Thursday, January 17, 2013

Ch-ch-ch-changes!

  In the spirit of Christmas we made holiday orange jack o lanterns.  This was my substitute for clove oranges and apples.  And I like showing off my orange carving skills.  They didn't believe me.
The other pictures are at my friend Mitra's house, he has the best view in the world, and we ate fruits that I have never seen before. Exciting.




 My friend Michaela, an Australian who lived in India and was Au-pairing in Spain left right before Christmas, much to my unhappiness. It was probably for the better though, we couldn't kick the habit of going out to eat in lovely yummy places that robbed our pocketbooks, if she stayed I would be broke. Delicious food though.  
After New Years an American friend that I met at Holden Village arrived 
 and we traveled to the south of Spain for a week, spending time in Toledo, Malaga (!) and Granada.  This brings me to my news! I am moving to Granada! Ben (the American friend) is volunteering at a Hostel and teaching English.  While we were there we learned that they were in need of another volunteer, and after thinking, checking out my options, getting loads of helpful
advice, and talking with my host family, I made the decision to move to Granada for two months.  After this I plan to travel to Italy and volunteer on farms, then return home to work for the summer.  There are a number of reasons I decided to go to Granada.
A. I love that city, its old, a mix of Moorish, Christan and Roman architecture and all around beautiful, more alternative too.
B. As great as my family and kids are here, most of my job is just driving and helping a bit with English, I don't feel like its challenging at all, and while it was good for a few months, I couldn't face half a year  more.
C.There is a British potter working just outside of Granada, and she says she could use some help in her studio while I'm there.  YAY!
D. I don't feel like I am leaving a lot here in Madrid, a number of my friends left before Christmas.  While there are a few people still here that I will really miss, I never found my niche here.  And the noise from the traffic drives me crazy.
E. Its easy to find a replacement Au Pair, I just finished skypeing with the one that will replace me.  The family has been very understanding, gracious, and wonderful about everything, they are fantastic people.
F. The hostel Intinere that I will be volunteering at is a really cool place, the owners have lot of ideas and they need people to do them!  There is lots of creativity, I may be able to lead some classes, help out their daily activities, lead tours, etc. Also at the hostel is an English school and Yoga studio.

So that's that! On the 26th I am moving! Here is my address until April for all who need it:
Grace Coffey
Itinere Hostel
C/ Natalio Rivas, No. 1
2a Planta
CP 18001 Granada, Spain
 
Please note the English spelling.  Delightful.  This was in the main Metro Station in Madrid

 

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Christmas Photos

Here are some pictures of my time in Germany that my friend Patty was gracious enough to send me.

Patty's parents doing a puzzle.


Christmas Eve Dinner!

Kluski (I think that's how you spell it)

Patty bravely knitted a hat for her boyfriend in about 4 days, and it was her second hat she's ever made. I was her mentor, and am modeling it here.

Thursday, January 10, 2013

Kris Kinder in Germany

HOLIDAYS! Oy vey.  Where to begin?  Well. First off, I arrived in Germany only to find out that my camera was out of battery.  A failure of my blogger self, but no doubt a can paint a picture with a thousand words.  So! I went to Germany! I have a good friend Patty who lives there, and have stayed with their very welcoming family on a number of occasions.  They live in the west of Germany, in a rather obscure city called Herne, an hour or so away from Cologne.
 I decided to take the train, and get a Eurrail pass, as the pass was about the equivalent of a holiday plane ticket.  Or at least up front it was.  The idea behind this pass is that you have a number of days in a number of countries where you can ride the train all day with the pass. Cool. I love trains!  Then they added this thing where you need to get reservations for all high speed and long distance trains that have an additional price attached to them, based on how far you are looking to go. Ok, not as cool, but acceptable.  Being the put together person I am, I went to the station (for you can't buy the reservations online) about a month before my trip to get the reservations I needed. I was planning on getting on a night train from Madrid to Paris, then get a train from Paris to Frankfurt or Cologne.  I got the Madrid to Paris and and return reservation with no problem, but a lot of my Christmas cash, then was informed I had to be in Paris to get a reservation to Germany.  Thats ok, I figured, there were many trains headed from Paris to Germany and there was no other way to get a reservation, so I would get one when I got to Paris.
The day of my departure came and I left on the lovely night train to Paris, excited to wake up to the beautiful city.  I even figured I would have about 6 hours to explore if I could get a train later in the evening. I was very excited to go to Shakespeare and Co. and eat a croissant.  I got to the station and went to figure out reservations.  After waiting a complete hour in line, I talked (in Spanish) to the agent, who promptly informed me that I couldn't get a reservation to Frankfurt or Cologne.  Or anywhere in Germany for that matter, not today or tomorrow or the next day (Christmas Eve). This left me stranded in Paris.  He did not listen to my pleas that it was impossible for me to get one, he was decidedly unjolly.  So I left, crushed and crying pitifully, not knowing what to do, having very little money, and just wanting to get to Patty's house.  I decided to try another agent in English, to see if anything might change, I waited another hour in line, and got to the English (thank god!) agent.  Who said the same thing.  No reservations available for Eurrail pass holders.  I could have bought a ticket for about 200 euro, but there was no way I was going to do that.  As I started to cry (my under-pressure coping tactic) she said there was a faint possibility that I could go and beg the conductor to let me on.  I had 10 minutes.  I raced to the conductor and begged him to let me on, and he did! Of course with a hefty fee, but I was so happy and relieved to get there and not be stuck sleeping in the station for two days.
I spend a lovely Christmas with Patty and her family. They were originally from Poland, and spoke Polish around the house. Polish are reputed to be some of the most gracious and welcoming folks around, and this family certainly lived up to the standard.  I was stuffed with food many times over, and learned how to make a number of dishes.  We had a traditional Catholic Christmas, where the Kris Kinder brings the presents on Christmas Eve.  Patty's nephew was there, who was 5 years old, and that added the right amount of excitement. We spent the rest of the days eating, drinking, sleeping about 11 hours a day, and relaxing in the perfect Christmas Holiday way. 
When the time came for me to leave on the 30th, I was very wary of the train system, and decided to do a rideshare to get to Paris, about 5 hours away, because I knew I wouldn't be able to get a reservation.  I was ready!  I would even have the afternoon to spend in Paris!  Of course, when I got to the station to meet the rideshare people, no one was there.  We called and called and waited and waited.  Desolate and furious I asked in vain about reservations to Paris.  None.  I would have to take a train to another city and beg the conductor to let me on again.  If this didn't work I would be stranded in Germany for many more days.  I needed to get back on New Years eve, because I had an American friend who was meeting me there, then we were going to travel together to the south of Spain.  Nervous and scared I said goodbye to Patty, took a train to Frankfurt, and begged.  Its times like these that I am very thankful to be an innocent looking young woman.  Thank god he let me on.  I made it to Paris, and was able to sit by the violet Seine for a half an hour while eating leibkuchen.  I had a lovely conversation on the train home, and somehow made it to Madrid on time.  Next blog I will tell you about my New Years and Andalucian adventures!