Thursday, March 14, 2013

Fulbrighters, you impress me.

I had been hearing about mid-year conference since orientation. The renewed Fulbrighter kept promoting it as a great chance to see all the Fulbrighters again and to hear about everyone's progress. Her enthusiasm was convincing, so I figured it had to be good.

Then the program arrived. And it listed non-stop activities/events, including:
  • an hour of opening speeches from the same people who have given us opening speeches 3 times already
  • senior researcher presentations
  • a talent show
  • small group meetings to evaluate the work load
  • side project presentations
  • a 2.5 hour walking tour
  • a cocktail party with ex-grantees from Spain 
  • small group discussions about the differences between Spain/Andorra (who knows where that is?!) and the U.S.A
  • MORE side project presentations
  • a 4 hour field trip to Fuendetodos (Population: 170)
Let's just say that my expectations dropped dramatically. I packed a few assignments to grade and a brand new Sharpie pen for doodling.

I was also unsure about what to expect in regards to interactions with other Fulbrighters. I had spent 5 months essentially avoiding them, determined not to fall into a "click" of Fulbrighters. Thus, three days of small talk with about 100 of them didn't seem too appealing.

Last, but not least, I was extremely "encouraged" when I told one of the English teachers from Ramiro de Maeztu that I was going to Zaragoza for the weekend and she responded with, "Oh... Zaragoza. I don't think it's very beautiful."

Sounds like we have a stellar 3 days ahead of us, folks.

Definitely not very beautiful.

However, as you may have guessed, or at least hoped, my experience at the conference was overwhelmingly positive. 

The conference started early for Napala, Dan, and I. We arrived on an earlier train than the rest of the group and took advantage of the time to "dar un paseo" through downtown Zaragoza.

A few brief comments on Zaragoza:
  1. There are TWO Spanish lisps in this city name. This meant that many people (cough, cough, Napala!) went great lengths to avoid saying the city's name.
  2. It's the 5th largest city in Spain (after Madrid, Barcelona, Valencia, and Sevilla). This means I've hit the top 5!
  3. The University was pretty excited to be hosting us. They even wrote an article about us, which I was interviewed for! If you speak Spanish, here's the link.

Making new friends

Napala and I with la Catedral-Basílica de Nuestra Señora del Pilar in the background. The churches in Zaragoza are another World Heritage Site because of their Mudéjar (influenced heavily by Moorish art/architecture) style.

The weather was gorgeous on Wednesday morning, which made up for the fact that it rained during our 2.5 hour walking tour the next day. 

When we got back to the hotel, there was a bit of confusion about how the three of us had gotten there. One of our friends got confused and thought Fulbright didn't let us participate in the group train reservation. What really happened was that we wanted to take advantage of being North to go to Bilbao for the weekend, so we booked our own tickets.

Well this was all fine and dandy, but you may be wondering: What about the actual conference? I think I'll sum it up with this statement:  The other Fulbrighters are impressive people. 

People blew me away with their side projects and research projects. I learned about how the indigenous languages in the U.S. compare with the regional languages of Spain. I heard the best explanation of the economical crisis to date. I was enlightened about the mushroom hunting culture in Spain. 

And, as some of you may remember from my orientation post, I learned a little bit about the Spanish siesta. So far, it seems likely that Spaniards base their short nap off of the ideas of Salvador Dali, who thought the initial stages of slumber provoked creativity. Newscientist explains his sleeping method: 

He would sit with a key in one hand, poised above a metal plate placed on the floor, and let sleep take him. As soon as he began to slumber in earnest, the key would slip from his fingers and clang against the plate – waking him immediately.

One of the Spaniards the Fulbrighter interviewed explained this process almost exactly, except for falling asleep with his fork in his hand instead of a key. That is definitely not my approach to a nap. I want to be in REM cycle... otherwise I'll just power on and try and catch a few extra z's during the night. But perhaps it does foster creativity. How else would you come up with the idea for so many melting clocks on beach?

Salvador Dali's "The Persistence of Memory"

Throughout the three days, I also got a chance to talk to people that I hadn't talked to since I got here. It was interesting to hear how grantees had integrated themselves into different regions/countries and their varied interpretations of Spanish culture.

Particularly interesting to me was the discussion about how community is manifested in different ways in different countries. While the U.S. is typically seen as a patriotic country and its citizens take pride in being part of such an influential and developed country, my students are embarrassed about the image of Spain in the global context; they have little to no patriotism. It seems to me that they forget that the Spanish people are worth being proud of and that they are, in fact, part of a greater community. One great example of this is the Spanish locksmiths and firefighters who refused to evict people from their homes when they lost them to the banks. The firefighters argued that their job is to save people from danger, not put them into it. Talk about standing up for justice for your community members!

Overall, my conversations with the other Fulbrighters made me realize that they are doing a wide variety of amazing things. They inspired me to give my volunteering project another try and to learn about some new aspects of Spanish culture. I'm stoked about the next few months!

Last but not least...  Fuendetodos. The field trip to Francisco Goya's birth town was the last activity of the conference. As I said earlier, the population is about 170 people. Luckily they some visitors, about 25,000 every year.

The museum there features many of Goya's Caprichos, or cartoons. The Caprichos show his interpretation of Spanish society, mostly criticisms. We also looked at a print series commenting on the disasters of war. It was really interesting, but also slightly depressing because of Goya's pessimistic interpretations of Spanish culture.

El sueño de la razón produce monstruos
The sleep of reason produces monsters

As I mentioned earlier, Napala, Dan, and I bought our own train tickets so that we could go to Bilbao after the conference. Thus, we headed to the bus station at 5:30 AM Saturday morning to take the next leg of our journey.

Once in Bilbao, we spent the morning enjoying our cafés con leche and sitting by the river, mostly because Napala's and my Airbnb hosts weren't home. So we moved around from plaza to park bench, homeless for a few hours.

 Baggage and all

But, we can't complain. Because this is more or less what we were looking at...

The Guggenheim and el Río Nervión

After a while though, we decided to throw in the towel, check in at Dan's hostel, and head off to the beach. This was a "pretty good" consolation prize. (The original prize would've been being with almost my entire family in Ohio enjoying a Rogers-style staycation.)


My teacher didn't think Bilbao was very pretty either...


Last, but not least, we enjoyed Bilbao's pintxos. We managed to stumble upon the street of 40-50 year old hangouts, which meant we were eating some high qualitiy pintxos. Soooooo delicious.

Just three of the many artistic morsels we consumed on Saturday night.

All in all, mid-year was a success. It was a great reminder of the cultural exchange I am here to promote and a fun way to spend a few days out of Madrid! Next stop: Poland!

Much love,
Amber

Wednesday, March 6, 2013

How to have a great birthday

Of course, there is no set formula for having a great birthday. But with 23 years of birthday experience, I do have a few suggestions...

1. Dance

Ever since I was in 10th grade, I have danced on my birthday. In high school, my birthday always fell on the weekend of our school musical. Thus, I was always dressed up as something ridiculous: a cat (Cats), a fork (Beauty & the Beast), or a girl from the 1950s/1960s (West Side Story... this one actually wasn't so bad!)

Then, at Hope College, my birthday was always during the week or weekend of our faculty dance concert. This brought about some ridiculous outfits as well, but the crimped hair had nothing to compare with the spandex cat suit.

Birthday costumes over the years...

Anyway, this year I also got a chance to dance on my birthday. On Friday morning (stuffed with a wonderful breakfast... more on that later), I waddled into Karen Taft for my first rehearsal with Barbara Fritsche. Over the next 2 months, 2 of the scholarship girls at the academy and I will be rehearsing to help create a 5-10 minute piece for Barbara's repertoire. There are no plans to perform it anywhere, but when we record it, I'll try to get permission to send it to those who are interested.

Nevertheless, the most important part of this was that I got to move and create and be artistic on the day that celebrates my being. What better way to bring in a new year of life but to use my body in the way it was created?

2. Stop to smell the flowers

This first requires having flowers. Numerous times over the past few years, my brother or Dad has sent flowers to my apartment or school to celebrate my birthday. However, this year, when I got a call telling me that I had a flower delivery, I was thoroughly confused. They don't speak any Spanish. How in the world had one of them managed to order flowers?

I had to wait until 17:00 to find out who the flowers were from since I was at rehearsal in the morning and then the shop was closed for siesta. But I didn't mind a bit of suspense in my life. When the flowers did arrive, I was blown out of the water because the senders were quite unexpected. They were from Napala's and my good friends, Dan and Juan! What sweet boys :)

They claim that the flowers don't compare to the puzzles that I gifted in the past, but I beg to differ. 

 So pretty!

Now, every time I enter my room, I pause for a second, smell the flowers, and smile, thinking of the wonderful friends I have.

3. Spend time with friends

When I first considered this birthday, I thought I would ignore it. I haven't been here for that long and I didn't want to make a big deal of the day.

But then, after talking to Napala, I decided it would be worth trying to organize a dinner to hang out with my friends. So, I sent a WhatsApp to Dan and Juan, Napala (who would've guessed that she made the list?!), Erica (a fellow Michigander), Juan (a reverse Fulbrighter), and the house church. And believe it or not, almost everyone came! So on Thursday night, I got to have dinner with 15 friends (plus baby Noah!) from all different parts of my Madrid experience. It was better than anything I could've asked for.

Then, on Friday morning, Kara invited Liz and I over for a birthday breakfast. French toast, mini egg bakes, coffee, and orange juice: oh my! A great way to start off any day, especially a birthday! Especially because it was such an unexpected demonstration of love and generosity. And it included more time with friends :)

Now you understand why I waddled into dance rehearsal...

4. Allow yourself to be overwhelmed by gifts you don't deserve

So many people went out of their way to make my birthday special this year. (My parents both sent me packages from the states for goodness sake! And with Skype, my Dad could even watch me open them! What did they ever do without technology...) It's so humbling to know these people are so kind to me when I have done nothing to deserve it. Whether they intend it or not, I am reminded by all of them of Christ's unfailing love for us.

Napala got quite crafty! The shadowbox is filled with pictures and ticket stubs of our European adventures.

The most surprising gift of all, however, came from my students. Tired and slightly overwhelmed with getting ready for the week, I arrived late to my first class on Monday with little enthusiasm. (I was about to teach William Blake's "The Tyger" to less than excited students with a less than exciting lesson plan.) Then, a student interrupted my first instructions to tell me that Fabiola wanted to meet with all of the kids from Global Classroooms to congratulate them. A little bummed about missing my break and tired of so many meetings, I reluctantly agreed to one last gathering.

And I'm very glad I did (but equally embarrassed of my reluctance!). When I walked into the room, I was greeted with the largest card I have ever received, addressed to "The Delegation of Amber." The kids had all signed it and written sweet, thankful messages. Boy was I overwhelmed! (There are balloons stapled to the side... you would be too!)

And the messages inside are even better.

Then, two girls came running in with 2 muffins (mmmmmm, muffins) to serve as a cake. Apparently they wanted to bring a candle to put in one, but someone forget, so I blew out a ceremonial lighter. (No, I did not ask why the 14-year old had a lighter.) And they bought me gifts. What?!? They are setting unrealistic standards for my future students! I laughed as the girls told me about how they had gone into Hermes, thinking they would buy me a nice scarf since I often wear one to school... then they realized that one scarf costs 300 €. Hilareous. They then kept me laughing by recounting the stories about WhatsApp conversations (mostly about the cute boys) that they are having with all the other "delegates" from the conference.

How did I get to work with such great kids?

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When Kara asked me on Thursday night about my most memorable birthday, I couldn't pick one. The surprise Sweet 16 party and Disney-themed 18th birthday dinner party are difficult to compare with the 20 hours I spent with my Dad on my 21st birthday (he drove to MI for the day) and the many trips my mom made to see me dance on my birthday. And now I have another memorable birthday to add to the list. So thank you to all who made March 1st wonderful! These Fulbright adventures never cease to surprise me... but mostly because they are filled with great people like you!

Thursday, February 28, 2013

Global Classrooms Madrid 2013


According to United Nations Association of the United States of America, "Global Classrooms is an innovative educational program that engages middle school and high school students in an exploration of current world issues through interactive simulations and curricular materials. Global Classrooms cultivates literacy, life skills and the attitudes necessary for active citizenship."

This is great in theory. But how do you convince 75 students that five paragraph essay organization, parallel sentence structure, effective research strategies, public speaking skills, and parliamentary procedure are worthwhile skills? More importantly, how do you convince them that it is cool enough to be worth spending some of their recreos (half hour breaks in the school day) hanging out with me preparing for the conference? How do you make them want to send draft after draft of their essays to me? I'm not exactly sure, but I can tell you that it took a lot of enthusiasm.

Having 75 students throughout the Global Classrooms process was both a blessing and a curse. The large classes made it easier to have varied debates and to include a wide range of countries, simulating the conference experience. It also allowed me my choice of the 12 most prepared, most eager students. However, as with anything of this nature, there were tears when students were not chosen (crying because they can't do any more research papers?!) and others that sat through the 4 month process without ever turning a single assignment in. And of course, having 75 students meant that I had a few more position papers to correct than the Fulbrighter who had 13 students. (Though I'm sure it was easier to pick 12 students out of 75 than to tell 1 student that he/she would be the only one not going.)

Anyway, through thick and thin, Fabiola (my cooperating teacher) and I pushed through and WE MADE IT. Sitting in my apartment in my pajamas, I am happy that it happened and happy that it's over.

Yesterday, we went to La Asamblea, Madrid's main legislative building, for the opening ceremonies. Contrary to the standard of Spaniards arriving late, we arrived over an hour before the beginning of the 45 minute arrival window they gave us. Luckily, there was a mall across the street and the principal of the school wasn't bothered by students wandering around by themselves while we drank a café con helado from McDonalds. (They were wearing suits, after all. How much trouble could they possibly get into?)

When it was finally time to enter, we got our first (of many) group pictures...

The students posing with the good luck cards I wrote them :) They hid them behind their backs for the official photo and then whipped them out when it was time for the photo with my camera.

Then we got inside, where we waited for almost another hour for the thrilling (sarcasm? noooooooo...) speeches to start.

Well, you can take the high schooler out of the high school... but you can't take the high scool out of the high schooler...

La Asamblea de Madrid (Madrid's principal legislative building)

As we were listening to speeches from members of the Comunidad de Madrid, representatives from the U.S. embassy, Fulbright officials, etc., I was thrown off by the reoccurring statements saying that these students are the future. I thought I was the future. I mean, I remember sitting in my National Honor Society induction, being told about the problems with the melting glaciers and how it was up to us to solve the problem of the polar bears. Am I getting old?! 23 is just around the corner....

It's weird to think I'm now helping to raise up the next generation. And although I still have my entire career ahead of me, it's funny to think that my chosen profession focuses on helping teenagers figure out how they want to change the world. Besides my students from student teaching and the kids at UB, these are the first kids that I have really gotten to know and to influence from a professional position. I must admit, I rather like it. I can't even begin to imagine the great things these kids will do with their lives and I am proud to have been a part (however small) of their journey.

Okay, okay. Enough of the sappy business. Here the top 10 highlights of the conference:
  1. Walking to school at 6:45 AM this morning reminded me to be thankful that I don't have a "real job" yet. It's dark out at that time!
  2. The kids looked sharp! The boys were rocking the suits and my girls dressed very appropriately... no bubble gum pink 6 inch heels or 3 inch skirts like some of the other students we saw.
  3. I got to meet a few of the kids parents, who greeted me with, "Oh! You're Amber! We've heard so much about you!" (They assured me that it was all good, though we can never know....) 
  4. In our extra time this morning, the students excitedly reviewed their opening speeches, implementing dramatic phrasing and well-rehearsed hand gestures. It was quite a sight to see in the middle of the sidewalk at 7:45 AM.
  5. It snowed for a few hours as we began the conference today. It made Las Acacias (a big, old complex where educational meetings are held) look like a wonderland!
  6. Students from the other schools blew me away with their opening speeches, debating, and note passing in my debate room. The only disappointment was that nobody tried to pass a love note... they realized we were serious when we said Río would read them all.
  7. I was beyond impressed with the seriousness attitude with which all of the students approached the conference. They took the issues of Orphans and Vulnerable Children and Scarcity of Freshwater Resources seriously and really searched for plausible solutions to the problems.
  8. The girls all became convinced that I am in love with my friend, Dan, who was also at the conference. They started by making comments like, "Don't think we didn't see that..." and ended making heart motions towards us until Dan gave them a thumbs up.
  9. On the other hand, the same girls enjoyed pointing out their new crushes to me. Then, when one of the boys won an award, my student turned around and said, "Beauty and brains! He has it all!"
  10. And, last but not least, one of the pairs won best delegation for their conference! WAHOO!
So yes, Global Classrooms is an intense program that requires a great deal of work from all parties involved. But when the student representative from last years' conference recounted the advice given to him, I knew it was all worth it.

We will be the voices of the future. 
But we have to speak up so we can be the voices of the present.

 The voices of IES Ramiro de Maeztu
Global Classrooms is an innovative educational program that engages middle school and high school students in an exploration of current world issues through interactive simulations and curricular materials. Global Classrooms cultivates literacy, life skills and the attitudes necessary for active citizenship. - See more at: http://www.unausa.org/global-classrooms-model-un/about-global-classrooms-model-un#sthash.M15yWvjO.dpuf
Global Classrooms is an innovative educational program that engages middle school and high school students in an exploration of current world issues through interactive simulations and curricular materials. Global Classrooms cultivates literacy, life skills and the attitudes necessary for active citizenship. - See more at: http://www.unausa.org/global-classrooms-model-un/about-global-classrooms-model-un#sthash.M15yWvjO.dpuf
Global Classrooms is an innovative educational program that engages middle school and high school students in an exploration of current world issues through interactive simulations and curricular materials. Global Classrooms cultivates literacy, life skills and the attitudes necessary for active citizenship. - See more at: http://www.unausa.org/global-classrooms-model-un/about-global-classrooms-model-un#sthash.M15yWvjO.dpuf
Global Classrooms is an innovative educational program that engages middle school and high school students in an exploration of current world issues through interactive simulations and curricular materials. Global Classrooms cultivates literacy, life skills and the attitudes necessary for active citizenship. - See more at: http://www.unausa.org/global-classrooms-model-un/about-global-classrooms-model-un#sthash.M15yWvjO.dpuf

Thursday, February 14, 2013

Sendas. Paths.

I've left you in suspense for weeks. Many of you have probably had problems sleeping at night, twisting and turning, wondering endlessly about why I _________.

Okay, most of you have no idea what I'm talking about. (But Uncle Jack does!). I'm pleased to finally tell you that I rented, drove, and safely returned a car this past weekend. My house church (Sendas, meaning "paths") and I headed off to the thriving metropolis of Alameda del Valle, population 244. Let's just say there are not too many public transportation options for traveling there. Hence, the car rental.

The weekend was absolutely wonderful. We sat next to the crackling fireplace, ate massive homemade meals around the table, and engaged in heated rounds of some of my favorite games (Bonanza, Bananagrams, Taboo, oh my!). Can it get any better than that?

Here are some snapshots of our weekend away from the city...

Preparing to eat our first meal around the table... some dang good nachos!

 
We all took turns cooking and cleaning... even Liz :) If this were a video clip you would be hearing, "Take a picture... it will last longer..."


We enjoyed an afternoon walking the paths in Rascafría, the pueblo about 3 km down the road.

“The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity... and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself.”
- William Blake 

“I like this place and could willingly waste my time in it.” 
- William Shakespeare

Boys being boys... SNOWBALL FIGHT!

"Working out" in the park...

And, then there was the Poohsticks game, which we played on our Sunday morning walk through Alameda del Valle. According to just-pooh.com (an extremely informative and official website), the game was invented as follows:

Pooh had just come to the bridge; and not looking where he was going, he tripped over something, and the fir-cone jerked out of his paw into the river. 'Bother,' said Pooh, as it floated slowly under the bridge, and he went back to get another fir-cone which had a rhyme to it. But then he thought that he would just look at the river instead, because it was a peaceful sort of day, so he lay down and looked at it, and it slipped slowly away beneath him, and suddenly, there was his fir-cone slipping away too.

'That's funny,' said Pooh. 'I dropped it on the other side,' said Pooh, 'and it came out on this side! I wonder if it would do it again?' And he went back for some more fir-cones. It did. It kept on doing it. Then he dropped two in at once, and leant over the bridge to see which of them would come out first; and one of them did; but as they were both the same size, he didn't know if it was the one which he wanted to win, or the other one. So the next time he dropped one big one and one little one, and the big one came out first, which was what he had said it would do, and the little one came out last, which was what he had said it would do, so he had won twice ... and when he went home for tea, he had won thirty-six and lost twenty-eight, which meant that he was - that he had - well, you take twenty-eight from thirty-six, and that's what he was. Instead of the other way round.

And that was the beginning of the game called Poohsticks, which Pooh invented, and which he and his friends used to play on the edge of the Forest. But they played with sticks instead of fir-cones, because they were easier to mark.

So Liz suggested we play!

Dropping the stick

 And they're off!

 Run, run, run...

  BUT, to be honest, I don't know who won...

   An early-morning walk is a blessing for the whole day.
- Henry David Thoreau

 
“I think having land and not ruining it is the most beautiful art that anybody could ever want.”
  - Andy Warhol

All in all, the weekend was a great farewell to our massive house church that has now split into two groups. The time spent in community with people who challenge me reminded me of the creativity of God. He provides the unforeseeable, often in ways that we don't expect.

I didn't anticipate having such a great faith community in Madrid. My last experience in Spain exposed me to the overwhelming apathy towards Catholicism (and oblivion of Protestantism) gave me little hope for "spiritual" relationships this year. But in moving to a new country for a year (most likely two... sliding in that little life update), God knew I needed a family in Christ. Sendas has proven to me the truth of Romans 8:32: "He who did not spare his own Son, but gave him up for us all--how will he not also, along with him, graciously give us all things?"

He will give us all things. Friends. Food. Jobs. Challenges. A sense of home.
He can create all things. New relationships. A fresh start. The answer to our prayers.

Even when, especially when, we least expect it.

"But making light... I mean when you think about it, it's really something," Ozzie said. "Anyway, I asked Binder if He could make all that in six days, and He could pick the six days he wanted right out of nowhere, why couldn't He let a woman have a baby without having intercourse."... "I mean no kidding around," Ozzie said, "that'd really be nothing. After all that other stuff, that'd practically be nothing." (excerpt from "The Conversion of the Jews")

The faith of a child reminds us that everything that we doubt as a possibility would "really be nothing" for God.

Much love,
Amber

Monday, January 28, 2013

I wasn't disappointed in the least.

PARIS. (Flash mental image of the Eiffel Tower surrounded by people in berets... am I right?)

To be honest, before Napala and I booked our flights, I wasn't that excited about going to Paris. Everyone makes such a big deal about it that I thought I could only be disappointed. A huge city where monuments are completely spread out and every restaurant seems to be a tourist trap? No, thank you.

But after hearing about Paris from so many different people, Napala and I decided we should check it out for ourselves. We bought cheap tickets, kept our expectations low, and gathered lists from friends about what to do and eat. And in the end, we were far from disappointed.

Our initial arrival, however, was less than ideal. We got into the airport around 11:00 PM and began to navigate public transportation to get into the city. After finding out the train was closed, we got on a bus (it seemed like a rented party bus but it got us to our next stop), which was followed by a different train (which remained stationary for over 10 minutes after its departure time, convincing everyone that they were on the wrong train and causing them to switch trains... only to switch back a few minutes later), and finally found our way onto the metro (where we were repeatedly bothered by two old men asking for money and swearing at us in English when we ignored their French).

Thankfully, we had Matthew (another auxiliar from my school who did the auxiliar program in Paris for two years) to guide us through this long journey. But transportation was not all that Matthew had to offer. (In fact this was probably his high point with getting from one place to another. As the weekend went on, we realized that directions are not his strong suite.) He was a wealth of knowledge of all the best spots for hot chocolate, macarons, duck, crepes, falafel, and... oh wait that's all food. Okay, we did see some museums and national monuments too, which he told us all about as we walked through the city. But enough with words, you probably want to see what I did for the past 3 days...

Day 1

After 5 short hours of sleep, we all dragged ourselves out of bed to get in line for the Eiffel Tower. Since we had heard there would be such a line, we aimed to get there a half hour before it opened. Napala and I got a little backed up because our airbnb hosts (check out how pinterest their apartment was!) were trying to get ready for work at the same time as we were trying to get ready for our adventures. Luckily Matthew got there on time and we ended up being the second group in line to buy tickets. First elevator up, anyone?

View from the second level of the Eiffel Tower

Bucket list item, check!

It was pretty dang big after all...
 
It was rather cold in Paris this past weekend so our outdoor activities were often punctuated by food excrusions. It was a win-win situation: eat something delicious and get warm. (We couldn't depend on the Metro to warm us up like it does in Madrid... our travels are definitely teaching us to appreciate some things about our beloved Madrid.)

Our first food excursion was something Matthew had been telling me about for days: the best hot chocolate in the world from the quaint French restaurant, Angelina.

 They brought us heated chocolate, which we stirred homemade cream into in order to create our desired concentration.

Warm, full, and on a slight sugar high, we continued onto the Louvre. 

Outside the mueseum

And again, we did what you are supposed to do: see the Mona Lisa. It was fine, but it seemed a little overrated to me.

After wandering around the museum for a while (mostly the French impressionist wing), we succumbed to our need for real food. We headed off for duck from a French restaurant that Matthew knew from his time living in Paris.

It took us a while to find it, but we finally found it tucked back through an alley!

We must have been in the art mood that day because we then went to Musée d'Orsay, which is housed in an old train station. And it must have been good because anti-museum Napala wanted to go again later in the trip! The museum had a good amount of Monet, Manet, and Van Gogh, which was great. All three of us enjoyed the art there over the art we saw at the Louvre.

But all good things must come to an end. So as the museum was closing, we left and set out for our next culinary adventure: macarons!

Matthew took us to Pierre Hermé's store, where everything was so pretty you hardly wanted to eat it! Napala and I shared 6 different morsels of macarons: mint and raspberry, rose, creme brulee, salted caramel, passion fruit and milk chocolate, and white truffle hazelnut. AMAZING. As the man himself said...

“Macarons only weigh a few grams, but that’s enough to leave your senses quivering with pleasure. Their thin, crisp shell, slightly rounded shape, tempting colours and tender interiors draw devotees to devour them with their eyes, and caress their smooth surface. Their flavours solicit the nose and, when one bites into that crisp shell, the ears tingle with pleasure and the palate is finally rewarded.”
- Pierre Hermé

Raspberry and mint macaron

Tired out and fully content, we went to bed early. (Our hosts were again, quite surprised about the hours we kept... I guess most young people don't plan their days to include so much sunlight.) But then we were well rested for Day 2!

Day 2

First we saw the Moulin Rouge...

Takes me back to when Advanced Jazz did "Roxanne" at One Braodway!

Then we happened upon a cultural festival which included some food stands and historical dances...

Not quite as good as Holland's (MI) dutch dances ;)

This was right around the corner from the Le Mur des "Je t'aime" or the "I love you" wall. It has "I love you" written in 250 languages! See if you can find the English and Spanish... hint, hint, I'm pointing to them....
 
Yes, I rocked my Holland, MI, winter hat all weekend :)

You may have noticed that these were outdoor activities. So it only makes sense that we then headed inside for some food.
 
Savory crepe: filled with caramelized onion, potatoes, raclette, and bacon! Mmmmmmm...

And we finished the day off with a few more monuments.

First we saw the Panthéon, which is inscribed with, "To the great men, the grateful homeland." Underneath the church is a massive crypt where many important people (Voltaire, Victor Hugo, Louis Braille, Marie Curie) are buried.

 
Outside of the Panthéon

The Panthéon also has a 67 meter pendulum inside, which was first installed in 1851 to show the rotation of the Earth. (How? Not exactly sure...)

Annnnnnnnd, Notre Dame!

 Celebrating 850 years... not too shabby!

Then Napala and I headed home once again to enjoy a dinner of cheese and bread (which I managed to order... with Matthew's help...). I have no idea what exactly the cheese we ate was (besides gooey goat cheese that was wrapped in leaves), but it came from this fromagarie.

The one we had was in the middle right, wrapped in brown leaves. Not sure what purpose the leaves served but it made it seem exciting!

Day 3

Overall, we lucked out with the weather. The cold wasn't too harsh and the expected precipitation didn't come. Until Sunday morning. Thankfully, Napala and I know what to do when it rains: head inside to a fancy tea room and eat eclairs!

 We only took pictures of the outside since everyone around us seemed way too sophisticated to be so eager about the fancy teapots and sugar cubes.

And then it ended up being sunny after all! So for the rest of the day we strolled around Paris, taking in the sights, eating, and being merry.

Soooooo many love locks.

 Falafel from L'As de Falafel... we knew it was the right place because there was a 20 minute line out front. Unless everyone just got in line because it seemed like the thing to do...

Our last adventure was a walk through Père Lachaise, the largest cemetary in Paris.


Graves upon graves...

And the sun finally set on our last day in Paris.

Overall, I can't imagine a better weekend in Paris. Great food, great company, great adventures. I am repeatedly reminded of how blessed I am to be experiencing this year in Europe. I will look back on these memories for the rest of my life and be thankful. Thankful to the God who created this beautiful planet, these diverse cultures, and every moment that led me to this place.

Much love, as always,
Amber

Thursday, January 24, 2013

Yes, I'm alive.

Long time, no post. And this is about to be the shortest blog post ever... okay maybe not the shortest but certainly my shortest.

Here are 3 quick life updates:

1. I started private classes! After four months of half-hearted looking (let's be honest, I was enjoying my free time...), I had a job literally fall into my lap. In a period of 36 hours, Clara messaged me about the opportunity, I e-mailed one of the guys, I met with them, and I had my first class! I am tutoring 3 Saudi Arabian guys who are enrolled at St. Louis University at Madrid's campus. I'm helping them with study skills (how to write thesis statements, how to pick out important points in heavily-worded power point presentations in a foreign language) and their overall English in  their classes (philosophy, theology, public speaking, and English language). Not too shabby.

2. I reserved a rental car! Not because I crashed one (this time) ;) Details to come.

3. I am going to Paris! I am leaving my apartment in about 5 minutes...

But before I go, a precious story from today:

In the hallway, between classes
Student: (nervously) Miss Rogers... you know how I love Justin Bieber, right?
Amber: Yes...
Student: Well I'm going to meet him in Februrary.
Amber: (mustering up as much enthusiasm as I can) Oh, wow...
Student: And I want to write him a letter. But I don't want to make mistakes, ya know?
Amber: Okay, so do you want me to look at it?
Student: (massive smile spreads across face) That would be great!
Amber: Sounds good. Bring it to class.
Student skips away joyfully. Amber can't stop laughing as she considers the love letter from a 12 year old Spanish girl that she will soon get to read.

 In His grip,
Amber