Category: my life

  • En españa—12 de mayo de 2007

    In Segovia¡Hola todos! Today we went to Segovia and Ávila, two towns in provinces neighboring Salamanca. I have to hurry because I don’t have enough money to go over 15 minutes on the computer without having to split a 20 euro bill to pay like .50€, so sorry this is rushed. I’m writing a lot more than you guys are seeing, but it’s on paper and I don’t have the time to type it up for now.

    In Segovia there’s a great Roman aqueduct (I don’t know how to spell that in english, in Spanish it’s acueducto). Think, 2000 years old and still standing. With a little help from some European Union human culture preservation fund, of course. There was also a castle called el Alcázar with an amazing moat. Then in Ávila the town had its full set of city walls, an amazing sight from far off and close up. Sorry, no pic there, yet.

    Gotta go, hope to share more later! Love you all,
    – Josh

  • En españa—7 de mayo 2007

    Hola, estoy en España y les quiero escribir sobre mis experiencias. So we got to Salamanca on Sunday night and finally met our host families, but up until then Sunday was packed with visits to the Museo del Prado and the Reina Sofía museum in Madrid, then to San Lorenzo del Escorial, an old royal retreat converted into a monastery a ways out of madrid, then right next to that the Valle de los Caí­dos with a creepy cathedral where Francisco Franco, the good ol’ dictator of Spain, is buried.

    But anyway, we got to Salamanca and I and the other two guys in the group (Tommy and Chris) met our host mom (her name escapes me still). All three of us are in one little bedroom, but it’s actually a great setup. We had to unbolt this bar from the side of Tommy’s bed so he would have room to sleep, then get the heater turned down (it was waaaaay to hot when we got there….) Anyway, we had dinner at 8-ish, and it was some yummy soup plus bread, and also flan in a cup. It was a lot to eat! I was glad to notice that our host has a gigantic copy of Don Quijote in her living room – it’s a lot like a family in the U.S. having a big family bible, since both serve as the founding document of modern English and modern Spanish respectively.

    We have also living with us a brasilian girl and two french girls, which seemed like it might be trouble given Chris’s propensity for hitting on girls, but I think it will work out. The brasileña speaks Spanish and English fairly well, but las francesas don’t speak English, or Spanish, or Portuguese, and none of the rest of us speak french, so even with the help of an Español-Francés dictionary we had a really hard time communicating. I wish I could tell you their names or how they were spelt, but I couldn’t remember. Last night Tommy and I stayed up late listening to Chris tell stories about his time in the army in Iraq, which was really fascinating. Chris is the only member of our group who is not a member of the church. By typical BYU standards he’s a rough character, and seems a little out of place amongst all the rest of us. But he is a great guy – given all he’s experienced in his life, he has done a marvellous job keeping his life on track and just generally being a good guy. It’s fun to get to know him.

    It’s been cool to put my Spanish to use and see that I’m in many situations well understood, and I can keep up with what’s being said to me as well. At a restaurant we went to we had to leave soon after ordering, so I checked if they could make the food to go (para llevar) and then asked them to do so. Of course, they still originally brought the food out on plates (when I asked them again to make it to go, por favor!) and they messed up some of our order (I wanted a croka, not a pizza, but close enough).

    Today was our first day at the language school. I went to the class that I was assigned to – and then I became very frightened about the remainder of the program. The class seemed to having nothing to do with either what I signed up for or with the score I got on the pre-test I took. I sat for an hour and a half and copied down notes on the many exciting uses of the prepositions ‘para’ and ‘en’, and it felt like I was just transferring the contents of a dictionary entry into my notebook. A month of that would kill me! Why have I already taken 4 years worth Spanish classes only to be subjected to such drudgery? Well, it worked out that I was in the wrong class, and instead of sitting there for a total of four hours a day (including conversation), I just have to go to a one hour lecture on Spanish culture, which is far more interesting than preposition meaning.

    Anyway, my friends are all finished, so I’ve got to jet. See you all later!

  • En españa—Parte 1

    I’m responding to an email from David:

    On 5/4/07, David Hansen wrote:

    Hey Josh!
    How was the flight? How are you enjoying your first day outside of US/Canada? It’s pretty mind blowing being somewhere for your first time that English isn’t the native language. It’s cool to see another language all over the street signs and on all the buildings. Hope you’re having a great time!
    David

    On 5/4/07, Josh Hansen wrote:

    Yeah, it’s pretty awesome. It’s not quite as intense as it could be though, since a lot of the advertizing in Madrid is targetted at English speakers. It’s so cool to actually find myself somewhat able to communicate with people, like at different stores we’ve gone to. Today my alarm went off but I slept through it and finally woke up ten minutes before our free breakfast at the hotel ended. I woke up my roommates, Chris and Tommy, and we ran as fast as we could to get something to eat. It was chocolate cereal with really rich, creamy milk for me, then a quick shower, and off to the Palacio Real for a guided tour. The palace and the monestary right in front of it are so incredible! I love old stuff, and it was totally full of it: tapestries from the 15th century, paintings, clocks, armor for caballeros and caballos, just like Don Quijote would have envisioned himself wearing during his delusional escapades as a knight. After the Palacio we went on a tour bus around Madrid, so we saw ten billion different churches and puertas, which are gigantic arch-gates a lot like the Arc d’Triumph in Paris. The city is so amazing, around every corner there’s a plaza dedicated to a famous author or paintor, like Goya or Cervantes or whoever. They don’t seem to have just slapped together any of the city, since it all has been evolving for hundreds of years. There’s history everywhere! I wish I had longer to write about it all, but I was cheap and only bought a half a euro worth of time here at the internet cafe, so I’ll have to wrap it up quickly.

    Later today we’ll probably go see Spiderman 3. We were going to go to the temple in the newer part of the city, but I’m so exhausted I didn’t think it was a good idea. I think I’ll probably sleep through Spiderman as well, but at least I won’t feel bad about that. Okay later1