Friday, 17 June 2016

Back in Madrid!

With the last days of university officially behind us Annie, Cat and I set off on our Madrid reunion trip to stir up old memories and enjoy the sunshine. (Unfortunately at the last minute Annabel had to stay behind but was with us in spirit!)

I flew out a couple of days before the others to spend the weekend with my old housemate Katrina in her new flat in Embajadores. Setting foot in Madrid again was such a strange experience; so many emotions and memories came flooding back. The smell of sunshine and cigarette smoke hits you in waves as you step off the plane and it wasn't long before I was rattling along on the metro towards Sol. A few couples passionately making out on the platform, a beggar forlornly holding out a cup in my direction and a call of "ehhhh mami!"from a darkened doorway, along with the requisite kissy kissy noises, meant there was no mistaking where I was...

Saturday and Sunday were spent in a happy blur enjoying afternoon drinks in kerbside bars, exploring the centre again and finding my feet in the city I used to call home. On a stroll through Retiro Park we came across the rose garden or rosaleda; something I'd missed last year:
 
 
 



This is a gorgeous space, overflowing with flowers, surrounded by a low hedge towards the edge of the park. Perfect for a romantic walk or just to get away from the hustle of the city for a while.

Cat and Annie arrived on the Monday and we found our Airbnb apartment near Malasaña. Three days of sheer relaxation followed; I didn't think about work or grades or job hunting once. We took advantage of the brands that can't be found in the UK and shopped til we quite literally dropped. Lying on our picnic blanket under the shade of the trees in Retiro we shared a feast of tortilla, empanadas, apricots and tomatoes. The birds chirruped above us, a pair of squirrels fought tooth and claw over some tidbit and the hot sun left everyone lazy and lolling about.



 



As I sunk through the clouds to hit the runway back in Luton it felt like coming back to earth in more ways than one. I've had such an incredible last few days; our Madrid trip, finding out I'll be graduating with a First Class degree from Southampton in July and tonight we're heading off to a summer ball at the top of Portsmouth's Spinnaker tower. What's more in just under 48 hours I'll be in Cuba for our summer holiday!

It will probably take me a little while to sort through all the squillions of photos I'll be taking while away but I'll get a post up as soon as I can when we get back.

Tuesday, 14 June 2016

Why it's ok to hate your year abroad...

It's that time of year again; third years are packing their bags, desperately making the most of every last second of beach-time, tearfully saying goodbye to their new-found foreign friends and then wearily trudging through the airport towards the rain, wind and predictable greyness of home....or are they?




What if you can't wait to set foot back in old England? What if the sunshine, sangría and oh-so-sassy Spanish language have left you cold? Your suitcases full 3 days before they need to be, your return ticket in pride of place on your bedside table and all your waking hours spent dreaming of roast chicken dinners, rainy summer afternoons and being in a place where you don't need to consult a dictionary to buy a doughnut. The day arrives, you leap out of bed and are at the airport before you can say "adios amigo" because you, like a lot of other students out there, secretly hated your year abroad.

Maybe your job was rubbish, maybe your housemates were awful, you missed your friends/partner/parents/hamster or the sheer effort of having to speak in a different language was constantly getting you down. Whatever the reasons for not enjoying your year abroad the fact that you didn't have the best year of your life is nothing to be ashamed of and here's why:


1. Incredible levels of pressure

"Oh my god you're going to have the best time!" is usually the first thing someone says when you tell them you're going away for a year. Their heads are full of images of partying into the night, a new latino lover, long lazy lunches and endless sunshine. This is all very well but what noone tells the innocent little second years before they set out is that before all the fun can begin they'll need a flat to call home, a job/internship/study placement to satisfy their university and a few friends to hang out with.

This ridiculous pressure to be enjoying yourself ALL THE TIME leaves students with unrealistic expectations. Finding a flat, finding your feet at work and making friends can take anything up to a couple of months (in the case of friends sometimes a lot longer) and can be incredibly stressful. It's important for everyone to understand that, as well as having the potential for being a truly great experience, a year abroad is also often the hardest thing that any student will do during their degree.


2. It's not your fault

The majority of problems encountered on a year abroad can be solved - check out my previous post Taking Charge of Your Year Abroad.

There are some things, however, that are completely out of your control and can definitely ruin a year abroad. Maybe you've moved 4 times in 8 months and still can't find a flat not peopled by psychos, maybe you turned up to work one morning and were told it had closed down (happened to a friend of mine), perhaps you were overcome by crippling shyness or anxiety or maybe you just couldn't shake the terrible homesickness that seemed to be taking over your life.

If you tried to change your situation for the better but failed then there's absolutely nothing to be ashamed of. Yes there will be people who came back from travelling round South America boasting of their spiritual epiphanies, friends in Paris snogging on top of the Eiffel Tower and people who managed to find a job on Spanish television and became minor celebrities. There are also people, however, (and they often won't be so keen to shout this from the rooftops) who absolutely hated every single second of their year abroad with a passion. If you're one of these people it's absolutely ok.


3. It wasn't a waste of time

Whatever your feelings about your year abroad it was most definitely NOT a waste of time.

Firstly, you were away for at least 9 months, a few words of your chosen language must have filtered through to your vocabulary. You may be feeling ashamed of how little you've improved but don't - trust me, when you get back to uni you'll see how almost everybody feels the same way.

Secondly you learnt an incredible amount about other countries, cultures and most importantly yourself. There will have been situations when you had to stand up for yourself, overcome your fear and argue with a bank manager, organise a flat search alone on the other side of the world or simply become comfortable travelling solo hopping from plane to train to taxi. These experiences will help you no end in the future. The self-knowledge you gained will have an effect on your future choices. If you were thinking of a job that involved long periods of international travel but suffered terribly with homesickness then you may start considering other options.

The fact that you didn't enjoy your time away doesn't make you a bad person or even a bad languages student. We are all different, it would be ridiculous to expect everyone to have the time of their life while away, and you can still have fun speaking italian at a local exchange evening or on holiday with friends. Equally though don't let this experience put a dampner on all your future travel plans; you may just have better luck next time!

Right now though, it's good to be home...







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Wednesday, 1 June 2016

La Feria del Libro - A Book Lover's Dream

If you like books and are in Madrid in early June then missing out on the Feria del Libro is something you'll kick yourself for over and over again. During this time the long leafy avenues of the Parque del Retiro are lined with little canopied stalls piled high with every sort of book you could imagine.




People stroll along, passing from stall to stall and picking up anything that takes their fancy to flip it over and read the blurb. This book fair isn't just for secondhand or antique books (though there are definitely stalls dedicated to these) and the focus is on showcasing the incredible Spanish publishing industry. Each numbered stall has the name of the publishing house or casa editorial printed on its canopy and you can find anything from self help, gothic horror, beautiful graphic novels and atlases to kids picture books, current bestsellers and teen fiction.




I came along late one afternoon as the sun was setting through the trees to have a browse and a wander. Elisa who normally spent her days working alongside me in the Casa del Libro shop on Gran Vía had been sent to the park to man our stall so it was lovely to chat with her.


 

The prices of books on offer are at times a little cheaper than on the highstreet but don't expect anything to be super reduced.

If you're interested in working in the publishing industry or with books in general then I cannot recommend this place enough as somewhere to network. You'll need to speak Spanish (which goes without saying really as these are Spanish publishing houses) but representatives from all over Spain are here in their hundreds! If you can't make it to the fair itself the list of publishers involved can be found online after a quick google which makes speculative applications by email much easier.

I haven't been posting on my blog half as much as I normally would as I've been so busy lately! Now dissertation, coursework and exams are all over I'm so looking forward to this summer. First I'll be heading back to Madrid for a few days next week (yay!) then I'll be travelling to Cuba for two weeks at the end of June and then have an interesting looking month of work experience planned for August.

I can't wait to get back to Madrid but I can't even explain how excited I am for our trip to Cuba! I've never been to the Caribbean but it's always been a dream of mine; I'm imagining pirate treasure, tropical beaches, gorgeous crumbling architecture and cocktails in the setting sun.

Brace yourselves for a barage of photos and posts documenting our travels on my return in July!