I missed el clasico....

I'm distraught. Actually, distraught is quite a weak word for the emotion I felt when, upon arrival at the flat after a four hour train journey  - complete with weed-smoking hippies who refused to wear shoes whilst parading up and down the aisles - I discovered that I had missed (in the words of the BBC) "The Most Exciting El Clasico in Years!". Yes, whilst Messi was scoring a hat-trick, I was stuck on a train crawling through Castilla. I missed the most exciting El Clasico since Sergio Ramos bitch-slapped Puyol a few years ago.

But hey, Burgos was pretty awesome: so I'm sure I'll get over the loss... 

I almost missed the train on Saturday morning, waking up around oh, I don't know, twenty minutes before it left? No big deal. Totally had it under control - and a taxi number on speed dial. The journey wasn't too strenuous despite it's length. It afforded many a discussion about the various geographical phenomena we passed through, example:

"Is that a hill or a mountain?"

"A mountain."

"It's not high enough."

"But we're already high up, so it's higher than it looks."

"So even though it looks like a hill, it's actually a mountain."

"Yes."

All three of us are paid to teach. 

You would think that the sketch like nonsense would end once we got off the train, but no, oh no. How confusing can a train station be? Very. When there is no bus stop, and yet a bus timetable, where does the bus stop...? Well, perhaps on the massive "BUS" painted on the road. I will not reveal how long it took us to work that out. 

We stayed in a lovely hotel right in the centre of the old part of Burgos. The room was nice. The receptionist was not. In fact, in general the people of Burgos seemed to despair of our attempts to converse in Spanish. Now I'm definitely not fluent yet, but we make a pretty good effort to be understood. There's no real need for rolled eyes or to say (as the receptionist did) "maybe English is better?" No. Thanks. 

Burgos is probably most famous for its Cathedral, which is just popping out the top of Plaza Mayor there. 

Now, I am already a huge fan of the beautiful Gothic Cathedral in Leon but after having seen Burgos, I might have to rethink my favourites. 

My pictures really don't do it justice. It's so big. I cannot begin to understand how someone could have designed and built something so amazingly gigantic and elaborate. Basically every other cathedral in Spain has to take a long hard look at itself and ask whether it should be in the same category as this. 

The ground they built it on was a different height on one side than the other, a problem solved by building a set of stairs so beautiful that the Paris Opera House based their staircase on it. 

The Cathedral (and food) took up most of Saturday so on Sunday we did my FAVOURITE THING EVER. 

TOURIST TRAIN!

My absolute adoration for tourist trains is dwarfed only by their larger bus counterparts. The best thing about little trains like this is guessing whether or not they will actually attempt to climb up tiny cobblestoned paths - this is Spain, of course they will. 

On the train's route we spotted an exhibition about Isabel la Catolica, I think the only historical Spanish figure I know anything about, and that mostly comes from the TV series about her. The exhibition was basically the outfits from the show. Los Reyes Catolicos were in Burgos for a while, so it does make some sense. 

Not that I cared. I just wanted to see the gorgeous dresses. 

Isabel

Gonzalo

Juana de Aves 

Note: anyone wearing dark colours in TV shows is a baddy. Fact. 

For further proof see Morgana from Merlin post series 3 - red lipstick and black dresses galore. 

Burgos also, obviously, has a castle. Because the Cathedral of Cathedrals just wasn't enough. It's more of a ruin now, a certain Texan was disappointed by it. This started a conversation about how many ruins that old there are in the US (none.) 

Holly's attempt to invade the castle. 

In spite of missing the football I had a wonderful weekend in Burgos. Coming up in the next few weeks is the Sweeney-Wells invasion of Oviedo next weekend and then Easter! 

Only seven weeks left in Oviedo - which seems simultaneously like loads of time and nothing at all. 

Carnivals and Cantabria

It’s been quite some time since I wrote a blog post. I have absolutely no excuse for this excepting a lack of enthusiasm and being buried under the monotony of teaching English to kids who, for the most part, don’t want to learn anything. My class of fourteen year olds yesterday whose creative writing exercises all involved either alcohol or STI’s are a prime example. Anyway, I’ve had a great time traveling over the past two weeks; across Asturias and into Ourense and then up to Santander for a sunny weekend by the sea.

Ourense was to be my first new place of the year; I’d done nothing but repeats before this. My trip was almost cut short when I discovered, mere days before leaving, that while one academy follows school holidays – giving me Monday and Tuesday off work – the other does not… This led to a slightly awkward conversation with my boss as I explained that I had already booked my six-hour bus journey back from Ourense for the Tuesday. Luckily, a solution was found and last Friday I boarded a train to visit Olivia.

Travelling through Asturias and into Galicia was quite an experience. At one point the train was curling around the side of a cliff, with a sheer drop to the left and a mountain top to the right. Of course, given that this is Spain, for the majority of my journey I had no clue where I actually was. It doesn’t help that trying to pronounce anything in gallego involves slightly more intelligence than I am in possession of. Eventually, whilst on the phone to Olivia and blaspheming against the endless nothingness of the Galician countryside, I spotted the beginnings of civilisation: I had arrived into Ourense.

Following the typically Spanish habit of claiming that whatever happens in the exact town you come from is THE BEST EVER, I had been informed that Galicia is the best place outside the Canary Islands for Carnival, and Ourense is the best place inside Galicia.

I can quite happily confirm that the Gallegos, on this occasion, were not exaggerating.

Every night that we went out the streets were filled with people in costumes – including quite a few priests, nuns and popes – bands playing music in the streets, and generally the kind of fiesta atmosphere you would expect at Carnival.

We had chosen to dress up as flappers – a concept lost on the Spaniards, who required a demonstration of the Charleston to understand. There is a mountain of issues with dressing up in the north of Spain; do you take a coat? Do you take an umbrella? Will it rain? Luckily the tight streets of Ourense’s old town mean that even when the rain did begin to fall, it didn’t cause too much of a problem.  

Unfortunately the weather wasn’t quite so good the rest of my stay and a trip to the thermal baths had to be cancelled as the baths had quite literally been swallowed up by the rising river.

The little bubble on the left is what remained of the thermal baths! 

But no fear, as always Spain is there to help out with an abundance of cheap wine and tasty food!

Olivia and I departed Ourense together on the Tuesday by bus. It was a completely bizarre journey as whilst we drove through Castilla metres of snow appeared on either side of the road! After six hours we made it safe and sound back to Oviedo.

The weekend after, it was time for my third yearly pilgrimage to Santander, an accidental tradition which began at the end of my year abroad. Santander pulled out all the stops to welcome us, glorious sunshine!

As has become customary on each of my trips to Santander I visited the Palacio de la Magdalena not once but TWICE! The second trip came about because we discovered that on Sunday the doors to the Palacio would be opened and we could look around inside!

It was a shame that only the first floor and a few select rooms on the second were open; the spaces that are used for conferences and weddings – as the building is now owned by the government of Cantabria. Upstairs are the Royal Bedrooms which are always available for the Royal Family, even though they haven’t visited for over a decade. Despite the limited tour it was amazing to go inside and have someone explain the history of the building.

Before leaving Santander I checked to see if my favourite piece of graffiti was still on the bus station wall.

"Never forget the only objective in life is to be happy."

I saw this just before leaving Santander, having waved Kerensa off on her boat, not knowing that she had seen it on her arrival ten months before.

It’s a funny old world.

A few weeks ago I received some wisdom, as I often do, from one of the old ladies who live in my building. Whilst waiting for the lift she asked me where I was from and what I was doing here, she replied,

“A, que bien vivais vosotros. Es vuestro mundo hija.”

Translated, although it doesn’t sound half as good, it means;

Ah, how well you live. It’s your world.”

I think she’s right. 

Turkey Day

Having been friends with a very vocally patriotic Texan/American for over two years I've found that my knowledge of a certain day of thanks has improved dramatically. No more am I confused as to what the reason for such as day is - oh no. Now, I am entirely sure that Thanksgiving is a day entirely devoted to carbohydrates, wine, ridiculously sweet deserts and - apparently - Baileys and Limoncello.

I was lucky enough to be invited to two Thanksgiving dinners. The first, on a Sunday, was a family affair. It involved menus, appetisers, an actual turkey-looking-turkey, and many of the aforementioned deserts. I also had a place setting made from a cork which is happily preserved on my desk. We were also invited to write on a piece of paper what we were thankful for. It was very difficult to imagine writing anything else but FOOD, because ohmygod was the food delicious. This led to quite a lot of lost in translation explanations of what the purpose of the paper was, but that just added to the fun.
Overall a wonderful, wonderful meal which I'm very grateful to have been invited to. Thank you Ashley and Inigo for letting me come along!

The second Thanksgiving was a potluck occasion, featuring - once again - an actual turkey. After a brief ( not brief at all it lasted like 2 hours) power cut in the flat, we were able to leave with semi-prepared mashed potatoes, patatas bravas and pan tumaca; absolutely none of which was made by me and probably tasted all the better for that. My planned contribution was sage and onion stuffing, but it turns out that sage doesn't exist in Spain.... I did however bring two bottles of (fake) Baileys!

Here we all are pre the food/drink induced sleepiness which followed. 

The Baileys may have been the reason (definitely was the reason) I thought it would be a good idea to try and name all the US States on a map. I had done this exercise with several classes already during the afternoon, I was pretty confident I could remember some... 

And this is what happened. 

I'm almost as embarrassed about my spelling as I am about the actual state names. 

Apologies to everyone from the US

At the earliest available occasion, when the mix of alcohol and opportunity is just right, I will be forcing several inebriated Americans to name all the countries in Europe. Consider yourselves forewarned. 

The past few weeks have also included a very glamorous trip to the ballet and a whirlwind visit to Barcelona! Most of my pictures of that weekend seem to have been taken inside a club, so apologies for the lack of photos. We had a lovely weekend - made possible by the generous hospitality of some friends of friends. It also involved a trip to The Hard Rock Cafe: literally the easiest way in the world to make me happy!  

Having traversed the British Isles to make it to my 21st birthday, Kerensa spent last weekend voyaging across the Iberian Peninsula. In her own words, it's definitely my turn next! Kerensa and I wasted little time, returning to the Sparkly Bar in glory, not once, not twice, but THRICE! Which made for a lovely prolonged trip down memory lane. 

Birthday chai lattes (my Starbucks cinnamon latte replacement)

As it was also the aforementioned Texans birthday (a number too big to be made public now, I feel.) Which meant that we got to go to La Mas Barata and demolish a massive plate of rice. 

The guilt on my face is not accurate - I was proud.

And here you have, what I feel, is a remarkably wonderful birthday present. From me to the birthday girl. (She is obsessed with owls.)

All in all it's been a very busy few weeks in Oviedo. I have to admit that I am looking forward to getting home! I'm very keen to visit the Christmas Market in Edinburgh. Not to mention I've heard tell of a Christmas Tree maze - that just sounds too good to be true! 

And here, as always, is the show-stopper. She's getting prepared for my visit at the weekend. A whole five days with me taking care of her.

I'd be scared too Messi....

It feels like one of those nights

I've decided to take a break from slamming my head against the brick wall that is the Spanish banking system (today's problem mainly being that neither my bank card, nor libretta, nor the twenty-five thousand different illegible numbers printed out at the bank, seem to be able to permit me to book a train ticket online.) and write about nice, happy things instead... The fact that at this very moment my bank card is staring up at me from my desk with, "Queremos ser tu banco," (we want to be your bank) in garish letters, is filling me with so much rage that I'm worried I might break something.

Anyway, on to the many happy and nice things.

It's been a long time since I last wrote and in that time something remarkable has happened. I too, like so many other disillusioned youths, have discovered that Taylor Swift has lied to us. 22 has not been one non-stop party with quirky sunglasses, I am not feeling confused and free in the best way, nor am I going to drink instead of sleep - soz Taylor I have to get up at 7.30. My brief venture into being 22 has featured much more complaining about the Spanish bureaucracy, working out how many cafe con leches I can drink without having a heart attack and choosing to stay in and watch the History Boys.

However, my birthday itself was really quite good. The parents came over for the weekend and we spent two days in Leon. Once again on my return from Castilla y Leon I have been plagued by a never ending cold. If I didn't love that place so much, I swear I would never go back!
We stayed at the Parador which was unbelievably beautiful. There was also some kind of mushroom conference going on at the same time.... we didn't ask.

All in all a rather lovely birthday which also featured trips to Sparkly Bar, a meal at the actual Tierra Astur restaurant - which in turn featured 3 bottles of Albarino - a care package of Scottish goodies and the best present ever: A Real Oviedo scarf! 

My five-year olds also sang Happy Birthday to me - that was kinda cute. 

Pre-birthday I had the long anticipated arrival of Olivia to enjoy. Being as obsessed with both the food and the drink this wonderful part of the world has to offer as I am, I couldn't possibly let Olivia visit Asturias without taking her to the espicha at Tierra Astur. After a slightly rocky start, half of our group left behind on the pavement as the bus pulled away, being told that there were only 3 places left for the espicha and almost being beheaded by waiters with platters of queso, we were able to enjoy the meal.

Liv's visit also provided ample opportunity for being touristy around Oviedo and in Gijon. 

We decided to take a walk along the front. Holly took on a wave. The wave, decidedly, won. 

Had a wonderful time showing Oviedo off to a big-city, turned small-Galician-town girl like Olivia. Looking forward to a trip to Ourense soon (but not the 6 hour bus journey). 

Last week I visited Alfonso II with Holly. I went with her to a 3rd year class that was once my 1st year class - it was very bizarre. They all look both older and the same age. When asked if they had any questions for me the first was, as always, "Do you have a boyfriend?" Never did I think I would be defending my love life to a classroom of thirteen year olds. 

This weekend was the long awaited ballet trip! The Russian National Ballet doing Sleeping Beauty in Teatro Campoamor. The performance was amazing, really enjoyable.

But (you knew there was a "but") as anyone who has spent more than two seconds in a theatre with me knows, I am going to write a manifesto about how to behave whilst part of an audience, clearly this manifesto will have to come with a Spanish translation. Mobile phones on during the show, attempts to take pictures, sitting in the wrong seats (although as the seat-system entirely befuddled me I might let that one slide this time) leaning forward so those behind can't see. I could go on...

As I said, the ballet was really good. Definitely enjoyed the use of wigs. 

Apart from all of this I've also managed to spend more of my wages in Zara, had a very successful Chinese takeaway and gone on an extended pub-crawl around Gijon culminating in queuing for the midnight bus back to Oviedo for over an hour.

(Take that Taylor!) 

Soon to come, Barcelona this weekend, which has crept up on me so fast that I'm not even sure what handbag I'm taking with me! Shortly after that the flat will be getting a Christmas makeover complete with tree. And then OH MY GOD KERENSA IS HERE. And then, it's practically time to come home for Christmas. 

Pre-Christmas I'm babysitting a certain cat who hasn't been feeling very well recently. (she had a cone, even I was sympathetic.) Everyone feel sorry for Messi. 

3,000 green bottles sitting on a wall.

Now the most important piece of news is, of course, that I braved the hairdressers. I was expecting a horrifically stressful experience, something akin to my final Spanish speaking exam, or perhaps my third failed driving test, and yet it couldn't have been easier. I used more hand actions than a French miming troupe and managed to convey that I wanted a minuscule cut and something done to the colour. The hairdresser used the word "honey" and I nodded with such ferocity that I think I scared her. It's nice to know that even in Spain my hair can generate quite a few, "wow, you've got a lot of hair, don't you?" Why, yes I do. Thankfully it all went well.

Anyway, in other, less cosmetic news. Last weekend I went back to Gijon, where I have visited many times before (see excited post relating to pinchos and a weary post relating to gin). The weather looked promising at the outset and with bus station pinchos and the tiniest coffee cup in the entire world, we headed off. Not before spotting the Real Oviedo bus at the station. I can neither confirm nor deny if this was the actual team bus - cause I have no idea. But I took a picture anyway!

Unfortunately the sun seemed to stay in Oviedo. But no matter because, realistically, how bad can things be if at 1pm on a Friday this is what I'm doing?

Gijon was lovely as always, even if the weather wasn't as beautiful as it could have been. We took a walk through the old town, along by the front, up to the peninsula and back again. 

No one believed me that it was like standing inside a giant seashell until they tried it for themselves! 

It has just occurred to me that I have absolutely no idea what this monument is called. Notaclue. I've always thought it's a bit of a shame that it is where it is. Looking at it from the angle of these photos it looks really spectacular, but if you look a little to the left there's miles of industrial buildings; nothing but cranes and steam. Whereas if you look to the right, there's a clear view into Playa de San Lorenzo, straight into Gijon and further along the coast. I suppose it's nice in a way; that it sits somewhere that shows the two sides of the city. 

Now it's always nice to find out that things have changed in my absence as so many things haven't. For example: obviously photos were taken in front of the Gijon sign - but just not on my camera. But one change I was not expecting was a gigantic tree-like tower of cider bottles. 

It would be all to easy to file this under "weird things Asturians do with their cider" but it seems that this construction was actually built to make a point. It's made of over 3,000 cider bottles and had something to do with the tradition of recycling bottles for cider. It's quite normal in Asturias for bottles to be reused over and over again. Gijon just decided to make some Art out of them too. 

On Thursday my least favourite Spanish word ever made a delightful return "HUELGA." However, as this was a huelga for all public school teachers, it didn't effect me much - thank God. However everyone here seemed right in the mood for protesting and so last night before the Principe de Asturias Awards at Teatro Campoamor there was a (surprisingly organised) protest in the square opposite the theatre. God the Spanish are loud when they're angry. Due to the sheer number of people, some protesting and some waiting to catch a glimpse of the Queen, Prince or Princess, it was impossible to see anything. 

The weather in Asturias right now is just bizarre. I don't remember it being this warm when I was here last time. Although I do remember that it was definitely colder after Christmas than before. But this is just weird. And annoying - I want winter clothes! At this rate I'm going to have the warmest birthday of my entire life! Hopefully the weather says nice enough for Liv's visit this weekend. Plans have been made to return to the Tierra Astur espicha and so I'm planning on not eating all week in preparation! 

Oviedo in October.

Expect news that the Spanish economy has bounced back from the crisis and is well on its way to financial stability. In other words, I made a triumphant return to Parque Principado yesterday. Oh dear. I have since been told that I had "crazy eyes," going on as we took a stroll around the shops. I can only apologise to the new people I have met who had to see me like that. (Holly, you should have known better.)

So, apart from ensuring that Mango will not be going out of business for the foreseeable future - what else have I been doing? Well, to the great happiness of all - Messi especially - I have moved from Holly's living room and back to Calle Jovellanos. Yay! Such a relief to have somewhere to stay. Although the internet is still a work in progress, but hey, it's Spain, let's not be picky.

It was pointed out to me that flat 3F is becoming like the apartment in Friends, with a revolving set of residents who all have one connection or another to the people who lived in it before! It's just as I remember; unnecessary wall-carpet, questionable electricity sockets and all.

LOOK AT THE WARDROBES!

I'm very happy to be living in the centre of Oviedo again, and even happier that I know - to the second- exactly how far away I am from all the essentials (gin, coffee, bread etc). This also means that I have returned to the wobbly tables of Cafe Oriental and am enjoying a pincho de pollo right this second - even though, everything is much prettier at 26 Grados....

I should maybe talk about work, since I'm apparently going to be doing it ALL THE TIME. In addition to the academy I had been talking to before I came back to Oviedo I've also got a job at another in the centre of town. I'm working from around 9am till 11.30am at one and 4pm till 10pm at the other. Sympathy please? After moaning to both parents about this strenuous schedule they reminded me that I'm still living in Spain, where Albarino is 1.50 a glass, cafe con leche is a euro and I can eat a three-course meal for less than 10 euros. They might have a point there....
I'm teaching a complete variety of classes, from adult beginners to advanced conversation classes and a class for infants. And when I say infants, I mean infants - 3 YEARS OLD! They are slowly stealing my soul. 

Right, culture. Last weekend it was "Noche Blanca." In true Spanish style, no one seemed to know what was going on, where it was going on or what exactly it was all about. It seemed to be a night in which all the museums and galleries would open up during the night for people to explore - sounds great, until you realise that I could only think of one gallery in Oviedo and it was entirely rammed with people. It turns out that we, thinking that everything would be winding down after midnight, missed out on most of the events which didn't start until 2am. (#vidaespanola). The one thing we did manage to see was a cloud of white balloons being released throughout Old Town. Why? Don't know. But it looked pretty. 

Apart from all of that its been three weeks of coffee, lesson planning and and wine. Also featured was my first menu del dia since moving back, the standard trip to Ikea for household necessities, successfully building an Ikea lamp which had stumped many, and a few cocktails here and there.  

In a few weeks I'm looking forward to a trip from Miss Olivia McGrath who is taking the (ridiculously long) journey up to Oviedo from Ourense. Expect many a touristy picture.

And now, to appease those who commented on my last post with "More cat pictures please." (Yes you Kate Newton.)

It's good to be back.

It seemed apt to kick the blog back into action now that I've moved back to Oviedo. I would like to apologise for the overly descriptive and the altogether unnecessary number of adjectives. Being away from university I'm anxious to ensure that I don't lose my ability to waffle aimlessly for pages on end or talk for hours about absolutely nothing - wouldn't want that English degree to go to waste! Changing things around slightly from last year I am not writing from my usual table at Cafe Oriental, I've set up shop in a new cafe across the road from Holly's flat, I'm not saying that Oriental does not still occupy  special place in my heart, I'm just saying the tortilla is better here!

The journey to Oviedo last weekend seemed fairly straight forward until I arrived at the little shack that is Asturias Airport without a suitcase; lost somewhere in the fathoms of Barcelona El Prat. Not exactly how I wanted to kick off my return - trying desperately to communicate with Holly through the automatic doors between baggage reclaim and arrivals. Everything was greatly improved later on as we headed to Holly's very beautiful new flat and met her new flatmate. Now, I'm not saying that I was replaced, simply that Holly traded me in for a smaller, cuter model.

Meet Messi. Every bit as quick footed and speedy as her name sake, and not too bad at diving either. 

Those who know me know that I am not what one would call, "an animal person." Nonetheless, Messi has decided that she likes me; showing her affection by trying to eat the nail polish off my toes and jumping on my face in the middle of the night - how have could I have possibly gone for so long without a pet?! 

At the beginning of the week we were treated to some of the nicest weather I've seen in Oviedo. The issue being that my memories of Oviedo all seemed to come from the December/January portion of my year abroad, and so while I am amply supplied with jumpers and winter skirts, I am entirely unequipped to deal with Oviedo at 32 degrees. Nonsensical outfits aside we took a trip to Las Salinas on Sunday; coincidentally one of the first places I visited two years ago and I think one of the first places I blogged about. 

This is what I remember Salinas looking like; a great stretch of beach that goes beyond the corner of the coast in the edge of this picture. What I didn't realise was that although I'd visited this beach about ten times last year, I'd never turned left along the beach. At the other end is an, well, "Anchor Museum."

I had no idea this was there - complete tourism fail. 

My favourite discovery was the head poking out the side of the rocks. Why? Who knows - it's Spain, we don't ask why. 

Successful lens flare? Does this mean I'm J.J Abrams now...?

 All in all my first few days back in Oviedo were wonderfully relaxing. Now all the hard stuff begins.
I've managed to secure a job teaching in a language academy a little outside of the centre of Oviedo which is definitely a good start and a little weight off my shoulders. The next job was to find a flat, easier said than done. I was entirely spoiled last time, given that the flat and flatmates were sorted before I had even left Scotland. But it's still early days and I'm sure I'll find something soon.

So there we go; officially back in Oviedo, over-dosing daily on cafe con leche and pinchos.