HELLO!!!
I’m officially sorry to all of those people that I told I would post on here constantly and have it be an easy way to stay in touch with me. I’ve slacked off a bit. Okay… a lot, but it’s because I’ve been having a great time travelling around Europe and enjoying the little time I have left in Spain. And as I was warned in anthropology class, I’ve had a massive case of culture shock that has led to some inner reflection on practically everything.
My last post was about internships. To make this a short story, I don’t have one for this summer. Being up front with companies and telling them you are abroad, and that you are willing to do a phone and or Skype interview, does not go over well and nobody responds to you. I think forget about you much quicker than they would if you were in the States. I’ve applied to around 20-30 different internships between official ones, contacting businesses etc. Nobody responded before the funding deadline my school has so therefore I am without an internship. I have to do something this summer that is paid. I’m trying not to think about it too hard because there is nothing extremely productive I can really do while I’m abroad. I’ve looked into some local bank jobs and will probably end up applying to those and maybe volunteer somewhere.
Wow, so I definitely have a lot to fill everyone in on since March 15th! As the good (quarter) Irishman I am, some other Preshquitos and I celebrated St. Patty’s Day in all the local Irish Pubs here in Córdoba. There are a total of 3. It was a great night full of shenanigans and U2 cover bands. (Photo Credit: Kristen R.)

The next big event that happened was a trip to Portugal with two of my friends from the program. Katlin, Kristen and I took a train to Sevilla and then an overnight bus into Lisbon to meet up with my Wheaton and West Springfield friend Erin and her two friends from her study abroad program in Cork, Ireland. I personally thought Lisbon was a quaint, ‘old-world’ port city and I wish I had more time to explore the different neighborhoods. We spent a lot of time going to the attractions around Lisbon, and it wasn’t until the last day or two that we found the nice section of downtown.
(Photo Credit: Katlin M.)

The Barrio Alto is literally like a college frat party on steroids. This section of the city, that is reached after a hike up a hill, is mostly bars and little restaurants and at night turns into a bustling area of college tourists and people under the age of maybe 35 from around the world. We ate at a traditional Portuguese family-run hole-in-the-wall and then one of the nights did the bar crawl with the hostel we stayed in. In addition to the nightlife we went to three of the main attractions around the capital, Cascais, Sintra, and Belem. Cascais is a beach town and was the perfect place to rest after the day of travelling it took to get to Portugal. Sintra was a really cool place that has an abundance of castles from various time periods. The one we went to was multicolored and looked fake; it looked like something out of Candyland. While we were in the town we went to a café for lunch and ran into a fellow American. The wife of the owner was from Ludlow, MA! It was kind of another surreal lesson on how small the world really is. We also went to Belem where they have a massive monastery and a floating fortress. They’re also known for their pastries which I highly recommend. They’re delicious!



The bus ride home was a little interesting. First off, Erin and her friends didn’t book any tickets home on the only bus that leaves each night back to Spain. We looked online and the bus was sold out, but luckily the hostel receptionist knew the language and talked with the company and there was a cancellation. They had to go and catch the bus immediately. The three Preshquitos were a little less stressed out because we had booked tickets, but once we went to check in, we found out Kristen had booked the bus for the day after we were leaving. We had to plead with the ticket lady and then the bus driver to let her on the sold out bus. As we were pleading, Erin starts knocking on the window! Anyways, so after a nail biting experience and brainstorming about what we’d do if we couldn’t all leave that night, we all got on the bus. One of the seats was a cushion on the floor of the bus: classy.


After that we had a week and a half of classes and and a trip to Granada. Yes, I did eat a granada (pomegranate) in Granada. We saw the Alhambra and the Geralife and the city was pretty as well.


Then came Semana Santa, aka Easter Week. Classes were cancelled and everybody went on a vacation. I ended up going to see my cousin Ali and her boyfriend Victor in Montpellier, France. That was a fun trip on which I realized two things: one, I can’t speak French at all anymore and two, I needed a siesta every day. What am I going to do when I get back to the US?! Haha The city was cute and reminded me a little of Córdoba because it was a city but at the same time it was small enough to see everything. I ate a lot of cheese and drank French wine. I needed the stereotypical French meals. We also went ice skating one day which was a lot of fun. Ali and I tried copying the cool guys who clearly have been skating forever to little avail. Instead we rocked out to the techno music and tried to perfect our spins. I went to the museum in town and saw Courbet’s painting The Meeting which I remember studying in art history class at Wheaton. We also went to the beach one day on her bikes. I felt like I got a lot of exercise in after being really lazy for the past few weeks.


My flight home was a little different and I flew out of Marseille into Valencia instead of Sevilla. I got to spend the night and the following day in Valencia which is a beautiful city. I really enjoyed it and it was nice to have a full day there. I took complete advantage of it and went into the churches, museums, markets, and got to see the Ciudad de las Artes y Ciencias designed by Santiago Calatrava. It was definitely something out of a science fiction movie.


The day I was there was also the day of the Real Madrid v. Barcelona game and the whole city was abuzz. I walked around the stadium to experience it and I also got free Real Madrid paraphernalia because I walked through their pre-game celebration. Also here is a picture of a meat market in case you don't believe me on the importance of jamon.


I took another overnight bus back to Córdoba because I wanted to be back in time to see the pasos. These are the floats on which they place the Virgin Mary and Jesus statues and parade them through the town. Unfortunately, once I got back the weather was miserable. It started to rain for a week in Córdoba. There was nothing to really do because you didn’t want to walk around in the pouring rain. All of the pasos got cancelled which is uncommon. Our grammar professor told us that in Sevilla it was the first time in 80 years that one of the Virgins hadn’t left. Oh well. I watched a few of them on TV that were taking place in other parts of Spain.
That pretty much brings me up to date. The month of May is essentially one big party. I feel like I’m back in Provincetown because each week is themed. The first week was Las Cruces, then Los Patios, right now is the Cata de Vino, and then Feria. Mom and Dan visited during Las Cruces and I got to show them around the city (in the rain). We made up for the semi-bad weather by going to the Arab Baths and eating our way through the city. Los Patios are pretty and the flower lovers will be jealous. All of the old, and some of the newer complexes, have these patios that they deck out in flowers and then open it up to the public. It’s a competition and every year it’s usually the same people who win—kind of unfair if you ask me. I spent an afternoon walking around with some of my Italian and German friends and we got to see some of the winning patios. This weekend we get to go to the pueblo of my former teacher’s assistant from Wheaton for a Romeria. It’s a type of pilgrimage where we dress up in traditional flamenco outfits and then walk like 6 miles to the fairgrounds and then celebrate the city’s saint. Or at least that’s what I understand. I’m bringing my camera and will update you all with pictures.
The semester is quickly ending and it’s almost time to head home. As much as I love Spain, I am definitely ready to have my big iced coffee from Dunkin Donuts. The little café con leches that I nurse for an hour here aren’t cutting it.