Thursday, April 16, 2009

Blogging at a Spanish pace

There are so many blog posts I have started in my head over the last month, but A lot has happened, including, among other things, getting engaged to this guy! On the advice of a friend (who suggested I could then link this on my gchat status so people would stop asking me to repeat it – thanks Jeff!), I will offer a brief engagement story:

Before I left for Spain, I had made Mark promise to come visit me. I knew I likely wouldn’t be back for Christmas, and so we would go a whole 8 months without seeing each other if he couldn’t visit. He booked a flight as a Christmas present (wow!) and came over for 2 weeks at the end of February, right during the famous Cádiz Carnaval. After a horrific flight over in which he managed to lose his coat AND his luggage (the luggage came 2 days later, the coat was mailed to his U.S. address after several calls to the Lisbon airport, where few people speak English or even Spanish), and spent 12 more hours in airports than he had anticipated, we were all smiles at the Sevilla airport where I picked him up on Valentine’s Day! (It was also fun to watch the reunions of 3 other couples before Mark finally came out the door…talk about anticipation!). We enjoyed the Carnaval in Cádiz with Lauren and several CIEE friends, snapping photos of cute kids, crazy costumes and “chirigotas” (the singing groups that compete each year and walk or are driven on a tractor around the city during Carnaval). We had made plans to head to Munich to visit a couple of Mark’s friends, but before we left Mark said it would be nice to have a nice dinner out somewhere and maybe walk along the beach. On Tuesday February 24th (which also happens to be my mom’s birthday – way to impress a future mother-in-law, ha ha), Mark had bought me a bouquet of flowers which I found upon my return home from work – this was my first clue that something was up. [Sidenote: He did this all on his own while I was at work – we had passed through the Plaza de las Flores several times in our trips around Cádiz, but he remembered where it was!] That evening we watched the sun set, stopped by the Cathedral of Cádiz, and went to dinner at El Aljibe (convincing Mark that the small “tapas” portions of food are filling if you get a bunch of them, however, was a no-go J). After dinner Mark suggested we walk back out to the beach...another clue that he might be up to something. I took off my shoes to walk across the sand, but it was a bit chilly, so we walked back out on the pier leading to the castle of San Sebastian. Midway out we decided to sit down for a bit on the pier, enjoying the sound of the evening waves rolling onto the shore, and the castle lit up at night. He then surprised me by saying he had some things he had written down about our relationship, and why he loved me, and after reading them he fished around in his wallet (taking a little longer than he anticipated), pulled out a (sapphire!) ring, got down on one knee and asked me to marry him. To which I responded “yeah!!!!” Here are a couple pictures from that night, and the rest of his time here:

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

happy birthday from Spain!

Sorry about the delay in posts...to all 3 of you readers out there :)

This weekend has included a bit of everything. Mark was due to fly into Sevilla Saturday (Valentine's Day!) at 11:30am, but on my way to the airport to pick him up I got a message letting me know he'd missed his flight in Lisbon, and would not be into Sevilla until 11pm Saturday night. He finally arrived, exhausted and luggage-less. The luggage was delivered to Cadiz about 48 hours later (fast!), and after a couple calls to the Portuguese Police at the Lisbon Airport ("Does someone speak English?"..."No, Portuguesh"..."Spanish?"..."No, Portuguesh"..."English?"..."Un momento..."..."Hola?") we have also located the coat. Getting it back will be a different adventure...perhaps an excuse to drive to Lisbon? If only I could drive stick.

I also had the privelege of having Mark here for my (24th!) birthday on Monday. And my old friends, the-birds-of-Spain, did NOT disappoint when they (well, one of them anyway) sprinkled me with their good luck...on my face. This was milli-seconds before I called out "Hello!" to a friend who was passing by. She thought the ice cream I was eating was perhaps blueberry flavored, and (ha!), silly me I had gotten some on my face. If only :)

[Sidenote: As I read back to some of my posts, I think I've been doing a fair amount of "complaining". Please don't interpret this as a lack of love for Spain. I LOVE this place, and would highly recommend visiting someday if you get the chance. I'm only here for 3 more months...make your booking at "Apartment le Cat & Lauren" soon if you want!]

As I only have a few moments before Mark finishes up some work that he brought with him (ah! the life of a grad student!), I leave you with two clips from the newly debuted Spanish version of Saturday Night Live. Which is shown on Thursdays. Go figure.

The Cowbell Skit - in Spanish


Weekend Update - A proposal that Israelis and Gaditanos (people from Cadiz) should switch places (the basic premise being that Israelis might Gaditano humor and way of arguing and "stop destroying Gaza". The skit is more about making fun of Gaditanos than making a political statement, as Cadiz is famous in Andalusia for believing itself to be the best at everything and to have the best food/culture, etc (not in an overly-proud kind of way, most of the time, but a way that's more a cultural preservation method...though I suspect the pride in one's province/city is about the same almost anywhere you go in the world). The Gaditano guy (the one on the right), from his accent to his way of over-exaggerating things, to talking about the "chirigotas" during Carnaval, really plays up Gaditano humor. I had to watch this about 3 times through to get it (and there are still some things that I don't get), but it was fun watching Gaditanos being made fun of and being able to say "Hey! I understand why that's funny...because I HAVE BEEN LIVING WITH THESE PEOPLE!". I particularly like the way the Gaditano guy says "Buenas noches!" 3 times in really exaggerated ways when he's intro'd.

Sunday, January 18, 2009

I'm going to make a snowman!

This past week I was able to accompany 30 7th graders from my school on an overnight class trip to Granada, chaperoning along with the Jose-Miguel the phys-ed teacher, Noe the English teacher and Abby, the other language and culture assistant (from Seattle). We started off at 8:30 in the morning, waving goodbye to nervous mothers and relieved teachers (class size reduced by 90% for two days! Glorious!). The kids were hilarious on the bus, singing camp-type songs on the bus, and trying to make Abby and I promise to speak only in Spanish for the whole trip (nothing doing kiddos! I'm here to teach you English!).

We didn't visit the Alhambra (which surprised me at first...but after spending less than 48 hours with these kids, I think it was probably a wise decision to save the Alhambra for a high school trip - so active). Instead, we visited Granada's huge "Parque de las Ciencias" (Science Park - think a combination of a small zoo plus the Hands-On Museum or Cosi museum in Ohio...multiply that by 10).


Science Park Playground from Catherine Steiner on Vimeo.

We also got to take a bus trip up to the Sierra Nevada mountains where the kids went sledding and ice skating. I think for a fair amount of them it was their first time seeing real, live snow, so it was fun to watch their reactions. The first video is of the kids seeing the snow-capped mountains from the bus as we got closer to Granada - (the tour guide was telling them a legend about two lovers one a Muslim princess, the other a Christian man who jumped from some nearby cliffs because they would never be accepted in one another's worlds) - you can hear them get excited as soon as the tour guide mentions "nieve" (pronounced "nee-ay-vay"). The second video is them when they first got off the bus in the Sierra Nevada:


Seeing snow from the bus from Catherine Steiner on Vimeo.


Snow Fight! from Catherine Steiner on Vimeo.

I also didn't realize until the trip how much I actually kind of missed the snow (ok, ok - I realize that all you guys in the Michigan/Midwest area have just been hit with tons of snow lately, and unbelievable cold...but think how much winter would be lacking without the snow, but just the cold! That's kind of what it's been like here...but a little warmer). I had a heyday getting my kids to sled down from a higher place on the hill ("It's more fun! I promise!" I told them), and getting them to try skating backwards (there might have been a little showing off involved there too...ahem). It was also funny to me to see signs for "sled rental" and "ski clothing rental" - something which makes sense for most Andalusians since they don't live in a place that snows very often.

Friday, January 2, 2009

a conversation over breakfast in Morocco

Context: The family visited for Christmas. It was great, number one, because I got to be with THEM! Also it was great because it gave me an opportunity to play tour guide and go to places I hadn't had the opportunity to go yet, like Tangiers (Morocco). It's only a 40-minute ferry ride from the tip of the Iberian peninsula in Tarifa (Spain). We took a great tour of Morocco with our tour guide, who called himself "Aziz-Number-One", and had a tour-guide friend called "Ali-the-Frog". Aziz-Number-One made a point of indicating all the doors in the city and in the Kasbah that Henri Matisse had painted during a two-year stint in Tangiers during the early 20th century. The day after our tour, at breakfast in our hotel (whose elevator lacked a closing sliding door so that you could see every floor as you passed it), I had a conversation with my parents after Becky and Nate had left that went something like this (don't worry, I got permission to share this on the blog, as long as I wasn't "too hard" on my mom, who I love a TON. Please keep in mind that she had had very little sleep on the plane 2 days before, and her oldest daughter had given her very little time to recover before pushing the whole family out the door to a restless bus-ride and ferry ride. I tell this story with much love, mom!):

Mom: Well, wow, I had no idea that Henri Matisse had painted all those doors!

Dad: Those are some good views.

Cat: Yeah, I didn't know he had spent all that time in Morocco either.

Mom: I mean, I'm surprised they don't put plaques there or something - you'd think people would want to preserve a door a little more if it had been painted by Henri Matisse.

[Dad and Cat give each other looks with raised eyebrows, and then look at Mom].

Cat: Wait...you don't think he actually painted the doors, do you? When Aziz said he painted them, he meant he painted them on canvas...

Dad: [Cracking up...unable to contain himself...] Ha ha.... [more red-faced laughter]

Mom: Oh...[starts laughing, realizing her misinterpretation of Aziz's words]...ha ha...oh, wow, that explains a lot! Wow...I mean, I was thinking like 'How did Henri Matisse do it? Did he just walk up to people and say 'Can I paint your door?'' - I mean...I thought people must have been really honored to have Henri Matisse paint their doors and so they let him...hee hee....ah ha ha...

Cat: [Also cracking up] Ha ha...oh ha...woooo...

Dad: [Red-faced, doubled over...] Hee hee!

Mom: Ah! Ah ha ha - I mean...oooh, wow. WOW. Ha ha [Johnson giggle/laugh, which can only be truly replicated by the Johnson women...my cousins and aunts/uncles on the Johnson side will understand this]...


So, I leave you with these couple photos of the doors in Tangiers that were painted by Henri Matisse.