleep, and the film was actually good, despite my inexplicable dislike of Justin Timberlake. (Let's keep him busy as an actor, folks). I couldn't really sleep, as the train was freezing despite being first class. When the train made a stop for 15 minutes in Barcelona Sants at 7.45 in the morning, I got so excited. I feel a pull toward Catalunya, Barcelona in particular. The train rolled on to its destination.
dimarts, 27 desembre. I found my hostal, above a cutre bar in the heart of the casco antiguo, close to the river. Ei, for 20 Euros a night in Catalunya...you get what you pay for. I dropped off my stuff and went exploring. The excitement came when I found out that I could hold a conversation in catalán (or valenciano de Catalunya, as I like to call it.) I got a cafe amb llet at a bar with a cute camarero, then found the tourist information place for a map. I told the woman I was learning catalán, so she explained everything to me in catalán, and I understood it. I remember in 2003 how excited each insignificant accomplishment I made in Spanish made me. I felt the same this time. I went to the muralla, or wall, around the city, the cathedral, and walked around. I had a plato combinado for lunch, took a nice, long siesta, then went back to the muralla for sunset. I learn that I left my charger at home in Madrid, so no laptop or ability to upload photos as they happen for me! I went to bed early that night, determined not to have a relapse of farangitis!
dimecres, 28 desembre. I woke up, had a quick breakfast, and took off to Cadaqués. I didn't realise the bus station actually had an office, but he let me buy the ticket on the bus, thankfully. 9,85€ and one hour 45 minutes later, I reached Cadaqués, the pueblo where Picasso and Dalí painted to their heart's content, and my fuzzy memory of Little Ashes says García Lorca and/or Buñuel were too. The pueblo is like any other in Spain, but walk a kilometro and you have some of the most amazing views in all of Spain. It is a place I will return one day with my future boyfriend/husband. I had lunch, then caught the bus to Figueres, which, as everyone told me, is nothing but the too expensive museum of Dalí. It's his hometown. I returned to Girona, walk around some more, falling in love with the city and loving the catalán heard in every corner.
dijous, 29 desembre. I wake up early again, check out and catch the bus to Besalú, a charming medieval pueblo in the foothills of the Pyranees. (Piraneo. I don't know how it's written in English as they use the French. Stupid French.) Besalú has an amazing bridge, and it's out in the nature. Oh, if I had time to just walk around there for a few days. I'm definitely inspired to do the Camino de Santiago this summer. I return to Girona, have lunch and catch the train to Barcelona!!! As much as I love catalán, it was a relief to hear my beloved castellano in the streets again. Barcelona has the same vibe that my beloved Valencia does. It's hard to explain. I immediately head to Ramblas del mar to catch the sunset, buy my bus ticket back to Madrid *sob* and grab dinner at my fave vegetarian place. (I'm far from vegetarian, but I love this restaurant!) I rest a bit, then make a much needed pilgramage to the first gay disco I ever went to in 2003. ARENA. I danced, and I had the cojones to say "hola" to the cute boy I had been eyeing all night. He said hola back. Turns out he's Basque, from a pueblo near Bilbao. We talk and dance (and kiss) most of the night, and I walk him back to his hostal where we exchange Facebooks. Sadly...I can't find him, and I'm hoping that it's just that he can't find me. Do all my romances have to end like this?
divendres 30 desembre. I wake up late, and I go to the Museu d'historia de Catalunya, which was fascinating. The geek in me loved the map of "Països Catalans" with all the 93723 dialects. Surprisingly, with a year in Valencia and a professora de Girona, I understand the catalán from Barcelona the best. Lunch, shopping, a walk on the beach at sunset, then cafe amb llet at my fave café in la Barceloneta, then I went to a fiesta with the Queer Barcelona group on Couchsurfing. My shyness was in full effect, but I had fun. I'm a bit perturbed as they never got back to me with the information for the New Year's Eve fiesta. This is where I definitely picked up on the Valencia vibes.
dissabte, 31 desembre: Last day of the year. My friend had to cancel plans last minute. Grr. I went to Montjuic, which I love. Took some time to rest, but I still did a lot of walking. I went to Plaça de Catalunya to eat the grapes, then to have a drink at Punto BCN, then went home to dream of a happier 2012, a year where my writing career takes off, and I find love.
diumenge, 1 gener. I went to Parc Güell, which is the park that has all of Gaudi's houses and designs. So beautiful. Then an early lunch, some time at the beach...and then...no. no. no. no. no. I have to catch the bus to Madrid.
This was one of the better holidays I've had in Spain, right up there with Semana Santa 2010 in País vasco and Asturias Oct 2011.
I think Barcelona is calling me......
Monday, January 2, 2012
Monday, December 26, 2011
mi bucket list
My 20s were a social and financial disaster. The big things (two degrees, moving to Spain) are overshadowed by no boyfriend and being nowhere close to where I thought I would be when I turned 30. I thought I'd have the husband and two golden retrievers by now. Like Rachel in The One Where Everyone Turns 30, I much feel pressed for time to start a family, if that's what I desire.
I do see myself as a writer somewhere on the Mediterranean between Valencia and Barcelona capitals (probably closer to Barcelona than Valencia). When and how I'll get there, that remains to be seen.
Last June, when I had no laptop, I wrote out a Bucket List. I already accomplished one thing on it (visit all 17 Comunidades Autónomas of Spain, so now I have to see all the provinces.)
In random order...
-52 provincias españolas, along with Ceuta y Melilla
-Step foot on every continent (If you count the Canarias as Geographically Africa, I've been to 3 of 7. Sorry, I cannot make myself see only 5 continents!)
-Camino de Santiago
-Ruta de Quijote
-Read Quijote i Spanish
-Become a published author
-Learn Catalán and Italian at at least a B2 level
-Get married.
-In Europe, travel to Greece, Norway, Andorra, go back to Italia, Portugal and Paris
-In South America, Macchu Piccu, Argentina and Chile
-In Asia, Great Wall of China
-In Africa, the Sahara and the Pyramids
-Learn to surf
-Try to snowboard
-Learn yoga
-Get a master in Spanish, if not Ph.D
-Come out to my mom
-Meet Mariah Carey, Felicity Huffman and Lady Gaga
-Read the Complete Works of Shakespeare (And Hemingway and Dickens while I'm at it. And Unamuno).
-Have a French 19th Century style Masquerade/Bachnalia (maybe my future husband will let me have this as a reception)
-Drive Route 66
I do see myself as a writer somewhere on the Mediterranean between Valencia and Barcelona capitals (probably closer to Barcelona than Valencia). When and how I'll get there, that remains to be seen.
Last June, when I had no laptop, I wrote out a Bucket List. I already accomplished one thing on it (visit all 17 Comunidades Autónomas of Spain, so now I have to see all the provinces.)
In random order...
-52 provincias españolas, along with Ceuta y Melilla
-Step foot on every continent (If you count the Canarias as Geographically Africa, I've been to 3 of 7. Sorry, I cannot make myself see only 5 continents!)
-Camino de Santiago
-Ruta de Quijote
-Read Quijote i Spanish
-Become a published author
-Learn Catalán and Italian at at least a B2 level
-Get married.
-In Europe, travel to Greece, Norway, Andorra, go back to Italia, Portugal and Paris
-In South America, Macchu Piccu, Argentina and Chile
-In Asia, Great Wall of China
-In Africa, the Sahara and the Pyramids
-Learn to surf
-Try to snowboard
-Learn yoga
-Get a master in Spanish, if not Ph.D
-Come out to my mom
-Meet Mariah Carey, Felicity Huffman and Lady Gaga
-Read the Complete Works of Shakespeare (And Hemingway and Dickens while I'm at it. And Unamuno).
-Have a French 19th Century style Masquerade/Bachnalia (maybe my future husband will let me have this as a reception)
-Drive Route 66
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
mi cumpleaños numero 30
The Pablo show has just entered it's 30th season, and we here at Entertainment Weekly España sat down with the headwriter for our annual conversation. We know it's a few days late, but there's a good reason.
EWEspaña: 30 years. Wow.
Headwriter: Shutup.
EWE: I mean, congratulations wow.
Headwriter: Okay, better. Thanks.
EWE: You're welcome. So first of all, last year, we were celebrating a 5-0 Barça win. This year, we have a 3-1 win to celebrate.
Headwriter: I know. Collonut, as they say in Barcelona.
EWE: In the 29th season, we saw Pablo meet one of his major life goals, visiting all 17 Comunidades Autónomas of Spain by hitting 15 Murcia, 16 Extremadura and 17 Asturias. Congratulations. Do you have any holidays planned this year?
HW: Back home to Valencia for a quick visit next week, then to Catalunya, specifically Girona and Barcelona for New Year's Eve. There might be a trip to Ibiza in January. Now that we have the Comunidades down, the new goal is the provincias, so lots of weekend trips we hope. We are also hoping for a return to Italy and Portugal, and trips to Morocco, Ireland and Greece.
EWE: Catalunya's for sure, right? At least Pablo will get to travel a bit out of Spain for once.
HW: Oh someone is just courting Catalan viewership for us, thanks for that!
EWE: We try. Now, why the hell did you move the main character back to Madrid when he was really starting to come into his own in Valencia? Viewers were hoping for a master in Barcelona.
HW: The puta crisis de mierda. No other option. We hope to do the máster this season.
EWE: Once upon a time, we always heard the same line from the Will and Grace writers. When the hell are you going to cast a boyfriend?
HW: We are always looking at potential boyfriends, but casting is extremely hard. It's hard to find someone with the right chemistry. After finally getting over his crush on Spanish C, he's slowly starting to open up his heart again. But to whom? This is a theme we hope to explore this season.
EWE: What else is in store?
HW: We are hoping to return to the States for the summer after a sweeps stunt walk on the Camino de Santiago. The more we say this, the more it will come true.
EWE: One of the biggest surprises in Season 29 was the gym, specifically Body Combat. How did that come about?
HW: Pablo has a fascination with the Federico Moccia books. When Step (Not H, silly movie!) joins the gym, Pablo was inspired. He found the gym helps out with anxiety and depression, so he keeps going. Body Combat was suggested, and he ended up loving it.
EWE: Fascinating. And any plans on that novel?
HW: More work on the novel...working on getting the first published. A poc a poc. Hey, Pablo did learn catalán/valenciano as promised! Xé que bo!
EWE: Xé que bo indeed. Thanks for taking the time to chat with us. Anything else you'd like to add?
HW: Beyonce is responsible for the Partido Popular winning.
EWE: Every show has to have a villain.
EWEspaña: 30 years. Wow.
Headwriter: Shutup.
EWE: I mean, congratulations wow.
Headwriter: Okay, better. Thanks.
EWE: You're welcome. So first of all, last year, we were celebrating a 5-0 Barça win. This year, we have a 3-1 win to celebrate.
Headwriter: I know. Collonut, as they say in Barcelona.
EWE: In the 29th season, we saw Pablo meet one of his major life goals, visiting all 17 Comunidades Autónomas of Spain by hitting 15 Murcia, 16 Extremadura and 17 Asturias. Congratulations. Do you have any holidays planned this year?
HW: Back home to Valencia for a quick visit next week, then to Catalunya, specifically Girona and Barcelona for New Year's Eve. There might be a trip to Ibiza in January. Now that we have the Comunidades down, the new goal is the provincias, so lots of weekend trips we hope. We are also hoping for a return to Italy and Portugal, and trips to Morocco, Ireland and Greece.
EWE: Catalunya's for sure, right? At least Pablo will get to travel a bit out of Spain for once.
HW: Oh someone is just courting Catalan viewership for us, thanks for that!
EWE: We try. Now, why the hell did you move the main character back to Madrid when he was really starting to come into his own in Valencia? Viewers were hoping for a master in Barcelona.
HW: The puta crisis de mierda. No other option. We hope to do the máster this season.
EWE: Once upon a time, we always heard the same line from the Will and Grace writers. When the hell are you going to cast a boyfriend?
HW: We are always looking at potential boyfriends, but casting is extremely hard. It's hard to find someone with the right chemistry. After finally getting over his crush on Spanish C, he's slowly starting to open up his heart again. But to whom? This is a theme we hope to explore this season.
EWE: What else is in store?
HW: We are hoping to return to the States for the summer after a sweeps stunt walk on the Camino de Santiago. The more we say this, the more it will come true.
EWE: One of the biggest surprises in Season 29 was the gym, specifically Body Combat. How did that come about?
HW: Pablo has a fascination with the Federico Moccia books. When Step (Not H, silly movie!) joins the gym, Pablo was inspired. He found the gym helps out with anxiety and depression, so he keeps going. Body Combat was suggested, and he ended up loving it.
EWE: Fascinating. And any plans on that novel?
HW: More work on the novel...working on getting the first published. A poc a poc. Hey, Pablo did learn catalán/valenciano as promised! Xé que bo!
EWE: Xé que bo indeed. Thanks for taking the time to chat with us. Anything else you'd like to add?
HW: Beyonce is responsible for the Partido Popular winning.
EWE: Every show has to have a villain.
Sunday, December 11, 2011
Mi Grana'
Back from Almería and Granada. This trip was a bit weird, a bit of a downer. Granada is definitely a place to go with a boyfriend, and if he doesn't exist, well, friends.
I got up too early to go to Almería on Thursday morning, still recuperating from farangitis. My duffel bag decides to break, and then my backpack, full with all my clothes, decides to do the same. Fantastic. I take a cab to Cibeles to catch the bus to the airport, go through security without any problems what so ever, and then have two hours to kill. I watched some Angel...plane ride non eventful as I was asleep after only about 3.5 hours of sleep.
Almería is sort of ugly, it's true, but the Alcazaba was pretty damn cool. I was being followed by cats everywhere. And they seemed to like my Barça wallet that was a gift from Valencia. Everyone commented on it, and it seemed to make me friends. I went to the beach and sat a while, looking at my favourite sea (the Mediterranean). And I was able to understand andaluz everywhere I went. My friend Rubén, who I had been talking to online since 2004!!, and I met up for tapas and so he could show me the town some. It was one of the most fun nights I had had in a while, seeing the Almería gay life and just spending time with someone I knew from the virtual world.
I knew 3 Almerineses in Valencia...one being my Body Combat monitor, one being another monitor at the gym, and the other being Spanish Flake from June, who showed that the andaluz stereotype of being falso exists for a reason :-/
Friday morning, I get up to go to Granada, then find out that I could have caught the bus to Cabo de Gata, which is the national park I really wanted to see in Almería. Ah well, there's always next time. The contrast of desert and mountain is the coolest thing to see in the landscape between Almería and Granada. I caught a cab to the pensión where I stayed, which is one of the worst experiences I've had and put a damper on the weekend. No internet, no heating, no hot water, bad location (I only like staying in the Albacyn!)
So I went to a really cool bar for café con leche, and hiked out to the Sacramonte caves, where gypsies (gitanos) make their residence. And my camera batteries died, of course. One gitana tried to rip me off, but I just walked out and didn't stand for it. I went back, ate cheap at a nice restaurant in the Albacyn, the neighbourhood that is really a labyrinth of white cobblestone streets. Because of cloud cover, I wasn't able to understand the Best Sunset in España from Mirador de San Nicolas as I wanted (but I did on Saturday).
I felt a little down being alone as I wandered the streets and saw all the Christmas lights. Not going to lie. This time of year is hard for me. Especially since I turn 30 tomorrow (more on that later) and have no relationship or permanent job to show for it. Anyway...
I decided to try going out by myself, and the bar played Mariah's All I Want for Christmas and two Lady Gaga (my two fave singles), Alejandro and Poker Face. But they played some Beyonce shit that affected me to the point of having a panic attack on Saturday. People think I make this up, about her causing panic attacks, but it's true...
Came back early, woke up Saturday and decided to spend the day roaming Granada some more. Maybe a mistake, but there is a lot to enjoy in Granada. I walked back up to Sacramonte, went through the maze of streets, found a new Mirador, had too many cafés con leche, tried and failed at a siesta, tried and failed at finding a chino to buy a new backpack (have to do that now), made it to The Best Sunset in Spain which was amazing as always. A lot of hippies go there, as do a lot of flamenco singers, which add to the ambience. I have my panic attack, then recover and go out again. They played Mariah All I Want for Christmas again...then Beyonce, and this time I had finished my Coca Cola (as I'm still on antibiotics and am concentrating on my health).
Granada remains one of my top 5 cities in Spain. However, next time I go, I hope it's with an amazing boyfriend by my side. More on this later.
I watched Ángel on the way back. I still hate the character, but I love the supporting cast, even if they killed myDoyle. Now if I could just have Giles and Wesley do some research that Cordelia would approve of, and have Buffy fight off the demon that causes one to turn 30 and kill it. 12 hours left of my 20s. Not sure where it's gone to. Again, more on that later.
I got up too early to go to Almería on Thursday morning, still recuperating from farangitis. My duffel bag decides to break, and then my backpack, full with all my clothes, decides to do the same. Fantastic. I take a cab to Cibeles to catch the bus to the airport, go through security without any problems what so ever, and then have two hours to kill. I watched some Angel...plane ride non eventful as I was asleep after only about 3.5 hours of sleep.
Almería is sort of ugly, it's true, but the Alcazaba was pretty damn cool. I was being followed by cats everywhere. And they seemed to like my Barça wallet that was a gift from Valencia. Everyone commented on it, and it seemed to make me friends. I went to the beach and sat a while, looking at my favourite sea (the Mediterranean). And I was able to understand andaluz everywhere I went. My friend Rubén, who I had been talking to online since 2004!!, and I met up for tapas and so he could show me the town some. It was one of the most fun nights I had had in a while, seeing the Almería gay life and just spending time with someone I knew from the virtual world.
I knew 3 Almerineses in Valencia...one being my Body Combat monitor, one being another monitor at the gym, and the other being Spanish Flake from June, who showed that the andaluz stereotype of being falso exists for a reason :-/
Friday morning, I get up to go to Granada, then find out that I could have caught the bus to Cabo de Gata, which is the national park I really wanted to see in Almería. Ah well, there's always next time. The contrast of desert and mountain is the coolest thing to see in the landscape between Almería and Granada. I caught a cab to the pensión where I stayed, which is one of the worst experiences I've had and put a damper on the weekend. No internet, no heating, no hot water, bad location (I only like staying in the Albacyn!)
So I went to a really cool bar for café con leche, and hiked out to the Sacramonte caves, where gypsies (gitanos) make their residence. And my camera batteries died, of course. One gitana tried to rip me off, but I just walked out and didn't stand for it. I went back, ate cheap at a nice restaurant in the Albacyn, the neighbourhood that is really a labyrinth of white cobblestone streets. Because of cloud cover, I wasn't able to understand the Best Sunset in España from Mirador de San Nicolas as I wanted (but I did on Saturday).
I felt a little down being alone as I wandered the streets and saw all the Christmas lights. Not going to lie. This time of year is hard for me. Especially since I turn 30 tomorrow (more on that later) and have no relationship or permanent job to show for it. Anyway...
I decided to try going out by myself, and the bar played Mariah's All I Want for Christmas and two Lady Gaga (my two fave singles), Alejandro and Poker Face. But they played some Beyonce shit that affected me to the point of having a panic attack on Saturday. People think I make this up, about her causing panic attacks, but it's true...
Came back early, woke up Saturday and decided to spend the day roaming Granada some more. Maybe a mistake, but there is a lot to enjoy in Granada. I walked back up to Sacramonte, went through the maze of streets, found a new Mirador, had too many cafés con leche, tried and failed at a siesta, tried and failed at finding a chino to buy a new backpack (have to do that now), made it to The Best Sunset in Spain which was amazing as always. A lot of hippies go there, as do a lot of flamenco singers, which add to the ambience. I have my panic attack, then recover and go out again. They played Mariah All I Want for Christmas again...then Beyonce, and this time I had finished my Coca Cola (as I'm still on antibiotics and am concentrating on my health).
Granada remains one of my top 5 cities in Spain. However, next time I go, I hope it's with an amazing boyfriend by my side. More on this later.
I watched Ángel on the way back. I still hate the character, but I love the supporting cast, even if they killed myDoyle. Now if I could just have Giles and Wesley do some research that Cordelia would approve of, and have Buffy fight off the demon that causes one to turn 30 and kill it. 12 hours left of my 20s. Not sure where it's gone to. Again, more on that later.
Sunday, October 30, 2011
mis comunidades
Yesterday, I achieved one of my life goals, something to cross off the bucket list.
I have officially been to all 17 Spanish comunidades autónomas. All 50 States, and now all 17 CCAAs. Go me.
I am in Asturias right now, which is an amazingly incredible beautiful city. I have a decent job that pays me, I have the gym, Body Combat and lifting weights, I have my Catalán classes, I have a decent flat with decent roommates. I've picked myself up and dusted myself off from rock bottom last December. Go me, right?
The thing is...I'm still not content. Madrid is just not for me. I need to be by the sea. And at this point, I'm not sure teaching is for me. I know for a fact teaching primary and infantil is not for me. I still enjoy my classes with the secondary students, but the majority of my classes are with infantil and primary. The one private lesson I give, I am realising that I enjoy more of this type of teaching. It's fun, the students learn more and give me more respect and listen better.
I arrive home exhausted. I haven't had any voice for a week now. I have no energy for anything. I have no time to keep up to date with my shows or finish my current addiction, Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I still go to the gym and my clases de catalán, but it's not the best I can be doing. I can be doing a lot better with everything. I just lack the energy.
I certainly do not have the time right now to do the thing that I really feel called to do. That is my writing. I just want to sit down and pour out all these words I have in me into my second and third novels.
This weekend, I have been doing a lot of soul-searching and thinking about what I want my future to look like. If I could design it, it would look something like this.
I want to live in a smaller city close to Barcelona. Madrid just...for lack of a clear word in English, Madrid me agobia. Me agota. Barcelona potentially has the same problem. Valencia was the right size for me, a big city (around 1 million), but it didn't feel it. I know Catalunya and/or Valencia are calling my name.
I want to write. I'm not sure if the master is in my future, but I would love it if my novels sell and I had money to live off that. If I teach, it's going to have to be more private lessons. How do I do this legally so I can have my visa and stuff? I know I need to travel.
I want a boyfriend/husband to share my life and my travels with. And two golden retrievers.
I don't know how to make all this happen. I have my first novel finished. I need some time to do a bit of editing and then figure out how to get it published. If that sold, and I became the next Christopher Rice...that would solve a whole lot of problems.
Dreaming...sometimes, it seems that's all I do.
I have officially been to all 17 Spanish comunidades autónomas. All 50 States, and now all 17 CCAAs. Go me.
I am in Asturias right now, which is an amazingly incredible beautiful city. I have a decent job that pays me, I have the gym, Body Combat and lifting weights, I have my Catalán classes, I have a decent flat with decent roommates. I've picked myself up and dusted myself off from rock bottom last December. Go me, right?
The thing is...I'm still not content. Madrid is just not for me. I need to be by the sea. And at this point, I'm not sure teaching is for me. I know for a fact teaching primary and infantil is not for me. I still enjoy my classes with the secondary students, but the majority of my classes are with infantil and primary. The one private lesson I give, I am realising that I enjoy more of this type of teaching. It's fun, the students learn more and give me more respect and listen better.
I arrive home exhausted. I haven't had any voice for a week now. I have no energy for anything. I have no time to keep up to date with my shows or finish my current addiction, Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I still go to the gym and my clases de catalán, but it's not the best I can be doing. I can be doing a lot better with everything. I just lack the energy.
I certainly do not have the time right now to do the thing that I really feel called to do. That is my writing. I just want to sit down and pour out all these words I have in me into my second and third novels.
This weekend, I have been doing a lot of soul-searching and thinking about what I want my future to look like. If I could design it, it would look something like this.
I want to live in a smaller city close to Barcelona. Madrid just...for lack of a clear word in English, Madrid me agobia. Me agota. Barcelona potentially has the same problem. Valencia was the right size for me, a big city (around 1 million), but it didn't feel it. I know Catalunya and/or Valencia are calling my name.
I want to write. I'm not sure if the master is in my future, but I would love it if my novels sell and I had money to live off that. If I teach, it's going to have to be more private lessons. How do I do this legally so I can have my visa and stuff? I know I need to travel.
I want a boyfriend/husband to share my life and my travels with. And two golden retrievers.
I don't know how to make all this happen. I have my first novel finished. I need some time to do a bit of editing and then figure out how to get it published. If that sold, and I became the next Christopher Rice...that would solve a whole lot of problems.
Dreaming...sometimes, it seems that's all I do.
Friday, August 19, 2011
mis cambios
Want to make God laugh? Tell Him your plans." -Amores perros
What a summer it has been. My laptop died, summer camp was so hectic and felt like a prison more than a camp, I didn't get the grant to study in Barcelona. But then I was offered a job in Madrid at the same time...a step up from the one I had but more or less the same.
It seems fate has decided that I have to face my demons of Madrid, and of that, there are plenty. I am having problems finding a place to live as I am worried about another situation like the one of two years ago. I am continuously haunted by that unrequieted love I thought I had long moved past. I am wanting to fall in love and meet someone, yet am tempted by the promiscuous behaviour that plagued me the last time in Madrid. I am armed with the job to keep me busy, the gym which I will join as soon as I find a flat, catalan classes and energy to work on my novel...I am planning on beating depression and low self-esteem for good. And save up money so the máster in Barcelona will become reality.
For some reason, I think destiny will have me ending up in Catalunya. I just feel...I don't know. It just seems to be calling me. It was in Barcelona where I decided I had to come to Spain to live way back in 2003. However, everyone warned me about the catalans, how evil they were. And I believed the lie until 2009 when I went to Barcelona with my friend Ashley, and I completely fell in love with the city again. I feel at one with the sea and with the catalan culture and language. M'agrada molt el català (i el valencià...és ho mateix!) I can't explain it. I just feel called to there.
However, I obviously have to work on all the unfinished issues I have in Madrid. Things will be different this time around. I already have found a group of cristianos gays that I have started going to. I'm trying to be more social and go out more. I'm trying to find this perfect flat with decent flatmates in Chamberi. I want this to be a kickass year.
Before leaving Valencia in June, I met this beautiful, amazing guy...who I shall call Andaluz Mosby. He was intelligent and a nomad like me, always travelling, wanting to see and experience new things. It was doomed from the start because we were both leaving Valencia. However, he got my hopes up and showed me that there is a possibility of having a connection with someone. I know I worry that I'm never going to meet anyone, and I am quite obsessed with the fact that I will turn 30 in December and still have never had a boyfriend...but...surely there is some guy out there, right?
The camp this year...while there was fun had, it was just too much. 200 kids, a month long in a place that felt like prison, not really able to leave the site because of stupid Castilla La Mancha laws...I became a vegetarian for two weeks, and they sort of forgot to include protien in the vegetarian meals. No, not like it's important or anything. So on top of all the stress, I was extra tired from no protein.
I think if I keep in mind who I am and what I want, I can make this year into the best yet and totally forget about the badness and toxicity of 2009-2010. Or at least, that's what I hope.
Maybe this time I'll even find the bar where all the vampires are hiding? :)
Saturday, June 4, 2011
el meu any passat
Another year has come to a close, and I cannot believe how quickly time is passing by. On Ally McBeal, the Biscuit's Mother said that if at the end of the year, you don't break down crying, either from pain or happiness, then it has been a wasted year.
I can honestly say that I can break down crying for both reasons. And by coincidence, "Searchin' My Soul", the Ally McBeal theme song, just came on.
It has been a difficult year. Financial issues (being paid late, not being paid enough to live, cancelling trips) were the least of my concerns when my mom suffered a heart attack in the middle of les Falles. (She's doing much better now, for the record). Loneliness, depression and anxiety continued to be major themes of my life. Not to mention the visa issues the Comunitat Valencia has given me.
When I arrived in Valencia on 1 August, within the first five minutes I lost my mobile phone. Was it in the taxi or metro, I'll never know. I never found it. That set the tone. By the end of the week, I had caught sunstroke (insolación). It just set a run of bad luck that has continued throughout the end.
However, despite all that, Valencia has had some amazing stuff. I worked at the best school I have worked at. I felt, for the first time, integrated into the school. The students were typical Spanish students, but I enjoyed working with them, and I had the best colleagues.
I also discovered the gym, which has been my saving grace. What would I have done without Body Combat? What did I do before the gym?
I also discovered How I Met Your Mother.
Looking back at Madrid, I had nothing going for me. Unrequieted crush, horrible living situation, horrible work situation...looking back in Linares...I didn't know what I had. The school was definitely better than Madrid, but not quite as good as La Vall. All the memories of Linares have turned to fond memories, whereas the memories of Madrid are a sordid blur of disappointment, hurt and angst. I think Valencia will become like Linares...the good overweighing the bad when I look back on my time here.
And the time has gone by.
What does the future look like? Any number of things can happen.
1. This is what I am hoping for. To receive funding to study at the Universitat Autònoma de Barcelona and finally get my master in Spanish.
2. If that falls through and I cannot get student loans, I may throw my hat into the auxiliar ring again, aiming for a place in the north (Catalunya, País Vasco, Navarra, etc.)
3. Go back to the States, work substitute teaching and at Starbucks to save money.
4. Find a job in the States teaching Spanish.
I would like at least one more year in Spain. The more I stay in this country, the more I fall in love with it. There are so many undiscovered places I still have yet to see. I would be incredibly stoked if God blessed me with another year here. But I think long-term sees me teaching Spanish in the States...unsure whether it´ll be at high school or university level. Time will tell.
I can say that while I'll miss certain things about Valencia...the best is yet to come. I have a feeling in my heart it's going to be Barcelona. I better use that valenciano I've learned this year to learn how to stay "Visca Catalunya", eh?
And who knows...maybe El Principe Azul is awaiting my arrival in Barcelona...who knows what is in store.
I can honestly say that I can break down crying for both reasons. And by coincidence, "Searchin' My Soul", the Ally McBeal theme song, just came on.
It has been a difficult year. Financial issues (being paid late, not being paid enough to live, cancelling trips) were the least of my concerns when my mom suffered a heart attack in the middle of les Falles. (She's doing much better now, for the record). Loneliness, depression and anxiety continued to be major themes of my life. Not to mention the visa issues the Comunitat Valencia has given me.
When I arrived in Valencia on 1 August, within the first five minutes I lost my mobile phone. Was it in the taxi or metro, I'll never know. I never found it. That set the tone. By the end of the week, I had caught sunstroke (insolación). It just set a run of bad luck that has continued throughout the end.
However, despite all that, Valencia has had some amazing stuff. I worked at the best school I have worked at. I felt, for the first time, integrated into the school. The students were typical Spanish students, but I enjoyed working with them, and I had the best colleagues.
I also discovered the gym, which has been my saving grace. What would I have done without Body Combat? What did I do before the gym?
I also discovered How I Met Your Mother.
Looking back at Madrid, I had nothing going for me. Unrequieted crush, horrible living situation, horrible work situation...looking back in Linares...I didn't know what I had. The school was definitely better than Madrid, but not quite as good as La Vall. All the memories of Linares have turned to fond memories, whereas the memories of Madrid are a sordid blur of disappointment, hurt and angst. I think Valencia will become like Linares...the good overweighing the bad when I look back on my time here.
And the time has gone by.
What does the future look like? Any number of things can happen.
1. This is what I am hoping for. To receive funding to study at the Universitat Autònoma de Barcelona and finally get my master in Spanish.
2. If that falls through and I cannot get student loans, I may throw my hat into the auxiliar ring again, aiming for a place in the north (Catalunya, País Vasco, Navarra, etc.)
3. Go back to the States, work substitute teaching and at Starbucks to save money.
4. Find a job in the States teaching Spanish.
I would like at least one more year in Spain. The more I stay in this country, the more I fall in love with it. There are so many undiscovered places I still have yet to see. I would be incredibly stoked if God blessed me with another year here. But I think long-term sees me teaching Spanish in the States...unsure whether it´ll be at high school or university level. Time will tell.
I can say that while I'll miss certain things about Valencia...the best is yet to come. I have a feeling in my heart it's going to be Barcelona. I better use that valenciano I've learned this year to learn how to stay "Visca Catalunya", eh?
And who knows...maybe El Principe Azul is awaiting my arrival in Barcelona...who knows what is in store.
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