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Fire Festival in Alicante! (Las Hogueras de San Juan 2010)

Six weeks in Alicante had been building up towards the Fire Festival Week of June 2010.

The city was transformed.  All around the city huge wood and paper maché structures (hogueras) were placed around the city center and suburbs, and next to each one an open-air cafe was put up, with tables and a stage where bands play called "barracas". These gorgeous hogueras were all BURNED TO THE GROUND on June 24th as part of the celebration!

All week long they had parades that lasted for hours, Spanish families in traditional dress, amazing food, music, and fireworks.

A group of my friends and I decided to take part in the celebration my dressing up as "Fire fairies", i.e., dress in all fiery red which would not only make us look cool, but would potentially help us meet guys. ;)

On the day of the burning of the hogueras, we made our way down the packed streets in our fire attire with the mission of getting to the beach to see the single huge palm-shape tree firework that would be launched into the sky to commence the evening and the burning of the sculptures.  We missed it.  6 of us screaming and yelling because the streets were too packed and we watched the firework from a skinny alleyway.  BUT, the burning started and we were determined to watch as many hogueras burn as possible.  The first one was amazing.  As soon as the one hoguera is burned up, the mission is to SPRINT to as many as possible and watch another burn to the ground, then another, etc.  

They are placed ALL over Alicante, so you literally have to run AND be strategic because the streets are PACKED so you need to go down small alleys that connect to the larger streets to catch the biggest hogueras burn.  I sprinted like I was being chased by the guy in Scream. 

At one point, I lost my friends because I had ran too far ahead and a group of 5 young Spanish guys started sprinting alongside me screaming "Rubia, rubia!" and "Let's run with the Rubia (blonde girl)" (Said in Spanish of course).

We had a blast.  At the end of each burning, firemen put the fire out and the crowd screams "Agua, agua" (Waaaaater, waaaaater!) and they get drenched with the hoses.

 

After watching about 5 sculptures get burned to the ground,  We made our way to the a packed beach with a pack of Spanish cervezas, sat on the beach and watched some crazed Spanish guy jump through fire pits which is apparently "tradition".   All-in-all, it was a beautiful night.  

The Bullfight: Corrida de Toros

Bullfights.  Brutal, vicious, unreal.  Something we've all heard about, and something that Spain is famous for.  I had to go to one.

I brought along my hesitant friend who hated the idea because of the brutality to animals but she said "If I go and hate it, I can say I've tried it, seen it, and know how horrible it is". 

I just wanted to absorb the culture and see what all the fuss was about!

6 bulls stabbed and killed in each 2 hour long bullfight. More brutal than a Canadian hockey game.

We bought our tickets for 22 Euros each.  Cheap tickets for "the less fortunate".  Seats in the shadows are much more expensive, while the rest of us in the sunny side are frantically waving fans in our faces and squinting as we watch the fight.  

As the first young bull came racing out of where he was penned, I felt my heart stop.  He was beautiful, energetic, and my heart began to race as it dawned to me that this lively creature was about to be stabbed for sport. 

I could barely watch. 

But after the third bull was killed, I won't lie.  I became pretty desensitized.

At one point an older Spanish gentleman in front of me was about to bite his cigar and I pulled my cigar cutter out of my purse and handed it to him.  I felt very cool as he gave me an odd look and muttered "Gracias" and I then lit up my own cigar like a true Spaniard.  Another man came and sat beside me and we spoke in Spanish and he told me all about the "toreros" who are the main performers in the bullfights.  All in all it was a pretty amazing experience.  Seeing people cheer when the torero makes a clean kill and become enraged and heckle the torero when the kill is not clean.  The audience clearly appreciates when the torero is efficient in his kill and despise when it looks like the bull is suffering without need.  Old Spanish women were on their feet chanting and waving their fans.  It was pretty spectacular.  I'm glad I went at least for the cultural aspect and to try to appreciate  and understand what is considered normal and traditional for many people in Spain.

The Hills Are Alive (with Team Austria)

While abroad with my friends, we decided to go on a weekend trip away.  There were two teams.  Team Oslo who would go to Norway, and Team Salzburg for the Sound of Music Tour in Austria.

Naturally, I was on Team Austria and overjoyed by the romantic idea of spinning in large skirts singing my heart out on the beautiful Austrian hills where one of the most beautiful and cherished movies of all time was filmed.

We started off the trip by purchasing traditional Austrian hats and looked ballin':

After we had to scream "WEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee" at the famous Liesl von Trapp Gazebo.

And after a breathtaking ride to some of the most beautiful Austrian mountains...

We sang our hearts out romantically sounding nearly identical to the Von Trapp Family Singers....

Weekend Excursion to Valencia and the Wedding Crashers

On a beautiful weekend trip with my housemates to Valencia, we went to the beautiful "City of the Arts and Sciences" in the day time to check out the beautiful architecture and museum.

If I was to give a review of the City, it was awesome aside from the IMAX film which we watched in the Hemisphere which literally put
me to sleep, but left me well rested for the night's activities.  We were staying at the "Red Nest Hostel", an awesome hostel with really friendly staff. I'd definitely recommend it if you find yourself needing a place to stay in Valencia.  The girls at the reception desk told us where to party that night.  



That evening after drinking buckets of cheap vino, "Tinto de Verano", my favourite, we made our way to several bars and ended up at "The Music Box" in Valencia:  "C/Pintor Zariñena, 16 Barrio del Carmen, 46001 Valencia".  


"Barrio del Carmen" is allegedly "the place to be" at night time in Valencia.  We toured several bars and clubs and The Music Box was likely the best of the lot.  If I were to go again, I would head down to the clubs along the beach and check out "Bananas" which I hear is an awesome time.  


As far as the "day" scene is concerned, the architecture is beautiful.  At one point we came across a church and in our shorts, t-shirts and cameras walked inside past a group of men smoking in their suits.  We opened the doors, bust through, realized a WEDDING CEREMONY was taking place (the bride and groom in front of the altar) and we RAN out of their containing our giggles.  The men smoking in suits looked unfazed. 


For lunch, you just HAVE to go to this cheap and wonderful little fast food place in Valencia.  It is called "100 Montaditos" (Avenida Autopista del Saler (C. Com. Saler), 16,46012 Valencia, Spain
963 730 108).  You can also find one in Madrid.


Basically you go there, grab a menu and a pen, check off all the little tiny sandwich/bun things (montaditos) you want to order.  Some have seafood in the middle, chicken, beef, all done differently.  Basically you have a selection of 100 to choose from and most are 1 euro or 1.50 each.  You hand it in as you pay, and wait for your order.  To the right were ours and at the left is yummy dipping sauces for our fries! 


And lastly is a little video of the Dancing Fountains in the river gardens at Valencia which seemed to dance in sync with the music.  Lovely!

Beer with the British Millionaire

While studying abroad in England for a year (from 2006-2007), I did a lot of solo travelling and as mentioned in my first post, I attract strangers. I am a magnet for the eccentric.

I was on a 4 hour train ride from London to a town on the outskirts of Manchester to visit a friend of mine.  I popped open my laptop, ready to begin work on a Philosophy essay for my class.

Out of nowhere, a dashing shiny bald headed man towered over me and boisterously asked "Is it alright if I sit here?" pointing towards a sit directly across from me with a shared table in between us. 


"Yes, have a seat."  

The man was decked out in a flashy full on suit and a leather briefcase.  He was probably around 45, extremely attractive for an older gentleman, and very, very abrasive.

I quickly realized I would not be finishing my essay on the train ride.

For the next few hours this loud man began to show me all the expensive gadgets in his brief case, his shiny laptop, his phones, earpieces, pagers, and told me that he was a millionaire, extremely successful and pretty much the most awesome guy in Britain.

I decided to take advantage of the situation.  "If you've got so much extra cash, why not pay off my student loans for me?  What is 20 grand to you? Consider it your yearly act of benevolence."  Why not try? I figured.

"What's in it for me?" He challenged.

"I'll paint you something on Microsoft Paint and sell it to you for 20 grand."


"Let's see what you got!"  

So I painted what I like to call abstract art on Microsoft Paint.  I still have the file on my hard drive. This was what I offered to him:

Personally, I would buy this for 20 grand if I was a millionaire.  He didn't think it was worth it.  He was picky. He wanted a bloody self-portrait.  "Fine," I said.

So.. I tried to work with my limited art skills and came up with this:

I swear this is exactly what I drew in 2007 and showed to this man in pursuit of 20 grand.  I kept it as a memory of my 4 hour train ride with him.  It was all I could manage to finish.

He did not give me 20 grand for this.

But later on I gave him a tiny Canadian pin.  My grandfather gave me a bag full of cute little Canadian pins to give to people I met overseas and I gave them to anyone strange or interesting that I had formed a connection with.

This millionaire was so touched that I gave him this little pin, that he wanted to give me something in return.  (20 grand? I hoped)..  But no.

He whipped out his wallet and handed me a crisp 50 pound note out of hundreds that were in there.  Now, at the time the conversion rate was about 2.7 Canadian dollars per every pound, so that was like almost $150.  I wanted to accept it, but I felt bad. I  mean, if he legit wanted to write me a cheque for 20 grand, I would have taken it.  But 50 pounds kind of felt like, harder to just "accept" since it wasn't going to really cut it for that "benevolent act of the year" thing.

"No, take it, I have thousands of them!"


"I can't!"


"Well, let's spend it on drinks then for the rest of the train ride!"


"Deal." This, I could handle.  I grabbed the 50 pound note from him and made my way to the train bar and spent every last cent on beers, ciders and vodkas for us to share. 

Needless to say, we both drank a fair bit on the train ride.  The more I drank, the more he talked. The more he talked, the more I drank.


I was scolded for the remaining 3 hours about how to become a millionaire, about how successful and awesome he was, and how I can be as awesome as him.  I was exhausted.  He told me I should be thrilled to have met him and that he enjoys meeting people to give them a chance to meet a guy like him. 

I was grateful for all the alcohol to get me through his 3 hour long lecture as I tried to nap against the window.  The picture to your left is actually a photo of a little mini vodka I saved from that train ride in 2007. It was the last one left that neither of us drank and I took it home as a souvenir.

I figured, a millionaire bought me this little vodka. If I keep it, and rub it every so often, it has to be good luck.  Maybe one day I will be a millionaire too, cause I have a little millionaire vodka.  ;)

I'm Loving Cloud Nine, My Head's in the Sky, I'm Solo... (Except for the Lesbian Roomie).

Let's take a break from my Spain experiences and travel back to Christmas of 2006 where I went on a Contiki European tour all alone at the ripe young age of 19.

They paired me up with another girl from China who spoke poor English. Her name was "Tin-Tin". Yes, I'm serious.  Like the show with the orange haired kid.

The tour led us to one of the most beautiful places I have ever been in my life.

Switzerland. Mount Pilatus.  We stayed at the highest hotel in Europe.  I believe only people who go on these Contiki tours are able to stay at this hotel.  The hotel was above the CLOUDS.  It was sensational.

We took one of these cute little red things up to a platform where we boarded a larger one to reach the top of the mountain. 

I remember getting to our room that I shared with Tin-Tin.  And looking out the window feeling overwhelmed and in awe that we were actually above the clouds.  It was ridiculously romantic.  Until I looked over and realized I was sharing this romance with a girl named Tin-Tin.  I would have prefered to spend the night with the ginger cartoon character if I'm being blunt.

Now let me tell you a few things about Tin-Tin. On my first night on the tour, the very first time I've met my roommate, we checked out our assigned room in Amsterdam.  In European hotels, two twin beds are normally put together and you have to break them apart yourself when you get in the room. Shortage of doubles for couples? No idea. Anyways, the first thing I did in Amsterdam was of course, separate our beds so we could have our own space.  Tin-Tin did not appreciate this.

"You no want to sleep 

beside me?"

"Um, no, it's not that. I just like my own space." I respond graciously.

I had my suspicions about Tin-Tin from the start..  but I thought maybe I was just reading into it.  But then later on in the trip I noticed for the first time that she was wearing glasses.

"Oh, I didn't know you wore glasses, Tin-Tin".


"EVERY NIGHT I WEAR GLASSES. YOU NO NOTICE ME BECAUSE I AM NOT BEAUTIFUL TO YOU!!!"

That started to confirm my suspicions a little that she was a little into me.  But if that wasn't enough, the next conversation sure confirmed things for me.

"What is wrong?" Tin-Tin politely asks me.

"Oh, just thinking about my boyfriend"

"You miss him? You miss making love with him? You can make love with ME instead!"

I nervously laughed and left the room. 

Now, my point with this story, is to explain by at this point in my trip I was understandably creeped out by her advances.  When we arrived at the hotel at Mount Pilatus, I made sure to move my bed as far away from hers as possible.

Right by the romantic window-view of the clouds beneath us. 

For two mornings on Pilatus I woke up to this gorgeous view, but then would turn on my other side and see Tin-Tin, sometimes staring at me, and the early-morning mood of romance was extinguished.

Aside from that, Switzerland and Mount Pilatus was a blast. On the first night on the mountain we watched "Euro Trip" projected onto a large-screen.  The second night we had a "Swisco" (Swiss Disco) and danced the night away with other tour groups. 

The Cougar and The Minor Madrileño

I am a 22 year old woman.  I have always been attracted to older men.

On a night out in Madrid with some friends, we went to Kapital, this amazing club in Madrid with 7 floors. On the main floor they have a huge stage with hot dancers, usually one female and one male scantily clad.  On one of the top floors they play a lot of American mainstream music while the ground floor plays a lot of Spanish house.

We ran into three guys, chatted them up. One was absolutely hilarious, and gorgeous.  He said he was 20. "Hmm. Young, but not too young".

Aquarius. Again.  Perfect.

Clubs in Madrid are open until about 6 AM.  Say you arrive at Midnight.  That is a good 6 hours of dancing.  This dude was so awesome we hung out the entire night.

Dancing with him and our friends. Drinks flowing. 2 hours later.   "How old are you guys again?"
"18".

WHAT? YOU LIED!

Be careful of Madrileños. They will trick you into falling in love with them even when they are four years younger than you.  That said, he was the best looking Spanish guy I've seen so far.  So..

No pasa nada.  (No worries)  ;).

Check out Teatro Kapital in Madrid. (Atocha, 125, 28012, Madrid).  You won't regret it. Watch out for barely legal babes...

Fire Festival in Alicante! (Las Hogueras de San Juan 2010)

Six weeks in Alicante had been building up towards the Fire Festival Week of June 2010.

The city was transformed.  All around the city huge wood and paper maché structures (hogueras) have been placed around the city center and suburbs, and next to each one an open-air cafe is put up, with tables and a stage where bands play called "barracas". These gorgeous hogueras were all BURNED TO THE GROUND on June 24th as part of the celebration!!!
All week long they had parades that lasted for hours, Spanish families in traditional dress, amazing food, music, and fireworks.

A group of my friends and I decided to take part in the celebration my dressing up as "Fire fairies", i.e., dress in all fiery red which would not only make us look cool, but would potentially help us pick up guys.

On the day of the burning of the hogueras, we made our way down the packed streets in our fire attire with the mission of getting to the beach to see the single huge palm-shape tree firework that would be launched into the sky to commence the evening and the burning of the sculptures.  We missed it.  6 of us screaming and yelling because the streets were too packed and we watched the firework from a skinny alleyway.  BUT, the burning started and we were determined to watch as many hogueras burn as possible.  The first one was amazing.  As soon as the one hoguera is burned up, the mission is to SPRINT to as many as possible and watch another burn to the ground, then another, etc.  They are placed ALL over Alicante, so you literally have to run AND be strategic because the streets are PACKED so you need to go down small alleys that connect to the larger streets to catch the biggest hogueras burn.  I sprinted like I was being chased by the guy in Scream.

At one point, I lost my friends because I had ran too far ahead and a group of 5 young Spanish guys started sprinting alongside me screaming "Rubia, rubia!" and "Let's run with the Rubia (blonde girl)" (Said in Spanish of course).

We had a blast.  At the end of each burning, firemen put the fire out and the crowd screams "Agua, agua" (Waaaaater, waaaaater!) and they get drenched with the hoses.

After watching about 5 sculptures get burned to the ground,  We made out way to the beach that was packed.  We bought a bag of beers and coolers, sat on the beach and watched some crazy Spanish guy jump through fire pits which is apparently "tradition".  It was awesome.  I lit up a giant cigar and bored my friends to tears by talking for the rest of the night about my ex-boyfriend.  All-in-all, it was a beautiful night.  Oh, and then we met some hot Americans from Jersey but that's another story...

Sunset with a Sexy Swedish Guy

You know how Swedish women are tall, blonde, beautiful and perfect?

Well Swedish men have it going on too.

Trust me.

After having my ex-boyfriend steal my heart, barbecue it, hack it into tiny pieces, chew it up, spit it out, throw it in the trash, and see to it that it was buried deep in a dump full of garbage, it had taken some time to try to dig my heart out and dust the poor little thing off.

Three weeks into my stay in Alicante, a gorgeous seaside city in Spain, I went on a mini-break to another tourist town on the coast of Spain with a friend of mine.

I somehow managed to book us a hotel room in the gay district, which didn't offer us the most ideal selection of men. However, the men at the hotel bar were very gracious and polite, cheering us on for the night as we left to go dancing: "Goodnight, laaaaadies!".  Very sweet, gay men.

I had not had much to drink. I felt like garbage. Tiny little dresses I had purchased before I came to Spain no longer fit (thank you broken heart's appetite for Spanish icecream and chocolate), and I furiously tried on 6 different dresses watching my sad excuse for a waist line look worse in each as my friend stood on the balcony flaunting her outfit to the men on the street below.  Poor sweetheart forgets she's in the gay district.


I settled on the most flattering dress I could find and, feeling like shit, decided to make the best of our night out.  I hadn't intended to meet anyone. I was sober, in a dress too small for me, and had no idea where to find any clubs.

We sauntered along the beach and heard music leading us down the small promenade.  Bingo.  Tons of beach clubs.  We walked towards one in particular and a bitchy blonde handing out the flyers to get into the club turned away from us as if to deny us entry.  I felt even more shit in my dress and we continued on to the next club.

Success.  After knocking back a pint and hitting the dance floor, I went to get a second beer and saw what appeared to be a Greek God.

6'7. Tall.  Very Tall. Blonde. Very Blonde.  Tanned, Muscular. Perfect.

One of those guys you look at and think "If only.." and turn away.  No plans on making a move. What would be the point? Out of my league pure and simple, and I knew it.

A tap on my shoulder.

"Hey!".

I turn around.  Shock.  Hello Greek God.

Turns out not only is he beautiful, but he's hilarious.  Huge smile, perfect white teeth.  And SWEDISH.  I always knew what they said about Swedish women, but I'd never met one, and I certainly never contemplated the fact that Swedish men are just as breath-taking.

He bought me a beer, my grumpy friend watched in the distance as we chatted and laughed.  I guessed his sign. Aquarius. I was right. Magic.  My favourite sign.

He leaned over and kissed me.  The best kiss I've ever experienced.  When he was buying us more drinks later his Dutch friend told me: "Ee seys you 'av very soft and bootiful big lips!"

We danced for the rest of the night. At one moment he thought I was leaving the club and he SPRINTED after me with panic in his eyes telling me to not leave without telling him!  We exchanged numbers.  I was delighted.

At the end of the night, my friend left with a very sketchy man, and I was left alone with my Swedish babe.

His favourite word was "Awesome" which he had recently learned. He was big into surfing and fitness.  We held hands and walked along the promenade and bought pizza which was "awesome".  Then we stole a sunchair and brought them close to the shore and cuddled while watching the sunset. Very romantic. Very Hollywood movie.  I was in heaven.

I met an angel that night and my very broken damaged heart was dug up a little further out of the trash and shined ever so slightly by a Swedish Angel.

I attract trouble.

I travel a lot.  I am nice to strangers.  Therefore, strangers like to talk to me. 

Sometimes they tell me their life stories.

Sometimes they chase me down alleys.

Sometimes they are millionaires and buy me dozens of drinks.

Sometimes they cry on my shoulder and tell me about their lost loves.

Sometimes they make me be their schizophrenic daughter's caretaker on an 8 hour flight.

Sometimes they approach me during my lowest of lows and my sober self shares a cigar and listens to their drunken insight.

I attract strange people wherever I go and decided I needed a place to document these surreal moments I share with people in which souls are bared with strangers who I never see again.