Monday, October 19, 2009

Menos cumbres, más legumbres!

















I spent Friday afternoon, kind of by accident, marching down the streets of Madrid protesting poverty and the lack of action by the main countries involved in the Millenium Goals. People in Madrid seem to love their protests (this protest garnered 3,000 people, anything in Seattle would pale in comparison, unless it were anti-Bush or anti-WTO) and the police seem to have the coordination down, it barely disrupted traffic. I hadn't exactly planned on going, since that morning I didn't even realize it was going on, but I went in to Solidaridad Internacional, an NGO started in Madrid, to interview for a volunteer position at a fair trade store. Sandra, the volunteer coordinator, and I bonded over food (Venezuelan food is similar to Colombian, where she is from) and she invited me to the protest. We spent the first half on the street catching large balloons that were being thrown from the windows three stories up, while dodging cars and motos, and trying not to pop the balloons. The organization I marched with is affiliated with Pobreza Cero and they are organizing marches to hold governments accountable for poverty reduction, and to not use the financial crisis as an excuse. The protest was very spirited but I was a bit disappointed to see that at the end, a majority of the people (teenage girls) skipped the first part of the march and waited at the end near the stage because Dani, the singer of El Canto del Loco (a Spanish pop band) was there to perform. But I guess people don't show up if there are no big names. Sadly.

I head to the fair trade store on Tuesday to begin training and figure out my schedule, but I am excited to finally start volunteering and feeling as though I am giving back in some way like I am used to doing in Seattle. The store is in La Casa Encendida, which is a cultural center that has exhibits and film screenings which is pretty cool (even though it is run by Caja Madrid, a fairly large bank).

Monday, October 5, 2009

Picnic en Retiro















A favorite pastime here in Madrid is spending the weekend at Retiro Park, which is like their Central Park, it is right in the middle of downtown Madrid and it is huge. There is a pond with rowboats, restaurants with outdoor seating, and trails for running. Weekends are usually spent lazying around listening to music and drinking a cerveza or two.

This Saturday happened to be a goodbye party for a friend of Mariana's, so a group of about 20 or 30 people gathered to play music ranging from Cuban to flamenco. Although gatherings like this are not technically legal (the beer drinking part), cops usually turn their backs as they do with most public drinking (once in awhile I think they are pressured to crack down). Saturday they were determined to be annoying and came over to complain that Jaime had an amp plugged in. He unplugged it and the rest of the day was acoustic, but nonetheless we were surrounded by 4 cop cars and about 10 cops just hanging out watching us. There are people being robbed in the city (like me) and they put half of the park's cops on us, a harmless group of musicians and us, the "chorus" putting on a free music show for everyone. But apparently we were in the zone of a lot of "junkies" which when they pronounce it it sounds like "yankees" so I get confused.

"There are a lot of Americans in this area??"
"No...jankees".

In other news, Mariana leaves for Cork, Ireland this Saturday to study English for the month of October. If she can find a nanny position or a job in a bar she will stay through November maybe I can find a cheap flight through Ryanair.

Picture at right (The Venezuelans and moi):
Julio, Anais (Mariana's cousin), Jeff, Mariana and me

Sunday, October 4, 2009

azúcar "panameño"


A sugar packet from my local cafetería.

Café Supreme "The Panamanian"

Tuna

This Friday night I hopped on a train out of the city to Alcalá de Henares, a 35 minute ride away, to visit my friend Kate (from Dallas). She just recently moved over there and I decided to go visit since it is a cute college town and the cañas and tapas are pretty cheap.

Our walk from the train station to the first bar proved very eventful. First we run into this Romanian guy who explains the entire story of some castle in Transylvania where they used to execute people. Interesting. Then while walking from bar 1 to bar 2, we are stopped and serenaded by a tunero from Salamanca (see example picture above of the amazingly nerdy Rick Steves playing tambourine with a tuna in Salamanca). He follows us for a few blocks and then takes us to the big Tuna reunion dinner. We are escorted to this back banquet room full of tuneros and their famillies, and are given jamón ibérico, mussels on potato chips, empanadas, and copious amounts of cerveza. Every few minutes, tuneros from different places (Salamanca, Alcalá, Canary Islands, etc) break out into music and everyone starts singing. Pretty amusing.

In other news, my wallet was returned to the police station, complete with everything but my 2 debit cards and my money. They even put my keys (worth 39 euro) in my coin purse and left my El Corte Ingles gift card that had 38 euro on it. Such nice thieves here in Madrid.

Next week is my first full week of work, afternoon private classes and Arabic classes. After three months of vacation it will be very difficult to wake up at 7:20 every morning. Time to get back to work...

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Venezuela!


I just booked a flight to Venezuela!

I will be there from December 19 to January 9.

Christmas in Caracas and New Year's on the island of Margarita in the Caribbean.

This means I won't be at home for Christmas, which sucks, but I have to take advantage of the opportunity to go with Mariana (my roommate last year) and stay with her family to get an idea of what Venezuela is really like.

Christmas 2010 will be in Seattle, don't worry Mom.

Welcome back to Madrid

Living in Madrid makes one paranoid. Paranoid that someone will run off with your wallet, or slash your purse from the bottom, or distract you while their friend takes off with whatever you have on you.

I myself have been extremely "pendiente" of the fact that Madrid houses gazillions of professional purse snatchers, and have spent the past year convinced that I would not fall into the same "guiri" trap as my compatriots.

My first weekend back in Madrid proved that goal unachievable. While at a bar with my friend in the Antón Martín neighborhood, my purse was stolen, and everything in it. And the worst part wasn't that it got stolen. The worst part was the headache and paperwork that came next.

Things that got stolen:
1. NIE (residency card): I will not get a new one until oh maybe March which really helps since it is required by law that you carry ID and I don't like carrying my passport on me in case it gets stolen which would render me unidentifiable in the eyes of the law here
2. Keys: it cost me 39 euro to get three new keys made
3. Debit cards: they ran off with my debit cards and bought 200 euro worth of metro passes. In order to get new cards I visited my bank three times in three days.
4. My cell phone: cost me 39 euro to replace it, and 4 trips to the Vodafone store in 3 days because their system was "down".

I now have the "denuncia" from the police station which states that yes, Maya Sparks, guiri, did get her stuff stolen, and we put a huge stamp on it to prove that. Took me 2 trips to the Comisaría in 3 days to get all the paperwork done.

It was bound to happen though, everyone has a purse snatching story, and some much worse than mine. My roommate's cousin had her card duplicated and the password stolen, and had upwards of 5,000 euros charged to her credit card from various countries in Europe. Thieves caught the travel bug apparently. What they had done was during the middle of the night taken apart the ATM machine and put their own machine inside it which was able to copy the card while the card was inside the machine, then with a camera mounted above the ATM, they read the password as the person types it on the keypad. After she discovered her money was gone a few days later the bank said they could take no responsibility because the ATM was outside of the bank and therefore outside of its responsibility. Unbelievable.

Propaganda at its finest




If Oliver Stone took the time to interview expats from Venezuela and Bolivia and other "socialist" nations, he might begin to see the reality of living under the so-called Bolivarian revolutions. Poverty, corruption, crime, and a stifling of freedom of the press.

Qué viva la puta revolución!