Tuesday, (Martes) 28 Julio - pronounced Mal-a-gar...

Disappointingly, Malaga is not as pretty as her sisters to the North - this port city is pocked with major construction amidst the Romanesque buildings, and the twisting warren of streets offers no surprises if you´ve already wandered through similar calles in Seville and Granada.

Catching the coach from Granada to Malaga was a very cost effective 9.85 euros and offered a smooth 90 minutes trip on the clear roadway; but I got totally spiked on the taxi cost from the Estacion de Autobus Malaga to my hotel - 20 euros!! Practically double the price! :(
My suspicions were aroused when I got into the cab and the driver didn´t bother putting on the meter...when I queried this, he said that it was standard that all fares from the bus station to any location in Malaga were 20 euros. What the...?! (don´t forget, that´s close to AU$40)

I pretty much said, stop the car, I want to get out now! The driver chattered in rapid Spanish and quickly pulled the taxi over and while I was voicing my protest, pulled out a sheet of printed distance prices. Pointing to a line, I read that the cost from the Malaga bus station to Torremolinos was 18 euros.
I scowled, but said, "vale" (meaning okay and pronounced "bah-lay") and as the drive went on I realised just how far that bloody bus station was. Not to mention that though my hotel is supposed to be in Torremolinos, Malaga; that´s like saying Fremantle is part of the city of Perth, kinda true, but not exactly within walking distance!

The driver must have felt guilty about saying 20 euros initially as when I gave him the money, he set his mouth and handed me back 2 euros, sticking to the recommended cost.
So far, the cabbies here in Spain have been pretty good and rarely round up your fare, they make a point of giving you back your small change.

As I entered the Hotel Natali, everyone in the lobby looked to be heading to the beach and there were heaps of kids running around. I noticed posters for ´family fun play areas´, advertised programs for buses heading down to the beach, on to theme parks and animal exhibitions... I started to realise that I was in a mid range family resort and worried about what my room was going to end up like...

My instincts were on the money, as when I clicked into my room I surveyed such basic accommodation, I don´t know how it had the nerve to call itself a 3 star location.

• No remote on the very small TV (and it was missing it´s buttons so you couldn´t even change the channels manually). Cost to get a remote? 20 euros, refunded to you on check out.
• No minibar (I rarely buy anything from them, but I like the fridge option as I usually clear a space to chill some water or fruit).

It was a seriously simple room with a basic en suite and a double bed, but little else to recommend it. Motels in America have more amenities!

I guess this close to the beach they figure you wouldn´t want to spend too much time in your room anyway...

On my usual afternoon tromp I found the beach, loads of European tourists and thankfully, the Terremolinos train stop. I caught it this morning to the centre of Malaga proper, a good 30 minutes of travelling time which stops at the city´s airport about halfway through the journey.

The train itself is rather high off the platform, and with at least two steps up, is a bit of a struggle for anyone with luggage (a good three quarters of all the passengers on my ride in). So I´m bearing this in mind for my own trip tomorrow as I escape Malaga and hop onto an afternoon train to Cordoba.

I did get to visit the elegant Museo de Picasso in Calle San Augustin today though, right next to a spectacular Romanesque cathedral.

The museum was filled with lithographs, sketches, 3D metalwork, paper cuttings, smaller paintings and a wide variety of the artist´s experimental etchings.

Picasso certainly had a sense of humour...! Or is it just me thinking that as I grin at various pieces which look inverted, are warply strange and in some cases display the original definition of cute (ugly but interesting) which are later revealed in their titles to be muses, friends or in one particularly smudge-like smear, a cat :)

The museum also houses an extra treat: entry into the lower levels beneath the main halls where a small but important archaeological juncture showcases a slice of early ´Malaka´; when the city was home to the Phoenicians (over 2000+ years ago) and was a rich commercial centre specializing in silver and copper. This area was later taken over by Carthagian and then Roman rulers, before a long period of Moorish influence and then present Christian sovereignty.

The small exhibit highlighted Phoenician pottery shards (a few wonderfully painted), simple rooms and various work areas; a fascinating reminder that with each new culture overlayed on Spain they have scored a compelling chapter in her rich history.

Oh, shout-out to the cute (modern definition, natch) curly haired, helpful and very attentive museum usher who was definitely looking when I headed over to my next exhibition level. All I could give him was a flirtly smile... :)

Sunday (Domingo) 26 Julio - Granada

Granada´s city central (centro) is very tidy. After grabbing a taxi with a chatty cabbie (we managed to have a pretty decent conversation with my limited Spanish - yay, for all that studying!) to the three star Hotel Jean Miguel on Acera de Darro (Puerta Real), I settled into my modest room and went out for my usual survey of the city.

Hotel Jean Miguel was within pretty easy walking distance to most of the shopping and restaurants in Granada central and I was grateful to discover that my three star accommodation affords me a standing shower and en suite - aaah, much as I loved Senora Gordillo´s colourful home, I really enjoy being able to take a hot shower at the end of the day of tourist traipsing :)
(She had a lovely large bathroom, but no shower fixture.)

Back to Granada; the blooms dressing the elegant lampposts here are a rather French touch, and the facades of most of the buildings with their decorated iron balconies and narrow shutters definitely reflect a francophile accent. Walk a little further out from the centre though (as I did later and as usual got lost) and large tracts of the city seemed to be earmarked for upgrading as half streets were plowed up and netting skirted all of the work to protect the relatively oblivious pedestrians - maybe the civil engineers are putting in a light rail or metro?

Anyway, after about two+ hours of walking, I did eventually circle back to my hotel - since dusk only settles in Spain at about 10pm, I pretty much tell myself that if I don´t know where the heck I am by nightfall, I´ll catch a cab.
However, there were loads of families and the senior set walking around (with friends or family or pets - or all three in some instances) so I didn´t feel too exposed as a lost tourist (key, look like you know where you´re going, even if you don´t!) and I managed to find an internet cafe (they seem to double as public multi scale phone booths over here.)

I decided to do some solid research and booked the rest of my Spanish hotel stays (I didn´t want to chance getting into a location with nowhere to rest my weary head) and set up my rooms for Malaga, Cordoba, Toledo, Madrid, Bilboa and Barcelona online with Zuji travel. They had been pretty helpful when I had been looking for my two week stay in Beijing last year, and had found me something central, available and cost-effective during the Games - quite an impressive search engine feat.

I think I´m going to have to take to the roads as well for a few of my travels intercity. While I´ll use rail when I can, coaches have been recommended as being just as good and comparable in time to trains here, and are usually cheaper. (I´ll save the extra dosh for my accommodation.)

My one worry was the stretch from Bilboa to Barcelona. It will be a 7 hour bus ride (6.5 by train) and an minuscule 1 hour by air...but Iberia Airlines seems to be the main airline flying out of the northern Basque city, and after they dropped the ball and delayed my luggage for FOUR days in Seville, you´ll understand if I don´t want to take the chance of the same thing happening on the final leg of my Spanish trip.

So, I´ve just finished breakfast and now it´s off to the Alhambra!

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Wow, am I glad I didn´t try to walk up to this location! I had been pounding the pavement last night trying to get my bearings and see if my hotel was within walking distance to Granada´s famed monument, but since I couldn´t find it (despite seeing signposts on a few of streets pointing vaguely left), I decided to catch a cab instead to save on the sweat and frustration.

I never would have found it on my own.
It´s up a hilly incline and through narrow streets barely open enough to take two cars; but 5 euros later I was in the very well organised ticket entrance to this Moorish legacy with an all encompassing ticket that seems designed to track you wherever you went throughout the estate. (You have to show your ticket to be scanned before entry just about everywhere).

Almost like Disneyland (!) you were given a time stamp as to when you could enter the main Palicio de Nasrid as they only allow about 300 or so people in at any one time to wander through, I guess to not overburden the building and maybe to also allow for decent personal pics not starring a mass of anonymous tourists.

The Alhambra is still undergoing some restoration as it has suffered decades of pillage and decay and an attempt by Napoleon´s troops to blow it up (hah! I knew the French were here at some point); but the exquisite craftsmanship is evident, and the delicate cravings of floral motifs and Arabic script still survive in their bleached beauty, though here and there you can see evidence of painted sections which hint at what this wonder would have looked like under the ruling caliphs of antigua (antique) Spain.

It is an incredibly hot day here today, about 37C; and while I enjoyed wandering through the Yannat al Arif or Generalife, the palace gardens located on the Alhambra´s northern side; I tried to keep in the shade as much as possible and kept dipping my hands in the cool rushing water of the numerous fountains circling through these once upon a time orchards and pastures.
The location is currently set up for Granada´s annual music and dance festival (oh, to see a flamenco show here!) and I can imagine that it would be a fantastical backdrop to showcase some of Spain´s performing artists.

Off to the playa (beach) tomorrow! :) (Not really)

I´m on the bus to Malaga, the port city of Southern Spain.

Saturday (Sabado) 25 Julio

Friday was my last full day in Seville and I spent most of it taking sensory photos of the Andalucian cuidad.
Oh, I know I have a multitude of photos already of this ornamental azulejos inspired city, but you almost want to take a snap shot with your other senses too - the taste of jamon iberico (cured pork) sprinkled over cool gazpacho with a tasty tortilla to follow; the earworm infection of the flamenco pop hit worked on in my dance class; the day to day easy friendship from my hostess Senora Gordillo and her ever alert dog, Scooby.

I got a chance to catch up with model pretty Alice at the CLIC library too (yes, I still studied Spanish in the morning!), she´s so easy to tease and admire, we and 4 others had been sweating it out in the flamenco classes at Museo de Baile Flamenco with our lean and snake hipped instructor Victor (pronounced "Bic-tor" thanks to the Spanish dialect´s easy interchange of the letters "v" and "b").
She had always tried valiantly to survive the hand clapping and foot stamping rhythm warm ups Victor mostly opened the lessons with, though she was mostly convinced that she was always a beat off. (You were fine Alice - just have fun!:)

In the afternoon I had planned to visit the Museo de Bellas Artes, an easy and obvious choice as it was just up the road from my Redes calle (street) home stay and also recommended by my DK Spain book.

A converted convent now housing some of the works of Spain´s premier painters and sculptors, the museum itself was a architectural showcase with the magnificent chapel a glorious jewel box of quiet gilt and religious iconography. Though not as head-rushingly sublime as the Sistine (you´re convinced Michaelangelo´s figures are coming towards you the longer you stare at them), it nevertheless impressed with it´s craftsmanship and execution.

Wandering through the well placed salas (rooms), I remembered again how much I enjoy looking at art; I never seem to get much of a chance to go to galleries back in Perth (okay, WA Art Gallery - we have a date when I get back!) and I seem to save it all for my holidays and then almost OD.

I was also lucky enough to get into Bellas Arte for free, it´s normally only gratis for EU passport holders (despite Australia and New Zealand´s United Nations standing as part of "Greater Europe"!) but the cheery female ticket seller cut me a complimentary ticket anyway when I sounded downcast at being Yo vivo Australia (I live in Australia) and passed it to me with a knowing wink.

And now I´m on my way to Granada, travelling by train (a mode of transport I´m hoping to utilize for most of my travel - both for the buena vista [good view] and to keep track of my luggage!)

So, it was a fond farewell to the Senora this morning and a parting gift of a stylishly simple wooden photo frame to add to her collection (she fills them with lovely snaps of her extended family both near and far) and a box of what else? Scooby snacks for my perro (dog) pal :)

Smoking Sevillians

I´ve made my peace with my language classes. I´m going to do them on my own terms and that means I´m stepping away from the frustration inherent by actually GOING to my classes and pretty much using the allotted time to take advantage of the decent biblioteca (library) they have here at the school and working through the grammar, conjugations, language and discovery on my own.

I made my mind up about this on Monday evening, after reflecting that I really couldn´t see myself going through another week of stumbling through what is essentially a relatively approachable language. I´ve enjoyed learning Japanese and was reasonable at getting by in Mandarin, I can at least read Spanish from the get go!

As always, the flamenco classes are the highlight to this educational section of my holiday, despite the lack of a fan in the studio. A couple of girls have decided that the bring-you-own version will have to do, and regularly flutter their simple Spanish fans in the breaks between choreography - I´m totally jealous and have vowed to buy my own tourist sweat saver at my earliest convenience.

The people here seem fairly robust and healthy, the Spanish diet of seafood, fresh fruit and vegetables, with copious amounts of olive oil throughout probably gives them a boost towards overall longevity, however there is one very big vice that squares them back to the average life expectancy (or lower).
Smoking.

Seriously, it´s everywhere. Smoking was pretty noticeable in Japan and China too, but I did observe that overall, it seemed to be the older male population that regularly lit up. I very rarely saw women smoke over there and if they did, they were wizened and sun baked, maybe on the poorer end of the demographic.

But here...! Everytime I see a pretty girl light up a cancer stick I flash to that ad which depicted a fresh faced brunette smoking serenely to Vivaldi´s Four Seasons...by her final exhale she resembles a hag out of Tales from the Crypt!
I can´t remember whether it´s from Australia´s Quit campaign, but I think I saw it on one of those commercial compilation shows (maybe even The Gruen!), probably in the same shocking medical section as cutting out brain aneurysms and confronting car accidents.

I suspect even the Senora I am living with smokes; I bet the tax is minuscule for cigarettes over here and Europe has long had a culture of thinking the act of smoking is sexy, or even grown up - people, nicotine is probably one of the most insidiously destructive and addictive drugs in the world!
Oh well, ultimately they´re all adults, and so there´s a choice there. I wonder if they started publishing the graphic pictures of mouth cancer on the packets over here it might make a few people pause and reconsider.

On another note, I found a flamenco outfit! Actually, it´s not too crazy, I could probably wear it to an appropriate theatre event back in Perth (maybe a production of The Barber of Seville? :)
It´s not the traditionally large polka dot number and it isn´t even red! The skirt has the ruffles, but the top is something totally wearable in summer and it´s my own little souvenir from the city. It´s not even excessively heavy (I think I can sneak it through Jaymez!)
Considering I bought an uchikake (a long formal kimono) when I was in Japan this is far less ostentatious (and as mentioned above, possibly wearable!)

Sunday in Seville

I think I may fast run out of superlatives here in Spain...I visited the wildly romantic Real (Royal) Alcazar yesterday afternoon and my god, it´s like the Arabian Nights by way of a Spanish fairytale!

Lots of lovely rooms and passages with inlaid tiles and Moorish entry frames... slim windows revealing secret gardens and serene water features, gorgeous views from balconies to maze gardens and outlying grotto meeting places. Some of my photos might do the location a little justice, but despite the heat, I felt like I had stepped into the medieval Spanish past of courtly intrigue and timeless beauty.

I feel that if I visited here everyday, a fabulous fantasy novel could very well bubble through me, the location an inspiration of star crossed adventurers and winsome fates; it´s spectacular "jewel box of Mudejar patios and halls" (I´m quoting my DK book now) enriched by each successive Spanish monarch (as reigning royals are apt to do).

I probably can´t capture the sense of romance that seems to permeate the ground here (it´s probably even more spectacular at dusk), but I´m surprised and delighted to have experienced it.

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Just about all the stores here are closed on Sunday (as you might expect from a Catholic country) and so after a very long walk in the morning where I pretty much circumnavigated Seville, figuring out where the bus and train stations were and generally getting lost (the best way to get your bearings!); it was a long lunch break of spaghetti cabornara with champignons (yup, that´s Spanish for mushrooms), a juicy piece of pineapple and a little light reading (I´m catching up on my Entertainment Weeklys).

I had planned to check out the Plaza de Torros this afternoon, Seville´s premiere bullfighting ring and headed out at around 4.30pm, still baking in the heat of the day.
Though it is the season for bullfighting (typically between April and October), there wasn´t a fight scheduled tonight (the muy calinete clima is probably a factor!) so the English speaking guide led us through a simple but interesting tour of the main arena, the chapel of the toreadors and a small bullfighting museum with artwork, posters and costumes. We also viewed the waiting stations for the picadore´s horses, the stalls for the six bulls typically used for each fight (there are usually 3 matadors performing - they get 2 bulls each) and the courtyard for the decorated mules (they are traditionally used to remove the dying bull from the ring).

Yes, I agree this seems like a very cruel and totally un-PC aspect of Spain, but while I don´t think I would ever actually watch a match right to the kill, I have to admit I am curious of this almost intrinsic stereotype of Spain´s culture. The bull, flamenco and matadors decorate just about all of the tourist shops here and I´ll bet that this is echoed throughout the rest of the country too, to a greater or lesser extent.

My last week in Seville is coming up, as I face the rest of my language classes (meh), flamenco lessons (yay!), and try to see whether I can resist buying a souvenir flamenco outfit (just for fun...and to add to my costume collection :) Will I be able to justify it...?

It´s the weekend!

And Rafella (my fellow homestay CLIC student) is heading home to Germany - she´s really looking forward to it, despite a sneaking suspicion that she´s going to have to go to the dentist on Monday to get an appointment to have her wisdom teeth taken out...! Soon after she recovers, she´s excitedly anticipating having a chance to chew on some hard, full flavoured dark German bread... Seriously, I´ve never seen someone so excited about the humble loaf, maybe this is a German thing... Helmet, care to comment? :)

Now that my luggage has joined me on my holiday, I´m enjoying my time here in Spain as I fully expected I would. Seville is lovely and there are a myriad of intriguing alleys and plazas to view and explore.
I guess losing my luggage made me realise that I love the adventure of going overseas, but the small or sometimes basic things you bring with you on a holiday - your clothes, toiletries, a few pieces of jewellry, some books etc, give you a base of yourself -a compact home away from home - that is a slight but ready cocoon from which you can venture out and discover a whole new world.

I´m having some trouble putting images onto my posts at the moment - having all your programs in Spanish makes you wary that you might end up deleting things...but I will try on Facebook, they´ll be fairly simple and unformatted, but I guess it´s better than nothing! Hope to have my usual swirling slideshow soon, as I´m sure there will be loads of pictures to ornament these posts :)

Yesterday, I visiting the magnificent Plaza de Espana, a reasonable walking distance to head to after a yummy lunch of swordfish and gazpacho courtesy of Senora Gordillo. Rafella has been there before, but didn´t mind taking me there, and it is an amazing sight, like something out of a movie set, the scale is massive and the closest I can think to compare it to is Vatican City in Rome.

Australia´s clean and at times functional architecture cannot compare to the ornamentation and eye for detail and design that Spain seems to what to show off at every turn. I think the Plaza is mainly an exhibition arena and with the hot weather, there was only a smattering of tourists braving the heat (40C at 5.30pm!) but Perth is no stranger to weather that can melt plastic, so I was happily clicking away at vista after buena vista, entranced by the romance of it all.

Tomorrow, I´m going to check out the nearby Estacion de Seville as I´m planning to catch a bus/train to Granada or Corbora next Saturday to begin the rest of my Spanish travels. I´ll also see if the Plaza de Torros (Seville´s bullfighting ring) is open to tour.

In the meantime, it´s eating ice-cream for dinner (the main meal here is a large lunch at around 2pm), walking everywhere and giving my camera a workout and occassionally indulging in some rebajas (sales).

Hasta luego!

Onto Thursday

I skipped classes on Tuesday; I was certain that my luggage was going to arrive, so when I called Veuling only to be informed that my bag was still in Barcelona, I was livid. The universe must have sensed this, so instead of the usual Spanish female voice I think I´ve conversed with previously, and who seemed to have the attitude of why-should-I-help-you-this-happens-to-everyone-who-flies-Iberia; I got a British accent when I switched over to the English line and he was ever so decorous and helpful that I ended sounding more sadly distressed but trying to be brave, and him apologetically contrite and determined to get me my luggage!

He promised that he was going to make sure it was on a priority delivery and when I queried that I felt as if I needed to do something, even if it was just going to the airport to find out where my bag was, be said to please call back to make sure he could tell me for certain that it was in Seville as he had left messages at both the Barcelona and Seville airports (but they weren´t answering). However, he was going to do all he could to make sure I got my luggage.

In the meantime, after lunch (al camino - which in Spain is usually served at 2.00pm - dinner, la cena is at 10.00pm, aye carumba! As that is when the sun usually sets...) Rafella said that she was planning to visit the Giralda Cathedral. As that´s on my list of sights to see, we headed over together and it´s a sumptuous marvel of Gothic architecture, with high naves and a treasure trove of catholic heraldry. The remains of Christopher Columbus are also posited here.

Climbing up into the cathedral tower, the vista that greeted us of sunny Seville was breathtaking; and as the bell gonged on the quarter, everyone at the top jumped and then laughed, enjoying the cool breeze and beautiful scenery.

Rafella and I went on to have ice-cream (helado) for dinner (I think she OD´d on her chocolate sundae) and then I called Vueling again.
My luggage was not in Seville. Sigh...

But it was on a priority and should be delivered tomorrow (Wednesday).
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I went to my regular language class on Wednesday morning, my clothes has been washed on Tuesday, and though I was pretty much still wearing the same items I flew in, they were clean. I had bought a simple dress, a top and a pair of thongs just to have something cooler to wear but I was buoyed with the anticipation of getting my luggage back today.

I had called Vueling and they assured me that the bag was actually in Seville (yay!) and should be on it´s way to be delivered (thank you British accent guy!:)

I figured that even if I didn´t get my bag in time for my flamenco class, I would still use the afternoon to actually find my class, as it was in a separate location to the language school, and on Monday, the route to get there was seriously convoluted. In fact all the students after the class got lost trying to find their way back!

Lunch was great, as usual, and after hanging out at the house for a bit, I gave myself an hour to find the Museo Flamenco. The map the school provided hadn´t been detailed enough to show the street the school was on, but thankfully my DK Spain book had a few maps of Seville and the receptionist could point out on one of them where the school was. Have I mentioned before how much I love this range of travel books? :)

I said hi to my teacher when I got to the museum ahead of the class and mentioned that I would be doing tomorrow´s class as I currently didn´t really have a change of clothing and I got far too hot and sweaty working on the movements and gestures. He seemed to understand, though I noticed that Monday´s original complement of 6 students had been whittled down to 3 remaining (not including me.) I spent most of the late afternoon touring the very well set out Flamenco Museum, it had fantastic exhibits of costumes and paintings, a cool interactive setup and large screens displaying exciting examples of the various different styles of flamenco - inspiring enough to make me want to go out and buy one of those gorgeous outfits!

I had ice-cream again for dinner (it´s very hot here in the afternoon/evening); Ben & Jerry´s this time and headed back home to wait for my luggage - the fourth day´s the charm! :)

Finally, just when I was about to fall asleep, a van turns up at about 10.15pm - my luggage is dropped off and signed for; Scooby the dog goes nuts, escapes into the street and poor Senora Gordilla has to run out and catch him. I´m seriously apologetic for the trouble (lo siento, Senora!) but she waves it goodnaturedly away, and I say a quick good night as I boost my bag up two narrow flights of stairs to my room and like a dear friend, greet and gasp at all of my travelling possessions. Hello, underwear! Hello, sunscreen! I´ve missed you, clothes and shoes!

I slept pretty well last night.

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I finally got a chance to check my hotmail this morning, and there´s a note from GoLearnTo apologising about the 3% charge on top of my accommodation that had been added since I paid the difference via credit card (not mentioned in the original cost). It worked out as about an extra 8 euros, but they have updated their info directly on this and have also given me a 25% discount for any future courses. Useful, as I was going to seriously not consider them for any of my future travel plans...

See letter below:

I appreciate you getting back to me on this as it was something that I was going to bring up in the outgoing satisfaction survey that GoLearnTo had mentioned I would be asked to comment upon completion of this course.

The discount will make me consider another course, because I have to say, based on what I´m currently experiencing at the moment, I was definitely NOT going to try another one of these language and/or creative courses in the future.

I don´t perceive myself as someone who complains out of turn, but when I am in a situation that does not seem to advertise what I have paid for, I do think it is important that I speak out to the organisation involved, if for nothing else than maybe the next person considering this course might have a better idea of what they should be expecting.

Cons:
I enrolled in a complete beginners class in Spanish here at CLIC. I have never studied the language before, and as I am from Australia, I do not get exposed to European languages like French or Italian in my day to day (more likely Mandarin or Bahasa Indonesian); so I was very surprised and somewhat disappointed that my teacher Maria Solis, insisted on speaking Spanish throughout all the classes I have attended so far. She doesn´t offer any translations, and rarely writes anything down on the board, so I am afforded little recourse to even looking up the words or having a base to try dialogue.
I have learned other languages before and I believe this scattershot approach to be quite frustrating, not just to me, but other students in the class as we have to guess at what she is even asking us to do. I would understand having the entire class in Spanish if I was a second year student, but I´m not; I´m a beginner and this way means I can´t ask her why the grammar and dialogue/ conversation are the way they are or even compare them to English - one way for me to grasp the language. I like asking questions in class and I don´t get to with this approach.

I don´t think I am an unintelligent person, and I can pick up some of what is being asked well enough, but it is not the introduction to the Spanish culture that I had hoped for.
I see learning a country´s language as an insight into the way they think, the cultural mores that shaped them, and the beginning to understand how though we are different in certain ideas, there is a lot of common ground once we start understanding each other´s language.

I hope that future patrons of this course are aware that the Beginners Spanish at this school probably requires that you already understand Spanish conversation! Oxymoronic, don´t you think?

Pros:
The flamenco portion is very good, I´m thoroughly enjoying it, but our teacher (though able to converse in English) has been instructed to speak in Spanish throughout the class, and as such I feel as if I am missing out on the cultural reasons for certain movements and gestures.

My homestay person, Senora Josefa Gordillo is a lovely woman, she doesn´t speak much English, but I wasn´t expecting her to. I think however that that wasn´t mentioned in the notes I received prior to coming to Spain, so maybe that might be good to state for any future enrolee´s benefit. Her home is charming and colourful, filled with interesting artwork and knick-knacks and she has been very welcoming and helpful. The notes I received from GoLearnTo prior to my flight mentioned that she has a little dog...he´s actually pretty big! :) But I like dogs, and me and Scooby get along well.

Seville is historically interesting and beautiful. The rabbit warren of streets makes you get lost only to discover hidden treasures and overall I am enjoying my time here - but not really the language classes.

Hopefully, that feedback is more useful than harsh...

I´ve taken some fabulous pictures, but can´t seem to work on them at the moment - will update on that as soon as I can!

Hasta manana!

Lost in translation

After an efficient and helpful flight to Barcelona, I leave the airconditioned luxury of Terminal 1 and catch a bus with my luggage in tow to Terminal 2 - and the change from long stretch international to cheap (and not very cheerful) domestic/EU is immediate.

Firstly, unbeliveably long lines of people, moving at the pace of zombies to the front of the queue.

Secondly, a mass of white noise as hundreds of conversations in different languages buzz throughout the arena.

And finally, confusion and inefficency - I booked an Iberia flight, only to find those desks are closed and only Vueling marked booths are being serviced; Veuling honours my booking, but when I get to the plane, it´s marked as ClickAir...? When I land in Seville 1.25 hours later I find out that I´ve beaten my luggage there. Yup, it was still in Barcelona! Ridiculous! (At least half of the plane was affected, we were told that we´d get our baggage this morning, but when I called after my language class, they said it was still in Barcelona and they´d now deliver it tomorrow morning! Grrr).

I´ve been lucky enough to have travelled to many places on this fabulous planet thanks to studiously saving my monies and being pretty organised, but this is the first time this kind of stuff-up has ever happened to me. I guess on the whole I´ve been pretty lucky, but having to live in the clothes you spent the last two days flying is pretty yuk. Not to mention I have the barest modicum of toiletries (just enough for the flights) and had my small bottle of sunscreen chucked in the bin at the security screening in Barcelona as it was over the liquid limit - bloody hell.

I resolved to buck up though, and headed over to my homestay in Seville. I was delighted to find a charming multistorey terraced home, filled with colour and art, graced by a friendly dog and his amiable owner; a little old lady who spoke very little English, but was nonetheless very welcoming and a great cook.

There is also another girl living at Redes 37 who is taking the homestay option - Rafaella, a German student who has already been here for a week, but is not really enjoying her classes and seems to be fast running out of money; but she´s sweet and offers to lend me a few clothes when I explain that my equipage (luggage) is tarde (late). We walked to classes this morning together so I tried to pay attention to all the landmarks so I could find my way back later.

I´m not sure about my language classes, may write more about them later, but I love my flamenco class despite the workout leaving me hot (no fans!), sweaty and without a change of clothes! Sigh...

Fingers crossed that my luggage gets here soon!

In Transit...

As always, I love Singapore Airport's Terminal 3. It's filled with some of the best shops in the world, lush greenery and a riot of orchids carefully cultivated to calm weary eyes.

And free internet! If you have a laptop, there is free wireless access throughout the open access space, if you don't generally carry around computer hardware, there are small standing monitors for you to quickly check your mail and I guess in my case, update your blog :)

The flight from Perth to Singapore was uneventful and comfortable; I've seen Sunshine Cleaning and Push courtesy of the Video on Demand from KrisWorld (the former is great, the latter, mostly a waste of time - thank goodness I saw it on a plane!) and am immersing myself in my DK Spain travel guide, slowly planning out my onwards travel from Seville once I finish my Spanish and Flamenco course there.

Opps, better go, only have a minute left on this session and I think my departure lounge has just opened up!

Hasta luego! (See you later)

Buonas Noches

As you can see from the slideshow currently swirling to the left of this post, I had my Spanish Fiesta this past Saturday. It was a chilly but clear night and the house looked warm, cosy and inviting - food filled to the brim with tapas, nachos and churros!

Thank you to everyone who braved the winter blahs to get into the sultry Spanish mood and we enjoyed the Running of The Bulls care of Pamplona boys Scott, Mat and Clint (and Bullish Ben, of course!) and some SingStar kareoke in honour of former Spanish colony, the Phillipines.

I'm organising my packing and various travel related issues this week both at home and at work and then it's onto a plane to Barcelona on Saturday afternoon! I land in Spain mid Sunday morning and then catch a small quick jaunt on Iberia Air down to Seville in the Andalucian region.

I got an email from GoLearnTo and my host family consists of a spry Spanish senora and her little dog, who will be housing me for the next couple of weeks. I'm supposed to be about 10 minutes walk from the school in central Seville. Looking forward to taking a walk in the afternoon when I land in the city!