Wednesday, May 9, 2012

in love with lagos

Well this past weekend marked our last weekend abroad and we were lucky enough to spend it in Lagos, Portugal. This trip was through a company called Discover Sevilla excursions, so instead of traveling with our study abroad program our group was led by about ten men, all about 25, and all drop dead gorgeous--like literally the most attractive men I've seen in my life. Not only were they good looking, these guys were an absolute riot. They are so laid back, super funny, and best of all, they know how to throw one hell of a party.

We left early Friday morning and made the three hour drive to Portugal on a bus. I had heard so many amazing things about this trip and I was so pumped to get to the beach and spend the weekend in the sun. Once we got into Portugal, we stopped off to climb some cliffs and look out at the ocean. The sight was absolutely GORGEOUS but I was about one breath away from a full blown panic attack because those cliffs were sharp and rocky and just too high for a girl who has a paralyzing fear of heights. But I actually did enjoy it regardless of the fact that I thought I was going to fall to my rocky death right into the ocean.

After that, we hopped back on the bus, checked into the hotel, and then threw on our suits and went and took a walk to the beach. And I know I always say everything was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, but Portugal's beaches were honestly the prettiest beaches in the WORLD. Seriously. You all need to go there. They are breathtaking.
Anyway, we spent a while at the beach and then went back to our hotel to get ready. Before dinner, we went to a spot called the end of the world, which were gorgeous cliffs overlooking the ocean. We were supposed to watch the sunset, but it was pretty cloudy so that didn't really pan out, but none of us really cared.
end of the world

We went out Friday night because Discover Sevilla threw a party and we had the entire club to ourselves. A few free drinks and a night of dancing was the perfect way to spend a Friday night, even though when we got there we all were soaking wet (it started POURING rain on our walk). I also tried my first suicide tequila shot that night. Maybe it's because I'm just not an experienced drinker (sarcasm?!), but when one of the Discover Sevilla guys asked us to suicide shots, I said of course. It turns out that when you do a suicide tequila shot you have to snort the salt, take the shot, and squeeze the lemon juice right in your eye. Of course I did it because I didn't want to look like a wuss, and afterward I looked at my friends (out of my one good eye) and NONE of them did it with me. I guess some chicks just can't hang! Will I do it ever again? Absolutely not. But hey, I guess it was an adventure.

Saturday morning we got up and headed to the beach with the whole group. We started drinking our new favorite concoction, peach schnapps and lemonade and then we got to go on a Sangria Sailboat, which is unlimited sangria for two hours straight in the middle of the ocean, or as I like to call it, HEAVEN. It was sooooo fun. I think I had enough sangria to quench the thirst of an entire army, but I don't regret it one bit. It was a blast. We got off the sailboat for a bit and took a smaller boat to see some more cliffs.


elephant!

Of course after the sailboat was done, we continued to party for the rest of the day and night and kept going all the way into the next day. We sat on the beach, got a nice tan, and then headed home. It was one of the most fun weekends I've had. Ever. I'm thinking maybe study abroad Lagos 2013 ;)

And now in the blink of an eye my time here in Sevilla is finished. I have finals today and tomorrow and then tomorrow night I take a bus to Madrid to begin over 24 hours of traveling back to the US. I really don't think it's hit me yet that but I do know that I am feeling a million different emotions. Last night we went to dinner with our padres and they were telling us how much they've loved living with us for the last few months and how great we are and I almost lost it right there in the restaurant. I honestly do not know how I'm supposed to leave them. Tonight I am getting together with a big group of friends for one last time and I'm afraid I'm going to be the only sap at the table who is a blubbering mess. Sevilla has become my home and these people have become part of my family and saying goodbye is going to be the worst.

Gonna go study for some more finals and maybe buy some more Kleenex...God knows I'll need it.

See you all soon!
Nat

My pictures from Lagos:
 
Ann was a better photographer than me. Here are her pictures:


Sunday, April 29, 2012

home sweet Sevilla

Our Lanzarote vacation officially ended on Friday. And it kind of made me sink into a deep dark depression. It was the best and most relaxing vacation of my life. Suntans and sangria during the day and Cactus Jacks at night.... Every night. I'm not sure if I was more sad to leave the island or our new friends at Cactus Jacks...maybe a little of both.

Our plane got delayed a while Friday night and I was SO ready to be back in Sevilla (and not to mention to be DONE with Ryanair and their stupid luggage restrictions FOREVER!---I only had to wear three shirts on the way home!) Finally we made it back and thankfully Sevilla was the perfect cure to my post Canary Island depression...

Sevilla is celebrating Feria this week, which is basically a city-wide party full of flamenco dancing and drinking. Not bad, right?? So there is an entire section of the city dedicated to Feria and it's full of private tents (casetas) where people dress up and dance flamenco and party into the early hours of the morning. Unfortunately, we could only get into the public tents, but it didn't really matter because people literally break out in dance in the middle of the street. Not to mention, Feria is just a beautiful thing to see....The entrada (entrance) is all lights and there are lights hanging all over. It was so fun just to walk around and look at everything..We are such tourists!! After three months I am still amazed by this city every single day.

We went back for a little while yesterday and hit up a public tent to try some manzanilla, a type of sherry typical at Feria. The manzanilla itself was AWFUL. But once you mix it with sprite and make a rebujito it is a little piece of heaven. Feria was definitely one of the coolest things I've seen so far in Sevilla. And there is no doubt that these people know how to party. Woo.

We spent the rest of the day yesterday hanging out with our friends...We are all having slight panic attacks over the fact that we only have 12 days left to do so. We all got dressed up and ready to go to the disco last night (because it was our last Saturday in Sevilla) but apparently the entire rest of the city shuts down during Feria so all the discos were closed. Of course. =/ We ended up spending most of the night at the bar and then took a walk through the city to get some food...in the pouring rain. It was freezing and gross, but so fun nonetheless. I seriously have the funniest friends ever.

And today we actually have to be good students again and finish our final essays of the semester...It is really sad how little work we've done this semester and how out of practice we are at writing. I can't say that I'm mad about it. We have had the best semester of our lives---but I think maybe I'll save the sentimental stuff for another post ;)

As time is winding down at a rapid pace, I am feeling a million different emotions right now:

HAPPY that in 12 days I get to meet Luke Ryan Bos and give a hug and kiss to him and my sweet niece LouLou.
EXCITED to see everyone I've been missing... My parents, siblings, and Blake...and my friends too.
THRILLED to be back in my own bed in my own house and eat my own food. (and by my own, I mean my dad's food!)
NERVOUS to go back to all the things I haven't done in months---staying on a schedule, driving a car, waking up to an alarm clock, NOT going to different countries every weekend...
SAD to leave my friends here. I feel like I've known them forever and I don't know what I'm supposed to do when I can't see them every day.
DISAPPOINTED that I can't walk through this city every day, that I can't drink Sangria on a daily basis, and that I will no longer be able to look at Spanish people, especially the men! They are honestly the most attractive people on the planet. Good thing I have a handsome cowboy waiting for me at home!
HEARTBROKEN that I have to leave my Spanish padres. Not ready to talk about that just yet or I will probably just break down.

Excuse the cliché, but these next twelve days are going to be an absolute roller coaster of emotions. We're just going to try our best and enjoy every second we have left.

Cheers to making the most of it!

The rest of our canary islands pics:

And a few of feria in this album:
 
Until next time,
Nat

Monday, April 23, 2012

love love love lanzarote

Well, lucky for us the lovely island of Lanzarote has been just plain perfect the last few days. Though the forecast looked pretty depressing before we got here, we have had sunshine and a nice breeze every single day so far. And I think it's supposed to be like this every single day we're here.

So far this has been the best vacation I've ever taken. Why? Because all I've been doing is sitting in the sun and drinking at happy hour for the last three days. Day one was kind of chilly and just a little overcast, but the sun we did have was intense! Ann and I both got a good sunburn, but we didn't mind because the poolside bar has happy hour from 2-4, and the sangrias are two-for-one. Turns out the sangria here packs a little punch, too because Ann and I both needed a nap after we got done!
Day 1!

After we had a nice long rest (vacation is tough, huh?!?) we decided to check out the local bar scene... Costa Teguise is a tiny little town and I think it has about as many bars as it does citizens and I am NOT mad about that. We decided to try out Cactus Jack's because, well, that was the only bar with people in it. Cactus Jack's is a Mexican, British, Native American, karaoke, live entertainment, family fun bar. Let's just say it's nothing short of a melting pot of culture and things to do. The first night we went, there was an Elvis impersonator, quite possibly the worst one in the world...But he was very sweet and his outfit was bedazzled better than anything I'd ever seen. We had so much fun sipping fruity drinks and just hanging out (and people watching of course). We also managed to make friends with the bartender and get some free caramel vodka (my new favorite) shots. Yummmmy.

Yesterday was pretty much an exact repeat of day 1, except I wore a different bathing suit ;)
We enjoyed some more sangria at happy hour, went back to the room, took a nap, and headed back to dear ol' Cactus Jack's. We sipped some more fruity drinks and made friends with the funniest man. His name was Anas and he sat by us all night and asked to have his picture taken. Not only was he funny, he was also a dancing machine and he told us about one million times that we were the most beautiful girls he's ever seen. (And believe it or not, he was sober!) We also sat and talked to the bar owner, Jay for a little while. He's sweet as can be and also funny like his friend Anas. Free drinks and good company make for a wonderful vacation!
My sweet new friend =]

Today, we broadened our horizons just a bit. We still sat by the pool ALL DAY. Believe it or not, I've actually had to start wearing sunscreen-- I think I reapplied about ten times today. And of course, we just couldn't pass up two-for-one sangria at happy hour.
Tough life, huh?

But tonight we actually walked farther than Cactus Jack's and made our way to the beach, where the wind was OUTRAGEOUS. It was kind of dark and hard to take pictures, but I'm sure we'll be back at least once this week (if we can ever draw ourselves away from happy hour) to get some better ones. The beach was so pretty though, made me love this place even more than I already do!

After almost getting blown away, we walked along all the shops and restaurants on the beach and found....drumroll please...a Tex-Mex restaurant! I have never been so happy to see a sombrero in all my life. Of course there was no doubt that we would eat there because, behind my sweet niece and nephew, there is nothing I miss more than Mexican food. (Okay, that's a gigantic exaggeration. But I really do miss good Mexican food).
I don't know how many times it's going to take eating Mexican food in Europe for me to realize that it just ain't the same. Period. End of story. I am just praying for the day that these people learn what taco seasoning is and start refrying their beans! It actually wasn't bad, but my burrito was nothing like what my dad makes! Not to mention, what we ate today was pretty spicy, and water was 1.79 per bottle. (Europeans don't drink tap water in restaurants, either. Annoying.) Regardless of how the food was, it was fun to get out and explore the city a bit. We even showed some serious self-control on the way home because we walked right by Cactus Jack's and didn't even stop. Even though Jay and Annis were outside waving to us! I have a bad feeling that this self-control thing is only gonna last for a day!!

I had to laugh the other day when I was talking to my sister. I told her we were leaving for vacation and she asked, "Haven't you been on vacation for the last three months?!" Well, I really have and this week is only making this whole experience all the better. I am so lucky and getting very nervous about returning to a real schedule when I get back to the states. I've gotten used to sangria and siestas in the afternoons!! Of course I'm so excited to see everyone, though! I'll be home in exactly 18 days... Time is winding down a little too quickly, so I'm trying not to blink and trying to live it up in Lanzarote before I get back to Spain for my final two weeks abroad.

Heading to bed now so I can rest up for my day of absolutely nothing to do tomorrow. ;) Life is good!!

Pictures of the first few days of vacation:
Until next time,
Nat

Saturday, April 21, 2012

a rough start...

I am one happy girl to annouce that our vacation is finally here! I am writing this post from the patio of our hotel room, looking at our pool and some palm trees. Life is good. But we deserve to relax after the start we got yesterday...

We flew with an airline called Ryanair, which is incredibly cheap but has all these hidden rules when you fly, as well as the strictest baggage regulations ever. The ONLY piece of luggage you can bring is backpack. So, Ann and I decided to share a checked bag (we were actually being proactive for once!) to save a little money. Of course I packed just about as much stuff as humanly possible in my half of the suitcase (no surprise there). It was stuffed to the brim with clothes, sandals, jewlery, you name it. We knew it felt heavy, but the normal limit at Ryanair is 20 kilos (about 44 pounds) so we thought we'd be good. We stuffed as much as we could in our backpacks so our bag wasn't as heavy.

We waited in an incredibly long line to check the bag, and got incredibly nervous as we saw at least three groups of people in front of us sitting on the floor next to the line rearranging their stuff because they had gone over the limit. Not gonna lie, we got just a little nervous... We finally made it to the front of the line and set our bag on the scale.... 23.5 kilos.
Whew, not bad. We were thinking it would be easy to take six(ish) pounds out of the suitcase and stuff it somewhere in our backpacks. Just after that, the woman told us that somehow we were only able to have a 15 kilo bag, which made us 8 kilos (over 16 pounds) above the limit. That's when we hit panic mode. We asked if we could just pay the overage fee and the woman said of course, but it's 20 euro per kilo. 120 euro for a lousy 8 kilos! NO THANKS LADY.

So, we were those girls. Sitting on the floor, suitcase wide open, everyone looking at our underwear, jewlery, everything. We were frantic. We took almost ALL of our jewlery out and put it on. I was wearing necklaces, earrrings, and literally had three rings on every finger. Still too heavy. Then we took all our bathing suits and stuffed them frantically into the side pockets of our backpacks. Not enough. Curling iron, out. Straightener, out. Back to the scale. Still too heavy. Shoes out. Still need more. I was a nervous wreck. We were running out of time to make it through security and to our gate. Even though I was freaking out, I couldn't stop laughing. People in line were laughing at us, people who were doing the same thing as us were laughing. EVERYONE laughed.
Finally, we came to the conclusion that we had to throw somet stuff away. We had NO choice.
The new lotion I had bought a couple of weeks before. Garbage.
The new tanning oil I had bought YESTERDAY for 8 euro. Garbage.
I was about to sink into a deep depression, but then the lady behind the counter FINALLY let us go...Still a half a kilo over. Thank God.
We walked through the airport with bathing suits hanging out of our packbacks that barely zipped from all the stuff. I was wearing FIVE shirts, jeans, and, worst of all- a jean shirt over that. I was walking through the airport with a full- scale JOUTFIT and a fedora. We were definitely a sight to see. We were laughing so hard I think I sweated through all five layers.
When we got to security, the man stopped me after my bag had gone through and told me that I had a plastic bottle in my bag. I panicked for a second because I didn't want to have to unload EVERYTHING in front of everyone in the airport. Thank goodness, I had shoved my jar of crunchy peanut butter from aunt Georgia in the side pocket but completely forgot about taking it through security. I was so embarrassed cause the man was looking me up and down in my five shirts and Mr T jewlery, I told him to just take it and throw it away. He just ignored me, waved the guard over there, and held up the entire line to ask if I could bring crunchy peanut butter on an airplane. EMBARRASSING.

We made it. Crunchy peanut butter and all. And as soon as we got on the plane we were the people taking off three shirts in front of everyone cause we just didn't give a damn anymore..

A rough start? Maybe. Do I regret it? No.

Ready to soak up some sun (if this forecast ever turns around) and enjoy my week in the Canary Islands.

Until next time,
Nat

Thursday, April 19, 2012

Making the most of it...

This week's mission has been to start crossing things off our list of to-do's before our time here runs out. We've actually done a decent job so far:

1. Eat churros & chocolate at Valor, supposedly the best chocolatería in Seville. Check.
It really was some of the best chocolate I've ever eaten. I think I consumed about nine billion calories in 15 minutes, but I'm gonna go right ahead and say it was worth every one of them. You only live once, right?

2. Drink a gin & tonic sorbet. Check
Okay, I'll admit, it's not exactly "authentic" Spanish culture. But hey, would you turn it down? I can sum that drink up with one word. Delicioso.

3. Eat more tapas and drink more sangria. Check and check.
Well the Sangria here is just so good and I know I am going to miss it like crazy when I'm back home drinking Boone's Farm (although I DO love my Boone's Farm!) And the tapas are always good here and we've actually only gotten them a couple times. Our favorites so far: Patatas Bravas- fried potatoes covered with a so-far unidentifiable sauce. I honestly just think it's a mix of ketchup and mayonaise. Croquetas- Normally filled with ham or cheese and some other stuff...Breaded and fried. Let's be honest, who doesn't like something when it's breaded and fried?!? Calamari- cause it's just plain delicious.
Some of the tapas we've ordered have been a little disappointing. The other day we were so excited to see chicken taquitos on the tapas menu. Of course we all practically danced with joy at the thought of the little boxes of taquitos at the grocery store with the little fried tortilla shell with cheese and calorie-filled goodness.
Disappointing.
Fried chicken wings. No seasoning. Hardly any meat. Not happy.
Live & learn, I guess.

4. Bull fight. Check.
We went to our first (and I can say with 100% certainty last) bull fight last night. Some of our friends had gone the night before and warned us that it was a little difficult to watch, but we knew that we couldn't possibly be in Seville and not be a part of the most time-honored tradition here, so we went in with open minds.

Let me sum this up for you as quickly as possible:

Step 1: Bull comes into the ring with several bandilleros (men holding yellow and pink capes). Bandilleros wave their capes to see just how angry and fierce the bull is.
Step 2: Picador (man with a lance on a horse) enters the arena and delivers the first blow to the bull right in its neck to weaken it.
Step 3: Three bandilleros plant two barbed sticks into the bull's shoulders to weaken it again. That's a grand total of six little barbed sticks in the bull's neck.
Step 4: The matador (aka the man of the hour) comes out with a cave and sword. (Fun fact, the color red doesn't actually anger the bull because they are colorblind. The cape is red because it masks the color of the bull's blood). This process takes quite a while, as the matador wants to put on a good show for his audience and wear the bull down. Finally, he stabs the bull between the shoulder blades (into his heart).
Step 5: The bull has to be put out of it's misery by at least one small jab in its head.
Step 6: If the audience is happy, they stand up, cheer, and wave white flags for the matador.
Step 7: If the matador has done a really good job, the president cuts the ear off of the bull and presents it to him.

There are SIX bulls at every bull fight.
I watched six bulls get killed last night.

If I'm being completely honest, I almost got up after the first round and left. And if you know me, you know I am NOT an animal person in the least, but it was just not an easy thing to watch. And I've spared you all some details that can really just turn your stomach. I ended up staying, and as horrible as this sounds, you actually just kind of become accustomed to the whole thing by the end. Does that mean I enjoyed it? Hell no. It just means I could actually keep my eyes open and watch.

Am I glad I went? Let's say I'm glad I got to experience first-hand a piece of Sevilla's culture.
Will I EVER go back? Not a chance.

Afterward, we went to a bar with our ISA director and we all tried another tapa, Cola del Toro. That means bull's tail. The irony was almost too much for me to handle. (But for those of you who are wondering, it tasted just like pot roast).

If you'd like to see photos (nothing too morbid, I promise), click here:


I can say that today I feel a great sense of relief that I've crossed the most difficult to-do off my list, but for now, I think I'll be sticking to the sangria.

Until next time,
Nat

Monday, April 16, 2012

Mi Sevilla, Sevilla Sevilla

As it turns out, I'm not the best at updating this blog as frequently as I should. So I apologize in advance for my lengthiness, but there's just so much to catch you all up on. So, I'll start from where we left off...

We got home from Africa the Wednesday of Semana Santa (Holy Week) so we had Thursday through Sunday to celebrate Sevilla style. Semana Santa is by far the most important week of the year in Sevilla. The city workers spend weeks preparing--Setting up gates, chairs, and bleachers in the main streets and plazas of downtown to get ready for all of the pasos (or processions). The pasos are the main event during the week. What happens is that each church has a "brotherhood" so-to-speak that dresses up in outfits that are very similar to the KKK (obviously with no relation) but in several different colors, mainly purple, red, and black. They walk through the town followed by a giant band and HUGE, intricate altars of Jesus and the Virgin Mary. Every church has its own Virgin so the point of the procession is to show it off throughout the entire city. And these altars are INSANE. Most of the time they are made of solid gold, covered in flowers and hundreds of candles, which is absolutely breathtaking at night. It takes about 30 men underneath the altar to carry it--these men have to hold it up for about 12 hours during the day, which to me seems crazy, but so so cool. It rained for most of the weekend so many of the pasos were cancelled, but we still got to see some of the best week in the Sevilla.
Of course my camera battery died while I was watching the pasos (fail!) but I borrowed some photos from a friend so you all could see how cool it was! (Thank you Amanda McQuillan!)
 
One of the altars of Jesus.
One of the brotherhoods from the church. Almost every man in the city dresses up like this. Very crazy to see these men walking through the city all week!
Most of the men had rosaries in their hands or around the crosses they carried.
Altar of the Virgin Mary
The streets were PACKED for an entire week. Every store is closed down and everyone is outside watching the pasos.
Gorgeous altar...They look even better at night because all the candles are lit.

We went to church Easter Sunday with our friend's host mom and then spent the rest of the day doing homework, which was definitely weird. It was the first Easter I've ever had away from my family and I can't say that I enjoyed that part of it. But if I had to choose to spend it anywhere else, it would be here in Sevilla. Semana Santa is one of the most amazing things I've ever seen.

So our countdown to come home is at 25 days today... Holy sh....mokes. Don't get me wrong, I'm excited to see everyone back home, but it seems like our time here has passed us by in the blink of an eye. We've compiled a list of to-do's before we leave Spain (because I like making lists of just about anything), so last week we started to cross some things off...

Thursday night we skipped class (which of course broke my heart) to go to our first fútbol game. Before that, I had never seen a soccer game in my life so I really had no idea what to expect. Of course we bought some SFC tshirts to support our team (I think I'd take just about any excuse to shop) and watched SFC beat Real Zaragosa 3 to 0. I have been to A LOT of sporting events in my life, but I have to see I have never seen such intense team spirit as I did at the SFC game. There was an entire section of the stadium dedicated to the rowdy section, which I think was more similar to a mosh pit. The crowd cheered every second of the game, but not just normal cheers. They sang. For an hour and a half. And it was pretty darn cool. It was definitely a fun event to cross off the list, and I don't know if I'll ever get that song out of my head!

Roomies at our first SFC game.
Amigas outside the stadium.
New t-shirts. Heaven.

This past weekend we were off to travel more of the world. We went with our ISA program to Lisbon, Portugal. I wasn't really sure why of all places in the world we were going to Portugal, but once we got there I knew exactly why. It was gorgeous. beautiful. amazing. and any other cliché word I've used a million times in this blog. We got there Friday afternon and checked into the hotel...which was quite an experience in itself. Hardly any of the rooms were ready, so we were just waiting around in the lobby and when we FINALLY got into the room (with ten minutes to get ready), we realized that the water didn't work so the toilet and the shower didn't work either. I tried to avoid pictures of myself at all costs on Friday because clearly I wasn't looking my best!
Even though it was pouring (and pretty darn chilly I might add), we went to the Castillo de San Jorge which, after a never ending climb through the hills of the city, gave us a wonderful view of Lisbon. Even though we were soaking wet and miserable (the wind broke every single part of my umbrella), it was so worth it!

Lisbon, Portugal
My crazy amigas...Not so thrilled about the rain!

Saturday we went to the Monastery de Los Jerónimos which was another cathedral in which I could barely keep my jaw off the floor. Such gorgeous architecture, not that I should be surprised with that anymore I guess. Lucky for all of you who read this blog, I was not a very good tourist and didn't listen to much of what our guide had to say, so I am unable to bore you with useless details you'll never need to know. You're all very welcome! After the monastery we went to the Tower of Belém, which was situated perfectly on a the River Tajo. It was pretty stinkin windy, but still fun to go to the top and take lots of pictures.


The Monastery of Los Jerónimos
Mis mejores amigas!
Amigas at the top of the tower of Belém (thanks Amanda for this photo!)

We spent both nights hanging out in our friends' hotel rooms (somehow they all ended up with suites and we were lucky if our water turned on!) and I have to say that was one of my favorite parts of the weekend. I really can't believe how close I have become with these girls in such a short time and I know that our friendship won't end when we leave this place. They are such amazing people and thankfully as crazy and ridiculous as I am. I feel like one lucky girl these days and my amigas are a big reason for that!

So, this week we keep (slowly but surely) crossing things off of our to-do list, such as trying out Sevilla's famous churros with chocolate today and going to our first bullfight on Wednesday. I will keep you all updated and try not to bore you with such a long update next time.
Gonna try my hardest to make the most of these next 25 days en mi Sevilla!


Links to some of my photos:
 






Thursday, April 5, 2012

hakuna matata

This past weekend was the one I had been waiting for for a long time. My friend that had studied abroad before me told me that Morocco was one of the most amazing experiences of her life and that it was a must during my time abroad. So, even though it cost an arm and a leg, I knew I wanted to venture to Africa to see what the Sahara desert had to offer. As the trip got closer, I started to get more and more nervous because, let's face it, I'm not exactly the extreme-outdoors type, so tent camping in the desert seemed a little scary. And boy was I in for some surprises when I got there....

We left at 4am Friday morning to begin our LONG trip to Africa. We took a bus and then a ferry across the Strait of Gibraltar. Even though we didn't get to the hotel until about 6pm, that day wasn't too bad because we slept almost the entire way. The hotel was called the Menzeh Zalagh and was located in Fes. It's actually a 4 star hotel, but keep in mind that it's 4 star in Moroccan terms. The bathrooms were less than beautiful and of course we couldn't use the tap water for fear of getting sick. But it honestly was a pretty nice place. That night, we had our first experience with Moroccan food and, even though I didn't know what half of it was, it was pretty good (especially the dessert!).

The next morning, we woke up early for breakfast (which was ALL carbs--rolls and biscuits) and then headed to the Medina of Fes, which is basically a giant market made up of over 9,600 alleyways in the middle of the city. Thank goodness we had a guide to lead us through. The tour was definitely eye-opening. It was crazy to see how some people live every day. Fes has no sanitation system, so there is garbage everywhere you look and sometimes the smell was nearly unbearable. There were fruit stands, fish stands, diaper stores, clothing stores, you name it. There were people EVERYWHERE! We took individual tours of a few different places. The first was called a farmacia, which was basically a shop full of spices and beauty products, like Moroccan oil, lipstick, and soap. I thought that was going to be boring, but that was actually my favorite stop of the whole day. I got some makeup and some delicious smelling spices (that hopefully my dad will use because Lord knows I can't cook!) I think most everyone bought something there; the owner was an excellent salesman.
The second stop was at a giant old palace that sold nothing but carpets. Obviously this one didn't really interest me that much because I have no need for giant rugs, but it was so cool because the place was huge and there were thousands and thousands of rugs, some of them cost as much as 25,000 euro. (clearly out of my price range!) Even though we didn't make any purchases, we climbed to the roof of the building and got a great view of the city, so it was definitely a worthy stop.
Next, we went to a scarf shop, where they make all of their fabric right there. Everything was so beautiful and it was definitely hard to decide what to buy. Shopping is really fun in the Medina because you can talk everyone down and get things for cheap. I wasn't very good at it, but managed to talk the salesman down a couple hundred dirhams (about two euro) and get some really awesome scarves. The people at the Medina are so friendly (mostly because they want to sell stuff to you,) so bargaining can be fun..We walked by one stand and this man screamed to us, "Hello flowers! You are welcome in our country!"
The last stop was the tannery, a shop with all things leather. When we walked in, these men were trying to hand us little plant leaves. We didn't know what they were so we didn't take one. As it turns out, it was mint and you're supposed to carry it through the store and sniff it because the entire place smells like a cow farm from all the leather. It was one of the strongest smells I have ever experienced in my life and it was NOT pleasant. Looking down from the tannery, you could see a whole bunch of men standing in pools of dye coloring fabric and another great view of the city.
We finally stopped for lunch at a great little restaurant for some more unknown food. It was amazing and we also had our first encounter with cuscus, which ended up being the best thing we ate all weekend. (It's a good thing we liked it because we ate it for almost every single meal after that). After lunch, we went back to the hotel to get ready for a belly dancing show. It was at a restaurant near the Medina called So Ho Bag. Watching all the women dance was CRAZY. I never knew people could move their hips like that, but it was fascinating to watch and definitely different than anything I'd seen before.
The goal of the next day was to arrive to the desert by nightfall for a view of the sunset. We spent all day in the bus and we made it there on time, but got to the desert just in time for a sandstorm. It was AWFUL. The wind was crazy and it looked foggy outside from all the sand blowing everywhere. We had to delay our trip into the desert by a couple of hours, so we went to a fossil shop where they make furniture and decorations from ancient fossils. It sounds completely nerdy, I know, but the stuff was so cool. This time, I enlisted the help of a friend and she helped me talk the salesman down so I could get a nice candle holder.
FINALLY, it was time to head to desert. With scarves wrapped around our hair and faces to keep the sand away, we crammed into jeeps and took an hour long ride to the camps. It was pitch black by the time we got there, so we had to set up our tents in the dark. The tents were NOT AT ALL what I was expecting. They were literally pieces of burlap cloth help up by large sticks. We all had a cot and a blanket, but due to the sandstorm that had hit earlier, they were all covered by about ten pounds of sand that we had to brush off. I'm just gonna be completely honest and say that the first night, I just wanted to go home. I wanted a bed that wasn't covered in sand and toilets that actually flushed (they had set up restrooms with two toilets for over a hundred people-NOT a good situation). The Sahara is also home to beetles the size of house cats, which scared the daylights out of me but were completely harmless.
We ate dinner (more cuscus and vegetables) and then went right to bed. The desert gets really cold at night, not to mention we had a nasty stray cat in our tent, so we didn't get a great night's worth of sleep. We woke up early to get out on the dunes for the sunrise and, as soon as I saw the view that it had to offer, it made the entire trip worth it. The desert was absolutely beautiful and the scenery took my breath away.

Later that morning, we got to take a camel ride through the desert. Yes, you heard me correctly: the girl who hates animals rode a camel through the Sahara. It actually ended up being my favorite part of the trip. The camels were HUGE, much bigger than I thought they would be, so the getting up and sitting down was kind of frightening, but they were so fun! We wore our headbands that we bought from the Berber children (who hung out next to the camp all weekend) and rode the camels to the a huge dune that we climbed for a great view of the desert.
We rode our camels back into the city and got to walk around there a little bit and I have to say that was a BIG eye-opener. It is amazing to see how some people live everyday. Kids walk around with no shoes on, most of them aren't in school. They walk through the desert with their homemade crafts to sell. It is impossible to see those people and not be thankful for what you have. We are so lucky that we only lived the desert life for a couple of days, but it is heartbreaking to think that those children will have that life forever.

After a HOT walk back to our camp, we spent the rest of the day hanging out, sweating, and walking around the dunes. I took a million pictures, but they all look fake. Believe it or not the desert is one of the most beautiful (I realize how much I overuse this word and I'm sorry!) places I have ever seen.
We spent our last night in the desert watching an amazing sunset and listening to a Moroccan band in the big tent. We survived ANOTHER sandstorm AND a rain storm and spent another night on sandy, gritty matresses. Yuck. Two nights in the desert was enough for me.

We had another long day of travel and ended in the city of Meknes to stay at another hotel. We were all thrilled to finally have a shower and real beds to sleep on. We ate dinner and went to sleep and woke up yesterday for the longest day of travel I think I've ever had. We were on the buses by about 7:30am and didn't walk in our door until about 1am. I was so thankful just to be back "home" to my bed and running water.

So, this weekend wasn't at all what I expected.
But it was everything I could have ever dreamed of.
Africa was the adventure of a lifetime and I know I will never forget my weekend of sleeping in a sandbox, riding camels, and amazing sunrises. God is good. Life is good. That's just about all I have to say.

Oh, and one more thing: To everyone at home, I MISS YOU!

Here's the link to my full photo album:
http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.2901695142040.2122873.1250280194&type=1&aft=2901876266568&l=48b91b4011
Now time to celebrate Holy Week Sevilla Style!
Until next time,
Nat