Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Valencia, Spain: A Pretty, Tasty City Worth Visiting

Flags of Spain & Valencia
Valencia: Spain’s third largest city but hardly its third most-visited one. Perhaps passed over by tourists on their way from Barcelona to Madrid, Sevilla, or Granada, or skipped in favor of other Mediterranean beach towns, Valencia sadly doesn’t have as much fame as Toledo or San Sebastián might for people traveling around Spain. I have to admit, I wasn’t even planning on taking a trip here until I ran across Zach Frohlich’s blog Not Hemingway’s Spain, a website where he not only tries to break down stereotypes about Spain but also introduces readers to his adopted hometown of Valencia. His many blog posts about the city convinced me it was worth going to, and besides, I had some friends from college studying abroad in a town two hours south (Alicante), so I thought, what the heck, why not? It ended up being a great decision and I realized Valencia is one of the most beautiful cities in the country.

City of Arts and Sciences
In case you haven’t picked it up from this blog already, I’m a big architecture nerd, and Valencia’s is simply lovely. A series of plazas from the train station to the northern edge of the old town take you back in time from Modernista to Renaissance to Gothic styles, and closer to the beach you’ll get a taste for the exciting world of contemporary architecture.

Northern edge of Plaza del Ayuntamiento
If you don’t take the high-speed AVE train to Valencia, you’ll disembark from a normal-speed train in the 1917-era Estación del Norte, a lovely Modernista station with a lobby decorated with mosaic tiles and “bon voyage” in several languages. Just a short stroll to the north is the Plaza del Ayuntamiento (“Town Hall Square”). Naturally, the turn-of-the-century ayuntamiento or town hall can be found here, with its gleaming white façade capped by square towers and metallic orange domes. If you look closely, you can see a statue of a bat, a symbol of many cities and lands belonging to the former Crown of Aragón. On the opposite side is the oficina de correos or post office, which is just as grand as the town hall and even has a mad-scientist-style communications tower and a huge stained glass ceiling in the foyer.

This plaza couldn’t be a better introduction to the city, what with its tall, white Modernista buildings, colorful Valencian flags, and palm trees.

La Lonja, the silk exchange
At the nearby Plaza del Mercado (“Market Square”), you’ll find—to no one’s surprise—the central market (Mercado Central in Spanish, Mercat Central in Valencian Catalan). This huge, multi-roomed structure is the place to go for breakfast, since you can get the freshest orange juice you’ll have anywhere (Valencia oranges, anyone?). Gape at all the weird creatures of the deep in the seafood section, resist temptation at the turrón stands selling crunchy or creamy blocks of almond confection, and maybe even pick up ingredients for dinner if you’re cooking for yourself.

A few steps across the street is the silk exchange (La Lonja de la Seda in Spanish, La Llotja in Catalan). This glorious Gothic building dates from the 1400s and represents the high point of the city’s prosperity; until the discovery of the Americas, Valencia, like Venice, was one of the key ports on East-West trading routes. Inside, grooved pillars twist like threads, and the whole exterior is decorated with squat pointy arches and stone crowns.

Lantern tower of Valencia’s cathedral
The Plaza de la Reina (“The Queen’s Square”) is dominated by the warm cathedral. Built in the High Middle Ages after the Christian conquest of Moorish Balansiya, this Gothic church has two towers that compete for attention. First you have the lantern tower at the transept (central crossing of the naves). In typical Catalan style, it’s octagonal, and its pale stone construction coupled with large, delicate stained glass windows creates a truly heavenly mood. And next, you have the belltower—nicknamed Miguelete (Micalet in Catalan)—to the side of the church. Also octagonal, this weighty tower can be climbed up and its summit gives a great view of all Valencia. To the south is the Plaza de la Reina and to the north is the Plaza de la Virgen. Don’t get it confused, however, for the belltower of the Church of Santa Catalina. This tower looms over the two oldest horchata joints in town, or cafeterias that serve milky smoothies of tigernuts. More on that below in the “Food” section.

Oh, and the Holy Grail is kept in one of the cathedral’s chapels. Sorry, I couldn’t resist—it’s actually what is believed to be the Holy Chalice (Santo Cáliz), or cup that Jesus used at the Last Supper. The relic, after hiding out in the northern Iberian peninsula for hundreds of years, resurfaced in the late Middle Ages and came to Valencia, where it has remained since the early 1400s. The other three competing relics don’t seem very legit compared to the Valencian one, so it’s quite possible this might be the real deal—especially since there’s no wild legends attributed to it. The Holy Grail is a separate medieval tradition about a cup that supposedly caught the blood of Jesus as he died on the cross. Said cup may or may not have been the same one used at the Last Supper.

Plaza de la Virgen, seen from the Miguelete belltower
Walk around the cathedral to the north and you’ll end up at the Plaza de la Virgin (“The Virgin’s Square”). The cathedral’s still there, though, but on this edge you can see the stunning Apostles Portal with its Star of David-shaped stained glass (Puerta de los Apóstoles) and an arcade of columns looking very Colosseum-like. The next-door Royal Basilica of Nuestra Señora de los Desamparados is a Baroque church that houses a statue of Our Lady of the Forsaken, Valencia’s patron saint who is carried out during the Fallas festival and festooned with flowers. Across the plaza is the Gothic-style building that houses the Generalitat, or regional government of the Valencian Community.

Serrano Towers
Like most European cities, Valencia tore down its medieval walls as its population grew and security was assured a few centuries ago. Two gates with twin towers were left, however: the Serrano Towers just to the north of the Plaza de la Virgen and the Quart Towers on the western edge of the old town. The Serrano ones are sharp and octagonal, while those of Quart are round and grungy. If it’s not rainy, you can probably go up on top of the towers and feel like a medieval soldier.

City of Arts and Sciences
Opera house
Called Ciudad de las Artes y las Ciencias in Spanish and Ciutat de les Arts i les Ciències in Catalan, this cultural and educational “city” occupies a large tract of land where the Turia River once flowed. A disastrous flood in 1957 mandated the rerouting of the river away from central Valencia, and the resulting river basin was turned into a pedestrian park. In 1996, work began on the complex—situated near the mouth of the old river—and was finished just under a decade later. It was designed by Spanish architects Santiago Calatrava (himself from Valencia) and Felix Candela.

Going from northwest to southeast, you encounter one stunning feat of modern architecture after another. The Palau de les Arts Reina Sofía (“Queen Sofía Arts Palace”) is Valencia’s opera house, and just as iconic as that of Sydney, Australia. Although my initial thoughts were, the mothership has landed, the “palace” also reminded me of a giant, hulking pillbug scurrying down the riverbed.

Hemisfèric, science museum, bridge, and Àgora
Fancy restaurant at the aquarium
On the other side of a bridge bobs the egg-shaped Hemisfèric in a shallow pool of water. This “hemispherical” structure contains a theatrical space that doubles as an IMAX cinema and planetarium, as well as a locale for laser light shows. The pupil of the eye-like space is where films are shown, and the surrounding area can be used for meetings.

Nearby, the Museu de les Ciències Príncipe Felipe (“Prince Felipe Science Museum”) is a three-story, uh, science museum with a bright white exoskeleton frame that looks like it might have belonged to a great beast of the deeps long ago. On the other side of the turquoise pool runs the Umbracle, a long, shady garden with plants representative of the Valencian Community.

Obligatory fish picture from the aquarium
Dividing the complex in half as it spans the riverbed, the Pont de l’Assut d’Or (“Golden Dam Bridge”) holds the title of tallest structure in Valencia. It’s been nicknamed “jamonero” because the bridge resembles the wooden tool used to hold a leg of cured ham (jamón) in place while slicing strips of meat off of it.

The blade-like, indigo Àgora is a “covered plaza” (Wikipedia’s words) used for sporting events, concerts, and conventions. It takes its name from the ancient Greek public space that was used for trade and gatherings.

Up-close-and-personal Scarlet ibis
Finally, we get to the star of the City of Arts and Sciences: Oceanogràfic. The largest “oceanographic” aquarium in all of Europe, it encompasses all types of marine habitats from tropical to arctic. Not only do you get the expected fish and sharks exhibits but also ones on penguins, beluga whales, and deep-sea life. There’s a good two or three long glass-enclosed tunnels where you can walk underneath all the sharks, fish, and stingrays floating around in the tanks—a really cool experience.

My favorite part of the whole aquarium wasn’t the fish, though, but a wire dome encasing the wetlands sections. Although the exhibit was built ostensibly to showcase water-based life in marshes and swamps, the birds inside steal the show. Fire-engine red Scarlet ibises and soft pink Roseate Spoonbills hang out among the trees and roots and let you get within inches (yes) of them, making for fun photo opportunities and a great way to learn about and appreciate nature.

Food
Hortxata & fartons at Horchatería Santa Catalina
Okay, enough talk about the “pretty” side of the city—let’s get on to the “tasty” side! One of the things I was most looking forward to tasting was the creamy beverage called horchata (spelled hortxata in Catalan). In contrast with its Mexican equivalent of the same name, it’s not made with ground rice but instead with tigernuts, which are the tubers (think potatoes, carrots, etc.) of the tigernut sedge, a grass- or rush-like plant that grows near Valencia. The resulting white liquid smoothie has a sweet, milky flavor with subtle, colorful veggie hints. You dunk into the horchata long spongy donuts called fartons. No, not a fart, silly—a fartón. I ended up trying this refreshing drink each day I spent in town, it was that good.

Paella de mariscos (seafood paella)
In addition to horchata, Valencia is also famous as the place where the dish paella began. Paella (pronounced “pah-AY-yah” [paˈe.ʎa]) is a rice-based dish that involves meat, veggies, and seasonings like saffron that color the round rice a beautiful golden yellow. Paella valenciana (“Valencian paella”) is the classic original, and is made up of chicken and/or rabbit, green vegetables (like peppers, artichokes, or asparagus), and beans. Paella de mariscos (“seafood paella”) trades the land animals, veggies, and beans for shellfish and crustaceans. Paella mixta (“mixed paella”) is a combination of any/all of the above.

Street art depicting making paella
I tried my hardest to get the friends I toured the city with to order paella with me—you know it’s legit when the restaurant requires at least two people and an hour’s wait—to no avail. So I ended up getting a small serving of paella de mariscos at the La Utielana restaurant and chowed down on the tasty little critters and umami-dripping rice.

(Side-note: paella is NOT Spain’s national dish, but instead a point of pride for people from the region of Valencia. Tortilla de patatas (potato omelet) or jamón (cured ham) would be more appropriate contenders for a national dish.)

What big cities do you feel deserve more attention on the tourist trail? Have you been or are planning to visit Valencia? Comment below!

For more pictures, check out my set on Flickr here.

Tuesday, May 7, 2013

April Monthly Update: Happy Spring Edition

Seven months into my stay here, and I am both happy and homesick. Happy, because it’s finally stopped being cold and rainy every day—which means you can smell the flowers and wear shorts—and homesick because I miss my family and I’m simply weary of all the annoying things Spain does. Don’t get me wrong, I love living here! But when June 21st rolls around, I’ll be ready to go home.

It’s finally springtime!
Wisteria in the gardens of the Real Alcázar of Sevilla
My joy at spring’s arrival has never been so great. From November or December all the way through March it has been cold and rainy, often for weeks at a time. Talk about demolishing the “warm and sunny” stereotype of southern Spain. I couldn’t go outside without wearing at least three layers and bringing an umbrella, and the bitter wind made the simple act of buying groceries a challenge.

But by April, the winds shifted and we changed our clocks: spring was here! The weather finally decided to cooperate, I wore shorts for the first time on April 12, and all across Andalucía the fragrant orange trees were in bloom.

Traveling to Sevilla
Plaza de España, Sevilla
After waiting for half a year for the weather to clear up, in the middle of the month I hopped on a bus bound for Sevilla, the regional capital of Andalucía. It was one of my favorite trips I’ve taken so far; I really enjoyed walking all across this beautiful city. I got to explore the city’s massive Gothic cathedral and its minaret-turned-belltower, the Real Alcázar or royal palace, Roman ruins, and shady parks and gardens everywhere. The orange trees had blossomed, so the entire city smelled pleasant. And I even got to meet up with Spain expat blogger Cat Gaa (of Sunshine and Siestas) for an afternoon picnic with her friends! It was so kind of her to let me hang out with her for a few hours in her adopted hometown.

Hanging out in Linares and Jaén
Sign for fresh snails at a restaurant, Linares
At the end of the month I got invited by one language assistant friend living in nearby Linares to her bowling birthday party one Thursday night and by another friend to a flamenco show on Friday, so I just decided to make a weekend trip out of it and stay two nights. Bowling was fun, but silly at the same time since it’s really fallen out of fashion in the U.S. The flamenco show was FREE, held inside essentially a garage, and was attended exclusively by Spaniards—mainly grandmas and grandpas. Really great music. Afterwards we went to a restaurant and got some caracoles (snails), typical food for this time of the year.

During Friday’s daylight hours, I went down to the provincial capital of Jaén for a proper visit, since I had only ever gone there for bureaucratic business before. I hiked up the imposing hill outside of town to summit the castle, I patronized restaurants that have been in business since the late 1800s, I descended into the well-preserved ruins of the largest Arab baths in Spain, and I hit up a combined art and archaeology museum dedicated to Jaén province. Everything I visited was free (hooray!), and I feel I can now leave Spain in peace having seen the city one last time.

The last month of the teaching assistant program is May. After a few weeks of traveling in Spain in June, I’ll be back home!

Monday, May 6, 2013

I’m Going to Galicia Next Year!

I know I’ve already tweeted about it twice now, but I would like to officially announce on this blog that I will be a North American Language and Culture Assistant at an elementary school in the town of Boiro, Galicia, for the 2013-2014 school year.

Source: Wikipedia
Galicia is a little-visited region of Spain in the northwest corner of the country, just to the north of Portugal. The language they speak there is very closely related to Portuguese, although everyone speaks Spanish as well. Like the Pacific Northwest of the U.S., Galicia is green, lush, and rainy—and it’s the last adjective that everyone here down south always uses to describe the place, even though it’s been really rainy here, too! Famous for its seafood, the region is well-known to the rest of Spain for pulpo a la gallega (Galician-style octopus) and mejillones en escabeche (canned marinated mussels). Perhaps infamously, the naval town of Ferrol is the birthplace of dictator Francisco Franco. Finally, the Camino de Santiago (“Way of St. James”)—the ancient pilgrimage route running across northern Spain—ends in the regional capital of Santiago de Compostela, attracting hundreds of thousands of tourists pilgrims every year.

Boiro beach
Even though this year in Jaén province has been wonderful, I’m really excited to be moving to the complete opposite side of the country, where I’ll be closer to places like León, Salamanca, and Asturias. There is just so much to see and do in Spain, but to get to places like Cantabria or Castilla from Andalucía would involve an entire day of transit. Hopefully Galicia will be a strategic location for such travels. Also, Portugal’s right next door!

The school I got placed at—an elementary school called CEIP Plurilingüe de Abanqueiro—is in an Atlantic coastal village called Boiro, in the province of A Coruña. Now, how do you pronounce all these crazy names? See below:

CEIP Plurilingüe de Abanqueiro (school)
ploo-ree-LEEN-gway day ah-bahn-KAY-ee-roe
[plu.ɾiˈlin.gwe ðe ˌa.βanˈkej.ro]

Boiro (city)
BOY-roe
[ˈboj.ɾo]

A Coruña (province)
ah koe-ROO-nyah
[a koˈɾu.ɲa]

Galicia (autonomous community)
gah-LEE-see-ah
[ɡaˈli.sja]

Santiago de Compostela (regional capital)
sahn-tee-AH-goe day coem-poe-STAY-lah
[sanˈtja.ɣo ðe kom.posˈte.la]



Anyway, my school is technically in a village called Abanqueiro, but it belongs to the municipality of Boiro, where the town hall is. Both places are lightly populated but also on the coast, and play a big role in catching mussels and/or canning them in escabeche, an acidic, paprika-based liquid marinade.

Like last year, I was initially a little disappointed with my placement because it’s another elementary school in a rural pueblo. However, after some Google Map-ing, I realized Abanqueiro and Boiro are around an hour’s drive (50-60km) from the capital, Santiago de Compostela, where I would love to live for a year if possible. One of my friends who’s living in the provincial capital of Lugo this year told me that many, many teachers live there and commute to the tiny town where her school is, 70km away. If her experience in Galicia is any indication, there should be at least a few teachers who live in Santiago and drive to and from school each day that I could hitch rides with.

Santiago itself isn’t a big town but it is the regional capital with ~100,000 people, a World Heritage-listed old town, a university, a Walmart-style Carrefour store, a high-speed train station, and an international airport—all of which would be a nice upgrade from my beloved Úbeda where I’m living right now.

I’m really looking forward to next year and the adventures it will bring living in a new city, working at a new school, and (possibly) learning a new language. I’m not looking forward to the 6- to 9-hour train ride from Madrid, or the infamous rain. But a year in Galicia will give me another perspective on what “teepeecal espanees” can mean outside of Andalucía.

Wednesday, May 1, 2013

7 Places You Can See Gaudí’s Architecture in Barcelona, Spain

(Warning: long read ahead! But lots of pictures, too, so just read what you like.)

When I was in Barcelona back in February for a weekend Sigur Rós concert, I ended up spending most of my time in the city hunting down homes and churches designed by the famous Spanish architect Antoni Gaudí (pronounced “uhn-TOH-nee guh-oo-DEE” [ənˈtɔ.ni ɣəwˈði]). Born and raised in the Cataluña region of which Barcelona is the capital, Gaudi was associated with the Modernisme or Art Nouveau movement and worked in Spain in the 19th and 20th centuries. The buildings he planned are as much a symbol of the city of Barcelona as Frank Lloyd Wright’s are of Chicago.

Nave of the Sagrada Família basilica church
Gaudí was fascinated by the natural world and by geometry, two fields of study that greatly influenced his design philosophy. Flowing, organic forms appear all over his buildings, and scary math terms like paraboloids, hyperboloids, and helicoids create arches and ceilings that are at once elegant and very structurally strong. Instead of making traditional blueprints, Gaudí devised a complex set of hanging chains that he attached to a ceiling to figure out the design for many of his religious commissions like the still-unfinished Sagrada Família or never-finished Colònia Güell. These catenary curves (from the Latin word for “chain,” catena) represent the shape that chains take when suspended and allowed to droop down naturally under gravity’s force. (See the picture below under #6.) Looking in a mirror on the floor, Gaudí would then make his plans for a building.

This unique combination of natural elements and geometric forms—a fusion of biology and mathematics—is what attracts me so much to his architecture. His early works, which are creative and original takes on the Gothic- and Mudéjar-revival styles of his day, are also interesting, but his later commissions are simply fascinating because they’re just so different from conventional design.

Below are seven sites you can go in Barcelona to see and touch the architecture of Antoni Gaudí. I’ve listed them in order of worth-seeing, so if you’re short on time, just hit up the Sagrada Família, Casa Batlló, and Park Güell, but if you’re a nerd like me, go to ALL the places. Just keep in mind that most of them have admission prices of around 10-15 €, each, but seeing them is so worth it.

1) Sagrada Família
The Sagrada Família’s Nativity Façade
Unquestionably Gaudí’s masterpiece, the Sagrada Família is a Catholic basilica that takes up a whole city block in Barcelona’s Eixample district, the new part of town where the streets run on a great grid. The church is arguably Spain’s most significant and beautiful piece of architecture (vying with the Alhambra, a Moorish palatial complex to the south in Granada). And it is without a doubt an iconic symbol of Barcelona, much as the Golden Gate Bridge represents San Francisco or the Cristo Redentor statue does for Rio de Janeiro.

Nave of the Sagrada Família
Many people assume the Sagrada Família is the city’s cathedral, but it’s actually a minor basilica. Barcelona’s Gothic-style cathedral can be found in the old town, where it has stood for the past half-dozen centuries. (Side-note: a cathedral is home to a bishop or archbishop, referring to the cathedra or seat that represents their authority.) The Sagrada Família is instead a basilica, a significant and important church that has been granted special privileges. Pope Benedict XVI gave the church said status when he consecrated it in 2010. The church is dedicated to the Sagrada Família, Catalan for the “Holy Family” of Joseph, Mary, and Jesus.

Although in its third year as a fully-functioning church (now that the naves have been completely roofed-over), the Sagrada Família is still in a work in progress. I think this makes visiting it now, before it’s finished mid-century, so interesting, because it gives us a feel for what the Middle Ages would have been like when all the great Gothic cathedrals were erected. It often took centuries for such monumental works to be completed, and the Sagrada Família will be no different. I would love to come back to Barcelona in a few decades when all the bell towers have been raised; it’s going to be unbelievably beautiful.

Construction began on the church in 1882 and Gaudí became its architect the next year. Initially, he had planned to do a Gothic Revival-style church (see, for example, the crypt and the apse) but a few sketches later and the church had been transformed into something never before seen in Western architecture. He went all-in with his avant-garde architectural ideas, making the stonework on the Nativity Façade look like oozing slime and the main pillars inside the nave branch out like trees. He also took advantage of geometric calculations with hyperboloids (no idea what those are!) and, with his fractal-like columns, was able to construct a massive, soaring, weight-bearing space without the use of Gothic flying buttresses.

Tower caps that make me hungry
The exterior of the church is alive with a myriad of statues, sculptures, and statements. On the Passion Façade, Star Wars stormtrooper-looking Roman soldiers lead a chiseled Jesus to Calvary, four root-like pillars reach down at dramatic angles, and the entrance door is covered in selections from the gospels in Catalan. Some phrases on the door are illuminated in gold/bronze, like Jesus de Natzaret, Rei dels Jueus (“Jesus of Nazareth, King of the Jews”) and i què és la veritat? (“and what is truth?” — Pontius Pilate). Some of the lower pointy towers are capped with what looks like raspberries and Skittles, and the taller bell towers are inscribed with words like Oració (“prayer”) and Credo (“I believe”).

The interior is, excuse the cliché, a riot of colors—you can find bright reds, blues, and greens in the many stained glass windows as well as in the bug-eye looking pillar capitals that represent the four Evangelists. Light pours in from the western wall, the many large windows, and skylights in the above. And the ceiling supported by the branching pillars makes you feel like you’re inside a pink springtime forest, or beneath a sky of exploding fireworks, or in a fantasy undersea world of coral, sea anemones, and kelp.

Come to get the chills, to appreciate a revolutionary architecture, to pray. It’s one of the coolest places you can visit in Barcelona, or anywhere in Spain.

How to get there: The Sagrada Família can be found at the block formed by C/ Provença, Marina, Mallorca, and Sardenya (Eixample district). Take the L5 (blue line) on the Metro and get off at the Sagrada Família stop.

2) Casa Batlló aka “Casa dels Ossos” (House of Bones)
Façade of Casa Batlló
Pronounced “buh-YO” [bəʎˈʎo], Casa Batlló was my favorite of the Gaudí residences I got to visit in Barcelona. A wealthy textile industrialist named Josep Batlló had purchased Passeig de Gràcia Nº 43 but was unhappy with the house’s design and commissioned Gaudí to do something about it in 1904. By 1906, the architect had completely remodeled the townhouse in his signature style.

The front façade offers a way to appreciate Gaudí-style buildings gratis. From a distance, the house appears a rather drab *ahem* bone-gray, but upon closer inspection, faint bacterial colonies of red, green, purple, and blue tiles (see the tidbit about trencadís below in #3) emerge that bring the façade to life even as the weird balconies and windowpanes whisper a subliminal message about skeletons.

Whenever people mention Casa Batlló—the “House of Bones”—they always mention that Gaudí basically tried to avoid incorporating any rigid, straight lines. Maybe, but perhaps this is just what happens when you draw all your inspiration from the sea and underwater life? I don’t think the architect purposefully omitted straight lines and right angles, but merely copied the organic, smooth forms found in nature.

Lightwell of Casa Batlló
From the very entrance you get the impression you’re under the sea: the foyer walls are decorated in scale- or bubble-like patterns and a groovy banister looks like the “lips” of a giant clam. Above, on the so-called Noble Floor, you’re led into a large drawing room with a toothed ceiling lamp made to look like either a whirlpool or a nautilus shell, and the vast street-facing window is decorated with blue and pink stained glass circles—or should I say sand-dollars, sea urchins, and plankton? My tour through the house put me in a calm, relaxed mood, just as tidewaters can have a healing, soothing effect.

The audioguide pointed out an ingenious feature of the house’s lightwell, or inner patio/gap that brings light to inward rooms. To ensure an even distribution of light at the upper and lower floors, he graded the tiles so that darker, light-absorbing blues float above and paler, light-reflecting blues dominate below. Gill-shaped windows are narrow on the top floor and gradually expand to take in more air the farther down you go.

Dragon-like roof on Casa Batlló
The roof is, like all Gaudí houses, pretty cool, but the attic is equally fascinating. You walk through a colonnade formed by dozens of white, plaster upside-down catenary curves (think St. Louis, Mo., Gateway Arch). 1960s-like in their pale minimalism, you begin to wonder if you’re slipping past the ribs of a sardine skeleton. Emerging from the ethereal tidal pool, you walk out onto a clean, spacious terrace. The architect grouped the house’s many chimneys into four clusters, but the chimneys look less like sooty smokestacks than deepsea tube worms, or frozen-in-time backup dancers swaying to rhythms, rhythms that could be the regular crashing of waves or the coming and going of the tides.

And capping it all is a sharp mound, festooned with lumpy blue and brown scales shingles and bookended by a cross-bearing turret. You might say it resembles a coelacanth, the body of a coastal bird, or even a dragon. Gaudí was a very devout Catholic, and the patron saint of Cataluña is St. George (Sant Jordi). Since St. George, according to legend, slew a dragon and saved a damsel, it’s thought that Gaudí inserted this regional symbol right onto the house: the ridged spine of the lizard drapes over the façade while the gleaming white cross-topped tower represents the piercing spear of St. George.

How to get there: Casa Batlló is house Nº 43 on the west side of the Passeig de Gràcia (Eixample district). Take the L2 (purple line), L3 (green line), or L4 (yellow line) on the Metro and get off at the Passeig de Gràcia stop.

3) Park Güell
Entrance to Park Güell
First, a little background on who this Güell guy was (pronounced “GWAY-ee” [gweʎ]), since he shows up in two more places below. Eusebi Güell made a fortune in the textile business as the Spanish region of Cataluña rapidly industrialized in the late 19th century. Early on in Gaudí’s life, the two met and Güell became one of the architect’s biggest patrons. Between 1900 and 1914, work was done on an idealized subdivision for the wealthy on land purchased by Güell, but because few of the upper class at the time cared for Gaudí’s style and/or Modernisme, and the project was halted. Still, both Güell and Gaudí ended up living in two of the handful of houses built in the park, none by Gaudí himself, though.

(There seems to be a lot of confusion about how to spell this neighborhood-turned-city park. Güell was inspired by England’s Garden City movement, or utopian urban planning that emphasized parks and green space, and so spelled it Park Güell instead of the Catalan parc or the Spanish parque.)

Across the *ahem* park, he decorated buildings and structures with a technique he popularized called trencadís. Taking shards and pieces of broken ceramic tiles, plates, etc., he arranged them in such a way to create flowing mosaics and shapes, covering walls, ceilings, benches, and statues with these imperfect tiles. The most beloved piece he created is el drac, “the dragon” or lizard that’s crawling down toward the entrance to Park Güell, covered in fun blue, orange, and green tiles.

Trencadís tile mosaics at Park Güell
Main sights include: the two unassuming pavilions at the southern entrance; the Sala Hipóstila—it looks like a wavy Greek temple with a forest of columns and has the world’s longest bench on its roof; vaulted, colonnaded paths made from local stone that swoop into hillsides; and a megalithic mini Calvary with three crosses on its summit which offers a commanding view of the whole city. There’s a lot to be said for simply strolling around the grounds and enjoying the mix of deciduous and palm trees, a welcome break from the city air. As you wander, try to imagine what the currently-empty estate was supposed to look like: luxury homes set on roomy lots, all surrounded by lush, shady vegetation.

The lizard, Park Güell
How to get there: Park Güell is located up a hill to the northeast of the Gràcia district. Take the L3 (green line) on the Metro and get off at either the Lesseps or Vallcarca stops. If you get off at Lesseps, head east on Travessera de Dalt for a few minutes until you see escalators that will carry you north up the hill and leave you near the main southern entrance. If you get off at Vallcarca, head due east until you run into escalators that will take you east up the hill and drop you off at the western gate.

4) Casa Milà aka “La Pedrera” (The Quarry)
Façade of the “La Pedrera” apartment block
Between 1906 and 1912, Gaudí worked on the most distinctive apartment block on the Passeig de Gràcia, a lovely, wide north-south avenue spanning the Eixample or modern “expansion” of the city. At the request of the industrialist Pere Milà, he created a structure that is actually two separate apartments joined by two oblong patios and an other-worldly terrace with a wavy floor and weird chimneys. It’s officially called Casa Milà, Catalan for “the Milà House,” but informally everyone calls it La Pedrera because it looks like an open-face rock “quarry.” Part of the reason the wavy façade is so dramatic has to do with the street grid system that covers the Eixample; at every intersection the corners are cut off like those desktop calendars with triangular pockets, so each street crossing is actually a little plaza and feels open and accessible.

La Pedrera houses a restored family apartment that you can stroll through wistfully and get a taste for what turn-of-the-century bourgeois Barcelona would have been like, a time of hopeful innocence before the tragic events of the twentieth century. Up in the attic there’s a small museum that educates you on Gaudí, his architectural style, and his building methods.

Roof of Casa Milà
The real draw to Casa Milà is the roof and its terrace. The ceiling of the complex’s attic undulates like a sine curve, and the rooftop is no different. Stairs and ramps move you up and down and offer lovely views of the Passeig de Gràcia and the rest of the city. Instead of seeing chimneys as something to grudgingly put up with, Gaudí eagerly incorporated them into his design, capping them with surreal, face-like tops that look like helmet-clad stormtroopers or Pacific Islander totems. Frozen-yogurt ice cream cones tempt you to stay long as stoic guardians keep vigil, but ultimately the whirling, spiraling patios will draw you back down to street level.

How to get there: Casa Milà sits on the northeast corner of the intersection formed by the Passeig de Gràcia and C/ Provença (Eixample district). Take the L3 (green line) or L5 (blue line) on the Metro and get off at the Diagonal stop.

5) Palau Güell
Palau Güell from the street
The only Gaudí work in the old city, Palau Güell (“Güell Mansion”) fits in with the historic feel of the neighborhood and reflects Gaudí’s budding creativity. Owned by the same Güell as #3 and #6, but designed by a younger Gaudí, it was his first commission for the textile magnate. Although the Catalan word palau is best translated as “mansion,” its cognate, “palace,” could just as easily be used to describe this *ahem* palatial home.

Staircase
Residents and guests would enter from the street under one of two eye-like parabolic arches decorated in intricate ironwork. Once inside, their horses would be led down to the subterranean stable, which, despite its lowly function, reflects the elegant arches and vaulting Gaudí would later use in the Sagrada Família. The living quarters are cozy but not gloomy, warm but not gaudy, made of stone but not cold, and solid without being cave-like. The smooth, finished stone from the exterior continues inside—a simple, sophisticated skeleton that was fleshed out with rugs, lamps, and furniture. The whole house centers around the main living area that was used for welcoming guests. This space was used both for entertaining and for praying; a brilliant, gilded chapel is balanced by a powerful organ whose notes fill the dome-capped hall.

Although Palau Güell isn’t as obviously-Gaudí as his later works, you can still see his nascent style coming to life: he flirted with Moorish elements by installing a golden ceiling and bathroom tiles that look more at home at Sevilla’s Real Alcázar than a Barcelona palace; he put slender, yawning parabolas everywhere, from windows to arches; and he incorporated natural elements by forging vines, seed hulls, and even a phoenix out of iron.

Chimney
As with Casa Batlló and La Pedrera, Palau Güell also has a surprise on its roof. Although the chimneys are evenly distributed around the perimeter, they’re just as whimsical and fun as those on his other two works in the new part of town. Decorated with tightly-arranged trencadís mosaics, the chimneys look like anything from rainbow frozen yogurt and bulbous Christmas trees to zebra skin and goblin faces. If you look hard enough to the east, you can catch glimpses of the simple-yet-beautiful octagonal belltowers on the Catalan churches of Sta. Mª del Mar and Sta. Mª del Pi in the distance.

How to get there: Palau Güell is house Nº 3-5 on C/ Nou de la Rambla in the Ciutat Vella (old town) of Barcelona. If you take the L3 (green line) on the Metro, you can get off at one of two Las Ramblas stops: Liceu to the north and Drassanes to the south. C/ Nou de la Rambla is directly opposite Plaça Reial on the other side of La Rambla dels Caputxins.

6) The Crypt-Church of Colònia Güell
Colònia Güell patio
Yep, another building commissioned by Sr. Güell! This time, though, we leave crowded Barcelona for a quiet village on the outskirts of the Barcelona area, Santa Coloma de Cervelló. It was here that Eusebi Güell moved his textile operations at the turn of the century, establishing an industrial estate to be run by the business on behalf of his employees. Called Colònia Güell, this company town stood out from its contemporaries because Güell actually tried to improve his workers’ lives instead of focusing on profits-profits-profits; e.g., he sponsored the construction of Mondernista-style homes as well as a parish church for the “colony.” After years of analysis and experimentation, Gaudí began work on the construction of this church in 1908 but was forced to leave it unfinished after funding ran out in 1914. Only the crypt-like lower nave had been completed at this point, even though there were plans for a soaring upper nave as well. The next year, the fully-finished lower nave was blessed by Barcelona’s bishop and the upper floor bricked over. This lower floor has functioned as a church ever since.

Crypt, Colònia Güell
Outside, you get the feeling that a giant brick- and mosaic-clad daddy-longlegs has emerged from the earth. But inside, you’re welcomed into an intimate, earthy space. When I visited, I was really surprised how tiny the interior of the church was; pictures I had seen made it appear like a gargantuan, roofed-over outside auditorium. Instead, it was a small, warm circular nave held up by leaning tree trunks stone pillars and bricked vaulting. Goodies within include whimsical stained-glass windows, a giant clamshell repurposed as a holy water font, and ergonomic pews designed by Gaudí himself.

Hanging chains, the “blueprint” for
Colònia Güell
It’s a real shame Güell ran out of money for the project, because the church would have been a surreal work of true beauty: a spaceship-like beehive of a complex with rockets and towers and spirals and light. At the very least, the crypt-church let Gaudí warm up for his later work on the Sagrada Família; he perfected his hanging-chains method in which he looked at a mirror on the floor and saw the “blueprints” right-side up and he got to try out his complex geometric arches.

How to get there: The church is in a suburb of Barcelona called Santa Coloma de Cervelló. I entered the underground system in Barcelona’s Plaça de Espanya and headed to the FGC regional train line (orange square & white chain logo). At one of the machines, I bought a combined admission + round-trip ticket. Any train marked S4, S8, or S33 will drop you off at the Colònia Güell station, and there are little spray-painted footprints that will lead you straight to the church, which is on C/ Claudi Güell.

7) Casa Vicens
Façade of Casa Vicens
This little-touristed house is visited by none but the most dedicated Gaudí fans (i.e., yours truly), so when I managed to turn onto C/ Carolines during a sunny Barcelona siesta, I ran into only a handful of Asian and European travelers, some toting guidebooks and others cameras. I lingered for a few minutes, snapped some pictures, and headed back down a major street to get some croquetas for lunch. Casa Vicens is—surprise, surprise—still a private home, and so tourists have to be content to admire its architecture from behind iron grillework. Finished in 1889 at the request of Manuel Vicens, a man in the brick and tile business, the house has subtle nods to Vicens’ industry: warm, red bricking and happy white-and-green tiles that give the fortress-like house a pixelated look.

Gate, Casa Vicens
As Gaudí’s first work, his trademark style isn’t clearly evident yet here, but Moorish elements abound without falling into the exoticist trap of Revivalism: you can catch hints of the Alhambra in the arches and columns, and the overhanging roofs are reminiscent of the flourishes found over entrances to Moroccan homes. And seashell/palm fronds populate the iron gate to the property, reminding us of Gaudí’s lifelong fascination with the shapes of nature.

Currently it’s up for sale—to the tune of 30.000.000 €. Yes, that’s thirty million euros. Think of it less as a piece of property, though, and more as a work of art, especially since Gaudí designed everything from the doors to the toilet seats (probably). It’s still on the market, and I wonder if some philanthropic business or foundation might take it over, clean it up, and re-open it to visitors as the next Casa Batlló, La Pedrera, or Palau Güell. Or maybe it will escape becoming a museum for a few generations, remaining just as the architect intended it to be—a home.

How to get there: Casa Vicens is house Nº 24 on C/ Carolines (Gràcia district). Take the L3 (green line) on the Metro and get off at the Fontana stop. Head north on C/ Gran de Gràcia and turn left at C/ Carolines. If you reach Av. Príncep d’Astúries, you’ve gone too far.

For more pictures of all these buildings, check out my set on Flickr here.

Are you a fan of modernista or Art Nouveau buildings? Does a country’s architecture influence your decision to travel there? Comment below!

Sunday, April 28, 2013

7 Things I’m Looking Forward to About America

Waaaaay back in July when I started this blog after finding out I would be spending 8 months as a language assistant at a bilingual elementary school in southern Spain, I wrote a post entitled “5 Things I’m Looking Forward to About Spain.” Looking back on that time in my life, I now realize how little I knew of Spanish life, although I have enjoyed all five things on the list throughout the year. That stretch of time, however, has made me mildly homesick and longing for specific things about America. So here are seven of them I am looking forward to enjoying and taking advantage of when I return in June.

TEXAS

1) Family and friends
Don’t get me wrong—the Internet has made staying in touch extremely easy and completely changed the dynamics of moving abroad with Facebook and Skype. But there’s nothing quite like physical face-to-face human contact, replete with hugs and fragrances, contact that doesn’t depend on a sketchy WiFi connection to have a conversation. This doesn’t even begin to cover the act of hanging out together over a common activity or a shared meals, or going on walks or to the movies. I miss my family and can’t wait to catch up with friends over a good sandwich or coffee—the easiest way to “be present.”

2) Speaking English
I know I’m pathetic, but speaking Spanish can kind of wear me out after a while. I like that I can consciously turn off my brain and tune out ambient Spanish spoken around me, but at the same time the accent they speak here is really difficult to comprehend and sometimes I get brain-farts on basic household words like “pliers” or “biscuits.” Everyone is an expert in at least one thing, their mother tongue—and I’m looking forward to being able to speak without thinking (not that kind of speaking without thinking, but without consciously forming sentences, just letting it roll out). Speaking the beautiful language that is Spanish is so very satisfying, but I’m no master of it yet.

3) Global food
I’m a fan of Spanish food: get me a tortilla sandwich, a simple plato combinado of grilled pork, french fries, salad, and croquetas, or even some pickled anchovies (they taste better than they sound) and I’ll be a happy man. But the thing about Europe is, each country, and every region in each country, has its own local cuisine that virtually all bar-café-restaurants serve, and it can get kind of repetitive eating the same things over and over again. Especially in the smaller towns in Spain, you won’t find much international food outside of kebap + pizza joints or Chinese restaurants. In contrast, my hometown of Plano (and neighboring suburbs) is home to immigrants from all over the Americas and Asia, so I can pick from South Indian, Greek, Vietnamese, and Salvadorean food should a craving, uh, attack. One of my first meals when I get back will be a good chicken tikka masala from “my” Indian restaurant.

4) Dishwashers
My least favorite chore is doing the dishes by hand. Although in the apartment we do, in fact, have a dishwasher, we never use it because (my flatmate tells me) it uses a ton of water and energy, so we’ve stuck to the sponge-and-dish soap method instead. I know it really doesn’t take that much time at all but when you’ve just cooked a multi-pan-and-utensil dish or baked cookies, it can be really intimidating when you see all the dishes stacked up. I know dishwashers can’t clean everything (frying pans can be finicky) but I love the idea of just throwing forks and spoons and plates and cups in and just…walking away.

5) Dryers
Of course Spain has washing machines, but virtually no one here has dryers. How do they dry clothes, you wonder? Let me let you in on a little secret: there’s a way people have been drying their clothes ever since humans began to wear clothes (read: time immemorial). It’s this simple thing called line-drying. Spaniards also hang-dry socks and underwear on clothes racks, and you’ll see tablecloths, shirts, and dresses flowing in the breezes over your head if you walk down any apartment-lined street in Spain. In the winter, socks and undies can take around a week to dry inside, and if it’s raining outside, you’re straight out of luck for towels or jeans. I also miss that little trick of throwing loosened jeans into the dryer every so often just to tighten things up.

6) Convenient business hours
I’m a fan of having naptime built in to the daily schedule (as well as a lunch break long enough to actually cook something healthy, sit down, and enjoy eating it), but Spaniards hold so rigidly to the hours of 9am to 2pm and 5pm to 9pm, and are completely closed on Sundays, that it can be really inconvenient if you need to do something outside of those hours, or feel like eating real food at noon or 4pm. And don’t get me started on the lack of 24-hour-type things. Man’s gotta sleep, but when man doesn’t, it’s nice when something is open. Get ready for me, 24-hour Walmart!

7) Quiet coffee houses
Last week I meandered into what I had thought was a quiet, chill cafetería that played good music and served good coffee and desserts. I brought some things to read and was looking forward to a calm, air-conditioned hour or so. Oh how wrong I was. I had come in around 7 or 8 for some churros con chocolate, or at the tail-end of the post-siesta coffee time. The closer we got to 9pm, the more people showed up. And if you know anything about Spaniards, it’s that they are not quiet people. There’s a running joke among us language assistants that “inside voices” simply don’t exist here. And most people don’t wait until you’re finished talking but just start talking, louder, over you in a never-ending cycle that basically ends in yelling (not angry, but just loud). So by the time I paid for my churros it was a mad-house in there, making me pine for laid-back Starbucks-style coffee houses.

What have you missed most about home if you’ve spent a significant amount of time away? Add to this list below!

Thursday, April 25, 2013

Confession: I’m Homesick

These past seven months living abroad in Spain and working as a language assistant have been one of the best experiences of my life. I’ve embraced the challenge of living on my own for the first time, I’ve enjoyed getting to travel to places I’ve dreamed of for years, and I’ve gotten to practice and (I hope) advance my command of the Spanish language.

Villanueva del Arzobispo, Spain
Villanueva del Arzobispo, the village where I work
I was extremely fortunate to find a job—any job—just four months after graduating from college (“in this economy,” to use a clichéd phrase), and I was even more fortunate to get placed by the Spanish Ministry of Education in a really lovely school with a carpool so I could live in the World Heritage-listed town of Úbeda, famous for its Renaissance architecture.

Here in Úbeda I’ve made friends with some amazing fellow language assistants and honed my blogging and photography skills. I’ve learned to cook for myself and even picked up a few Spanish recipes along the way. Separated from American culture and expectations, I’ve grown more confident about being myself and gained an appreciation for Spanish culture, too. In short, it’s been a great school year and I can’t wait to do it all over again up north in Galicia in the fall.

But the thing is, I’m homesick.

Texas sunset
Texas-sized sunset near my house
I miss my parents and my brother, my friends from college and from high school. I miss speaking English and being able to communicate an idea 100% (and eavesdropping!). I miss having an Indian, a Salvadorean, and a sushi restaurant all on the same corner, and I miss those special ingredients only available at American supermarkets, like blueberries. I miss fresh, ice-cold gallons of milk (although UHT boxed milk isn’t terrible). I miss cycling through alternative rock, NPR, and classical music stations on the car radio (although I don’t miss driving at all). I miss Mom’s cooking and I miss Dad’s punny jokes. I miss real, tall, shady trees and I miss landscaped yards, however wasteful they may be. I miss the embarrassment of riches that is the Plano Public Library System. I miss having an outlet mall 20 minutes north of my house. I miss having a U.S. IP address so I can watch Saturday Night Live on Hulu. I miss church and singing in church, hymns even. I miss Southern hospitality and (at least feigned) politeness in passing and on the phone. I miss Tex-Mex food (read: Chipotle). I miss driving with the windows down at dusk on a warm summer evening through the wide open spaces of north central Texas. I miss the comforting smell of my home’s wooden front door, baked in the sun on a 100-degree afternoon. I miss my summer office job and the great people I work for. I miss the street grids of the suburbs. I miss fast food and I miss quiet, chill coffee houses. I miss having a huge selection of all kinds of fruits. I miss my bookshelf and the books and memories it holds. I miss opening up the garage door, rolling the car inside, and walking down the hallway into my childhood home.

I’m tired of living in a town of only 35,000 people (even though it’s completely walkable and has public transportation links with the whole country). I’m tired of not being able to find certain ingredients at the grocery store. I’m tired of inconvenient and strictly-held to daily schedules where the town is deserted and all businesses closed between 2pm and 5pm and 9pm to 9am. I’m tired of the same menu choices in every restaurant. I’m tired of only having only one private English class student a week (maybe better luck next year?). I’m tired of not being able to understand nearly anything people here say to me, the accent is that difficult. I’m tired of there only being half a dozen fellow Americans within an hour’s bus ride. I’m tired of going to the doctor’s office with a raging sinus infection only to be told “oh, he won’t be in until Monday.” I’m tired of dealing with untimely bus schedules to get to the local train station or a decent-sized city. I’m tired of feeling little more than a dictionary and sentence-reader in class. I’m tired of the lack of inside voices. I’m tired of having dinner at 9pm because I like to go to bed before midnight. I’m tired of having to deal with the barriers set up by the local foreigner’s office. I’m tired of slow or nonexistent Internet access. I’m tired of feeling like a hermit because I never really clicked with my hard-to-understand-their-accent Spanish flatmates. I’m tired of hang-drying socks and underwear and I’m tired of hand-washing dishes.

U.S. Capitol
The U.S. Capitol. ‘MURCA.
To be honest, I’m pleasantly surprised this wave of homesickness is hitting me SEVEN months into my stay here; if you had asked me about my life back in February or March I would have been happy as a clam right where I was, and (I’ll admit) terrified of *having* to go back to the U.S. eventually. From what I’ve read, it sounds like feeling frustrated with your adopted culture and homesick is supposed to happen pretty quickly after your arrival and the initial “honeymoon” phase. So I don’t really have it that bad.

Parker County Courthouse
Old Parker County Courthouse, about two hours from where I live
And I know I’ll be pining miserably for Spain within weeks of getting back to car-dependent, English-only, and politically-crazy Texas. But at this point in my life, I’m currently experiencing homesickness and am simply having to deal with that. I know it’s just a passing emotion so I’m reassured that it will be over soon (I’m traveling most of the month of June and will be home in less than two months), but it sucks now.

Texas flag
Texas flag at the State Fair
Perhaps this came over me because of the one-two punch of emotions that was last week: I got back from visiting the gorgeous city of Sevilla over the weekend to realize I had a sinus infection; I read about the gruesome Boston marathon bombings, the defeat in the Senate of basic background checks when purchasing guns, and the explosion of an rarely-inspected fertilizer plant in West, Texas, all back-to-back; and I learned that my Mama is basically on her deathbed.

These all combined with little annoyances with Spain and frustrations that had been building up for the past few months to make me wish I could just say “peace out” to Spain and be back home.

I’m not about complaining on this blog, though; I accept full responsibility for my decision to commit to teaching abroad in Spain for a school year and I realize that the consequences of that decision include frustration with Spanish culture and missing home. I have been extremely privileged to be able to move across an ocean, travel Europe, and be immersed in Spanish. I just needed to get this out here because I believe a blog about expat life should show not only the glamorous weekend trips and fun explorations of a foreign culture, but also the real, everyday, nitty-gritty realities that you face living abroad, the realities of being a foreigner. It’s a thrilling, always-something-new lifestyle, but it’s hard at times, too.

Grand Canyon National Park
Me and my brother at the Grand Canyon (old picture; we look totally different now)
In under two months I’ll be back in Madrid, back where it all began in September of last year, back in the Barajas airport but heading in the opposite direction. I’ll be leaving part of myself amongst the Renaissance palaces and churches of Úbeda and the endless olive groves, and I’ll be leaving the country with a decidedly andalúz Spanish accent, a lot more maturity, and many memories of traveling across my favorite country (outside the U.S., of course). And I’ll be back in the Great State of Texas, hugging my parents and cracking inside-jokes with my brother, and we’ll all be eating enchiladas, and I will be home.

Have you ever been homesick? Talk about your experience in the comments.

Monday, April 22, 2013

8 Reasons Spain’s Language Assistant Program Makes Traveling Easy

Love Spain’s language assistant program or hate it, if there’s one perk to being an auxiliar de conversación in Spanish public schools for one year, it’s that you can travel so much more easily, especially in Europe. Below are eight reasons that being a language assistant can help you reach your dreams to travel.

Fez train station

1) You are legal for 8+ months in the Schengen Area of European countries
Source: Wikipedia
The Schengen Area covers most of the continent and basically dissolves borders among 26 European countries. This is extremely good news for the 400,000,000+ people who live in the region; for example, there’s no border controls or passport-checking if you cross the French-German border or fly from Portugal to Poland. But it presents kind of a problem for non-European travelers: tourist visas in the area are only valid for 90 days every 180-period, which means for every 3 months you’re in Europe, you have to be gone for 3 more months before you can come back in…legally, that is. For most people this probably isn’t a big deal, but for budget backpackers it can be kind of annoying.

Thankfully, the 8-12 months residency you get as a language assistant bypasses this visa requirement. When I was re-entering Spain from Morocco back in March, all I had to do was show my residency card (TIE) and passport and got shooed back in the country.

2) You have a residency card (TIE) that says “student” all over it, getting you discounts
My TIE card. Note the “ESTUDIANTE” at the top.
Okay, you’re not technically a student in the program, although it is advertised as “continuing education,” the paychecks are called “grants,” and you apply for a “student visa” to get in the country. For all practical purposes, you’re working 12 hours a week as a teacher’s assistant. But because in the eyes of the law you’re considered a student, you get to milk that status for all it’s worth. In France I got tons of student-discounted admissions at museums and castles, and in Spain I often get shooed in for free at certain places.

3) You get a Spanish bank account and a debit card with chip
Debit by Ciaran McGuiggan on Flickr
Although most payments at restaurants and small shops in Spain are done with cash, most business payments are done via direct deposit or bank transfer. So in order to get your monthly paycheck, you’ll have to set up a Spanish bank account so your regional government or school can wire you the money at the end of the month. (I went with nationwide La Caixa but BBVA and Santander are all over the country, too.) The good thing about this is you get a European-style debit card with a golden little microchip embedded in it—a requirement for using computerized kiosks if you want to buy bus or train tickets. This was a huge boon for me in France: I just had to walk up to a machine, put my card in, get my train tickets, and go. Usually American-style barcode-swiping cards work in person, but with a chip card you won’t have any problems.

4) No jetlag
Clouds over Puerto Rico
I think this is pretty self-explanatory. Although after a week this is a moot point since your body will adjust to the new time zone, it’s definitely a major advantage to enjoying a trip, especially since many folks only get (or choose) 1-2 weeks to spend at a time.

5) Less culture shock
Communist Party office in Córdoba—no big deal
Now, culture shock from North America to Europe is extremely minimal, but it does happen. It’s just a lot of little things, nothing along the scale of “omigosh they’re eating fried starfish on the street in Beijing!” but still. I was pretty shocked to see an office for the local Communist Party when I first arrived in Úbeda (they even had a little caseta or tent at the town fair!). Business hours and mealtimes are differently-defined and held to firmly in Spain (lunch at 2pm, everything closed until 5 or 6, then dinner at 9). And because of a more relaxed eating culture (and non-existent tipping culture), servers may seem like they’re neglecting your table when, in fact, they’re just trying to be polite and let you eat!

6) You can apply for a European Youth Card (carné joven)
My carné joven
At the very least in France and Spain, having a European Youth Card (carte jeune or carné joven, respectively) will get you between 20 and 60% off train ticket fares, depending on when and where you go. I didn’t get on this ball game until after spending hundreds (shudder) of euros over Christmas break on French trains, but I do have a card now. Since I’m residing in a town in Europe, I was able to apply for one at the local youth office even though I’m an American. The card is good until I’m 30 although many discounts expire after I turn 26.

7) You get to travel during the off-season
Toledo deserted at night
This one’s a mixed blessing, because there’s a reason people don’t travel much in the winter—it’s cold! But in the off-season you do get to travel around on a smaller budget and with fewer tourists. Hotel prices and restaurant menus are often cheaper outside of high season. And as long as you’re willing to bundle up and carry an umbrella around at all times, it will feel like you’ve got the place all to yourself.

8) You get to “slow travel” in your assigned region
Segura de la Sierra Castle
There is simply no way you can get a true feel for a place by spending two nights in a hotel, eating at tourist restaurants, hitting up the main sights, and peace-ing out. That’s not to say your experience won’t be authentic or legitimate, it’s just that it will be a surface-level one. Going deeper takes time. And you’ll have a lot of that in the 8-month-long program! Not only will you get to know your adopted hometown well—discovering where a good place to get churros is, saying “bye” (yes) to Spaniards you know while walking an afternoon paseo, or buying groceries—but you will also get to meander around the countryside visiting tiny, crumbling castles and popping into hole-in-the-wall restaurants that haven’t seen foreign tourists since…ever. Popular tourist sights are popular for a reason—there amazing!—but there’s something to be said for the pleasure of “slow travel” and staying in a single place for an extended period of time.

What other ways does being an auxiliar de conversación make it easier for you to travel? Do you think “slow travel” is worth it or a waste of time? Comment below!