For those of you who do not speak Spanish, let me say that the title of this blog has come to be one of my favorite parts of the entire Spanish culture. If I were to sum up Spain in three words…well, I guess I just did. “No pasa nada” is more than just a phrase here in Spain, it is a way of life. The simple translation is “no worries”. What a way to live life, free from the self-imposed worry and stress that our hustle-and-bustle lives have created! I think we can all agree that life moves fast enough on it’s own. That
said, I don’t believe there is any need for us to continually inject it with the steroids of faster living and increased activities, nor stuff it’s mouth with the over-caffeinated energy pills of more obligations and “bigger and better plans for our lives”. It’s an id
eology that I truly believe could save thousands of hairs from being pulled out of the heads of those stuck in a never ending limbo of hustle and bustle, noise and racket.
Now let me tell you how much I HAVEN’T applied this to my life lately.
Life has been crazy the past couple of weeks, and it doesn’t show any sign of slowing down any time soon. Due dates, cultural excursions, and classes have completely saturated my schedule. It’s as if I spilled a liter of insanity on my planner and now everything in my life is completely soaked! Ay, I think I need some time to air out a bit (don’t worry, I ce
rtainly have not forgotten about Christmas break). To save you the pain of wading through the mess of my scholastic life as of lately, allow me to leap over that part and skip to the fun parts: Andalucia. As you discovered in my last blog, I have fallen hopelessy and madly in love with Southern Spain. My time in Sevilla was amazing, as I already told you, and my excursion with the study abroad group was equally if not more awesome! We took a group of 150 people (the first and most likely the LAST time I will EVER travel in a grou
p that big) on a four day extravaganza down to the Souther province of Spain, Andalucia. There we visited five amazing cities, in rapid succession. Our first day took us to the city of Granada, home of the amazing architectural and historical landmark known as Alhambra. Alhambra is an ancient Arabic medieval palace, the only one of its kind to have survived to this day. It was once one of the richest cities in all of medieval Europe and was the parchment on which was written one of Spain’s deciding historical chapters. I coul
d go on an on about the magic of this place, but I suppose the pictures will have to suffice. After Granada, we went to Cordoba, home of one of the most beautiful pieces of Arabic architecture in all of Spain, Mezquita. This ancient muslim mosque is filled with beautiful golden mosaics and countless rows of stone columns crowned with red and white horseshoe arches. As my travel guide to Spain put it, it’s hard to exaggerate the beauty of this place. After Cordoba, we made a quick day trip to the British province of Gibralt
ar. Gibraltar is a fascinating place for so many reasons, the primary one being the monkeys. Yes, monkeys. 380 to be exact, last time they counted. The province is right at the tip of Africa and the only entrance to the Mediterannean from the Atlantic Ocean. When we arrived, it was raining quite hard (I suppose it felt a bit like Britain), but t
hat didn’t stop us from enjoying the amazing bus tour around the city. Except for the unpleasant exchange rate (they use the British pound), everything about Gibraltar was amazing. Now I can say I’ve had a monkey on my shoulder and that I could “just about touch Africa” (see picture below). After Gibraltar, our caravan of foreigners traveled to the city of Cordoba, home of the Muslim mosque known as Mezquite. After Cordoba, we went to Malaga and then Jael, arriving safely back in Valencia that Sunday night. And
that’s the short version.
As I’m righting this blog I can hear the quiet dripping of the infrequent visitor to Val
encia known as “rain”. The weather has been fairly good lately, with a few days of
rain but mostly sunny and cool, what one would expect from the Fall season in a Mediterranean climate. In just two days I will be heading to Munich for a few days with a friend, where (prepare to be jealous) we’ll get to see the Red Hot Chili Peppers in c
oncert. Yep, you read correctly. I’m so looking forward to seeing a bit of German culture, checking out the open air markets in the city (which I’ve heard are amazi
ng, especially in Christmas time), and of course enjoying an ice cold German beer in Germany. I’m not sure how yet, but I know that somehow I’ll manage to finish all of my work in spite of my galavanting around the world.
Well, I’m afraid that’s all the time I have for this edition. You’ve been a wonderful audience!
And remember: No pasa nada.