Sunday, December 6, 2009




Last Friday I spent the day in Toledo at a meeting about gender-based violence with the leaders of Castilla La Mancha (the president of the autonomous region can be seen in the photo--he is the man in the center with the grey suit jacket). My job was to interpret for Maysa, Mukarram (both from Jordan) and Rawda (from the Palestinian territories). I was told there would be headsets and simultaneous interpretation and my job would be to translate when we had breaks and meet and greets. It turned out not to be the case, and I spent the better part of a day whispering to Maysa in English while she wrote what I said into Arabic so Mukarram could understand. Rawda couldn't hear me, so we spent breaks filling her in on what was discussed. I admire professional interpreters because after one day my head hurt and I didn't know which language I was speaking, English, Arabic or Spanish.

While it was interesting to learn about the different institutions in place to prevent gender based and domestic violence in Castilla La Mancha, most of it was statistics and numbers and little substance. One the one hand, it seems as Spain is truly confronting the issue of domestic violence, whereas in the U.S. we don't have any government-based institutions that work to prevent and talk about this issue and its implications in society. We assume we have already made everything "equal" since women now work at the same jobs as men. Problem solved, right? As the head of the Equality department in Ecuador's government told me, "this problem is everywhere, maybe it just seems like it more in Spain because they are actually vocal about it."

Saturday, December 5, 2009

My new diet

Here in Spain they really like to do their blood and urine analyses. And boy is it a process. Things are never as easy as you think they might be. First you have to buy a cup at the pharmacy, a special "pee" cup. Then you do the deed, and yes you have to carry it with you to the clinic. With you. On the subway. And if you forget the referral form that the doctor filled out for your analysis, then you are screwed. Yes, you have to go back home in order to get it. No, we do not have it on file. That would be an invasion of privacy laws. But we will wait while you take a 30 minute metro ride home and a 30 minute metro ride back in order for you to get your form. And when you come back we will leave the door open for the entire waiting room to watch you get your blood drawn while the nurse does not even try to distract you by small talk so you instead focus on a poster advertising travel in the Canary Islands.

Diagnosis: low blood pressure, but in the normal range.
Prescription: Eat salty food and drink Coca Cola

Either doctors in Spain are crazy or genius. Still deciding.

Sunday, November 29, 2009

Saturday, November 28, 2009

My new flat


I have returned to the center of Madrid!

I just moved in last weekend to a flat near the Quevedo metro stop, a 20 minute walk from Sol, and a ten minute walk from Malasaña, my favorite neighborhood. I am living with a girl named Inés from Albacete who is studying to be a nurse. I am going to miss my old roommates, but it was hard living so far away from the center (even though Madrid has a good transportation center, it took me 1.5 hours to get home one night from the center on two metro lines and one night bus). I spend all my time in the center for arabic classes and my volunteer job, so it just makes sense to be able to walk home at night. Plus it is an old flat and I love all things old!

Off to the races




Continuing my streak of randomness, I decided to spend a recent Sunday at the Hipódromo outside of Madrid, watching a horse race. My friend Meagan had an extra free ticket so we took a bus ride out to Zarzuela, a nearby town to spend a day at the races, although extremely under dressed for this type of crowd. Motivated by our free tickets, the four of us decided to each put up 4 euro on the horse with the most absurd name, in this case it was #5 Canibal. To our random luck, he won the race and we won an incredible sum of 12 euro. We promptly spent the money on beer and spent the rest of the races hanging out on the grass.

Recent visit to Alicante



Although I love living in Madrid, I needed some fresh sea air, so I headed to Alicante for the weekend to visit Mariana (my flatmate last year) and her boyfriend Jeff. I took my coworker Andrew along (from Portland) and we spent two days feasting and wandering the city.

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Encuentro Internacional sobre violencia de género


Next Friday I will be volunteering as an interpreter for women from various parts of the world who will be in Madrid for the International Meeting of Gender-based Violence. Women will be coming from Central and South America, Africa and the Middle East to spend the week in Madrid and nearby areas discussing domestic and gender-based violence.