Totally inside.

Writing in english is more simple for me. And amongst my two complicated universities, ambas de las que son muy exigentes, I really need to simplify my life as much as possible. It is almost nine p.m. and I've just come from school. I've been there, with a short break for lunch included, all day. It is incredible, how exhausting paying attention can be. Tomorrow shan't be much easier. Lucky there still are things to look forward to...

Catalunya, la región de Cacaolat.

I am gonna be rather brief about the trip to this lovely place, although it would deserve pages and pages to be properly described. First of all, even with three complete days in Barcelona, from the monuments we've only seen the most important; Sagrada Família, Parc Güell, Barri Gótic and some of the city. It was beautiful. Speacial spirit, special atmosphere, kind people. Who wanted to talk in english all the time, and that made me always quite cofused upon wanting to converse in Spanish. I was told I should talk more loudly. :) Anyway!

Girona I loved even better than Barcelona, in some ways. Above all, it had all a perfect city ought have in my eyes; an extended historical centre, clean streets and happy people full of enjoyment. The balcony of our appartment opened a view precisely to the Rambla, the main street, where all the life and artistry was taking place. It was a trip that left me unforgettable memories! Many! And even more!!

How destiny tore the scarf off my eyes...

...and I could finally open them and sight something that has been in front of me all the way. I shall not reveal my innermost thoughts to the world here, but... lately I feel like starting a totally new chapter of my life. The most lovely chapter ever, or so it seems at least as I am reading trough its first pages! :) There's nothing else left, but to wish and believe that it will last very, very long. But just as almost in every case, here, too, it depends on me. Or well, on me and one more person. :)

A touch of destiny

My previous day begun rather wildly; by a call from a close friend of mine, trying to persuade me to go and join him helping out for Talentmania by just joining the crowd. We would have got paid for it, although not very well. This action was to take place for three days with twelve-hour sessions. I wouldn't hesitate in accepting, were I not to be present in about one hour. I don't like such sudden actions...so with a bleeding heart, I had to refuse. I had already plans for that day and I just didn't want to give them up.

In the evening I agreed to go and sit down for a pizza with some friends of mine, as we didn't di it for a long time already. As we were dining, we saw a pale young woman enter the restaurant-garden. She was hardly visible from under all her baggage and the guitar she carried on her back. She looked a bit confused, approached a man who has just paid his bill and was about to leave. She asked him, in english, whether he was going away, so that she could take his place. He shook his head, as he hardly knew what "english" means. So did apparently everyone else, including the waiter. How typical for this poor city. I was delighted though! A stranger girl! Here! I asked whether she needed help and she looked incredibly relieved upon seeing that there IS someone who she can communicate with. So I became her interpret that evening. I joined her by her table and we talked and found out that we actually do have a couple of things in common, like a passion for languages! Her name was Eeva and she came from Finland. She told me she was travelling trough Europe and now missed a train that would have taken her to Budapest. She confessed she had to wait till the morning and that due to her low budget, she will probably have to sleep on the railway station! Gosh! I couldn't allow that, since I knew too well, how dangerous this city is, because of all the homeless and gipsies-and their meeting point is naturally the railway station, specially at night. I don't dare to think about what would they do with this young blonde with curly hair and big, blue eyes. I offered her to come home with me and sleep there. I didn't have to persuade her, and so we were host to a very interesting guest that night. This would not have happened if I had gone to make the crowd at the theatre. So I have a new friend and Eeva still has her purse!

Frida Kahlo Retrospektive, Berlin

I've already lost my hopes of seeing this outstanding exhibition, when one of my old friends, Tereza, told me we should organize a trip to Berlin to see it! Well, so we did and upon finding ourselves in front of the said gallery, our jaws dropped. There were hundreds and hundreds of people queuing all the way from the entrance and it was still only about eleven in the morning! It was an incredible sight, as the exhibition has been on for about three months by now and the interest of the visitors is still so high!

It was an adventure, waiting in that queue. There was a guy running around with a trolley full of snacks, people dressed in a way that it was clear how great admirers of Frida they were. Many of these people came from abroad and even more were mexican! Sightseeing buses were gearing by the museum and the guides were shouting "Rechts sehen sie das Museum mit der Frida Kahlo Ausstellung!", whereupon all the tourists were taking photos crazily. I had no idea the exhibition was such a hit of 2010!

I must not forget to mention the young man in a red T-shirt, who was walking amongst the people, sorting out booklets with a Dalí-exhibition, which was also taking place in Berlin. No one really cared and it was almost funny. I wish Frida had a chance to see all this!

The exhibition itself, after about 6 hours of waiting, was a marvel. Two halls were filled with photographs from Frida's life and another 8 with her drawings and paintings, and also some personal objects, including the gips corset she wore and painted on, while she was ill. Simply incredible. Although this experience took us almost the whole day, I am happy we've done it, not everyone can say they've seen so many original works of the great Frida Kahlo! :)

El viaje horrible

Esta vez en español :)

Les voy a contar brevemente cómo fue mi estancia en Viena y sobre todo, mi regreso a los abuelos (mi primero y último).

Siempre que me pida mi tía que le cuide a su perro cuando esté de viaje me alegro, porque simplemente amo estar en su casa hermosa que tiene un gran jardín y una piscina. Pippo, su perro, es un animal tranquilo salvo si está cerca de un "colega" suyo. Ahí se vuelve loco. Por eso yo no lo puedo tomar a pasear, como es de estatura grande y tiene muchísima fuerza.

Bueno así me pasé unos tres días y después, ayer, tuve que planear mi viaje de vuelta. Decidí que voy con tren, con un transbordo en Györ, Hungría. Todo iba perfectamente, hasta hubieron Españoles en el mismo coche que yo :) Después llegó el momento de transbordo. Lo hice todo sin problemas y esperaba que saliera el tren, pero esto no pasó. Y no pasó ni después de media hora, una hora, dos horas... Mi celular tenía la batería casi agotada que me puso aún más nerviosa. Después de unos diez intentos por fin llegué a hablar con mis abuelos que me prometieron esperarme en la estación final. Me dijeron que iban a Gyor para buscarme como nadie sabía cuando pudiera salir el tren. ¡Cómo lo sentí! Los dos viejitos conduciendo tantos kilómetros (a las diez de la noche, aproposito) sólo por mí.

Sin embargo, todos sabíamos que no había otra posibilidad, porque una noche pasada en la estación de trenes de Gyor, con todos los tipos raros y borrachos no es nada para una chica sola. No esperaba ni cinco minutos y uno de ellos me enfrentó, extendió su mano sucia hacia mi cara y dijo: ¿Adónde vas, niña? Y yo con mi maleta pesada de repente no sabía qué hacer, donde esconderme hasta que lleguen.

Les tomaba una hora y fue la hora más larga de mi vida. Nunca me alegré tanto de verlos como ayer casi a las once cuando me encontraron media muerta, por ausencia de bancos sentada en la escalera. Todo lo que puedo decir por ahora de esta experiencia es que la próxima vez preferiré caminar a casa en vez de ir con tren.

Termperatures that suck and a passionate wish of being near water.

Although it may sound quite typical during a hot summer like this, it is very rare for me to speak out such words. Yeah, how funny. As a child, I used to love water, whether it was summer or winter, I remember that it was always a struggle to get me dry. Nowadays I feed it to my liver daily to keep myself alive and that's it.

Nevetheless, with 34 degrees out there and no swimming pool nearby (and a feminine problem to prevent in even more) I am getting quite desperate. Lucky everything will be better by tomorrow, as I'm gonna babysit my aunt's dog, which consists of simply being there, in her great house, near the swimming pool :)

Now I'm off to read some spanish magazines, as I have time for it (I so long to finally once hear that language from a native on their native place!!!). Here are some photos from this summer so far. Most of them are from Balaton, the Hungarian sea.

Esta mañana

This morning, looking at my shelf with phlegmatism and a dizzy glimpse, after a night spent dreaming with eyes wide open again, I see that it is far too overfilled. But why? School has ended, there are no textbooks, papers or materials that need to be there, only to catch dust and occupy the space.

Focusing on the shelf better, I recognized that it is not occupied with school-stuff. No, suddenly I saw myself holding a big part of my dark grey past; letters, notebooks, printed e-mails, photos...

Before my mind could have been conquisted by negative thoughts on the scars, engraved in my heart by the most cruel hands, I took a moment to realise that I have now absolutely no need to look back. I am now happy in my life, even happier I can be, knowing that the traitor is now being draped around by tight stripes of misery. But life has taught me not to take an advantage of the unhappiness of others. However much he made my love turn into borderless loath, I still wish God blessed him and allowed him to taste at least a fading shade of the wonderful life I am now having.

Thus this morrow, I locked my past away in a paperbox and gave it for recycling, along with all the negativism it was casting at me.

It is time to plan a wonderful summer!

Todo pasa por algo. // If you do not speak spanish, you're doomed.

Bueno...el día de ayer me llegó la realidad. No voy a España. España no me quiere, porque sabe que estando en Andalucía tan sólo quise estar más cerca a mi tierra mexicana querida.

No voy a llorar por ello. Aquí en este país pequeñito, lleno de deshechos y gítanos, sí hay muchos por los que quería quedarme aquí, en cada momento...

Entonces ahora tengo dos posibilidades en cuanto a eso de qué hacer con este blog. La primera es borrarlo. La segunda es mantenerlo, cambiar el título con verguenza y pensar de algo de lo que valería la pena escribir para todo el mundo...hispano e inglés :)

Como ya ven, escogí la segunda posibilidad.

Hasta luego

Time is passing and me still without updates. What makes me really nervous is the possibility of not obtaining any job at all due to the extremely high unemployment percentage in Andalucía. Anyway, all I can hope is that destiny shall do what is best for me, be it going there or staying at home. But no, this will not happen; it CAN'T, now, that I am so much looking forward to getting to know Spain at last... And if this comes true, I promise I will be a good girl, only talking to sympathic strangers! ;) ...Here's a nice song at least that I found on YouTube, so that this blog won't be so boring... it totally evokes the spanish atmosphere, don't you think?!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QKy_uZCC-Ko

Nothing interesting yet...

...just a test. Here I'll be posting from now on all the stuff and photos that have to do with my summer spent in Andalucía. El lenguaje de publicaciones será según mi gusto actual. For the present I've nothing new to write here, I just hope that everything will already be settled in ten days at most so that I can start planning more in particular...