Thumbs up or down?

We join you again from aboard a train, this time taking us from France to Switzerland. For both of us, it’s our first time in Switzerland and we’re looking forward to the unexpected. But, before we arrive, we have four hours of reflection time while the French countryside zooms past us.

This morning, over a breakfast of croissants, we were asked an interesting question by our hosts (side note: we could not have anticipated a warmer welcome in Lyon…Eric and Aila were sensational!) Anyway, their question was this: “Was there anything that particularly shocked you about France and the differences that exist between the US?” We answered through various anecdotes that illustrated some of the principal differences we’ve experienced, however, most of them derive from our first experiences in France five years ago.

So, for this post, instead of focusing on what activities we participated in while in Lyon, we’ll do a couple general reflections on things we love- and things we don’t love- about the places we’ve been so far.

I’ll start with Spain. My impressions will likely be different from Liv’s, however, I’ll try to think exclusively about those things that we encountered together. Let’s start with some of the good things:

-People generously call you guapa

-There is an abundance of jamón

-Unlike France, the showers actually attach to the wall above your head so you don’t have to make the decision to hold the showerhead or shampoo your own head

-The price of wine! And sidra!!

-Pinxos in San Sebastián. Little gourmet open-faced sandwiches.

-Great blinds that allow two exhausted travelers to sleep well-past their biological alarm clocks.

Now some of the Spanish things that we like –um- less:

-The obsession (that boarders of neurosis) of zapatillas (house-slippers)

-The inevitable shoving and shoulder bumping that happens in the street. What else could you expect from the country that has the bull as their animal emblem.

-The tissue papers that pose as napkins in bars. Should you get a drop of sidra anywhere, be prepared to waste about 40 sheets of this imposter material.

-Light switches outside of the room in question.

Now for the things we like about France:

-BREAD! You needn’t cross more than one foot over the border and the bread transforms into something exquisite.

-Pepper! After living in a country, Spain, that seems to reject pepper, it’s a delight to rediscover these little black specks.

-All of the chateaux that pepper the landscape (you see what I did there?)

-Most well-dressed, chic-looking children in the world.

-Digestifs. Tasty shots of hard alcohol that you drink after a meal to facilitate digestion

The bad sides of France:

-Digestifs. After aperatifs and all the wine you’ll have with dinner, this extra shot will feel like a very bad idea the next morning.

-The PINK toilet paper. What the heck? Given what we’re going to use it for, what’s the sense in making it cute? It just looks alarming once in the toilet bowl.

-Words the end in –GUEUX. Olivia does an excellent impression of the SNCF woman saying “Pérgueux” over the train loud speakers. Her version sounds like “Perry-goughghhuuu”

-Waiters who scoff and make a snorty sound when you order one 7.20 euro hot chocolate to split instead of two.

So, there you go: Those are our general reflections of the first 2 countries we’ve visited. We’ll check in again after we’ve crossed the Swiss border. Tally-ho!

Pass the salt...

And yet again, Kenz and I are aboard another train. A train full of power outlets, comfortable seats, and few passengers, and you would think we were acting like royalty. It’s truly the simple pleasures in life when everything you own is on your back.  Since our last post, we have ended our time in Spain and begun our short visit in France.

San Sebastian was our last stop in Spain, and it had a special kind of charm that Kenz and I were drawn to the very moment we arrived. Between the short the bus ride and the apartment we were staying in, we quickly became enamored with the elegance and beauty of a city nestled in a cove on the Atlantic. Aside from the little rain we experienced, and Kenz getting hit by a wave (video to come), our time in this city was amazing. We stayed in an apartment with a man named Lander, who made our experience effortless. Whether it was a map pinpointing the best places to see, bringing us tea when we took some time to dry off, or providing us with books of the restaurant, Arzak, he made our time their easy and enjoyable. Our experience there was heightened, when Kenz had made a connection that reserved a table for a fully paid, sixteen-course meal at Arzak, the world’s second best restaurant. We managed to pull together our best ensembles, and were pleasantly surprised at how well we managed under the circumstances. The meal was exquisite. After the initial fear of speaking too loudly or pegging ourselves as being completely out of our element, we had an incredible time. With the food and wine pairings along with the sometimes over-the-top presentation of the food, we quickly realized that we would never encounter a meal quite like this in our lifetime.

After San Sebastian, we boarded another train, that we may almost missed had it not been for two employees that went above and beyond, (How is it possible that we didn’t meet a single mean Spaniard?) and we were quickly on our way to Périgueux. Upon arrival, Kenz notified me that the man we were looking for would appear to be a French Santa Claus. Lone behold, in the corner of our eye we spotted him, Luc. The jolliest and most pleasant man the world may possibly ever see. With his full beard and laugh that could light up a room, I knew our stay here would be pleasant and full of memories. After driving away from Perigueux we headed into the small village of Saint Paul. We arrived at their house where Charlotte welcomed us in with an amazing dinner paired with a warm fireplace and comfortable accommodations.  Within this first meal, I quickly realized the handicap I had not speaking in yet another country. Not once have I taken for granted the gift Kenz has in language. I often find myself feeling guilty and childlike, unable to help her carry the conversation or take the burden of answering and asking questions. I know without a doubt that this trip would be very different if it wasn’t for her and her willingness to carry the weight of speaking for two. It’s extremely humbling to sit at many a dinner table unable to share an opinion, story, or even express to a family how grateful you are for their time and hospitality. I learn a lot in the silence and observations, and from the perspective of a future teacher, in these short couple of weeks I have been here, I have a much softer heart for the trials and tribulations that come with English Language Learners, and what they have to deal with on a daily basis in the classroom.

I digress…

With this lovely and warm couple, we experienced hikes through the countryside, tours of towns that France has dubbed, “The most beautiful towns in the country,” and a picnic at the base of a castle. They truly went above and beyond what most hosts deem necessary to entertain a couple of homeless American travelers. Our goodbye consisted of tears, gifts of fossils, straws, a flask, and a container full of salt that all held a hilarious inside joke or memories that Kenz and I will truly cherish for years to come.

These first two weeks have been nothing short of amazing, and it only seems appropriate to end with the famous words of our dear friend Luc, “C’est Good!”

Until Next Time, Asturias. Nos quieru!

So, Liv and I are on in a train passing León, Spain, which according to Liv is one of the ugliest places in the whole world. I don’t disagree. Fortunately, we’ll be heading to Lyon, France in just about a week, which up until this year, I’ve always said is one of the most beautiful places in the whole world.

That, however, may have changed and been replaced by Asturias, the region that we left only a few hours ago. I might be slightly biased by the fact that when in Asturias, I am showered in love, but even someone not so necessarily saturated in amor would agree that it’s quite exceptional.

Yesterday, Miguel and his friend, Andrés (Suku), gave us the ultimate in surf and turf tours. We started the morning by driving to Covadonga, which is Spain’s second most popular religious destination because of the virgin that is tucked away in a mountain cave/waterfall. When standing near the virgin’s sanctuary, you are also near the tomb of Asturias’ first king, therefore, it’s a destination for devotees and patriots alike. You can then choose to marvel at the views of the church or drink from the seven fountains, which will guarantee you luck for the next year (as if 12 grapes weren’t enough) and if you drink from the fountains in the correct direction, then you will get married within the next year. Only Liv drank correctly. Are those wedding bells I hear? No, it’s the loud speakers playing Little Drummer Boy again.

From the snow-capped mountains near Covadonga, Miguel then drove us thirty minutes to the coast. Therein lies the charm of Asturias: it’s one of the only places where one can show-shoe in the mountains and surf the waves all within half an hour. We stood from a tall look out point and saw the rolling hills of the county of Llanes as well as the wide stretch of the Atlantic Ocean ahead of us. When Miguel’s other friends, Carlos (Wuelles) and Diana, arrived, we decided to then head to the bufones, giant sea-geysers that burst from the ground with the same intensity as those in Yellowstone but that leave a saltier after-mist.

After witnessing our share of marine explosions (and after Miguel rigged a picture so that it looked like one was coming out of my big nostril) we decided it was time for lunch- it was after 4pm, so I should like to think so. It was too late for even Spain to be serving lunch, so instead we went to the grocery store for libations: Manchego and Alperal cheeses, jamón york and Serrano, as well as cecino (cured, thinly-sliced beef), an empanada with béchamel sauce and more ham, sidra and, of course, wine from Ribero del Duero. We spoke a hybrid language of English, Spanish and Asturian and we all seemed to grow more and more fluent after a few culines of cider.

This morning, we were awake long before the sun…or Sammy (the dog that kept Liv up the night before) or the goats that generate traffic in the streets of Vibañu. And now, we’ve passed León (thank goodness) and are headed in the direction of Vitoria, which will only serve as a linkage point for our subsequent train to SAN SEBASTIÁN: the city that is rumored to be Spain’s most beautiful. We’ll see about that, Sanny-boy, Asturias is stiff competition.

Both Coasts of España

Well, well- Liv just made a very thorough and heart-warming summary of the first few days of our Eurotrip. For me, it's harder to discern where my adventure in Alicante stopped and where our shared one began. In between, I celebrated my first Christmas with Miguel's family here in Asturias, which was just as impactful as standing in front of La Sagrada Familia or watching the waves crash upon the shore in Cudillero. While I really missed my family and the celebrations that I knew were happening in California, I couldn't have dreamed up a better alternative. I felt the immediate love of the Gallego Gómez family as well as the love of my own that had traveled across the Atlantic. 

The proof that that love had indeed traveled across that big ocean appeared in the Barcelona-Prat airport in the form of my breath-taking cousin who performed her classic airport prance towards me. In that moment, our eyes met and filled ever so slightly with tears of joy at the corners. Our trip had officially begun.

So, Barcelona was as cool as it's rumored to be. It seems to be the city that carries the weight of the entire Spanish reputation and it didn't disappoint. The ancient, fortified city was juxtaposed by the modernist works of Gaudi. A walk through the city can simultaneously remind us of Spain's traditional heritage and of its saucy, contemporary counterpart. 

After walking over 15 hours, sleeping through the intermittent conversations talking place in Russian, Spanish and English in our flat and trying wine from a porrón (so cool!!!) we were headed back to Asturias. For Liv, this meant the challenge of living with a family who speaks only Spanish, while for me, this represented a collision of my two worlds. So far, it's going stupendously. Today is New Years Eve: Liv is chatting with a fellow from CA and preparing for probably one of the latest nights of her  life. Miguel is in the kitchen with his mom who is making cider-poached merlin, while I'm sitting between his grandma and his father in the living room. I know that this is part 2 of our 'grand adventure', but in this moment, it feels like a perfectly normal, cozy Asturian Monday and for me- I wouldn't change a thing. 

When you hear from us next, we'll have survived a Spanish New Years party…or will we?

And so it begins...

Thirteen hours of travel time later, I was found sitting in baggage claim praying that I was in the correct terminal.  At last, I saw Kenz walk through the glass doors, and our journey just a short four days ago began. To say I still feel as though I am living in some sort of dream would be an understatement. From the very moment I arrived, I knew that my perspectives and outlook on the world would never be the same. Whether it's the frustration of the poorly placed light switches (don't even get me started) or the fact that Spain is made up of some of the nicest people I have ever encountered, either way, this experience holds great impact already.

Shortly after Kenz and I were reunited, we headed to the first place we would be residing. We met Milena and her daughter Aurora, and knew that our stay in Barcelona would come with ease. She immediately sat us, offered us coffee and tea and showed us a map of Barcelona. In between Aurora's sweet questions and silly facial expressions, Milena patiently helped us plan out exactly what we would want to see in just two days. We spent the first part of the day exploring Barcelona on our own, and then headed to take a free tour offered online. This is where we met Ruben, our tour guide, that gave us a private two and a half hour tour of a city he has great passion and love for. The history we learned in this short time gave us greater insight into how Barcelona began and how it has been shaped into what it is today. 

After merely scratching the surface of a beautiful city, we boarded a plane to leave for Austerias, where Miguel was awaiting our arrival. His love and excitement for touring us around his homeland has been abslolutely contagious. His family has welcomed me with open arms, regardless of the fact that our communication has been mostly made up of smiles, head nods and my broken vocabulary made up of a few terms that most 5 year olds would be proficient in. Miguel's friends graciously speak to me in English, and it always amuses me at how well conversation and laughter translates even with a language barrier. Between Miguel and his family and friends, I feel so blessed to be surrounded by such a lovely group of genuinely kind people. 

In between the new food and drinks I have experienced for the first time, I am overwhelmed with the constant feeling that I need to appreciate and take in every single thing I encounter. It's easy in Europe to find yourself walking down another gorgeous street, lined with multi-colored buildings with "La Vie En Rose" softly crackling over the speakers, and to become numb to the beauty and culture constantly surrounding us. Due to the inevitable fact that I am unable to understand the language, nor can I respond, I have the divine ability to take in everything else happening around us. Never before have I paid so much attention to facial expressions, intonation and everything that shapes the beautiful ability for people to communicate so freely. To my dear family and friends following us, here is just the beginning of an amazing two months to come with my best friend, cousin, and ideal travel partner. 

General Eurotrip Musings Vol. 1

Well, well, well...is it perhaps a dark omen when your airline cancels your tickets and then doesn't tell you that the plane that you are counting on to get you back from Rome to your warm, safe home no longer exists? Because we are surely not pessimists, we'll say 'no', however, I can't help but let out a small whine of injustice because those same swindlers over at studentuniverse.com charged be 300 big ones to change my flight a week later. And, what do they do?... They up and cancel our flight. I would like my $300 back, please...or perhaps you could upgrade me?

Voilà business class. I'll (McKenzie here) will be hob-nobbing and rubbing shoulders with the business folk on British Airlines. I can ask questions like, 'Oh, are you going to Madrid for business or pleasure?' And I can pronounce 'pleasure' like 'plesh-uh' the way I assume all smarmy British folk do on their way back to Mother Europe. Yeah, so anyways, I was upgraded to business class on my flight to Alicante. So, all in all, some harm, some foul, but definitely a silver lining.

I am glad to share that Olivia and I both have been slowly filling our backpacks with the essentials: very utilitarian hiking boots (mine look like I'm ready to chainsaw sum'un, whereas, naturally, Liv's are more fashionable...pssh, story of our lives. Liv, there is only one thing I envy you more for...and you know exactly what it (they) are). I digress. In addition to some snazzy 'boots made for walkin'', we also have ourselves some 'rainproof jackets made for long hours in the drizzle'. So, we're off to a good start if we're trying to look like a traveling duo of teenage boys.

The Planning Begins

So, here we are in the early stages of planning for our upcoming trip. Yes, we say upcoming, but it's not actually happening for another 6 months. Why the premature blogging, you ask? Because planning is the best part. Can't you tell how excited we are? (In a calm, mature sort of way: the way that you would want to be if you had 2 months of international travel up ahead of you.)

Ooops, we gave ourselves a way. We're not that calm about it :)

I wish I had a picture to insert here: the part where Grams and Poppa gave me, McKenzie, a check for 2,000$ (Liv's already been sitting on hers for over a year .... grumble grumble.... finishing college early)

Now here's some footage of the part where we found out we probably had to cut Greece from the travel menu. Womp womp!

It's okay! We've still got 6 other countries to conquer!

And by conquer we mean:

-Thriftily sneak our way through frozen ghost resort towns

-Drink wine just to keep warm

-Visit museums because they don't charge per hour

-Get super buff deltoids from carrying around backpacks

-Eat a full meal every two or three days

-Dance our little Californian 20something butts off

- Revel in the fact that we are best friends in Europe, after all!!!!!!! Whoooooo!