In a week I'll be flying back
to the states. So I guess this will be
the last entry in my blog. Thanks to everyone who has been so supportive of
this project.
After the lovely weather in Tangier,
(70-80° F), the heat of Spain hit us like a ton of bricks. It
was in the high 40s C, (well over 100 F) without a breath of wind. I don't do
very well in extreme climates and I was pretty sure I was going to die. I was
NOT excited about standing on the side of the road to hitch a ride to Sevilla,
especially since all the hitchhiking forums had said Spain is horrible for
hitching. However my bad karma is leaving
a place, not coming into a place, and we caught a ride within about 20 seconds.
We were picked up by a Polish
trucker who spoke no English or Spanish but was very nice. He gave us chocolate
and explained how he had a truck filled with crabs from Africa. We had to draw
a map to make sure he was going where we were going but it all worked out in
the end. He took us directly to Sevilla, the easiest hitchhiking experience I
have ever had. He dropped us off near downtown and we were able to walk very
easily to the house of Rafael, our Spanish couchsurfing host.
Rafael is an interesting
character. After many denied requests for places to stay in Madrid and Sevilla,
I had posted an emergency couch request and Rafael contacted me. I get the
impression he likes to be the night in shining armor that saves girls in need.
He was very sweet, and very helpful but he hosts a LOT of surfers and I got the
impression that his roommate Hannah has had enough guests. She turned out to be
nice too however and I was really grateful to them for hosting us. They gave us
a lot of good information about places to eat. Natalee was on an eternal quest
to eat churros but we seemed to have the worst churro luck in the world, and
could never find any.
Sevilla is a great city. The
architecture is so beautiful and intricate. There is a fantastic palace where
you can really see the Arabic influence in the mosaics. The detail is
incredible. Every room has a fountain in
it. It really made me want a house with a fountain in my living room, but first
I need to find a place to live, and then afterwards try to put in a fountain. I
loved the palace, it had the same sort of architecture that I had been hoping
to see in Eastern Europe but could never seem to find. There was also a great network of subterranean tunnels and baths under the palace. I really wanted to go explore them but you can only go in a little part of them. They're all lit up and very cool in the heat of the day. I wanted to stay down there forever but Natalee said we had other things to do.
Natalee had two goals in
Spain- to go dance Salsa and to eat tapas.
Tapas are the coolest thing ever. A tapa is a meal but really tiny and only
costs a couple euros. You get a lot and then share. I love it. It's like food
in miniature, and you can try a bunch of different dishes without getting
hugely fat. I got really excited about them
and I think I drove Natalee insane with my tapas obsession. Our second day in
Sevilla we went Salsa dancing. I have never tried it and I can safely say I
only stepped in a few toes. Natalee is actually really good and I think all the
guys there were in love with her. As for myself I felt a little out of place
and very clumsy, but it was nice to get out. The only time you can really get
out in Sevilla is in the middle of the night, since it's so hot during the day.
While in Sevilla an American
girl from couchsurfing contacted me. She had seen on the site that I was in
Sevilla and she messaged me to tell me that she and her husband had passed
through Algeciras and Sevilla on their honeymoon. However they had left their
camera with all their honeymoon photos on the bus from Algeciras to Sevilla. Daniella
had tracked the camera down to the bus station in Sevilla and wanted to know if
I could pick it up and meet her in Oakland so she could get the pictures. I
agreed to try to get it for them and there started an epic adventure to procure
said camera. Natalee and I stopped by the bus station but the girl there told
us she had no idea what we were talking about. I contacted Danielle for more
information and she told us the camera had been sent by bus to the station and
that she was sure it was there. I talked to her for ages and got a list of
information, then enlisted Hannah, the roommate of our couchsurfing host to
come help. We went back to the station (stopping several times on the way to
avoid dying of heat stroke) with our list of details and asked to speak to the
manager. Maybe he had been trying to keep the camera for himself, but he seemed
a little intimidated by the three of us showing up at the window and handed
over the camera, with all the photos intact. It made my day and Danielle was
over the moon that we had safely obtained her photos. I'll meet up with her and
her husband in the fall to give her the camera. They have a house in Paraguay
and she has offered an open door there whenever I want to come. I might take
her up on that, I would love to see Paraguay.
We stayed three days in
Sevilla, and were planning on hitching to Madrid, but there was a slight
problem with our second couchsurfing host in Sevilla so we ended up taking a
horrible 6-hour night bus to Madrid. Natalee is gifted with the ability to
sleep sitting up but I spent a miserable night on the floor of the bus trying ineffectually
to sleep. We rolled into Madrid at 5am and sat in the bus station until the sun
came up. This all became OK for me when we made the acquaintance of a lovely
hippy guy in the bus station. He was having a hard time finding a computer and
Natalee and I rushed to his aid. He was surprised we offered to help; he said
most people seemed to think he was shady because of his dreadlocks. I told him
we like hippies with dreadlocks.
We had been unable to find a
couchsurfing host in Madrid, so we splurged and spent three nights in a
wonderful hostel. It was a really nice way to end our trip because it was great
to have a place to put our stuff while we explored the city. The hostel had a
kitchen where we could cook food, and due to our tight budget we ended up
having a lot of pasta. There were a lot of interesting people at the hostel and
we immediately made a tight group of friends with a Dutch girl, an insane
Serbian hippy, and two Brazilian guys. We all went out for tapas and beer but
ended up getting a little drunk and into a little trouble. However I avoided
getting into a fight, getting arrested, getting injured and waking up to
someone regretful, so I consider the night a success. The Dutch girl is halfway
through medical school so she and I talked a lot about it. It seems that if med
school is really something that interests me then I should go in Europe.
I didn't take as advantage of
Madrid as much as I wanted. I was tired most of the time, maybe still from the
Ramadan schedule, or maybe because I'm a little depressed about going back to
the states. Natalee ended up getting up early to see the city while I slept all
morning, but I got out a little. I spent a lot of time wandering through a beautiful park in the center of town. I like being alone sometimes, and there were almost no tourists.
We went to a couple museums that have free
hours in the evening. They were crowded but it's really nice for them to offer
free hours. They feel that it betters society to offer free art to the public,
which I completely agree with.
The Prado museum is the
second largest in the world, after the Louvre (which we couldn't afford to go
to). It had some really interesting art, mostly old and religious. I get a
little tired of Jesus art; I can only look at so many paintings in one day.
Jesus is blond and blue-eyed in every one. I would really like to see one that
showed what Jesus actually looked like but he lived thousands of years ago and
there are so many stories about him that I think no one will ever really know
anything about him for sure. There was a
really interesting painting that explained the creation of the Milky Way. It
showed a huge fat woman squeezing her breast and spraying milk that became
stars. It was quite odd.
The next day we visited the
Museum de la Rena Sophia, which is mostly modern art. It might have been my favorite
museum on my travels. They organized the art by date and they had some
fantastic pieces. I saw Picasso, Dali, Kandinsky (a personal favorite of mine)
as well a lot of others. Some of the art I didn't like but most of it I loved. They
had apiece about the Kennedy assassination, which was really interesting. One
of my favorite pieces was a room at the end of a long hallway. I entered the
room to find the artist had told the story of the Obama election with laws
signs. It was so emotional for me, having worked on the campaign and been so
involved with that election. There were McCain signs and Hillary signs but they
mostly were Obama. There were signs as well that said things like, "McCain
fan, you stole our Obama sign but you can't steal our vote". It just
reminded me of that year and how the country so united, everyone talking about
the election and everyone trying so hard to get him elected. Everyone I know
can tell you where they were that night we all watched it on TV, gradually
realizing he was going to win. I have never known the country to be that
unified. And now no one can agree with anyone else and I'm terrified the insane
Republicans will take the presidency. All this came down on my head while I
stood in that room filled with Obama signs and I can't deny I may have shed a
tear or two. I wish desperately I didn't care about politics, that I could live
in blissful ignorance like so many Americans. Traveling abroad for so many
months has really made me see America in a different light, especially when I'm
in places where there is such a strong youth movement. I am continually frustrated
by my people and it feels like the change I try to bring about never seems to
do anything. It's a strong argument for me to plan to go to school in another
country, maybe to take advantage of my British citizenship. When frustrated
with your country how long should you try to make it better before you throw in
the towel and say fuck it, I'm going somewhere else?
Anyway. The museum was
fantastic and I was so happy that we got to see all that art. After that we
walked home through the city. Near the museum there is a fantastic living wall
that is at least 5 stories tall. I was so impressed by it; there were a dozen
different kinds of plants. I want one of those in my house too, along with a
fountain in each room. (My house is going to be the coolest ever...)
There is also a fantastic
house that looks like the architect was on acid. It's covered with faces and
squid and flowers and is totally hectic and crazy. I loved it, and went out of
our way to show Natalee. It was designed for a banker and is held as a meeting
point for officials.
Our last night in Spain we
came back to the hostel to find we had a new roommate in our dorm. Until then
we had enjoyed the dorm with only me and Natalee and two lovely Dutch girls.
However our new roommate was quite a character. He was a Spaniard apparently
from Madrid, and had no bags or belongings. We couldn't figure out what he was
doing in our hostel and we wouldn't get a straight answer out of him because he
was blind drunk. Over a course of several hours he took five showers, each time
using my towel and my roommates' shampoo. Then so smoked a bunch of cigarettes
in the bathroom. It was quite unfortunate. When the Dutch girls tried to confront
him he told them it wasn't necessary to be worried, because he's gay and
"big men fuck him many times". In the end we asked that he be moved
to another room, which was a situation that worked out for all involved. It was
an interesting end of our trip. However the awkwardness of our encounter with the drunken Spaniard was made better by Natalee finally finding churros. They were quite nice.
Early the next morning we
headed out to the airport, Natalee to go back to the US and me to go back to
spend a week more with my family before flying back to the states for the Burning
Man festival. After only 6 months I have very few connections to Bay Area, I
have no job or house to go back to, and only 18 cents in my bank account.
However I'm excited to see my friends so I figure I'll stay around the bay area
at least for a couple months. I can't decide if I'm happy to go back. I'm sure
after all this time I'll experience severe culture shock and I'm definitely not
looking forward to the stress of having to figure out my life. But I feel like
I really need to start being an adult and maybe getting my shit together in
terms of a career.
I have had the greatest time
traveling, getting to visit three continents and more than a dozen countries
and I can't wait to see other exotic places, possibly visiting Saudi Arabia in
the spring to go diving in the Red Sea, one of the best dive sites in the
world. I have made the most amazing friends and seen the craziest things,
climbed a mountain and got stung by jellyfish and somehow avoided getting
arrested by the Greek and Italian police. I hitchhiked with a bunch of meth
heads and narrowly avoided having to prostitute myself at the Turkish border. I
think I took some Canadian guy's virginity (oops...) and broke a French guy's
nose in the middle of the night and managed to not get sold to the illegal
organs trade (my mother is relieved). I was almost forced to convert to Islam
and I can bargain with a Moroccan merchant in Spanish, French and Arabic. I can
say, "you are the nicest goat" in Dutch and can tell an Arab man to
enjoy his Ramadan hunger.
I'd say that isn't half bad.