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Andalucía, España

In late January our Spring 2013 group visited the southern region of Andalucía, Spain, and I was so happy to get the chance to travel there for a second time in my life. Last year, when our group traveled to the south of Spain, I definitely had a really bad case of strep and was miserable on most of the tours we went on. I had to miss part of the tours in Sevilla and go to the doctor, which was far from ideal. I don't even think I blogged about it last year. This time around, I felt as if I was stepping back into a dream, just like when I first arrived to Valencia. I honestly never thought I would step foot in some of those places ever again. The hotels, the restaurants, the cathedrals, and all of the sites were familiar to me, and it was a nice feeling being back (and in great health).

Córdoba at sunset

The first leg of our trip we traveled to the city of Córdoba and stopped there for a good 3 hour walk around the old city and the cathedral, which used to be a mosque. The cathedral still has remnants of Arabic architecture and it is absolutely beautiful. The trip here is always short, but memorable. We immediately walk inside the cathedral after splitting up into groups and admire all of the architecture in the area. Inside there is a great mixture of Christian and Arabic themes. The part that I love the most inside this cathedral are the arches that extend across one giant room. They are Arabic in style, and amazing to look at. It's one of those grand pieces of architecture I remember studying in Art History class that was finally brought to life.

Arabic arches inside the cathedral

After watching the sun set slowly on the city of Córdoba, we all headed back on the buses and to our final destination of the night, Sevilla. When we arrived, we exited the buses and awkwardly carried our luggage through the streets of Sevilla for about ten minutes. I remembered this specifically from my first trip to the south of Spain because the luggage bouncing loudly on the cobblestone was so memorable and all the Spaniards were staring at this large group of American students like we were insane. This definitely was the case the second time around. We all piled into the hotel, got our room assignments, and tried to find places to eat dinner for the night. I stumbled upon a random restaurant with a few friends and had some of the best Spanish food I've ever had. I don't remember the exact name of the spot, which is frustrating because usually I write everything down like a maniac so I can defeat my short term memory. I had some amazing stuffed mushrooms, a bacon wrapped meat dish, patatas bravas, and absolutely fantastic Sangria. It was one of my favorite meals in Spain, shared with some great people.

The Plaza de España
The next morning, we all gathered in the lobby and started our tour of the beautiful city of Sevilla. I was already in a great mood because I didn't have strep throat and I was thrilled to tour around this city again. We went to the cathedral, the top of the Giralda (the bell tower at the cathedral), the royal gardens of the Alcázar, the famous Plaza de España, and many other spots. At a certain point we were allowed to roam the streets ourselves to shop, find some lunch, and explore parts of the city we wouldn't otherwise see. I think the most beautiful spots were the Plaza de España and the gardens of the Alcázar, the royal palace of Sevilla which used to be a Moorish stronghold. The Plaza de España is iconic and amazing to look at. Beautiful ceramic tiles fill the architecture around the plaza, with vibrant colors of blue, green, and yellow everywhere you look. We visited on a gorgeous day too. Last year the giant fountain in the middle of the plaza was on and looked epic, this year it was off for some reason. Regardless, it was still as astonishing as I remembered it! I could have spent hours there. Around the entire circumference of the plaza, there is a specific section or "alcove" dedicated to each province in Spain, with tiling and beautiful artistry. Students always try to go find the Valencia section to take a quick snapshot. As I walked around the plaza for the second time in my life, it was surreal to think of sharing this place with two separate groups of people. Just like when I walked up to the Torres de Serranos after a months apart, I expected to see the familiar faces I lived with a year ago. Instead I was surrounded by an entirely new group, but one that I had already grown to love in such a short amount of time.

Close up of the architecture in the Plaza de España

Each year the students climb to the top of the Giralda at the cathedral as well, which gives us a panoramic view of Sevilla. You can look down and see the bull ring, the Alcázar gardens, and neighborhoods that extend out for miles. I always love getting panoramic views of cities we go to, the perspective is so thrilling and pictures can't even capture the magnitude fully. One of the most compelling feelings I have in life is when I look at something so magnificent, I want to capture it in an image, but I know my picture cannot do the scene justice. I live for that feeling, and I had it frequently throughout my trips in Europe. Inside the cathedral is a famous statue and memorial to Christopher Columbus, where his supposed ashes are kept. Seeing that was definitely a memorable highlight to the trip that I'll always remember. 

A view of Sevilla from atop the Giralda


As our stay ended, we all checked out of our hotel and I said goodbye to Sevilla yet again. I really grew to love this city and each time I left, I specifically remember feeling that I wanted more time to explore. It was off to Granada though, the culmination of our Andalusian adventure. Granada is famous for the brilliant and astounding piece of architecture known as the Alhambra, considered by some as a true world wonder. This was our main attraction during our first day in this city. I was actually giddy and excited to be getting our ear pieces and listening devices for the lengthy (and at some points rather monotonous) tour ahead of us, just because it was just so strange to be a part of the exact same tour a year later. I remember that our tour guide last year let us make broadcasts to the entire group on his microphone, he was a team player. We listened to the tour leader as we walked past the beautiful and luscious gardens, fountains, terraces, steps, and overlooks that the Alhambra offers the world.

An overlooking view of the Alhambra


The city of Granada


The Sierra Nevada mountains 


I think one of the best parts of the group trip to southern Spain is the final night we spend in Granada. The students and directors gather in one restaurant for a private dinner and flamenco show, filled with laughs, dancing, wine, paella, and in general a sense of togetherness. Truthfully it is one of the first nights that a bond is formed between all the students. Everyone watches the performance and indulges in the food and drink, while enjoying the good spirits all around. After dinner everyone gathers at a local bar to watch the classic Madrid vs. Barcelona soccer game which I believe happened the same night two years in a row. In my mind, I can remember both nights with each program so distinctly, and I felt the same each time. I felt amazingly blessed that I was able to be participating in this same trip twice, and that I was lucky enough to be making more timeless memories that I would cherish forever. In general I just felt warmed with a happiness that I can't describe fully. You can't help but think so profoundly as you walk towards the Alhambra at night to watch it sparkle, surrounded by what will soon be some of your closest friends. I can remember two years ago, walking to the Alhambra while telling my best friend Leen how much I loved her already, and this year bopping around with all the girls on Meggy's birthday as she test drove vespas and we made random Spanish friends. Those two nights, one year apart, have truly left their mark in my heart.


On top of Alicante's castle with a view of the Mediterranean


The last day we had in Granada was a travel day, where some of the students continued their stay in the South by taking a skiing trip in the Sierra Nevada mountains, and the rest traveled northeast and head toward the coast back home to Valencia. Each year we were able to stop in the city of Alicante, which is about an hour or so south of Valencia. Last year I remember wandering the beaches on a cold and rainy day with Hannah, as we swung on swings and watched the somber Mediterranean in the distance. This year was much more inviting, as a group of us took an elevator to the top of Alicante's castle, which boasts this wonderful view. It was an excellent ending to a great trip to Andalucía yet again.




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Valencia, España

Back home at Los Torres de Serranos
Never would I ever expect to be back here again, in my second home of Valencia, Spain. At least not for many years. This made stepping off the plane back into the Valencian air that much more special. The entire taxi ride I was filled with emotion and with anticipation, but nothing compared as to when I stepped out in front of the Torres and the study center at last. I immediately felt at home again. I walked inside for the first time since April and was greeted by the FSU family and the familiar sights of the study center. I can't put into words how amazing and fortunate I felt at that moment, I really could not believe I was back, ringing the reception buzzer to be let in, climbing up the staircase, and roaming the halls I lived in months ago.

Since being back for the second time, I've had to adjust to so many new things I didn't anticipate. All the tasks that come with being a PA, the 80 new faces that I personally was not used to seeing in the center, and also committing to Spanish ways of life once again. This included having shifts behind the front desk most days and nights, forgetting student's names on a daily basis (plus mistaking them for other people), remembering siesta time from 2-6 in which most stores close, and adjusting to eating at 9:30 pm or later each night. The strangest thing at first was probably not being in my old apartment with the same group of people; our dysfunctional little apartment 8 family that was never clean and always loud. I would walk into rooms I knew where my friends would normally be, but not find them there. It was surreal. Also seeing specific places and sights would trigger memories of my friends from last spring so quickly, and it was hard knowing they would not be here with me again. At least not in this Spring semester. 

Our neighborhood
Along with the changes came so many familiar things I was more than excited to see. One of the main things was the food. I definitely went to every single one of my favorite restaurants during the first two weeks I was back, while at the same time taking pictures of everything I ate to document the special moment, AND spending all of my cheques before the month was done. I forgot how much I loved the food here in Valencia until I returned and tried it again. Three words: cafe con leche. However the sights were what really made me nostalgic for the past semester. I felt almost as if it was my first time there, because I kept taking pictures of all my favorite places and old restaurants. The Torres, the plazas Virgen, Reina, and Ayuntamiento, plus the riverbed of course. Our neighborhood in general. I love it all, and honestly still cannot believe I'm back and have been living here for 20 days so far. Time is already flying by in Valencia just like it used to.

So far we are two weeks into the program and I think I can say I've started to settle. We had a chance to travel together as a group to a small city called Xátiva, which I had been to before with a group of friends last year. I think was a great choice for a day trip. Trips always bring groups together in my opinion, and I can't wait to take the first big one to Andalucía within the upcoming week. Coming back to Xátiva was amazing though, for it demonstrated yet another moment where I never expected to be in the same place again. Seeing the ancient castle walls and climbing to the top with a whole new set of people was so strange but exciting, and I truly enjoyed it. I loved hearing everyone's reactions to the panoramic views and beautiful scenery that I had fallen in love with a year ago. Each day I can see the process starting, I can tell all the students are falling in love with Spain and everything about Valencia more and more, and it's so intriguing watch. 


The town of Xátiva, view from our hike
The castle at Xátiva

We have also had the chance to visit Valencia fútbol games already, against Sevilla and Real Madrid, plus pay the famous City of Arts and Sciences a visit, which is always a sight to marvel at. Participating in these events immediately when we arrived were great reminders of how special and unique Valencia is as a city, and showed the students fantastic examples of Valencian culture right off the bat. As time goes on I cannot wait to see how being in Valencia a second time changes me, and I look forward to watching the students here experience Valencian life and learn to love it. I'm confident most already love it here, it's truly hard not to. For me, there are still so many things to discover in this city, and I'm grateful to have a second chance to explore Valencia even further.

City of Arts and Sciences

Inside the City of Arts and Science's aquarium
Valencia vs. Sevilla in Mestalla

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Hyde Park, New York

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Plaza de la Virgen, Valencia, España

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Valencia, España

Plaza de la Virgen


My time in Valencia was the most memorable and exciting experience I've ever had. I'm so thankful for everything I got the chance to do, the people I met, and for the way the entire abroad experience shaped my personality and outlook on life. I miss Valencia almost everyday. For the first few weeks it was hard. It may have been different for others, some had the chance to immediately move on to new things, others had summer school to think about. I, however, was in limbo, waiting for a summer job and spending time alone at home. This was not conducive with how much I was used to being surrounded by people and friends that I loved. The excitement was gone. The feeling was gone. I had returned, and Valencia was honestly like a dream to me.

Plaza de la Virgen
Toward the end, my friends noticed how I always pointed out things I would miss the most, and I'm sure I got a little redundant and repetitive (love ya Leen). Oh well. I couldn't help but voice every single thing I was going to miss. The sensation that I was never going to be in the same place, with the same people, doing the same things again was overbearing. 

To name a few things I probably pointed out: the egg sandwiches from Cafe Serranos, or Pan de Queso in general. Shopping at the Central Market was definitely one of the my favorite things, their potato chips were the best I've ever had. LAVIN with their café con leche, I'm sure everyone on our trip can contest to that. Finding an ensaimada (best pastry in the world) at any panedería and always buying it. Wednesdays were my favorite day. We played soccer all together in the riverbed, and then I had Food and Society class, where most of the time we cooked together in groups and then voted on the best meal. Thursdays meant volunteering at the local school in the morning. I had the nicest teacher, Paloma, helping me out. She asked me everyday about my school at home, my travels around Europe, and helped me learn more about the children and the way they learn English. I miss those kids so much. Walking around Valencia in general is something to miss. By the end we could all navigate so well throughout the city...with the occasional speed-bump. The beach was fun whenever we all gathered there, even though most of the time it was freezing cold. I'll never forget the giant system of escalators in El Corte Inglés, the shopping mall. ZARA, and other clothing stores that I fell in love with. Cristina went to 4 in one day at one point. That was a group record. The riverbed in general was something to miss. It was like a giant, extensive park with hundreds of trees, fountains, playgrounds, and people everywhere. Dogs running around freely without a leash, people playing soccer, others laying the grass. Paul and I sat and read there a lot, so did everyone else. The study center. My Valencia bed, and how happy I was to come back to it after traveling. Apartment 8 was great. We were never clean and we knew it. Somehow our common room was always a mess, and now I think it's hilarious. I miss the people in the apartment too. For awhile it was odd to wake up and not see them everyday. I even miss the sound of the Super Smash brothers theme that was constantly playing, although Hannah might not! The buzzer on the door to let you inside the center. The elevator that nearly always shut itself with your arm or leg still in the door. The 75 euro cent water bottles that were HUGE. It was the worst when the vending machine was out...those things were necessary to live. Oddly enough I miss the computer lab too, I spent many nights cramming and finishing projects in there. Procrastination at it's finest.

I think it's obvious I could go on forever...


Spanish couple in Plaza de la Virgen


The memories are still there, no matter how sporadically they come back to me. The people I shared them with are here too. The rough transition back to real life was softened by the fact that I wasn't alone. There are 70 other kids that I lived with who are experiencing the same thing, along with the hundreds that have come and gone throughout the FSU Valencia program over the years. Some days it's hard to picture the streets I used to walk on, but other days it's easier. A memory can come and go so quickly, real life is better...I'm sure everyone would agree. Sadly, I've had to learn to move on and focus on the new year ahead, back in the real world. 

Sunrise over the Mediterranean  in Valencia


I've learned that the spark of excitement I was so used to feeling every single day could be translated to my life back home, I just need to make it happen. While in Europe, we all tried to treat each day as our last. We lived in the moment and said yes without hesitation. I was spontaneous and confident, living out my days and nights there knowing they were going to be some of the best in my life. I think that's the only way one can tackle something like study abroad. We all took on new adventures together, and it's for that reason we'll never forget them. I can remember randomly hopping on a train with my friends to Xátiva, Spain, to go climb a castle, and then stumbling upon a city-wide protest on the way back to Valencia. Or walking from pub to pub in Galway, Ireland to find the best Irish folk music and hearing the song "Galway Girl" for the first time. Or just choosing to sit by myself reading and writing in front of the Torres. Or randomly stepping into an underground tour of the London Bridge, which doubled as a haunted house. The list goes on....

Torres de Serranos during Fallas


I wanted to end by showing my final diary entry for my Regional Cultural Studies class, a class devoted to the history of Valencia. This was probably my favorite class while in Spain, I learned so much from my teacher, B.J., and really understood and felt his passion for the city by the end of it. The diary entry is a little rushed and varies in topic (I wish I had time to smooth it out) but it's nice nonetheless!

Fountain in Plaza de Ayuntamiento



Diario 5


Ahora, me quedan nueve días más en mi segundo hogar de Valencia, España. Mis sentimientos son mezclados, porque echo de menos mi casa y familia en Jacksonville, Florida, pero siento que Valencia es mi ciudad natal también. He aprendido mucho en estos tres meses, como las calles y direcciones para encontrar mis restaurantes, parques y lugares favoritos. Yo sé las plazas de la Virgen, Reina, y Ayuntamiento como la palma de mi mano. Puedo decirte dónde está la mejor paella en la ciudad, la mejor comida italiana, el lugar para mirar el amanecer, el restaurante para comprar mi café con leche favorito, y mucho más. Puedo andar por todas las calles y ahora puedo encontrar la manera correcta para ir dondequiera. En el mismo tiempo, continúo pensando sobre las cosas que nunca participé en o lugares a los que no viajé. Cuando yo estoy pensando en estas cosas, empiezo a sentirme y emocionada. Sin embargo, algunos de mis profesores y amigos hicieron darme cuenta que necesito recordar lo positivo y las cosas que me alegraron. Valencia debe ser un recuerdo enorme de felicidad, diversión y amistad con todas las personas que compartieron este viaje.
Para hablar de un lugar que recordaré por siempre y tendré un lugar especial en mi corazón, el parque en el cauce del río es el lugar que me fascina y lleno de cosas divertidas para hacer. Tengo muchos recuerdos allí. Algunos días yo corrí con mi amiga Hannah a la Ciudad de las Artes y Ciencias, monté en bicicleta de Valenbisi, me senté en la hierba con un libro y mucho más. A veces disfruté de ir por el cauce del río para tomar fotos con mi cámara que usa carrete y mi cámara digital. Me senté con mi mochila y siempre miré las personas que fueron al río también. A veces hay parejas en los bancos, padres que están enseñando a sus hijos en las maneras correctas para jugar fútbol, y grupos que se sientan en los árboles grandes e intrincados. Siempre hay algo en lo que concentrarse. Durante Fallas, fui al cauce del río para ver los fuegos artificiales por cuatro días. Cada noche, mis amigos y yo nos sentábamos en el cauce a mirar el espectáculo en el cielo por encima de la fuente. Luego, cuando los fuegos artificiales terminaban, personas en el río empezaban a encender los fuegos que se llaman “borrachos”. Estos fuegos artificiales son irregulares en sus movimientos y son muy peligrosos. Cuando los borrachos empezaban, todo el cauce se encendía con luz y todas las personas corrían a los Torres para escapar. Fueran cuatro noches que nosotros corrimos de los borrachos y hubo alboroto. El cauce del río fue un lugar muy emocionante e importante para mí.
Otro aspecto de mi experiencia en Valencia fue cuando nosotros jugamos fútbol cada miércoles, con nuestro líder del programa, Ignacio. No había jugado fútbol en tres años porque cuando estoy en mi universidad en los Estados Unidos, estoy en un equipo de volibol. Jugué fútbol en mi colegio, y nunca me di cuenta que echo de menos este deporte. Pues, cada miércoles, nuestro grupo de estudiantes que jugaron fútbol ahora y en el pasado durante el colegio, encontraría con Ignacio y viajaría al campo de fútbol para jugar. Las mismas personas vendrían cada semana, y miércoles convierte en un día para el club de fútbol. Una cosa que me gusta sobre fútbol aquí en Valencia es que con la excepción de tres o quatro chicas, todos los jugadores eran chicos. Por eso, el partido era más intenso y divertido para jugar. Realmente, olvido que este deporte era tan divertido como volibol, y ahora cuando regresé a los Estados Unidos quiero continuar jugando.
Asimismo, los amigos que he encontrado aquí, siempre recordaré. Pienso que conoceré estas personas por muchos años, si no mi vida entera. En el inicio del programa, pensaba que mis amigos en Jacksonville serían mejor que quien encontraría aquí en Valencia. Pero la experiencia de estudiar en un país diferente o una cultura diferente es algo inimaginable. Hay personas en mi vida que si no estudio en Valencia, nunca habría encontrado. Es un pensamiento muy extraño pero estoy agradecida de que tuve la oportunidad para encontrar amigos con personalidades que son el opuesto de mí. Para terminar, yo miré a mi tiempo estudiando aquí en Valencia, y no tengo penas. Espero que tenga más tiempo para explorar la ciudad, pero este capítulo en mi vida ha terminado.


I would also like to thank my friend David, one of the receptionists at the FSU Valencia study center, for his helpful corrections that he made on my diary entry, after he proofread it for me. Gracias David! Te extraño mucho!



Spring 2012 group in Sevilla, España



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Marrakech, Morocco, Africa

Woman walking in an alley




The last excursion we took was a rather big one. I never expected to travel to Africa while I was studying abroad, but once one of our friends mentioned it, the idea caught like wildfire. Suddenly ten of us decided we all wanted to go, and we booked our tickets on the spot! We headed to Morocco on March 29th, right after our group trip to Barcelona. We arrived and were immediately picked up at the airport by a van that took us straight to our riad that we would be staying in for the weekend. After we rolled our suitcases down endless alleys, we finally were shown to our home. We walked inside and were amazed. The riad didn't look like much on the outside but the interior had two floors and an accessible rooftop, an indoor pool, 5 bedrooms that were intricately and beautifully decorated, tons of Moroccan lamps hanging from the ceilings, and SO much more. I was blown away. We also were told that we had a personal assistant, Rashid, and a cook while we were there, who was able to make us mint tea or coffee whenever we would like. Also, breakfast would be cooked for us in the mornings. I was amazed. After we chose our bedrooms we decided to venture out onto the streets of Morocco at night and look for a place to eat. It was dark and quiet and not too many people were walking about. We found a great restaurant and I had chicken, green beans, and potatoes. When we returned to our riad some of us started to play cards and had fun learning new games and laughing together.


Town square in Marrakech with the minaret in the background




The next morning we set out to take on the streets of Morocco in the daylight and to try to bargain and barter in the marketplace. Being out in the daylight for the first time was a wake up call. Africa gave me the most profound culture shock, more than any other place I had experienced. It was something entirely different than my normal. We were immediately whisked into African life by popping into shop after shop, bargaining with the locals constantly. I have to give Hannah credit, she was by far the best at bargaining, and nearly always got exactly what she wanted, for the price she wanted. She had a knack for it. I had to work at it but eventually I came through! My most proud purchase was probably an antique Kodak film camera that I fought to have. I got the price down from 1000 dirham to 400 dirham, and I was pretty pleased with myself. The vendors that you were most likely to see around the town were selling lamps, jewelry, leather shoes and bags, scarves, candles, and bowls. We also saw vendors selling swords, knives, soaps, spices, teas, and much more. The shops seemed endless. In the middle of the town square food vendors were set up, selling fresh squeezed orange juice and other foods. There aren't really street signs or lines on the road, it's more of a free for all. Donkeys, cars, motorcycles, bicycles, and pedestrians all travel along the same road in one giant conglomeration. It was one of the most hectic sights I'd ever seen. There were also men who had pet monkeys and snakes that were randomly positioned around the square, eager to catch tourists into taking a picture with their animals, and then demanding money. We got caught in this snare multiple times, and I had a snake and two monkeys thrown on me without my permission. Thankfully I steered clear of the cobras...there was no way I was getting near those things. The monkeys were brutal too, Hannah tried to get a close up of one and was bruised in the process.


One of the many street vendors




The next day we had one thing on our minds: camels. But the day actually started with all of the girls somehow waking up 2 hours early by accident...whoops. We had a laugh about it and then just hung around/napped while we passed the time until breakfast. A wonderful rooftop breakfast was laid out for us, I was so thankful to our cook. There was endless bread, jam, butter, coffee, orange juice and more. So good! Afterwards, we walked around determined to find somewhere to ride camels. After going in circles a bit and having some confusion with a taxi driver, we eventually made it to a remote desert area a few miles away from the city center of Marrakech. Here we hopped out and bargained for our camel riding price. They tried to immediately up the price right when we got there, which was typical. I can't remember if we gave in or if we got the price back down again, but we ended up paying something like 90 durham for this riding session. I immediately fell in love with my camel, Jomina. As soon as everyone got a camel, we were off! We all rode in a line for about 20 minutes or so, and we were snapping pics and filming the entire time. I got some interesting video....


After camel riding we took a few detours to get some last minute shopping done, and then it was time to head back to the airport. Our time in Morocco was eye opening and exciting. I was thrust into a completely unique and new lifestyle and it was so interesting to experience. We hopped into our van, and after some delay in the departure (the driver was arguing with people on the phone about whether or not we had paid him yet) we were off to Valencia yet again.

Alley near our rihad

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Fallas, Valencia, España

Light show at Calle Sueca

More of the light show



FALLAS. That is the one thing anyone in the spring semester hears about before they travel to have their Valencian experience. That's why when March rolled around, we were all super excited. Valencia does a great job on building up the anticipation to the festival and getting everybody in the city ready for the main week. Advertisements and flyers go up around the city, shops you've never seen open before suddenly are in business at every corner, and you hear the occasional burst of fireworks now and again. For some background into the event, the festival celebrates the patron saint of Valencia, Saint Joseph, the carpenter. Basically, all year round people in Valencia work to build massive monuments, each called a "falla", for the festival. They are made out of papier-mache, styrofoam, and wood.  Each neighborhood (which in the city of Valencia was around 350 or more) has their own falla and it can portray something historical, political, satirical, or comical, anything really. They are cartoon-like, colorful, intricate, playful, and some are simply breathtaking to look at. The neighborhoods that have more money to fund their building process usually have the most spectacular fallas. The first day of Fallas, the 15th of March, La Plantá occurs, and the builders go place the specific fallas in their neighborhoods. Our neighborhood had an interesting falla, it was a princess or young woman sleeping in a bed that was tilted upward, with a moon and sheep above her head and some other random and provocative scenes on the side. There are also usually "ninots" included with the neighborhood falla. They are smaller versions of a falla.


Our neighborhood Falla




Eventually, about a week before Las Fallas actually begins, something called La Mascletá starts to happen everyday at 2 pm. This event is almost indescribable. You have to experience it yourself to truly understand. Basically, everybody crowds into the Plaza de Ayuntamiento, the largest of the three main plazas and the one that contains city hall. Here, people count down the minutes 2 o'clock and then the show begins. The fallera mayor and fallera mayor infantil (sort of like the queen and princess of the festival) introduce themselves and officially start la mascletá. It was especially cool for me because the fallera mayor infantil for this year's festival was actually a student in the class I helped teach at the local school! Her name is Rocio and I remember meeting her the first day I went to go volunteer. She asked me if I was excited for Fallas, because she would be on tv and that I should look for her. The teacher then started explaining her role and position in the festival. It sounded so intricate and time consuming, most days she was not even present. Anyways, once they speak to the entire crowd, they count down and then the fireworks begin! They erupt from the central square and last for 5 mintues. The fireworks are loud, rhythmic, and spectacular. You can feel the vibrations, hear the sound, and see the smoke from miles away. If you are standing close enough, your body shakes a bit from the explosions. During these afternoon mascletás, we would grab churros and chocolate, a 1 euro cerveza from vendors on the street, and pick a spot that we could squeeze into. Then we simply enjoyed the show with the rest of the crowd of Valencians, all of us so excited for Fallas.


Young girls dressed in the traditional attire and hairstyle of a fallera




The main days of Fallas were from March 15th to 19th, and we started the festival off right by attending a bull fight on the 15th. They have them all throughout the week during Fallas. I sat next to one of my teachers, B.J., who was telling me the details about the bullfighting process the entire time. Some people didn't want to attend, but I felt like I really wanted to commit to this particular cultural experience, no matter how gruesome or off-putting I found it. Toward the end, I felt weird admitting that I rather enjoyed it, but not because of the killing of the bulls, but the overall feeling that I was a part of Spanish culture for a moment in time. I could go on for days about the details of the fight, but I'll highlight some main ones. Trumpets signal the start of the fight. The three matadors that were performing were Corro Díaz, Matías Tejela, and Alberto Aguilar. They always wear gold. Their goal is to wear the bull down and test his strengths until the matador finally kills him by unfortunately stabbing him in the area behind the neck, above his head. Six bulls were killed in total during the fight. The matadors do use a red cape during their fight, but the color actually does not matter, bulls are colorblind. Other players besides the matadors are "picadores", who are on horseback and whose job is to stab the bull to weaken it, aiming high. The matador's goal is to clean the bull cleanly and quickly, and for it not to be drawn out. The crowd gets angry if this happens, and I saw this a few times. Ultimately, the fight was entertaining and informative to me, I'm glad I went.


The bullring in Valencia




In addition to being the first true night of Las Fallas, the 15th of March was also the first night that we all experienced the firework show from the riverbed. Honestly, it was the best display of fireworks that I've ever seen in my entire life, and that's not an exaggeration, they were phenomenal. Each night from the 15th to 18th we all walked outside and in front of the Torres to join the massive groups of people heading to watch the show. We walked a bit down the street, passing two or three bridges and then took the walkway down into the river bed to watch the show there. We always positioned ourselves to watch from behind one of the more modern looking bridges. When the fireworks began, we all were quiet, because they were magnificent. I think someone may have told me that they test out fireworks that they eventually use during the Olympics at the Fallas firework shows. That says something. Each week the firework show progressively got better, finally ending on the 18th, or "la nit del foc" ("the night of fire" in Valencian).


A bombero (fireman) watching our neighborhood's ninot burn




After the first day and night of Fallas, we were tired as anything. We knew we would have to sustain ourselves the rest of the week though, nothing was stopping. More people progressively arrived to the city, and the fireworks that explode every 2 seconds made everything louder. Each morning La Despertá would happen, which is basically an 8 am wake-up call of fireworks. They were wonderfully joyful, especially when we all went to sleep at 6 or 7 am....... 


Each day during the festival we would get up and go outside to see what was going on in the streets. For example, we attended a few block parties with music and drink vendors, watched groups women and young girls dressed in the traditional outfits parading throughout the streets, traveled to buy fireworks from the stores and then set them off in the riverbed (one of my favorite things to do), went to different neighborhoods to check out everybody's falla and how it compared to our own, or we shopped! The street immediately to the left of our study center became a block party itself, and so did the plaza to the right of us. You turned to the left and saw multiple vendors selling anything from waffles, fries, meat sandwiches, cotton candy, candy apples, and baked potatoes. There were also drink huts, jewelry stands, and souvenirs everywhere. It was insane and always packed with people. There was always music playing as well. We heard Enrique Iglesias' song "I Like It" probably a hundred times, and it became a joke between all of us at the study center. We went here almost every day and night to go get a drink, see what people were selling, or to try the random games they had set up too. Each time Hannah passed this soccer game on the side of the street she always had to try. The object was to kick the ball into the moving net without hitting the obstacle in the middle. Sadly, she never won, but we always had fun trying to convince the guys working at the stand to give us more tries than we paid for.


Torres de Serranos and our yellow FSU Valencia building during Las Fallas




At night, we would always go to dinner and then wait for the firework show. After the marvelous show we ended up hanging out in our Fallas tent. Each neighborhood that celebrates Fallas generally has a tent or a meeting area where members of the community come together to have fun and celebrate during the week. Ours had a D.J. inside and people serving drinks. At the very start of Fallas we attended a dinner in our tent, which was pirate themed, and we all dressed up and had fun meeting new people and dancing in our pirate outfits all night. This tent ended up being so convenient and fun, everyone generally gathered there and had a blast while inside. There were also "verbanas" at night, which are outdoor concerts, and some of our friends went to those as well. One of the most memorable nights was when we went to see the light displays over near Calle Sueca. All week long I had heard people talking about this light show and how grand and spectacular it was. I saw pictures on someone's phone and knew we had to find that street. I ended up visiting twice, and the first time I saw it, I was in awe. Streets in this neighborhood were filled with lights, streaming up and down the buildings and hanging from side to side. The lights were different colors and in multiple patterns and shapes. One of the most memorable light structures was a giant Eiffel Tower, sitting in the middle of one of the streets. It was absolutely beautiful. 


Light show near Calle Sueca


So finally on the last day of Fallas, the 19th of March, La Cremá occurs, where the neighborhoods burn their own falla, except of course the one that wins! The winner is spared from the flames and put on display in a museum. We watched our neighborhood ninot burn but decided that we wanted to watch a giant falla which looked like Leonardo da Vinci burn instead of our own. We walked a few blocks down the street and stood for about 2 hours with a giant crowd waiting for this falla to burn. There were thousands of people too, it was a very popular falla in the area, big enough that people could walk inside of it! Finally around 2 or 1:3o am we heard the crack of the firework that starts the fuse and watched as the massive falla burnt to the ground. We were so close that as the flames grew bigger, we all had to back up due to the immense amount of heat that erupted from the area. I felt like I was sticking my head in a campfire. Eventually the face of Leonardo fell off and everyone cheered! It was amazing to watch such a huge structure burn to the ground. Bomberos (firemen) were there to occasionally spray the surrounding trees and buildings with water so nothing else caught on fire. I really felt for those guys...they work overtime during this festival. After most were done marveling at the flames, people filed out of the neighborhood and back down the street. My friend Michael and I stayed to watch the rest of the structure burn to see if all of it would come down. We stayed with a few other Valencians until all that was left were two wooden poles in the middle. Then as if on cue, it started raining, the second time it ever rained during my time in Spain. I thought it was interesting how once 350 or more fallas burned around the city of Valencia, the rain came in to take care of business and help the bomberos with extinguishing the flames at the very end. 


Leonardo falla before 




Leonardo falla after





This festival was so wonderful to learn about but even better to experience and live in at the same time. I was so thankful for my Regional Cultural Studies class, because it was so very focused on the basics of Las Fallas and everything that goes into putting it together year round. Some of the pictures I used are average, but I really wanted to show the festival as best I could. I know one thing for sure, I'm positive I'll return to Valencia one day to see all these sights again. Everyone was right, Fallas was something I'll never forget.



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Galway and Dublin, Ireland

Dunguaire Castle

Ireland was by far my favorite place that I visited. I enjoyed everything about it: the food, people, music, landscapes, and the overall essence of the country. We flew into Dublin late at night and then immediately got on a bus that took us to a small town on the West coast of Ireland, called Galway. We all had heard about this town from friends and we decided we wanted to travel through the Irish countryside and see it for ourselves. I fell asleep on the bus listening to "Hoppipolla" by Sigur Ros, a great song but one that will definitely knock you out. We weren't disappointed  in the slightest when we woke up. It was the most classic, stereotypical country Irish town you could think of. We arrived and got off at the small bus station and realized just how small the town was. However small, we still couldn't find our hostel properly. We stumbled the wrong way a couple of times, all 6 of us making a huge commotion with our rolling suitcases on the cobblestone. Finally a guy across the street saw us and asked if we were lost. He came right over and nicely explained to us how we had been going in the complete wrong direction. He was our first encounter with a great Irish accent and friendly personality and it was so refreshing and nice. We plopped into our hostel beds after he sent us the right way but not before we all took a look at the room and started complaining about the size, push button shower, and other things about the room that obviously differed from our unbelievable apartment in London. We were tired, so our anger was a little amplified at the time. In the morning we obviously decided to suck it up and become one with our hostel.


The next day we got a great breakfast at a place we grew to love, called Coco's. I noted that everyone here is so nice, ridiculously so. They want to know your story, where you are from, what you are doing, and if they can help you in any way. Then we hit up the tourist information center, as any good Americans would. We read about the Cliffs of Moher that we had heard so much about and we talked with the ladies there about how and when we should visit them. They arranged for us to get our own van tour which would take us into the countryside and out to the cliffs that same afternoon. We were thrilled we could go so soon, so we waited and then finally boarded our first bus with tour guide Paul, a great Irish man with bright blue eyes and a great accent. Every accent was great, I won't lie there. He introduced himself, taught us some Irish phrases such as "What's the crack?" which is similar to "What's up", and "Oh class", which means "Cool!" Paul told us that Gaelic or the Irish language isn't used as frequently anymore, it's sort of a dying language, but it is used more in the rural areas. I noted all the street and shop signs were in Gaelic as well as English. He explained that he was taking us to meet our other guide who was further along and waiting with our van. I almost forgot to mention that we happened to be in Ireland on a leap year, which is actually a special occasion. On the 29th of February in Ireland, a woman is allowed to propose to her man. (Yes the movie Leap Year doesn't lie, for those of you who have seen it). Paul, the guide, kept joking that he was doing our other guide a favor, sending him 6 ladies to tour around the cliffs on leap year of all days. We all wondered if we would see any proposals by the end of the day in Galway. Driving through the countryside in Ireland was one of the most memorable things, and the most beautiful. Our tour driver had a story behind everything we saw. We drove past the Burren landscape (an area well known for its rocky texture) and also saw the gold sands of the area called Fanore. We learned that Clarenbridge, a village we passed, has an annual oyster festival in which last year 45,000 pints of Guinness were consumed at a pub called Paddy Burke. We also travelled through the fishing village of Kinvara (which means "head of the sea"), where Dunguaire Castle, the most photographed castle in Ireland, stands majestically. We stopped here to take pictures and our guide told us that it was tradition to go up to the gate of the castle and ask it a question. Supposedly you would get your answer in due time. Naturally, we all followed this Irish tradition upon hearing it. We got back in the car and our driver asked us if we wanted to hear some traditional Irish music. We agreed immediately. He started playing great songs, one of which was the popular tune "Galway Girl", which we started hearing all the time in Galway's pubs. It's also featured in the movie "PS I Love You". This song became the theme to our trip.  The entire time I was there the only thing I remember thinking is, "Wow, this is legitimately what anyone would imagine Ireland to be like." Green Fields. Rock Fences. Sheep. Blueish Gray Sky. Castles. Rolling Hills. Those are the guaranteed things you would see driving by. Hannah really wanted to stop and play with the sheep at one point and she told our driver every five minutes. He gave her the name "lamb lover". He eventually stopped one time and we made small talk with a farmer who was out in his field and told him where we were from.


The cliffs we were traveling to, the Cliffs of Moher, are actually the third highest cliffs in Ireland, but arguably the most visited. They stand 120 meters above the Atlantic Ocean. When we got there, the weather was cloudy, but as we walked around for awhile, the sun and blue sky began to peer out, leading to some great pictures. While I was walking around the pathways, I couldn't help but get frustrated. I was only perturbed because I couldn't make the scene in front of me appear the same way on my camera, the cliffs were just too beautiful and amazing. No picture I took there did them justice, although I wish they did. I had to get over that frustration and just enjoy the scene unfolding. With each passing second the clouds moved further and the sun shone more, peeking out in random spots and shining on the water, creating natural spotlights. I could have sat there for hours. John, the tour guide, told us to be ready after an hour or so though, and we after that length of time we met him back at the van. He drove us back and we said bye to him, closing a great trip and one of the best sites I saw abroad. At night, we went to two pubs that John told us about to hear traditional Irish music, Taaffes and The Front Door. At Taaffes we stood and heard a band play traditional Irish music. We picked a great first spot to go. It was small, local, and fun. Pretty much every place you go to in Galway was going to be small and local but this one definitely was. We could only stand because it was packed and no seats were available and we were right in front of the band, taking in the music and tapping our feet. The second spot of the night was The Front Door. Here we had fun harassing the DJ, when at one point Hannah asked if he could play the 90's tune "Cest la Vie" by B*witched an Irish girl band. He told us everybody in the pub would probably kill him if he did that. We heard the song "Galway Girl"multiple times that night, which made us love it even more.

Cliffs of Moher

We started off our day in Galway by eating at a great place called Maxwell's, where I had the best bread I've ever had in my entire life. It was sweet and fresh as anything, and tasted great when I dipped it in my seafood chowder. The chowder was so creamy and had huge chunks of fresh salmon in it, which I loved. After breakfast we headed to Galway Bay to see all the boats and the port area. It was pretty small and we saw only a few boats, which weren't very large. The weather was beautiful though, windy but blue sky was peering out occasionally from behind the gray. I spotted a lady who was allowing her son's stroller to be overtaken by seagulls, which was definitely a site. We stopped in jewelry stores, souvenir stores, natural medicine and food stores, and more. Hot chocolate was a must, so we headed back to Coco's our breakfast place that was near our hostel and had a good helping of hot chocolate all around. Filled to the brim with marshmallows. Then we all decided to rest, and I remember writing in my book a bit and putting Irish songs I had heard throughout the day on my ipod. We went out to a pub with a live show at a place called The Quay, where they played great Irish songs but also threw in some classics from Lynyrd Skynyrd, U2, and other rock bands. They also played the classic "Galway Girl" for everybody at the end, which I was beginning to think was very routine for anyone playing in a band in Galway, Ireland. They love that song, and rightly so, it's amazing. After that Hannah, Mackenzie, and I made our way to the equivalent of McDonald's in Ireland, "Supermac", except that it was ten times better. Why you ask? It also happened to have a Quiznos and Papa John's inside of it. We weren't complaining.


We woke up early to hop on our bus ride back to Dublin for the remainder of our time in Ireland. It was sad leaving Galway, I grew to truly love it so much. It's small town charm was so appealing, along with the countryside surrounding it. I had the most relaxing trip, as we all got our own seats on the greyhound style bus, and sprawled out with out feet on the seats next to us. I put my ipod in and listened to my Ireland playlist for the entire 3 hour ride, which was great. Watching Ireland roll by you and having great music to accompany the experience is phenomenal. I put "Galway Girl" on repeat. We arrived and found that Dublin was the capital of Ireland for a reason. It had huge buildings, tons of people, and busy streets, something we hadn't been used to yet here. We found our hostel and then immediately found a Chinese Buffet, of all places. We were pretty desperate just to sit down and eat, so don't blame us. However unappealing it sounds, the food was actually pretty good. We had dinner later that day at a place called Oval Bar, where I had Irish stew and Shepard's pie, both of which were fantastic. I love the food in Ireland. That night we met up with some boys from our program and went out to celebrate our friend Michael's  birthday.

Cliffs of Moher


Our day of exploring Dublin had arrived, and it was the first day where the weather turned for the worst. It was rainy by the end of the day but in the beginning it was tolerable, as we made the trek to find the Guinness Factory. We walked a good amount and finally found the gates and went inside. It was huge! It was also in the shape of a giant pint, with something like 8 different levels. The bottom was a souvenir shop and the other levels took you on tours of how they make their beer, the history, a museum with things like bottle logos throughout the years, and more. At the very top of the building there was a 360 degree bar called Gravity Bar where you were served your complementary pint of Guinness. The bar was in the shape of a circle, clearly, and all the walls were made of clear glass, so that you had an aerial view of Dublin on all sides. We stayed there for awhile, taking in the sites and enjoying our Guinness. I wrote down some fun facts while I was there: Guinness purchases 2/3 of Irish grown barley. Arthur Guinness, the creator and founder of the company, signed a 9,000 year lease for the area, so he must have been pretty optimistic. The beer is brewed in 50 countries around the world and the company was started in 1759. After the factory I spent some time in the gift shop and then we all went for food nearby. Afterwards, Paul, Drew, and I made our way to Trinity College to try and go see the Book of Kells in the library there. We ended up not seeing it because we got to the library 30 minutes after they closed, which was a bummer. It was still interesting to see the college campus and admire the scenery. At that point, it started pouring down rain, and we decided to grab a taxi to take us back to our hostel. I got back and Hannah was hungry so I went with her to have one more Supermac's experience. We ordered an entire pizza to ourselves with no shame as we talked about our time in Ireland. After that, everyone was ready to get food, and even though I had just had my fill in pizza, I went out and had some soup with the crew. Then a couple of us went to a giant place called Market Bar to end our Ireland experience.


Going to Ireland was a trip that I will treasure forever, and a place that I am positive I will return to someday. I fell in love with it. While my time in Ireland was fantastic, we all stepped off the plane in Spain, back in Valencia, with warmed hearts. The weather was warmer, the sun was shining, and we were feeling as though we had returned home. Valencia had officially become our home after that lengthy break, and we were truly excited to be back in our city.

Dublin and the River Liffey

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