they say you walk a lot in europe, that being (they say) why everyone is skinnier. i suspect that genetics is involved in the weight issue (and there are plenty of large people here as well) but i do find that i walk a lot. the beach is about 3 or 4 km away, a leisurely 45-minute stroll. i find myself saying things like, "oh, it's only a twenty-minute walk"...halfway across town, that is. or running to the beach and later walking there and back in the same day. many causes lie behind my increased walking, which could or could not be due to the european location. one: no car. two: undependable, semi-costly bus system. they have a lot of buses but each direction costs at least a euro (the lightrail is 1.30) and after waiting the extra 20some minutes for the bus i think, "i could be halfway there by now!" then there is the time. what else am i going to do when i don't have television in my language (and spanish television, well, the less said the better), no dvd, no computer in the house. i do read a lot but when the sun is shining, well, i'd rather dar un paseo so i go out. sitting in a café costs so i walk. a lot. and it's enjoyable, although i think the sun shines brighter here (my eyeballs hurt after just a few moments) and i do manage to turn a few heads (you'd think they'd never seen skin so white, hair so long, and women so tall before! stop staring. stop whistling. por favor.).
anyway, i do walk more in europe. and so should you. es bueno para la salud.
31 January 2008
25 January 2008
thoughts on ledger...
so i'm not usually "up" on celebrity news, but one of the things that living overseas does to you is magnify news from your patria (if there is such a thing for me). so several friends pointed out this week heath ledger's death and it struck me a bit for a couple reasons.
one, he was born on the exact same date as i (date, year, etc.). God willing, i will see 4 april again but he won't.
two, he was named after the title character in wuthering heights (heathcliff), so in an ironic way it is not surprising that his life was a tragedy.
on other notes, málaga continues to experience the beginnings of spring...and i am enjoying it (although the sun is really bright!). not needing a coat anymore, running on the beach with the wind in my hair.
i'm getting excited about upcoming trips...it's amazing how close everything is over here. morocco in march, granada, israel in june...it's exciting.
as one exits this life, the rest of us go on living. a ripple in time, unfortunately leading to eternal saddness. to quote a friend, "i wish i could have given him hope" because there is so many beautiful things in life...but only One makes life worth living.
one, he was born on the exact same date as i (date, year, etc.). God willing, i will see 4 april again but he won't.
two, he was named after the title character in wuthering heights (heathcliff), so in an ironic way it is not surprising that his life was a tragedy.
on other notes, málaga continues to experience the beginnings of spring...and i am enjoying it (although the sun is really bright!). not needing a coat anymore, running on the beach with the wind in my hair.
i'm getting excited about upcoming trips...it's amazing how close everything is over here. morocco in march, granada, israel in june...it's exciting.
as one exits this life, the rest of us go on living. a ripple in time, unfortunately leading to eternal saddness. to quote a friend, "i wish i could have given him hope" because there is so many beautiful things in life...but only One makes life worth living.
17 January 2008
a shorter note (to make up for that last long entry)
coming back is always an interesting experience for the wandering gypsy. she found this week to be very enjoyable and in some ways it almost felt like home. yet today, she told the coordinator that she will not be returning another year. no, there is no problem with the teachers, they are all very nice. yes, the pay is too little but they are raising it a bit. no, the weather is lovely. but somehow it isn't home. and the gypsy (getting older) is actually wondering if she shouldn't maybe pick a career (since none seems to appeal to her, she must pick one) before the sand runs out. maybe home and calling are not to be for her...maybe wandering is her fate internally as well as externally. (maybe she shouldn't wax philosophical in third person...)
09 January 2008
train travel or how i spent part of my vacation
being convinced that the best way to overcome your fears is to grab them by the ** and go for it, on 1 jan i started on an adventure that, frankly, made me very nervous beforehand: traveling back from napoli to málaga alone by train.
interrail (eurrail for those without a european residence card): the best (and worst) way to travel by train in europe. i should have known that throwing caution to the wind and embarking on the spontaneous voyage of a "global" pass would have its downsides, especially when dealing with 3 different countries who have each received different info regarding the use of said pass.
italy: hopped on the train from napoli to roma, pass never checked. in roma hopped on the train to pisa--checked, wrote in day as instructed. all good. arrived in pisa midnight--trying to get to nice (france), saw only option night train (leaving 0.38, reservation required). tried to get reservation but everything closed. station worker (no English) said just to get on. 2 guys (suppose they were workers, no uniform) first told me i had to sit in aisle, then shoehorned me into a compartment with 5 others...very uncomfortable night--8 hours--but again the pass never checked. summary train travel in italy: dubious and cheap.
france: after 2 refreshing nights at the hostel i braved travel on french trains. arriving at the station, found huge line, train i wanted leaving in 20 min and needed reservation...so i took my chances and hopped on anyway. very official conductor first accused me of subterfuge b/c i hadn't written the date yet (being my 1st trip and later realizing that i hadn't read the fine print very well, ok, not at all) and i argued that no, i was not a dirty american trying to beat the system--in fact, i had even written in the 2nd day though it had never been checked. practically in tears i refused to pay (not knowing what would happen) and he asked for my reservation...to which i sheepishly replied that i didn't have that either as the interrail book said none needed ("ridiculous" he responded). in the end he settled for just the exhorbitant reservation fee of 10 euros (in station 1,50 euro normally) and i continued to montpellier. there, i took the safe route of getting a reservation and the french lady was preparing to book me to madrid (shrewdly noting that i had to pay 50% in spain b/c i bought interrail by claiming spanish residency and, accd. to unread fine print in doesn't work in your country of residency)...but she could only get me to port bou (3 euro) so on i went, noting in persignan when i changed trains 4 grendarmes with machine guns mingling with the crowd. ticket never checked in either train.
spain: id checked (nie worked like a charm) to get into the station in port bou, perhaps fears of basques or shadows of napoleon haunt the spanish-french relations. relief to be back where i could communicate better. went to counter to try my luck at the night train to madrid, only bunks left but the lady only charged me the reservation fee--no hastle about the 50% (ah, to be home to "no pasa nada"...so nice). stayed 2 refreshing nights with kind missionary couple and then tried my luck at the infamous puerta de atocha (11 may), again only charged the reservation fee not the 50%! it's good to be back, and i won't do that much train travel again (in one stretch anyway, and overnight 21 hours is hardcore).
interrail (eurrail for those without a european residence card): the best (and worst) way to travel by train in europe. i should have known that throwing caution to the wind and embarking on the spontaneous voyage of a "global" pass would have its downsides, especially when dealing with 3 different countries who have each received different info regarding the use of said pass.
italy: hopped on the train from napoli to roma, pass never checked. in roma hopped on the train to pisa--checked, wrote in day as instructed. all good. arrived in pisa midnight--trying to get to nice (france), saw only option night train (leaving 0.38, reservation required). tried to get reservation but everything closed. station worker (no English) said just to get on. 2 guys (suppose they were workers, no uniform) first told me i had to sit in aisle, then shoehorned me into a compartment with 5 others...very uncomfortable night--8 hours--but again the pass never checked. summary train travel in italy: dubious and cheap.
france: after 2 refreshing nights at the hostel i braved travel on french trains. arriving at the station, found huge line, train i wanted leaving in 20 min and needed reservation...so i took my chances and hopped on anyway. very official conductor first accused me of subterfuge b/c i hadn't written the date yet (being my 1st trip and later realizing that i hadn't read the fine print very well, ok, not at all) and i argued that no, i was not a dirty american trying to beat the system--in fact, i had even written in the 2nd day though it had never been checked. practically in tears i refused to pay (not knowing what would happen) and he asked for my reservation...to which i sheepishly replied that i didn't have that either as the interrail book said none needed ("ridiculous" he responded). in the end he settled for just the exhorbitant reservation fee of 10 euros (in station 1,50 euro normally) and i continued to montpellier. there, i took the safe route of getting a reservation and the french lady was preparing to book me to madrid (shrewdly noting that i had to pay 50% in spain b/c i bought interrail by claiming spanish residency and, accd. to unread fine print in doesn't work in your country of residency)...but she could only get me to port bou (3 euro) so on i went, noting in persignan when i changed trains 4 grendarmes with machine guns mingling with the crowd. ticket never checked in either train.
spain: id checked (nie worked like a charm) to get into the station in port bou, perhaps fears of basques or shadows of napoleon haunt the spanish-french relations. relief to be back where i could communicate better. went to counter to try my luck at the night train to madrid, only bunks left but the lady only charged me the reservation fee--no hastle about the 50% (ah, to be home to "no pasa nada"...so nice). stayed 2 refreshing nights with kind missionary couple and then tried my luck at the infamous puerta de atocha (11 may), again only charged the reservation fee not the 50%! it's good to be back, and i won't do that much train travel again (in one stretch anyway, and overnight 21 hours is hardcore).
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