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I’ve left little bits of my heart all over the world. I say “heart bits” because I feel that there have been many events, places, and people to which I have connected deeply.

The Pacific Northwest, specifically Oregon, is one of these heart-places. I’m not sure how to describe the feelings of familiarity, or the somewhat restless energy that comes from a place in which, relatively speaking, I’ve spent very little time.

I was fortunate to travel to Portland for a conference a few weeks ago. It was a cool experience to hear presentations from academics whose books and articles I cite frequently. I also reconnected with some of my old colleagues and professors.

The last day of the conference, some of my colleagues and I drove to Canon Beach, known for its tide pools and the monolith Haystack Rock. Next to it are The Needles . . . ha ha, get it? :)

      

I decided to stay another day in the Hawthorne Hostel. It’s located in one of my favorite neighborhoods in Portland, sports a green roof (literally), and is one of the most sustainable hostels I’ve ever had the pleasure of staying at. They hold educational workshops there as well! So. Flippin’. Awesome. Here’s the street view:

My friend from “the Euge” came up to spend the day — I was so happy to re-connect with her, spend an hour or so in Powell’s, and walk about town taking in the many sights, smells, and libations that Portland has to offer. We even got to see Junot Diaz present at the Bagdad Theater and read excerpts from his new book This is How You Lose Her. All in all it was a pretty great day.

Several days later, as I was looking through the pictures I took during the trip, there was one that immediately struck me. It offers a glimpse of the amazing natural beauty that is the Oregon coast. For me, it relates an intimacy/warmth, as well as a bit of sadness. I wasn’t able to sit and meditate, like the picture seems to promise.

I know that I will always have a special place in my heart for Oregon. In the years to come I will continue to make the trip back to the Pacific NW, if only to feel that special rush from reuniting with a friend after several years and several thousand miles apart.

Con amor,

K

I’m baaaaack!! I spent 7 weeks sharing teaching and administrative responsibilities in Spain for a group of 33 high school students. After organizing travel excursions, lesson planning until the wee hours of the morning, and eating a lot of tortilla, I returned to the states a little . . . . well, beat.

What does a girl do when she’s tired, overstimulated by the amount of English around her (which she hasn’t really spoken or heard in almost 2 months, mind you), and most of her belongings are still in her luggage??? Answer: She keeps it all there, adds nine or ten bottles of homebrew to it, and hops a plane to NYC to spend a weekend with three of her dearest people in the world: her siblings.

I have to say that New York, New York is a wonderful town. There’s so much to see and do, you could really spend an entire month there and not even get to it all. On that note, nobody ever said that you had to see/do it all. I mean, there are NYC natives we met who haven’t been out of their borough. Ever. They’ve got everything they need right in their general vicinity. I find it fascinating.

For the four of us, we wanted to have a good mix of the touristy (the Statue of Liberty, Ellis Island) mixed in with the daily grind, the adventurous (I kept trying to get on the “wrong” metro) and the serendipitous (like this cool bar in Park Slope called “Mission Dolores” or the heaven-sent taco stand “El Diablo Tacos” . . . pun intended.)

     

 

Not to mention the “Best Worst Picture Taken By A Stranger”:

 

I feel very lucky to have had this opportunity to be with my family. Y’all are an exceptional bunch, and this was an experience to remember for a very, very long time. -XO

When prompted to describe her favorite and most commonly eaten foods on a Spanish final exam, one of my former college students wrote about how much she loved pancakes (panqueques). She continued to describe — tongue in cheek — about how odd it was that Spanish-speakers called them bread-what-whats. I couldn’t stop laughing at her rationale: PAN-QUÉ-QUÉS = BREAD-WHAT-WHATS. Amazing analysis . . . I hope she becomes a linguist.

Con amor,

K

Plaza de Toros

Silvina and I took a tour of the plaza de toros in Sevilla which included a visit to the museum and gallery that are located under the seats, as well the capilla (chapel) where the matadores go to pray before entering. Did you know that they have their own “hospital” on-site? I didn’t, but it certainly makes sense. Nor did I know that the corrida de toros had its origins in the Middle Ages, or that one of their suits can weigh more than thirty pounds (15kg)! The tour guide was incredibly informative, eloquent, and friendly. The museum, while appealing to my interests in history and art, ultimately made my stomach turn. When I see depictions of the bull with banderillas (smaller, hand-held spears) sticking out of its body, or the horse lying wounded on the ground in front of the bull, the first thing I see is unnecessary slaughter and pain for entertainment. This was really the only way I could enter the plaza de toros . . . empty.

    

Museo de Bellas Artes

There was a gem of a museum located two blocks away from our hostel, brimming with the works of Francisco de Zurbarán, Juan de Mesa, Gonzalo Bilbao, and the famous portrait of Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer. With an entrance fee of €1.50, it’s a steal! You also get the added benefit of enjoying the ambience and architecture of the seventeenth-century church that forms the majority of the museum’s galleries and patios.

Alcázar de los reyes (above)

This is phenomenal. If the Alhambra inspired M.C. Escher, I wonder what might have become of him had he visited Seville!? The interlaced geometric patterns that nearly cover the surface of this Mudejar fortress are so intricate. Some of them are carved, some are fitted tiles, and others are painted. The Arabic word for God — Allah — is scrolled along the walls, doors, and ceilings.

  

The transformations that were made by the Catholic Kings are visible in the images of animals and the official emblems of the medieval kingdoms, Aragón y Castilla, which were united upon their marriage. The gardens are extensive, although I was surprised to hear that they were significantly expanded in the 1950s. Underneath one of the main patios exists a series of baths, which were supposedly created by King Pedro I at the behest of his mistress, María de Padillas. Hence, the name Los Baños de Doña María de Padillas, (pictured below).

 

 

La Plaza de España

“A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away…” Luke Skywalker and Princess Leah walked along this plaza in  Star Wars Episode II: Attack of the Clones. (Here’s a link with Spanish dubbing, if you’d like.) For each province in the country, there is a small alcove tiled with a pastoral scene and a map. I was more interested in watching other people interact — perhaps that’s a bit creepy — and the late afternoon sun playing on the buildings.

  

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