Tuesday, July 10, 2007

El Camino Torcido




During my trip to Spain I witnessed the Europride fest, a festival that celebrates the homosexual populace throughout Europe.

This colossal social gathering is held in various cities in Europe every year, so coincidently during my stay, it happened to be in Madrid. As I observed hundreds of people dancing behind floats in the street squeeze tightly together like a heard of wildebeest on the savannah, I found myself pondering, “It couldn’t always have been like this.”

The festival is an event displaying the pride in being homosexual. On Saturday, June 30, 2007, there was an estimated 2.5 million people celebrating in the streets of Madrid. It seemed as if straight natives were also embracing this galactic fiesta. Again, I found myself thinking this sight to be a little bizarre and doubted Spain’s openness toward homosexuals. As I stepped back into my hotel, I thought, “Isn’t this a Roman Catholic country?” Didn’t the dictator Francisco Franco once rule this land with an iron fist? How has Spain evolved so much to have more than 2 million homosexuals have an enormous street party in its capital of Madrid?

Even though strong Catholics and other critics shared Francisco Franco’s sentiments against homosexuality, the community despised him. Franco had always been an enforcer, and when it came to homosexuality, it was no different. Fascist Franco loathed gays and lesbians. He was a bold follower of the Catholic Church, and he fused the Church’s beliefs with his rule over Spain. Franco scolded same sex couples by constructing laws that would prosecute them in the courts. Some homosexuals were deemed a danger to society and sentenced to prison or mental wards.

It’s parallel to the movie “V for Vendetta” the way homosexual Spaniards were dealt with because in the film homosexuals were stripped from their home, and imprisoned, so they can be used as experiments for medication. It was said that homosexuals were ill, so doctors tried to cure them with electric shock treatments. According to CNN.com, crueler doctors would prescribe gay people medication that was not yet proven. Francisco Franco didn’t hold back. He went as far as profiling homosexuals. If the police ran records, they would know who was homosexual and be able to treat them as they saw fit.

For homosexuals in Spain, it’s been a bumpy road. Franco died in 1975, and the road has become smoother in the past few years. In late 2001, the Spanish government vowed to eradicate criminal records that were still on file of homosexuals convicted by Franco’s regime. The government even looked for ways to reimbursed homosexuals for the discrimination. 2004 brought up the controversial marriage of homosexual couples to Spain’s parliament. Like everywhere else worldwide, this concern was disputed and watched like a hawk. After being opposed by judges, government officials and church representatives, homosexuals were granted their wish to be married on July 3, 2005. To my surprise, 60 percent of the Spanish populace supported these laws. King Juan Carlos even gave his support. Homosexuals would not stop just yet. Subsequent to gay marriage was homosexual adoption. Gay couples may now adopt children without any trouble or concern.

Homosexuals have had to deal with a lot in Spain. From oppressive dictators to living secretly in society, it must have been tremendously complicated at times to be a homosexual and live in Spain. The positive spin is that they endured the trials. They were able to stand up at Europride and shout “We’re Proud!” If homosexuals are going to have an outrageously enjoyable time in the city streets of Madrid then you can count me in. The experience of seeing that many people, regardless of their sexual orientation having a blast with no racism or homophobia was moving. In the end, homosexuals served their time of bitterness and now they can stand up and yell VICTORY!

tuesday July 3

Late Monday night, July 2, we arrived back home in San Antonio.

I was happy to see my family after being away for three weeks.

For some reason I was more sad than happy. I found myself reminiscing about all the good times we left in Spain. I wish we could’ve stayed there forever.

To study abroad is a different way to study. It helps the learning. If we were to read a paragraph with a picture of a building designed by Gaudi we probably wouldn’t give it as much thought as we would if we were physically standing in front staring at it.

The study abroad experience throws it all in your face. I went on this trip expecting to change a bit. I have changed some but for the most part I am the same. One thing that has altered in me is my hunger to see the world. I have done some traveling and have always loved to see different sites. This was my first trip outside the United States. Being overseas has made me yearn to encounter more of the world. My traveling experience let me comprehend that there are variations of cultures and customs. I witnessed a different society and now I hunger to see the ways of the Italians, the French, or perhaps the Swiss.

I am already planning a spring break trip to Cancun and hope to see another part of Europe next summer.

Now I see the world as grand as it truly is. When I was in Spain, I would tell people I was from San Antonio and they wouldn’t even know where it was at, not until I said Texas. That made me realize how huge the world is and that San Antonio is a tiny spot on this earth. There is so much out there to witness. Imagine how many unknown San Antonio’s there are, thousands!

On our last night I said to my friend Carlos after a flamenco show, una last cervesa? He looked at me with a smiling expression that said you didn’t even have to ask! Then we went to O’Connels and celebrated our last Coronita with the rest of the group.

Saturday June 16

Have you done what you want with your life?

All my life I’ve always wanted to grow up and be a police detective. I had an interview with the San Antonio Police Department the Friday before we left for Spain and feel as if I’m closer than ever to getting into their academy.

On Friday June 15, in the later half of the day we arrived in San Sebastian. I didn’t know how adorable it was going to be. I know I said I love Madrid, but San Sebastian was more overwhelming.

It’s located in the north of Spain behind the Pyrenees mountains that border France. French influence is obvious.

Our first night there we went to see the nightlife. It was as fun as can be as we laughed and danced the night away. The nightlife anywhere should be fun as long as there’s music and alcohol. It wasn’t the nightlife that hooked me (even though I’m a partying night owl).

The next mourning we went on a site seeing tour and learned that San Sebastian himself was a Christian follower and opposed the Romans. There is a statue at the top of a church in town that displays Sebastian with arrows stuck in his body due to the Romans attempt to kill him.

After that, we took advantage of some free time. We hopped on a small boat that took us to a small island with a hill. While we were on the island we hiked/walked up this hill to get a spectacular view of the ocean and the city. Subsequent to the island, we went to the beach. It was the best beach I’ve ever seen.

San Sebastian has so much to offer. The city is cleaned every night and the ocean view is breathtaking. There’s lots of places to shop to get that metropolitan feeling. It seems to be lacking nothing.

San Sebastian made me rethink my entire life. I questioned if I really wanted to just be a cop back home. I asked my roommate, Ish, shouldn’t all of us want to just stay somewhere like this forever? That’s how much San Sebastian will grasp on to you. It made me reconsider if I wanted to just come home to San Antonio.

San Sebastian is somewhere to take a lover. It would make the perfect honeymoon spot. I left a piece of my heart in San Sebastian.