Tuesday, September 30, 2008
the Current Events of my life
This past weekend was rainy and perfect for relaxing. We had plans to go to Cádiz, the oldest city in Europe which also happens to be a beautiful costal town with a beach, but we have postponed our plans to another, more sunny time. My room mate, I, and some friends met up for some rainy day shopping and then we went to the movies and saw Los Girasoles Ciegos (The Blind Sunflowers), a sad but very beautiful tragedy of a family during the Franco era.
Monday I started my new classes, and so far have enjoyed them. There is a festival of nations in town, and Meara (the room mate I´m always writing about) and I went to walk around and look at the booths which sold goods from each nations that was represented. There were a few booths that had witch statues and giant butterflies and magical things. I debated which nation this could have been, but then decided that it was probably a booth from another realm instead.
Last night after my class, I went to sit on a bench in front of this big beautiful fountain in the city, and I watched the pigeons and the mischevious little old men. Cities are prime people watching places, and I have to say that between Meara and I, we have seen some pretty strange things. Yesterday she saw a couple on a street corner go from 1st to 3rd base, what with the traffic driving by and people everywhere! Once we saw a woman in a big dress shirt with a belt cinched around the watse. She must have taken it from her husbands closet. It actually made for a really cute dress, but then the wind blew and the last few 6 inches of the shirt didn´t button, blowing open to reveal her crotch.
Anyhow, last night was a night of triumphs, and when you are functioning in another lanuage, I feel like even the smallest of accomplishments can be celebrated. Like buying stamps and asking the lady behind the counter a question and actually understanding the answer. This was exciting for me. And then my intercambio (my speaking exchange partner) called and we had an entire conversation in Spanish. And then I came home and chatted with my host mother for a little while, and the conversation was actually a realy, functioning conversation.
During dinner, my room mate was trying to expain a recipe for an Apple Crisp to our host mother, and we had no idea what the world for oat meal was. I found oats in the dictionary and then clapped my hands together and went ¨pbbbttt¨ to signify flat, and she looked at me and said rolled oats! It was amazing, my host mother! I laughed out loud right then and there at the rediculousness of my gestuer, and how she just knew. She has been hosting foreigners for more than 20 years now, so I guess she´s pretty used to lame dinnertable conversations about how the carrots are funny here, or whatever the heck her guests have the vocabulary to say. Or when they like the food, then the tortilla is good, the salad is good, everything is good, good, good! What is good is to learn more descriptors. Thank goodness my room mate is a good spanish speaker. She can carry on a really decent conversations with our host mother, and then I join in and am improving.
Allright, time to go see more of the world and less of this computer screen. Love you all, my friends!
Corrida de Torros
Then the bandarillos lead the bull to the picador, who is the one on the horse.
Next, three sets of banderillas are places in the bulls back, further weakening the muscles. This is usually done by the banderillos. I personally think it is one of the most athletic parts of the corrida, because the banderillo runs at the bull, sticks them in and jumps out of the way as the bull is charging him.
Another banderillo at work.
Next comes the part that most people think of when they imagine bull fighting. In this part, the matador uses a muleta, or red cape to draw the bull in a series of passes. The more consecutive passes, the more excited the crowd gets.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
About the bull fights
Corridas, or Bullfighting
First and foremost, I would like to tell you all about my first experience with bullfighting. The Corridas, or bullfights, are the iconic cultural embodiment of
The Controversy
Bullfighting is wee bit of a controversial topic to some people. To kill 6 animals in the span of 2 hours for cultural/entertainment/celebratory purposes might seem a little grotesque. However, I think that it is important to see the big picture. I was lucky enough to attend a seminar given by an incredibly interesting American expatriate with an incredible story and a brain full of bull fighting knowledge. I will try my best to give the condensed version here:
Our speaker was a high school Spanish teacher from
She explained to us that the bullfight is not actually a fight. The word in Spanish is corrida, which translated, does not mean fight. It is actually more of a drama of life. The bull dies, yes, but then its meat is used to help sustain life, and every part of the bull is, indeed, used after it is killed.
Monday, September 22, 2008
¡Mas Picturas!
In Córdoba we visited three places. A palace, a synagogue, and a mosque. These first two pictures are from the palace gardens.