Dos Hermanas

This is my final post for this blog, being that it is practically fall and I'm no longer in Barcelona. Hmm...........words escape me, yet the picture speaks for itself

Baby Meredith

Meredith Jo Crider
7 pounds 4 ounces
August 16th, 2006

Everybody was pretty wiped out by this point.

My name is Luca....I am an Italian Man (Lemony Snicket's anyone?)

This is me and Luca, the Italian. They've been calling him Pinocchio lately, didn't quite catch the story behind it, but I'm assuming it has to do with....Pinocchio? Anyway, he started a few days before I did so we both kinda bonded, being the rookies and all. Unfortunately this was one of the days that the a/c was out in the kitchen, so we both look a tad on the red side to say the least. The dude with the toke in the second pic is Rodrigo, the head chef. He looks super goofy there, made me laugh. He had a gotee all summer, then went on holiday and shaved it off so I still don't totally recognize him. He's from Argentina, not sure how long he's been here, but he's a really good cook.

El Camino

It is finished. I survived the internship I've always dreamed of? Heaven and hell can be felt within the same walls at any given moment, its quite an accomplishment I think. This is the metro stop close to work, our relationship was very similar to that of me and work as well: love/hate. Its sad to be done in alot of ways. Everyone was so good to me in the kitchen. The fact that we are from two different worlds to say the least sometimes played with everybody's patience and temperments at times. But for the most part I was surprised at how accepting they were of me. I didn't realize until this past week how much they actually did like me I guess. I just need to say one thing at this point : sarcasm does not translate easily, and when your personality semi-revolves around it you are left feeling slightly....dull. So I never knew for sure exactly what my co-workers thought of me for the most part. Especially the more quiet ones, like Bosqo. But then when I had to start saying goodbye to them, they were so warm and giving it blew me away. Bosqo invited us over to his piso after work the other night to meet his fiance and have a farewell drink. It really meant alot to me, and then when we said good bye he told me (in english) how much he enjoyed working with me etc....he had his fiance teach how to say it in english! It was so thoughtful. Then the next night, after cleaning the kitchen, the chef walks in with a bottle of champagne, and about 10 of us sat around on the kitchen counters toasting and wishing me well. I almost wanted to cry. So then on my actual last day, yesterday, they decided that we all needed to go out for a going away party. So it looks like about 15 of us are going out sometime next week. Maybe Spaniards take a long time to say goodbye, or they just want an excuse to hang out after work, I don't know. For whatever reason, it has been a perfect ending to my Spanish adventure.

3 Days Left

Silly Spaniards. Always playing with knives....they were trying to look "spanish" by holding them up like Matadors. The one on the far left of the 2nd pic is Carlos of Columbia, then Alber (aka : Bosqo) of San Sebastian, Alexandre of Galicia (north/west region of Spain close to Portugal) is the sous chef. These are my 3 favorites, they speak the least english out of anyone, but we have fun trying to communicate. Good times.

Degustacion

This is my friend Alexandre; he's the sous chef at work. Last night me, Linds, and Caleb went in for dinner and he did a 'Degustacion' for us that was just perfect. He let me pick what I wanted for 6 courses off the menu, but he redesigned the plates for us to make it special. It was amazing, L and C were really impressed. Plus, they got to meet my friends, and rag on me in Spanish with them (not cool). Just kidding, but the biggest surprise was when we asked for the check and they said 'no, you were invited'. It blew me away, it was easily a 150 euro meal, and they gave it to us for free. So....here was our menu:

• Canelon de Ensalada con Contrastes : Salad wrap, with tastings of contrasting flavors. Pineapple, Pinenuts, Yogurt, Limes, Tomatoes, Membrillo (quince paste), Grapefruit, Oranges, Queso de Burgos, Dijon Vinaigrette.
• Ravioli de Calabaza : Ravioli filled with Butternut squash with Sage and Sealed Queso Fresco served with a Sage cream sauce.
• Atun : Tuna steak with a mushroom filled ravioli, pisto filled wonton, and fumet (fish stock)
• Presa : Pork loin served with Eggplant puree, Caramelized Apple and Eggplant Chutney, Soy Reduction, and Flatbread with Cumin and Pistachio.
• Tarte de Queso : combination of American and Spanish cheesecake. American because it has Philadelphia cream cheese in it, and Spanish because they bake it without a crust. So good.
• Fondant : Chocolate cake with a warm Caramel center served with Pistachio Gelado.
• Cafe Cortado all around (except for the pregnant lady who was still licking the chocolate off her plate, jk, love ya linds)

Hmm........

Lately I've been doing alot of 'pondering' I guess you could say: about life here, life at home, just life in general actually. So I thought I'd just write some song lyrics and a few quotes from a book I'm reading right now that can give you an idea of what I'm dealing with. (and don't take this as a negative thing at all, its good....just difficult in alot of ways ;)


I tried to communicate, I tried to relate
Now all I wanna do is escape
And vanish into fantasies
I ventured out of the galaxy
Into the outer regions
Where folks believe in something
Much much bigger than their demons
And aren’t controlled by their circumstances
Sounds romantic, well dance with this slowly
And hear my failures don’t control me
It’s a place of solitude but I’m not lonely
And it’s beautiful but lets be reasonable
It’s just not real
It plays with your imagination
And for a moment or two, can make time stand still
But when it’s over all you have is a memory
I had to leave cuz the real world was calling me
Left my youth in pursuit of the truth
And gained a world of dishonesty
I see your innocence and envy it
I reminisce of mine and remember it
Full of peace, full of hope, full of truth
I remember when I used to be you
Before you became me
It’s sort of overwhelming
It didn’t seem like I was storytelling
But you didn’t believe me when I told you
That I could see my hopes and dreams
Come alive as it seems
But there’s a time and place for everything
Well I left my imagination there
Now it’s only what I can
Touch, see, taste and hear with my natural senses
I wish I could stretch the limits
But my defenses keep me limited
From the boundaries I set, so I won’t get burned again
Sure I’d like to be optimistic
That doesn’t line up well with reality
So I’ll go to sleep now and dream of
A younger, healthier, better me
Don’t mistake innocence for ignorance
Don’t mistake purity for inexperience
Don’t mistake humility for weakness
I sincerely mean this
You understand more than you know
There’s no goal like piece of mind
So what else are you trying to find?
What’s left?
Except regret and heartache
And yes, your heart will break and go numb
Lots of times before this life is done
You’ll look for answers but there’s just one
Patience that one day everything will make sense
But waiting is a pinch waking you up
From the worlds you’ve made up
The one where you dream
And the one where you gave up
Time to create a new atmosphere
Where the boy and the cynic can both play fair

- J. Reuben

• It's interesting how you sometimes have to leave home before you can ask difficult questions, how the questions never come up in the room you grew up in, in the town in which you were born. It's funny how you can't ask difficult questions in a familiar place, how you have to stand back a few feet and see things in a new way before you realize that nothing that is happening to you is normal.
  

• Everyone has to leave, everybody has to leave their home and come back so they can love it again for all new reasons.
  

• We get one story you and I, and one story alone. God has established the elements, the setting and the climax and the resolution. It would be a crime not to venture out, wouldn't it? It might be time for you to go. It might be time to change, to shine out. I want to repeat one word for you: leave. Roll the word around on your tongue for a bit. It is a beautiful word, isn't it? So strong and forceful, the way you have always wanted to be. Don't worry. Everything will still be here when you get back. It is you who will have changed.
  

- Donald Miller

To Pamplona we go....

It was interesting trying to find the right coach, considering they weren't in numerical order of any kind.

Overnight train ride, good times.

After a rather hellish train ride, we got to Pamplona at 6am and had a much needed cafe con leche. It was rather invigorating however to walk into the station and already hear festive music playing in anticipation of the day's adventures.

Encierro

The cathedral

By lunch we were pretty wiped out, took some effort to not fall asleep in our food. We ate in the plaza and happened to be hanging out when the parade of 'giants' came through. Its just people in with big heads that walk around and play with the kids. Pretty cool.

This was the traditional San Fermin dancing they did in the main plaza that night, seemed oddly complicated and simple at the same time. You can kindof see how some people's whites have a violet hue to them, due to the red wine spray guns naturally.

Thats one thing that Spaniards definitely do better than Americans: Fireworks. It lasted almost 30 minutes, and was amazing.

Homeward Bound

These pictures made me burst out laughing. It was 1am and we were soooo tired and just ready to be home. We didn't even try to look this bad, it just came naturally.
I'm sittin in a railway station got a ticket for my destination.....