Now Playing- Nothing, I'm actually just listening to the guy singing in the shower in the room next door. No ladies, it's not Juanes.
EDIT: I JUST GOT IT TO WORK. SAVING EUROS LIKE IT'S MY JOB. GET READY FOR SOME PICS. YEEAAAAAAH.
Monday, February 28, 2011
In Case You Were Wondering
Initially, I was going to use my Iphone as a camera. I bought a cool app that enhanced the camera, and allowed me to mess with the colors or whatever, (Forgive me camera buffs, I don't know the term.) But upon arrival in Europe the ol' Iphone decided to go into hibernation. I will buy a camera tomorrow if this guy doesn't come back to life tonight, and I will begin uploading original, and hopefully cool and interesting pictures. Until then, lay back and imagine.... Luego.
The Start of Something New.
So, I am totally late to the game, both in the blogging community and in my creation of this required Blog. But first, let's clear the air, I'm not treating this as a requirement but as a necessary indulgence. I've been wanting to start a blog for ages, but I never felt I had reason to do so. Prior to my travels to España I was just a lonely, displaced, vagabond Barista from Minnesota who up and moved to California post High School. Luckily enough, that is all about to change, for I am in a true land of opportunity. But enough about that, let's get into the intersting stuff, my adventures.
My first week and a half was quite the whirlwind, but now I sit in the plaza mayor with new outlooks and a white blank page.
I am in Salamanca, but more specifically the Plaza Mayor, a gigantic square in the center of old Salamanca. It's impossible to put into words how beautful this spot is. The saying goes that a picture is worth a thousand words; but one hundred thousand pictures could not do a lick of justice to this place. This is because a person needs to feel the energy Salamanca has in order to truly grasp how stunning this place truly is.
The Plaza is where I have spent most of this trip just trying to grasp the fact that I am in Spain. and while I have spent most of my time alone here, it is impossible to truly feel alone. At any time, day or night, there are many people, children, dogs, and animals mulling about and enjoying it's pure indescribable beauty and energy.
This is how the Plaza is set up. Quaint Cafés litter the rim; on the inside is a massive open space where children ride bikes, play with balls, and fall over in fits of giggles on to the hard, ancient cobblestone. Dogs roam off leash, always in the sight line of their master, but ultimately doing what they please, wherever they please(Please catch my drift). Majestic cranes with wingspans of over six feet fly above the square complete with branches in beak in order to expand the nests they have built on top of the massive golden stone structures. Students sit in the center, giggling, laughing, and sharing bites of Big Macs and Whoppers. Couples voraciously make out not caring about who or what is watching. Elderly ladies walk about with bags of food in preparation for the fantastic meals they are about to prepare for their friends and family durante el siesta. But the ones who take ownership and pride in the square, are the distinguished solitary gentleman who walk about the square for hours regulating with silence, stoicism and kind smiles. This is Salamanca, a place happier than Disneyland, Disneyworld and every other themepark across the planet. But more specifically, this is the Plaza Mayor, my temporary home, my anchor, and my true north.
As much fun as I have had composing, my fingers grow weary. I believe it is time for another double espresso, Black, but fulfilling and happy. As they say in Southern California, Later.
On a side note, I listen to music to stimulate my writing, so at the bottom of the post I will leave you with a song, give it a listen, in hopes that you can connect with where I come from with my writing. "Mom, Dad, Maggie, Scott, Once in awhile the songs will have naughty palabras in them, I will give you fair warning, but please still search for an edited version on Youtube;)"
In conjunction with the title of my blog: Now Playing- "The Passenger- Iggy Pop"
My first week and a half was quite the whirlwind, but now I sit in the plaza mayor with new outlooks and a white blank page.
The Plaza is where I have spent most of this trip just trying to grasp the fact that I am in Spain. and while I have spent most of my time alone here, it is impossible to truly feel alone. At any time, day or night, there are many people, children, dogs, and animals mulling about and enjoying it's pure indescribable beauty and energy.
This is how the Plaza is set up. Quaint Cafés litter the rim; on the inside is a massive open space where children ride bikes, play with balls, and fall over in fits of giggles on to the hard, ancient cobblestone. Dogs roam off leash, always in the sight line of their master, but ultimately doing what they please, wherever they please(Please catch my drift). Majestic cranes with wingspans of over six feet fly above the square complete with branches in beak in order to expand the nests they have built on top of the massive golden stone structures. Students sit in the center, giggling, laughing, and sharing bites of Big Macs and Whoppers. Couples voraciously make out not caring about who or what is watching. Elderly ladies walk about with bags of food in preparation for the fantastic meals they are about to prepare for their friends and family durante el siesta. But the ones who take ownership and pride in the square, are the distinguished solitary gentleman who walk about the square for hours regulating with silence, stoicism and kind smiles. This is Salamanca, a place happier than Disneyland, Disneyworld and every other themepark across the planet. But more specifically, this is the Plaza Mayor, my temporary home, my anchor, and my true north.As much fun as I have had composing, my fingers grow weary. I believe it is time for another double espresso, Black, but fulfilling and happy. As they say in Southern California, Later.
On a side note, I listen to music to stimulate my writing, so at the bottom of the post I will leave you with a song, give it a listen, in hopes that you can connect with where I come from with my writing. "Mom, Dad, Maggie, Scott, Once in awhile the songs will have naughty palabras in them, I will give you fair warning, but please still search for an edited version on Youtube;)"
In conjunction with the title of my blog: Now Playing- "The Passenger- Iggy Pop"
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