Sunday, December 11, 2011

Bilbao!


3 Dec 2011

After a long night on the bus, I arrived in Bilbao AN HOUR earlier than expected—which would have been nice under normal circumstances. However, it was still dark, and I wasn’t looking forward to navigating the city in the dark. But, at least it wasn’t raining. J

Since it was still dark, I took the metro to my hostel. However, anyone who knows me well knows that I have a terrible sense of direction. Even though, I had drawn myself a map and had looked at the metro map of the area, I still started walking in the wrong direction and got a little bit lost.

Thankfully, I found a nice old man who sort of helped give me directions to the right street. It turned out I was mostly walking in the right direction! I just hadn’t walked far enough.

My hostel was a little quirky with some neat graffiti on the outside. I hung out inside for a while to warm up and wait for the sun to rise.

My first stop for the day was the Guggenheim Museum. However, on my way to the museum, I decided to take a detour through a neat park called the Doña Casilda Iturrizar. The park had your typical fountains, trees, flowers, and statues. But my favorite part was the duck pond with all the little ducks sleeping.


Ducks!












I continued my walk to the Guggenheim, and I was struck by all the contrasts in Bilbao. It’s a really old city… in one of the few regions untouched by Arabic conquest (because it’s so isolated in the north). Yet, you see all of the old mixed in with the new and modern. I really like that. It’s what gives Bilbao character. Oomph.

I’m not overly fond of modern architecture—even though I really did like Chicago. Modern architecture just seems so cold and emotionless.

The Guggenheim—like the rest of the city—is also full of contradictions. When I arrived at the Guggenheim, I had to stifle laughter. In front of the museum is a grass/flower sculpture of a dog. This type of sculpture seems out of place next to the Guggenheim’s supremely modern architecture.



I’ve mentioned that I’m not really a fan of modern art. Part of this stems from the fact that I’ve studied a lot more historical art and that context helps me to understand—and enjoy—the paintings more.

So I wasn’t very sure if I’d really enjoy the Guggenheim as much as other museums I’ve been to—like the Prado in Madrid.

I’ll be completely honest. There was a lot in the museum that I didn’t like because I don’t care for abstract art. It’s hard for me to see an entirely black canvas as art. I get the idea behind abstract art—the artist is trying to break down the idea of what is art and redefine it. The artist is seeking to find the essence of an object. I just don’t find it particularly moving.

However, within the Guggenheim, I did find works of art that made it well worth the trip. One in particular—The Matter of Time by RichardSerra—was pretty spectacular. This work takes up an entire gallery. It included 6 or 7 giant structures made out of steel—exposed to oxygen to give it a rusted color. All of the structures form curves and ellipses. Not a single surface formed a 90 degree angle with the floor.

Since the sculpture was meant to be experienced by walking through it, the effect of the slanted walls was potent. There were times when the passage was very narrow, and I felt a little bit of panic and began to walk faster. At other times, the passage was broad and I slowed my pace to take it all in. The center was a space of serenity because I was enveloped by the walls and there wasn’t any noise. It was a place of stillness and contemplation.

The most interesting of the sculptures was the last—which was enough to give anyone a panic attack. The sculpture was made of two slanted ellipses. As I walked through it, I would get to the point of the ellipse and have to turn. The passage would continue and seemed to never end. At the beginning, it was really narrow—eventually broadening.

The sculpture was amazing because you couldn’t just passively look at it (though some people did). As I walked through it, my body responded to the changes in space.

After the Guggenheim, I wandered in the direction of the Casco Viejo—the oldest part of the city. Along the way, I saw the famous Zubizuri Bridge, the Plaza de Moyua, and the Plaza Circular.



















Once in the Casco Viejo, I promptly got lost—which is just as well. I never would have found the museum I was looking for without having stumbled upon it.

Before I left for Bilbao, I did my research and learned that there was a Basque culture museum. When I went to Galicia two years ago, one of the coolest museums I visited was the Galician culture museum. It had exhibits that showed what daily life for Galicians had traditionally been like—showing what their houses looked like, what they wore, and traditional jobs. When I saw that there was a similar museum about Basque culture, I knew that I had to go. However, when I arrived in Bilbao and go my map, the museum wasn’t on it. I flipped through another tourist guide and find the address—Plaza de Unamuno. Unfortunately, I couldn’t find the plaza on the map. As I discovered later, it’s just really small, and after a lot of bumbling around, I found it on my own near the archeology museum.

The museum was as I expected it to be. On the top floor, there were examples of Basque pottery and ceramics. The second floor focused on the three main industries in Basque Country—fishing, raising animals, textiles. The first floor contained special exhibits--one with paintings by Ignacio Ipiña and another with Basque artifacts.

However, what made my visit special was a conversation with a man who works for the museum. He feels very passionately about the museum and wanted to share that knowledge with me.

Apparently, two of the paintings in the Basque artifacts exhibit were on loan from a Spanish millionaire. The first painting had an interesting commentary on the situation of the rich and the poor. You can see two men handling money that they got in the form of taxes on artisans and other shop-owners. Oddly-enough, as the man at the museum pointed out, one of the men has a woman's pin in his hat.

In the other painting, there are four court jesters playing some sort of traditional game. Their expressions are amazingly natural and their body language very life-like.

These paintings are privately owned and this is the first time that they have been publicly displayed. The museum man said that it was a shame that they couldn't stay in the museum longer for more people to have the opportunity to appreciate them.

Next, the museum man showed me the Ignacio Ipiña exhibit. Part of what made this exhibit interesting was the fact that it contained paintings that were of the Casco Viejo. In fact, a couple of the paintings featured the stairs outside of the museum. You can check out some of the paintings at this website under la gallería.

One of the most famous of Ipiña's paintings was prominently featured. It has a political figure getting into a car. He´s surrounded by military figures and civilians. The power in this painting lies in how he painted the figures. The politician is very clear with distinct features. The military people are a little less defined but still have clear faces. However, the civilians surrounding the politician and the military men have few defined features. Their faces are in the shadows. What you can see is their hands raised in a heil gesture. The way in which the figures were painted as well as the use of lighting create a powerful image of the blind allegiance of the masses.

The big day!

2 Dec 2011

Over the course of the last week, there has been a flurry of activity on the construction of a display in the lobby of the school. 

I finally asked another teacher about what it is. Turns out it’s the school's belén.

The word belén in Spanish means Bethlehem, and it's the name given to the Nativity scene. The belén is really important in Spain at Christmas. Typically, each city puts together a belén. In fact, there are societies of belenistas responsible for constructing the belén for the respective community.

Some of the parents really get into it! They actually hand-make the parts of the belén

Ours isn't quite done, but I'll post pictures of it soon!

Rough day


1 Dec 2011

Today turned out to be a rather trying day classroom management-wise. There were a couple of students running through the classroom, students who wouldn’t use English, and students intent on creating their own rules for an activity I had planned. However, rather than recount the ways in which today was hard, I’d like to focus on something more positive and interesting to me—linguistics.

jolín--it means "shoot" or "darn." My kids say it ALL the time.

despistado/a--absent-minded or scatter-brained

aguafiestas--literally joining "water" and "party." It means that someone is a killjoy.

diluvio--pouring


Constipado/a—this word threw me off the first time that I heard it used. It’s what we call a false friend or a false cognate. It looks like it might mean something like “constipated.” On the contrary, it actually means “congested” as in “my nose is congested.”  

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas...

30 Nov 2011


It’s that time of year again. If I were in the States right now, I’d expect there to be a nice layer of snow covering the ground. The trees would be bare of leaves—instead, they’d be covered in a glistening of snow and ice.

Here in Alicante, the weather is much the same as it’s been all fall—hovering around 65 degrees. It’s gorgeous—don’t get me wrong. But it never gets cold enough for it to actually snow. In a way, I miss the fact that I won’t be able to sit inside with a cup of hot chocolate watching the snow fall. Or make a snowman with my friends or my sisters. Watch students ice-skate on the Bald Spot. Make peppermint bark with my mom. The list goes on and on.

In light of this nostalgia for a traditional Midwest winter, I decided to channel my energy to teaching my students about what winter is like where I live.

I showed them pictures of my sister making a snowman, me sledding, my family shoveling snow, me ice-skating, random people ice-fishing, and my sisters engaging in a snowball fight.

The kids were delighted! After seeing the initial pictures, they asked how students got to school. I explained that there are actually days in which there isn’t school because of the snow. They all oh-ed and ah-ed.

They laughed at my ice-skating picture—especially when I explained that the day the photo was taken I fell down twice.

In spite of this nostalgia, I’m actually really excited to be spending the winter here! There are PLENTY of things I won’t miss about winter in the Midwest. First and foremost, wearing long underwear to survive when it gets to be -20 degrees F. You know, when they close the public school because it’s too cold, however, the college sends out an email to tell you that you could get frostbite if you are outside for more than 5 minutes, but please be sure to make it to class on time. There is also spending a couple hours shoveling nearly two feet of snow—just so you can get out of your house and make it to the garage where the snow blower is. Nope. Not going to miss that!    

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Out of the mouths of babes...

29 Nov 2011

Sometimes, I'm absolutely astounded by the things that my students say. They can be insightful, crazy, insulting, and super sweet.

Today, I couldn't help but laugh.

One of the students mispronounced the word "feast," and so the teacher said, "What do we know about English?" to the class.

The class, with complete seriousness, replied, "You write it one way and pronounce it another."

I had to contain my laughter.

What would happen if we told our children this when they started to learn how to read?

Sorry, kids. You're learning a really messed up language (orthographically-speaking). We'll give you some rules, but actually those won't really work most of the time. You'll just have to memorize that one!

You get situations like:

  • -ough can be pronounced NINE different ways
    • just to name a few: "through," "thought" and "though" 
  • Homophones make our lives hard because you don't know for sure which way to pronounce it without context. See if you can pronounce these correctly the first time: 
    • The bandage was wound around the wound.
    • The farm was used to produce produce.
    • The dump was so full that it had to refuse more refuse.
  • There are words/phrases that just don't even make sense. I found a few of these on the internet. 
    • Why do we park in a driveway and drive on a parkway?
    • Why do you recite at a play but play at a recital?
    • Why do noses run and feet smell?
Later that day, a student asked me if it was true that people in the US only have one last name. 

I already knew that Spaniards have two last names, but I always forget that they think it's weird that we only have one last name. The first last name is usually the father's surname, and the second last name comes from the child's mother. This is handy because you can tell how people are related--if it's through their mothers or fathers.

My students had all sorts of questions. If I only have one last name, who do I get it from? What do Spanish speakers do in the US? Do they keep two last names? What happens when you get married? 

Birthdays

28 Nov 2011

Yesterday, one of my roommates and I got together to make a birthday cake for our third roommate. We made a delicious cake that my mom usually makes for my birthday! It's a chocolate cake that has chocolate chips in it. Then, to make it MORE decadent, you can add chocolate frosting on top! Since it has pudding mix in it, it's super moist and delicious!

In light of this occasion, I've learned a lot about birthday customs here in Spain--which are surprisingly very different.

In the United States, it's typical for families to hold birthday parties for their kids. On this occasion, parents will invite the child's friends and classmates to their house or some other venue. However, as we get older, it's more common for friends to treat the birthday boy or girl on his or her birthday. At least for me, I usually will make a special meal or bake a cake for my friends in the US on their birthday.

However, in Spain, the birthday boy or girl is the one who treats his or her friends. So if a group of friends goes out for dinner and drinks for someone's birthday, the birthday boy or girl is the one who usually pays.

My Italian roommate will be making a special dinner for us on Tuesday night to celebrate her birthday. This feels so backwards to me.

Subir-ing that montana...

27 Nov 2011

As with any Thanksgiving celebration, days after we STILL have leftovers. So today, I got together with an American friend to try to finish up some of our Thanksgiving leftovers.

We started with some leftover salad because almost no one ate any of the salad at our Thanksgiving meal. We also made grilled cheese sandwiches with tomato and cucumber slices. Then, for dessert, we finished off the sweet potato pie and ice cream.

We were stuffed after lunch! So we decided to wander around Alicante in order to walk it off...

In doing so, we inadvertently subir-ed (walked up) the mountain.

We started our stroll by the beach because it's still incredibly nice outside. Most days, it's about 65 degrees F.

Look at that beach! Isn't it beautiful?
After leaving the beach, we wandered around the barrio (the old neighborhood). Here, we stumbled upon some amazing graffiti.



I like this one in particular. It says: Painting graffiti is prohibited.
In some ways, I enjoy seeing graffiti more than going to art museums. Graffiti tells you what people are thinking and how they are feeling in a way that mainstream art never will. Mainstream art is created to be sold, and so it has to conform to what people are willing to buy. Graffiti is done as a form of pure expression. An arena in which no one (at least initially) can censor you.

As we walked through the barrio, I saw a cute little white church that I wanted to see. So we took a path that we thought would lead us to the church.

Instead, it led us to the wall of the castle, and we made the decision to walk up to the main part of the castle.  The sun was just starting to set--which gave us one of the most beautiful views of Alicante.

The Castle! 
Que bella!