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.

Thursday, July 5, 2007

SuNdAy jUNe 17

Do you know what its like to not understand someone talking to you?

Well being in Spain most of us can relate. It’s been a week since arriving in Spain and we’re getting use to using what little Spanish we know.

As a group of us were calling it a night after seeing the Barce (Barcelona) nightlife we were taking a cab home. Carlos (one of the students on the trip and now friend) was telling the cab driver from the back seat to take us to our hotel.
He said with an American lazy unrolling accent, “vamos aqui” “no mas” and pointed hard to a card we took from the hotel lobby.

Us who were in the cab were cracking up a storm at Carlos because he couldn’t have been more American. (He's Hispanic.)

tHURsdAy jUNe 14

I am studying abroad in Spain!
Does it matter to you?
Should it?

There are countless reasons that should interest you about our travel time.

For instance, if you are thinking about vacation, our blogs could be used as a tool for you to deem Spain worthy of your hard earned dinero. It could also provide insight for questions you might have or show you how much fun we’re having.

With the availability of the internet, why not take a moment of your day to see what a traveling student has to say? With blogs, we can share our experience of how we’ve gotten lost and managed to get back to the hotel or how we speak broken Spanish to the locals.

If you’re a parent, maybe it interests you to read our blogs because you have children who might be contemplating travel?
If you’re a student, you can read about the excitement we get when we meet different people from countries like Ireland, Germany or who knows where.

For these reasons, someone back home in San Antonio, in the U.S. or anywhere in the world should care about our Spain blogs is the idea that we students are out of our norm in a different country coping with our surroundings.

We want to share our feelings of the Spanish culture to incourage you (our reader) to try and do the same to witness more of the unknown of this world.

tUESdAy jUNe 12

“PASA ME LA BOTELLA… VOY A BEBER EN NOMBRE ELLA”

“pasa me la botella… VOY A BEBER EN NOMBRE ELLA”


The mood in Madrid has me so happy I find myself singing as I walk back to the hotel.

Today was eye-opening. Ish and I had a late wake and missed the tour with the group due to our love for the Spurs. We stayed up late last night to watch game 3 of the NBA finals at a local sportsbar/pub O’Connells.

Vivo los spurs 3-0

Following our late wake we took the metro to El Prado to witness the famous art Madrid has the right to boast about. There are various artists that have their work displayed here from Francisco Goya to Velasquez.

Some of the paintings demand attention by depicting still life, focal points, linear perspective and other enlightening methods. One that caught my eye was Goya’s "The Colossus." It’s a dark painting with a giant looking down at a village terrified of him. Francisco Goya’s recognizable "The Third of May" is also at The Prado. It is bigger than expected as I saw the painting expand across a wall like an ultra sized 60 inch plasma T.V.

One thing that I noticed was the Americanism that is at almost every corner. McDonalds. KFC. Burger King. They’re all here in Madrid. I found myself thinking that America is taking over the world.

It made me sad that this gorgeous gorgeous atmosphere here in homestead Madrid could become an image of home.

Where would we go for a break?
Where will we go to get away from it all?

Monday June 11

As the sun goes down walking trough the streets of Madrid, I turn to my roommate Ish and say, “I love it here”.

It feels as if the city flirts with you. Making me blush, I cant help but smile.

Today is only our first day in Madrid.

Despite the fact that I expected a lot from this trip I already feel satisfied. As I walk through Palacio Real de Madrid (The Royal Palace of Madrid), the historical essence of the city grabs me and leaves me amazed at the complex carvings of royalty and the fascinating art paintings that are at the ceiling of the palace.

I ran into fellow San Antonians who only noticed me as a Texan because of my “Going for Four” Spurs t-shirt. The two men and woman where on holiday in Madrid, but it was fun to run in to someone from home and chat a bit on our first day.

Today was merely our first day in Spain. As I constantly smile while feeling a state of blissfulness, I can only anxiously anticipate the next three weeks.