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enyorança (p: [ə ɲu 'ran sə]) - catalan: n. a state of longing

Chronicling the ex-expat life and the desire for something greater. Experiences, thoughts, and ideas formed because of a former lifestyle that's disappeared. Global culture, domestic lifestyle. Consolidated into an outlet that may or may not be interesting to anyone else. Also a kind of travel blog because sometimes I go places. All photography is mine unless credited otherwise.

dilluns, 28 de febrer del 2011

Biutiful

I started watching Biutiful last night, more out of curiosity than anything else.  After the trainwreck that was (for me) Vicky Cristina Barcelona, I've been a little hesitant about any film shot in Barcelona in which the city features prominently.  No movie about the city has yet to beat L'Auberge Espagnole as far as I'm concerned, so before I continue, let me just say that if you haven't seen it yet, go out and watch it now.  It is one of my top-five favorite movies.

Anyway, I don't know if I'll actually finish watching it because the video quality is so shoddy that I can barely understand what's going on (it's from a camera, which, I know I know, but, it's all that's offered since the film isn't out on DVD yet) and I'm totally lost.  And it's supposed to be a visually striking movie as well, and, yeah, not seeing it.  I'll probably just end up waiting for the DVD to come out, then I'll be able to watch it and enjoy it like I should.


diumenge, 27 de febrer del 2011

"Visca Catalunya Lliure!"

On the way to Ikea yesterday afternoon with my parents, I was listening to an episode of La Competència, my favorite radio program ever which airs on RAC1 in Catalunya (it is in Catalan), which I get through podcasts.  It was from last Tuesday,  and featured a discussion on an article written by Catalan journalist Quim Monzó for La Vanguardia, a Barcelona-based newspaper which publishes in Spanish (it's going to start publishing in Catalan in May).  It's an article about the coach for the Girona football team, Raül Agné, who walked out on a post-match press conference he was giving because he was told to answer a question in Spanish instead of Catalan, when the question had been asked in Catalan (something done all the time by journalists and coaches in press conference; if the coach speaks the language a question is asked in, he responds in that language).


dimecres, 23 de febrer del 2011

Love Lives...or Lack Thereof

So I kind of have this "gig" this week watching two 6-month-old babies while their parents are doing a seminar on foreign language learning.  It's (theoretically) paying, and at this point, I really only have to watch one kid since the other is sick and fussy and can't be without her parents.  It's not a bad deal really, and I like the work.  The kid's easy to take care of, and I get meals and breaks, with opportunities to talk with the participants in the seminar (all missionary candidates).  They're all great to talk to, but the one issue, if I can really call it that, is that I am the only single person there.  At least among the candidates.  And I'd even be willing to bet that I'm not the youngest one, either.  I bet if everyone found out my real age (I look young for my age, which I'm told is a blessing...) it'd get even more awkward fast.

It's weird.  I'm technically in the "not looking/not considering" stage.  You know, the "I really don't want to date anyone right now/I'm not ready/I don't feel like I can handle it, etc." stage.  Honestly, I'd love to be in a relationship.  I'd love to feel taken care of, loved, like I'm worth something, all of that.  But I don't want any kind of commitment.  Any kind.  I'm not even talking marriage here, I'm talking dating.  Not because I don't believe in it, or because I don't feel like I can commit, I just don't want anything, or anyone, tying me down anywhere at the moment.  I don't want to feel like I can't go anywhere or do anything because I have a certain someone who wants or needs me around.  I don't want to feel like I can't go anywhere or do anything because I don't want to leave him behind.


dimecres, 16 de febrer del 2011

A Case of the February Blues, Football-Style

So I guess I’ll talk about football (“soccer” for North Americans, just to clarify).  While I’ve been in Canada with my family I’ve had little opportunity to watch matches, mostly because internet service, for being Canada a so-called “developed” country, is pretty shabby up here, especially on weekends.  My computer freezes with the weak internet, and I’ve only been able to watch the few games I’ve either been able to leave the house for, such as the November 29th clásico (the Spanish term for “derby”, especially in reference to the match-up between Real Madrid and FC Barcelona, one of the biggest, if not the biggest, rivalry in the sport) and the last Champions League match in the round robin stage between Barcelona and Rubin Kazan.  So I regretfully haven’t been able to see much anymore.  Basically, I really only know what’s going on anymore because of Twitter and the sports press.

Thankfully, my team (Barcelona) has been having yet another brilliant season.  We’re five points ahead of the “eternal rivals”, Real Madrid, at the top of the league, and we’re still in the running for two other championships.  In April the King’s Cup final will be played against Real Madrid (the first time they’ve been in the final in 21 years…a match which was also a Barcelona-Madrid match up; the last two seasons they were eliminated by Second Division B sides in the first round), and the Round-of-16 in the European Champions League just kicked off this week.  It could be another treble for Barça, a repeat of the 2008-2009 season.

Since my house has been without internet for a little over a week now I really have no idea about what’s going on in the football world anymore, but given the fanbase of this sport, I can’t say I’m complaining too much.  To be honest, I’m thisclose to closing all my social media accounts and just saying “screw it” and only talk about the sport with my family, who doesn’t get caught up in the drama and the pithiness that seems to revolve around the (predominantly female) fanbase.  I need more guys to talk football with, really.  Anyway, for the last week and a half I’ve known nothing about what’s going on in the football world.  I’m actually okay with this.  For the last few matches I’ve been told the scores, like today’s loss to Arsenal in the final ten minutes, and Saturday’s draw against Sporting Gijón, ending our 16-match winning streak (a Liga record; and we finally got a result other than a win away).

Now, I have no idea what other Barcelona fans are saying.  I’m not connected right now as I type this, so my opinions are solely my own and “unpolluted” so to speak.  But here are my thoughts on both of these results for those who care to read them.

dissabte, 5 de febrer del 2011

Spanish Mix

I have no idea what this mix is for or from, but it must have been made around April of last year because of the music that's in it.  Anyway, I found it and figured I'd share it, because it has some music in it that I think is worth your while if you're interested in Spanish music.  Most of the artists in this mix are Spanish (from Spain), but all the music is definitely Spanish-influenced, as there's some flamenco in here.

(Note: This isn't the order the tracks are in in the folder, just the way I'd *like* them to be arranged.  But you can do whatever you want with them in the end.)


divendres, 4 de febrer del 2011

Madrid? Or just the Gran Vía?

Photo © hazy.eyes on Flickr
I do love Madrid just as much as the next person.  In January 2008 I spent a weekend visiting a friend who took me to all these hot places (he was studying law and did some DJing as well), which I was completely under-dressed for, but he had an apartment right near the Palacio Real and even though there were some awkward moments, the experience overall was pretty fun.

Downtown Madrid is wonderful.  The museums, the ambiance, the busyness...it's an incredible city.  Even on a Sunday morning at 6 am while leaving a club the city is still busy.

But one of the things that aggravates me about the city is the fact that the only pictures that people seem to post (and like, when that can be seen) are those of the Gran Vía/Calle de Alcalá.  It's always pictures of the same strip, the strip around the Edificio Metrópolis (on the left in the above image) on the Calle Alcalá which meets the Gran Vía (which is straight ahead in said image).  The reason this aggravates me is because there is so much more to Madrid than this small strip.  There's the Puerta del Sol a few blocks down on Alcalá (Alcalá comes from the Puerta del Sol), there's the Palacio Real.  The Palacio de Comunicaciones and Cibeles.  The Puerta de Alcalá.  The Prado Museum.  The Thyssen-Bornemisza Gallery.  The Reina Sofía.  Atocha train station.  Plaza Mayor.  And that's just in the Sol district.  Madrid is a big city.  It's the largest city in Spain and the country's capital.

There is so much more to see and do in Madrid than just what's on the Gran Vía.  And I just feel that focusing on this small section of the city is like saying that Times Square is the only monument in Manhattan, or that the Golden Gate Bridge the only monument in San Francisco.  Or the Eiffel Tower the only monument in Paris.

I do honestly love Madrid.  I may love Barcelona more, but I still love visiting Madrid when I get the chance (which I haven't had since January 2008).  I just wish it were appreciated more for what it is as a whole than just four or five pretty buildings on the corner of two major streets.

dijous, 3 de febrer del 2011

Summer 2010 Mix

I originally shared this over at my 1st Tumblr (which I left in November) in September.  It features some of my favorite songs from last summer, songs which I totally jammed out to on my various trips, such as Barcelona, Bilbao and Salamanca, as well as a couple trips I took into New York City.  A lot of these songs I got hooked on in my many hours of listening to Barcelona-based dance radio station Flaix.fm (they stream live over the internet!), and others I've had long before that but I didn't really listen to them until this past summer.

It's all dance/house music, very radio- and club-friendly, but it's still pretty decent music (though I'll admit that a lot of the songs did become quite overplayed last year, especially the David Guetta tracks).  Enjoy.

Gran Via de les Corts Catalanes, Barri del Clot (la Dreta de l'Eixample), Barcelona. 30 May, 2010.

Traveling low-budget (you know you can!)

Basically...what I'm about to say will probably make me come off as elitist and bitchy.  Comments that will probably be deserved considering.  It's just one of those topics I get incensed about really easily and that you could say I'm really passionate about.  Not as passionate as the language politics/nationalism debate in Spain, but close.  I'm just generally a really opinionated person.  Make of that what you will.

Anyway, I posted a rant on my Wordpress blog (which this one is going to be substituting most likely, sorry everyone who was really into that one) probably about a month ago about the tourism industry and tourism in general.  I always feel like I'm stepping on people's toes with it, that it's something that really seems to offend people and their sensibilities or whatever so I'm usually pretty hesitant to say these things in person.  Just...hear me out.

Here's the thing.  I'm not "anti" the tourism industry or even the tourism industry in general.  There is a lot of money to be generated from it, which stimulates economic growth, which is a great thing for many countries.  Plus there's the whole traveling bit, and travel is never a bad thing for anyone, no matter how broke it makes you (I speak from experience...I'm still paying for the month-long trip to Spain I took last year).  Experiences outside your home country is always a good thing.  My complaint, or grievance as it were, is more about the attitudes of the people who engage in said activity of tourism.  And not even all people, but the people for whom the tourism industry seems to be most geared towards.  Those people with disposable income who enjoy luxury, who expect to be treated a certain way and who expect things to just be a certain way whenever they arrive at their destination (and sometimes even before they do).  The people who won't book anything lower than a three-star hotel and won't eat at any restaurant unless it's in the Michelin guide and who think that just because they've traveled that automatically gives them "culture".

I'm a huge fan of traveling on a budget.  I'm a huge fan of living on a budget.  I believe that you can, and should travel often regardless of how much money is in the bank, provided you do have means of earning it back and making sure you don't go completely broke of course.  But honestly, I do believe that you can visit a city like Rome or even Paris, known for its luxury and cost, on a budget.  Which certainly sounds great to college students and even career adults who have a comfortable job but would still like to travel.  The thing is, most of the travel/tourism ads advertise luxury.  Luxury cruises, luxury hotels, luxury everything.  They really make people feel that if they're not loaded, they can't afford to travel.

I beg to differ.  It's quite possible to visit a foreign country and spend very little money.  How?  Flying coach.  Using websites like Kayak and Orbitz to find cheap flights.  Staying in youth hostels.  This works better when you're under 25, but there's still the "inn" route; in Spain at least they have what are called "hostales", which work differently from the youth hostels (called "albergues") in that you're not sharing a room with complete strangers.  You're on your own for meals and there isn't any personalized service (i.e. housekeepers, room service, etc.), but they tend to be much cheaper than your average hotel.  For meals, usually that small café or bar down the street will have excellent food for very little money.  In Spain they have these brilliant little things called Daily Menus, or "Menús del Día" in which you're offered a choice of various first courses, various second courses, and a dessert and drink for around 10€ depending on the city/area.  Barcelona and the Basque Country tends to run a little higher, like around 12 or 13 maybe (though you can still find 10€ offers), but you can always catch the metro or the cercanías (local service train) to an outside suburb, at least in Barcelona, and get something.  The food is excellent, cheap, and completely native.  You're eating what the natives eat, and paying as much as they do.  Awesome, right?

I like these options because I'm of the belief that when you travel, you travel to get to know and understand the world.  I realize people are always traveling and doing the whole luxury thing and generally don't seem to give a crap about the country they're visiting except to see the sights, take some pictures, and buy some souvenirs.  Which isn't even inherently wrong.  But my question is...what's the motive?  Are you traveling just to say you've been somewhere and have the pictures to prove it?  Or are you traveling to get to know more of the world you live in, to experience more of its people, its cultures, its ways of life, its color?  Are you just checking cities and countries off a map, or are you genuinely interested in stories, like that time you tried to find your way back to your hostel or inn and no one could speak English well enough to understand you (and for you to understand them)?  To be honest, I've never set foot in a luxury hotel, or anything luxury for that matter, anywhere outside the US.  I don't know what it's like to expect the hotel staff to provide everything for me; I've never been to a spa, never been on a yacht.  I have gotten many menús del día, I have eaten at kebap places because they're the cheapest food you can get that's incredibly filling and just really damn good, and I've stayed at youth hostels in less congested parts of town, where the native language is the way to get around.  And, I'll be fair, I have stayed in hotels with groups of classmates all on the same class trip doing our own kind of tourism.  Though they were also far from four- or five-star establishments.

My point is, ignore the ads.  Ignore the tourism agencies.  There's nothing wrong with a little luxury here and there if you can afford it.  I plan on going all-out for my honeymoon, whenever that is.  But I also know that even with a four- or five-star experience, I'd probably still be out there on the streets at the bazaar looking for random bits and pieces, trying to spark up a conversation with the people on the street, eating their food (even if most of it ends up on my face and hands).  Just because that's how I know how to travel.  It's what I know.  My little brain can't comprehend how people can go places and not have those experiences, and while I try not to judge, I end up doing so anyway.  So I guess what I'm saying is, yes, you can travel abroad.  You can have that cultural experience you've been waiting for.  And you'll probably end up appreciating it far more on a budget than you would if you were to live the high-class life.

Just saying.

dimarts, 1 de febrer del 2011

Sometimes I miss university.

Especially when I find e-mails like this in my uni inbox:
I hope you were excited that Spain got to the World Cup Finals at long last!  I saw the last part of the game in the dentist's chair--missed some of the action since the dentist's hand was in front of the screen, but saw the winning goal.  Anyway, I hope that your preparations for Barcelona are proceeding well.  Stay in touch.  It was great having you in class this past semester!
That's from the prof I had last year at this time for my International Studies seminar class (I graduated with a major in IS; originally started as a minor, but got bumped up to a major two weeks before graduation) and History of Yugoslavia, which I took for extra credits that I was missing.  They were two of my favorite classes from my entire university career (which lasted five years), and the prof helped.

I wrote my IS final paper on nationalism in Spain, focusing on the Basque and Catalan movements.  The prof was actually going to be teaching a class on nationalism the next semester (she's an expert on the former Yugoslavia) and told me that she was fascinated and impressed with my paper because she didn't know much about the movements in Spain (she knew they existed, but not to the depths that I explained), mostly because of the complexities of Spanish history and the language itself.  I have a feeling she may have used my paper when discussing the topic in the class but I guess I'll never really know for sure.

But still.  We had a great conversation while discussing my paper and she was definitely my favorite prof out of the many I had in university.  If I ever need a professor's reference to apply for grad school in the US, I know she'd help me out.  Good times.  I'm so glad my last semester of university was as good as it was, despite all the work.  I really think that the more work you have to do for a class the more enjoyable the class is.  Even the class I took on Foreign Language Acquisition, which I stressed out a ton about, was incredibly interesting and enjoyable.  Which makes me think I really would have been better off at a better school, though I can't complain too much about the education I did get.

So aggravated right now

How is it only 2 pm and I'm already this pissed off at the world?  I haven't even left the house yet and I just want to throw things across the room.

Woke up this morning listening to my parents downstairs talking about the Foreign Service Officer Test I'm taking next week.  My mom asked me about it last night and basically told me that I underrate myself too much, and started giving me all these examples (based on one of the sample questions in the study guide I have) of "creative ideas" I've had.  I honestly do not see myself as a creative person, but my mom insists that drawing and writing constitutes creativity, regardless of the fact that I cannot draw properly without a decent reference and I can't even write anything without first being given an idea.  And I highly doubt helping the choir I was in my freshman year of university with their pronunciation of French and Spanish songs count either seeing as how I did not volunteer for that, but was rather volunteered.  And it's not like that even takes a lot of creativity: it's basically just saying "Here's how the phrase is supposed to sound, get it as right as you can and don't make these mistakes."  My mom insisted that because I was the only person who could have done that that it made me creative, but I really beg to differ.  I'm just not creative.  And I certainly haven't been told that any of my ideas are creative.  They may say I'm creative, but I've never been told any one specific thing I've done is creative.  Because no one compliments me on my work, they just compliment what I've said or what I've done in general.  I grew up being told that "modesty is the best policy" and maybe I've taken it to heart a little too much because I swear I can't even accept compliments from people because I'm convinced they want something.  Or they're just trying to be nice.  Not that I don't like anything I've done, but I've just gotten so used to not receiving compliments on things I've worked really hard on that I guess I've stopped caring.  No, I really don't trust people at all.  I don't trust them to be nice to me, I don't trust them to be honest with me.  Which is probably why I have a hard time being honest with other people.  Whatever.  I have issues.  I get it.

And then my computer decided it wasn't going to work for about two and a half hours when I got downstairs.  It does this a lot, it mostly has to do with the amount of RAM my computer has (or doesn't), but since I'm broke and have bills to pay on top of it, I don't have money to expand my RAM, so my computer complains and whines and freezes on me, taking forever to load.  Not to mention that every time I click on a tab in Chrome (the only browser that functions properly on this machine; thankfully it's my favorite browser anyway) my entire computer freezes up.  I'm probably going to have all these Mac nerds commenting now telling me to get a Mac, and you know what, SCREW YOU AND YOUR MAC ELITISM.  I don't give a damn.  Macs are expensive.  I don't have $1500 to buy a new computer.  Hell, I don't even have $500 to buy a new computer.  It's much more probable for me to just buy more RAM and upgrade to Windows 7 (yes, I'm running that ass of Vista...I bought this computer in December 2007 just before I left for Spain to study abroad because I needed a laptop) for less than what a new computer would cost.  And I honestly do like my HP.  It's gone through a few bumps (three re-formats in three months, but since April 2009 I haven't had any issues), and I'm 99% positive that the issues I'm having right now are RAM-related since I only have a gig of it.  My hard drive is doing great, so really, I just need to boost the memory and I'll be fine.

Okay, so things aren't going that badly.  It's just that computer problems tend to aggravate every problem I have in my life.  Thankfully my Zune (Yep, Microsoft's answer to the iPod, and to be honest, I love it better than I could love any iPod.  My only complaint is that 80 gigs of storage is far too few for me (don't even ask), but other than that, this thing is amazing.  It really is.  I would only consider parting with it for a nice 32 or 64-gb iPod Touch, and even then, I'd just keep it as a portable internet browser.  Anyway.  Point is, I love my Zune.) has stayed with me through every computer and general technology issue I've had.  Love it to bits.

Oh, and then there's all the football (soccer for North Americans) wank going on in the fandom about Fernando Torres that's just making me lose my mind.  I don't even really like the guy (I honestly think he's overrated; guy's got talent but lately he's been way off form and injury-prone.  As soon as he gets over that I think he'll be great again.) but holy crap, people are going bonkers over it and pretty much everything that comes out of the hardcore Torres fans is laughable.  Either they can't understand why he'd "betray" Liverpool, or they laugh at people who are upset about it, whatever.  I honestly can't say that I blame his motives, but I definitely think that the way he left was incredibly disrespectful to Liverpool fans (which I am not, I only support FC Barcelona and Athletic Bilbao in the Spanish league, and I really only watch Barça matches) and the comment he made at the press conference for Chelsea saying how he was finally able to play at a big club was uncalled for and downright rude.  As a non-fan it was actually kind of amusing, but people...oh gosh, people.  Let's just say that I really can't stand fangirls: those people whose entire existences revolves around their favorite player(s), most of whom are just really realy hot, those people who think that supporting FC Barcelona and Real Madrid (and Manchester United and Liverpool) is okay, those people who will now be Chelsea fans because their favorite player (Torres) now plays for them.  The headaches.  Which is why I'm here, on Blogspot.  As a refuge from the crazy on Tumblr.

This ended up being a lot longer than I intended.