April Playlist!

I think this month’s playlist may be a bit more jumbled and hectic than the others—many highs and many lows—which reflects the chaotic yet wonderful month I’ve had. I know it’s probably more fun for me to put these together than for you all to read them, but hey, I know I’ve got a FEW faithful readers out there for look forward to seeing them! ;)

1. Nobody Knows You—Office
2. All of Me—Michael Bublé (Sometimes you just need a little Bublé, you know?)
3. Paint or Pollen—Blind Pilot (LOVING this band right now)
4. Me Voy—Julieta Venegas
5. Nobody Knows Me at All—The Weepies
6. You Can’t Hurry Love—Diana Ross (This song keeps showing up in my life, think it’s trying to tell me something?)
7. The Garden You Planted—Sea Wolf (I don’t know why I love this song so much, but I really do)
8. How Lucky We Are—Meiko (Because we are so very lucky)
9. Drops of Jupiter—Train (I am reclaiming this song for me. So there.)
10. The Skin of My Yellow Country Teeth—Clap Your Hands Say Yeah (This was playing in a pub in Paris, it made me smile)
11. Any Other World—Mika (this song reminds me of Stars, who I will always adore)
12. Record Year for Rainfall—The Decemberists (It certainly has been)
13. Human—The Killers (Are we human, or are we dancers? THAT is the question.)
14. I Don’t Know—Lisa Hannigan (Cheers to new beginnings!)
15. All Love—Ingrid Michaelson (A good reminder—thanks, Nora)
16. Her Morning Elegance—Oren Lavie
17. Funny The Way It Is—Dave Matthews (shout out to April H-J for all the great music!!!!)
18. Feel It in My Bones—Tiësto ft. Tegan & Sara (my newest dancing-around-to-let-off-steam song)
19. La Noyée—Yann Tierson (My favorite song of his, always gets me all inspired and excited)
20. Sideways—Citizen Cope (op, I’m sad)
21. Bottom of the Barrel—Amos Lee (op, better get happy, then!)
22. Transatlanticism—Death Cab For Cutie (I need you SO much closer, my dears)
23. Say Yes—Elliott Smith (to end this month well—here’s to always being around “the morning after” for myself, so I never have to worry about anybody else sticking around. Ya está.)

Love to all!
Kelsey

Playlist from Spring Break/March

Here's my monthly playlist of what I've been particularly drawn to lately, and particularly when I was travelling around France. :) It has a few more songs that I used to listen to all the time, but still some newer stuff as well.

1. Send Me on My Way—Rusted Root
2. Nunca Más—Gato Barbieri
3. Two Much/Love Theme—Michel Camilo y Tomatito
4. Stop Crying Your Heart Out—Oasis
5. Sunrise—Norah Jones
6. Goodbye Sadness—Astrud Gilberto
7. Boby Chéri—Emily Loizeau
8. Living Room—Tegan and Sara
9. Take it all away—Cake
10. Catalyst—Anna Nalick
11. Talk Show Host—Radiohead
12. Espacio Sideral—Jesse y Joy
13. Bridges and Balloons—the Decemberists
14. Walking to Hawaii—Tom McRae
15. Oviedo—Blind Pilot
16. Rain—Anjulie
17. Somewhere Only We Know—Keane
18. Fever Dream—Iron and Wine
19. Recovery—New Buffalo
20. Keep it Together—Guster
21. Holding Your Hand—Thea Gilmore
22. Siempre me Quedará—Bebe
23. I Made a Resolution—Sea Wolf
24. In My Place—Coldplay
25. Not Your Year—The Weepies
26. The Sound of White—Missy Higgins

Enjoy!
Kelsey

Flamenco Concert

Hiya! I wanted to blog really quickly about this wonderful Flamenco concert we went to last week before I run off to France and get too many cool things to blog about. :)

Last Tuesday my program took us to this Flamenco show by Sara Baras, who is arguably the best professional Flamenco dancer in Spain right now, and who is also a palindrome (read her name backwards). I was VERY excited because I love watching dance performances, but this completely surpassed my expectations. Her entire dance company was stellar, and the musicians that accompanied them were absolutely fantastic. It was really inspiring. All the dresses swooshing around making beautiful shapes, the constant clicking and stomping of the feet, the clapping and husky singing and passionately strummed guitars in the background, the interaction between dancers, the intense emotions they portrayed… and then Sara’s solo pieces, oh my goodness, BREATHTAKING. Her movement across the stage, her hips and arms and feet feet FEET all over the place, but with such control. It made me want to dance—it reminded me of learning Paso Doble (shame! shame on me! but still, Paso Doble WAS adapted from Flamenco… I think) and the power and control and cool shapes you get to make with that. I feel so lucky we got to see this show—especially since tickets were way too expensive for me to have bought one for myself if the program hadn’t have been paying.

I FINALLY SHOT THE MOON!!! Sorry, I’ve taken up the habit of playing hearts on my computer during study breaks and stuff, and this is the first time I’ve successfully shot the moon!! I’m very excited.

In other news, I just finished midterms and am flying off to France tomorrow EARLY in the morning from Madrid, so tonight I’m jumping on the overnight bus to the Madrid airport. Oh boy. I’m nervous because I feel like every time I’ve travelled here, something has gone wrong, but then again, it’s been magical anyways. So here I go again, and this time I’m going to see wonderful friends in Nantes (Nora) and then Paris (Kristin and Elisa, friends I met in Costa Rica!). Wish me luck, wish me good health, and wish me peace of mind. Maybe a change of scenery will be good for me—and coming home to Granada, even better. :)

Love to all,
Kelsey

(Belated) February Playlist

I keep meaning to put up a brief list of songs I’ve been really loving lately, but I’ve forgotten for so long that my list is quite long !! So here’s a not-so-brief playlist for those of you who like this sort of thing (I’m thinking mainly of April). I hope you love my music as much as I do!

The Wind–Amos Lee
Venezia Sin Ti—Charles Aznavour (I thought it was appropriate, considering...)
The World is Waiting for the Sunrise –Coleman Hawkins (Beautiful musicianship, lovely title)
Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien –Edith Piaf (Fantastic anthem—'No, I don’t regret anything')
Rosa Pastel – Belanova (Reminds me of Costa Rica, plus I just love her)
Either Way I Lose—Nina Simone (So tragic, I just adore it)
Lo Dudo – Los Panchos
L’enfer –Coralie Clément
Je Suis Jalouse—Emily Loizeau (Gotta throw my Frenchies in here)
Blankest Year –Nada Surf
Cinema Nostalgia –Joe Hisaishi (I’ve been really into instrumental stuff lately, and this guy is the GOD of instrumental music)
Straight Lines –Thea Gilmore
At Last –Neko Case
Ocean Rising –Justin Sullivan
One Mississippi – Tom McRae
Slow Pony Home – The Weepies
Whatever You Like –Anya Marina (A really interesting cover of this song—she makes it very sexy)
Cry Me a River—Dinah Washington (what attitude! Love this song by Ella Fitzgerald, too)
Misty—Ella Fitzgerald (classic!!)
Spring is Here—Bill Evans
The Shadow of Your Smile—Astrud Gilberto (Looove her voice)
Which Way to Happy—The Magic Numbers
Take it Back—She and Him (I LOVE She and Him; go fall in love with them)
Mi Mayor Venganza—La India (Great empowering ‘I don’t need no man’ song)
Love Today—Mika (A gift from Nora, and I love it—my morning pep-up song)


Love to all! Happy listening!
Kelsey

Meet my future husband

Written February 16, 2010

I’m listening to wonderful jazz and finally snuggled up on my bed after a long, but productive, day. Tuesdays, a woman comes early in the morning to clean the bathroom and a bit more of the house, because Concha has problems with her back and it isn’t good for her to do too much serious housework—like washing the floor on her knees or something. I always kind of wake up when I hear her working in the bathroom, which is next to my room, and then go back to sleep for another hour or so before I get up for breakfast. I don’t have to be at school until 11:30 on Tuesdays and Thursdays, but I like to get there about 15 minutes early to check my email and say hi to my friends before classes start. I had a great lecture and then a great discussion class this morning, and homework is starting to roll in. All doable, but I was so enjoying such a long vacation! :P Lunch was fantastic today, really scrumptious. We had a fish soup thing—more squidlies, but I’m getting used to eating them now, and have actually started thinking of my stomach as a fishbowl where all the little fishes and squid-ums can have a lovely little party. If anyone had any doubts that I am absolutely bonkers, I think I just did away with them. ;) ;) Anyways, along with the fish soup we had this delicious salad that reminded me very much of ceviche—clams, onions, tomatoes, lemon juice, YUM. And, of course, a hunk of bread and a wonderful Spanish orange—the oranges here are AMAZING.

After lunch, I went back to school to work out some travel details, and I think I have some exciting trip plans for March and April! Mid-march we have a week off—semana santa, the holy week before easter—and I’ll be heading to France to visit Kristin and Nora and meet up with Elisa! I am very excited. I’ll get to see Paris and Nantes and three of my favorite ladies in the world. :) Now, I just need to book flights and start looking into trains and places to stay. Then, mid-April, I’m going to go to Barcelona with a group of my new friends here! The plane tickets are shockingly cheap, and I am SO EXCITED to spend an extended weekend in this wonderful city. Yay!

Tonight I had the first classes of my Phonetics and Granada Seminar courses with José—the guy who also teaches Tutorías—and OH MY GOD, I am going to marry this man. He. Is. HILARIOUS. I will give you examples (because I’m nice like that):

1. At the beginning of Phonetics, he bumped the cord for the screen that all classrooms have that you can project things on—you know those that are annoying and never stay down when you pull them down? Anyways, so it starts swinging and clicking on the white board like a grandfather clock—tick, tock, tick, tock. And his eyes get huge and he turns and slams his hand onto it and says, in English, “I can’t stand it, it’s like a torture!” It was the cutest thing ever. Then, he put the cord up on top of the white board and it falls down, so he puts it up again and steps back and stares at it for a good thirty seconds. Then, turns to us and in total sincerity says, “I am scared!” I love this crazy v-neck-sweater-wearing Spaniard.

2. He was explaining how different phonemes are formed in the mouth, such as “Guh-guh—like in goose… kuh, kuh—conquer.” When we got to f, he said, “Fff, ff—fugly.” We were all so surprised that there was a pause, and then the whole class burst into laughter. I’m telling you, LOVE HIM.

3. While explaining the different sorts of phonemes we have in American English but aren’t in British English, he used the example of the ‘r.’ I don’t know why, but I just about died from too much funniness when he was saying, “Caaw, caaw, CAR. CAR. Caaaw, CAR.”

4. He speaks English very well, but still has a very Spanish accent and uses this one phrase all the time that just sends us into a tizzy of giggles: “It’s ok?” I don’t know why, just the way he says it is fantastic.

5. At one point while talking about gypsies, I think, he threw out an amazing X-Files reference that just about sent me over the edge. He said, “No one really knows where this custom came from, but it’s like Mulder and Scully, you know? The truth is out there.” This was the moment in which I knew I must marry him. Screw the thirty year age gap and the fact that he may very well be gay; it’s gonna happen.

Another really funny moment from the phonetics class was when he was having us practice our Spanish rolled ‘r’s, and everyone was going, “rrrRRRRrrrr… rrrRRR? RRRRR!!” And I turned to the girl next to me and I was like, “I feel like we’re all hitting on each other; it’s great!” It really was great.

Tonight, Concha fixed me a special dinner. Usually I just have a sandwich and a yogurt, but tonight I had a lovely roasted garlic and leek soup with apple cider vinager sprinkled on top, a small green salad and some fried little ham rolls, which are SO YUMMY. It was really to die for. I’ve kind of just had a to-die-for evening, it would seem. :)

Whoof, I bet you can tell how tired I am from my rather lack-luster entry today, but I really wanted to share about José anyways. I miss you guys a lot; I wish you were here so I could tell these stories over a coffee or tapas instead of over the internet. I’ve been trying to write postcards and letters whenever I have free time, too, because I know getting something personal in the mail is so much better than a blog or even an email. I hope you know how much I love you and can’t wait to see you again!

Pura vida, y que tenga un buen día!

Kelsey

Fish-capades,"to shit a brick," and puppies: just your average day in Granada

Written February 15, 2010

Hola hola coca cola! Haha, oh man, I crack myself up. That was what my high school Spanish teacher said every day to start class, I think. Señora Waldron, you would be so proud of me now! :P Anyways, on to more important things. Today I think I’ll write about the food here, and my classes. Trust me, you want to read this, unless of course your name is Melissa and you can’t stand fish. In which case, maybe skip this one, honey.

The food here is MAGNIFICENT. You know how they say the Mediterranean diet is the healthiest in the world? Ok, so they might mean in Greece or Italy or something, but I’m really praying they mean Spain, because I eat SO MUCH here, and I want to believe it’s good for me. No, guys, you don’t understand, I eat like a horse. Or maybe two horses. I don’t understand where the food goes; every lunchtime I look at the food Concha gives me and I’m like, “No way. No way that all of that is fitting into my stomach.” But GUYS—I’ve started finishing my portions. It’s LOCO. For the first time in my life, I am actually worried about putting on weight. I’m serious. I am praying to the gods of metabolism to help me out here.

Here’s a typical day of eating for me: Breakfast at 9 am, two pieces of toast, a croissant filled with chocolate, a small muffin, café con leche; Lunch at 2:30 or 3 pm, a large green salad with olives and tuna and corn, a large meat soup OR several rather large pieces of fish OR a plateful of paella OR something similar, half a baguette, and a piece of fruit; dinner at 9:30 pm, a ham and cheese sandwich, toasted to deliciousness, and a yogurt or pudding. SO MUCH FOOD. I swear to god I must eat several loaves of bread a week. But guys, the food in delicious. Really amazing. Concha says she’s not the best cook, but I have to disagree; she has yet to make me something I genuinely don’t like. Sometimes I get kind of sick of all the fish, but I’m all about complete cultural adaptation—I’m kind of hardcore, just sayin’—so I just smile and swallow.

Which reminds me to tell two food stories. The first week I was here, she made me a fish soup, which was mostly pretty yummy—potatoes and carrots and broth and what looked like scallops and clams… and then this other fish. It took me a minute to figure out what it was, but then I lifted a tentacle out of the soup. Ah. Calamari. Squid. Hahaha. I looked at Concha eating away and I thought to myself, “As weird as the texture or flavor may be, you can’t offend this lovely woman, who probably is pulling out all the stops for you during your first week here. I bet this is a delicacy. And hey, I’ve swallowed a lot more disgusting things in my life (cow udder? yech). Bottoms up!” And I ate every bite of that soup. It was kind of hard to chew some of the really intact tentacles just because I felt like I, personally, was killing the poor little Squidums, but you know what, that was one good soup.

The second story comes from today, actually. Concha was going to try to surprise me by making me pescado frito—fried fish, a local specialty. But she couldn’t get the frier to work exactly right, and it kind of just turned into grilled fish, which was, again, mostly wonderful! We had this cod-like white fish which was SO YUMMY, and then this chewy ring things—maybe more squid? Or octopus? Or something… I know it was a sea-life thing. And then, the coup de grace: little tiny fishies, eyes and bones and stomachs and everything still intact. I was like, oh hot damn, I don’t know if I can do this one. I watched to see how she ate them, and she just stuck three or four on her fork and popped ‘em into her mouth. Egad. So I copied her, and oh man, I am not really a picky eater, and fish usually goes down fine for me, but these little fishies tasted a little bit too much like little fishies, if you know what I mean. But you know what, I knew she’d tried so hard to make me a nice surprise and it hadn’t turned out how she wanted, and god help me, I was not going to make her feel any worse. So, I just paired the fish-ums with bread or pieces of the roasted pepper salad (DELICIOUS) or other fish bits, and I gobbled them down. Smiling the whole time. And as soon as I finished lunch, I brushed my teeth really well and ate three cookies that my momma back home sent me. SUCCESS.

So, yes, most of the food I eat here is TO DIE FOR yummy, but sometimes I get an odd little fishy and have to kind of grit my teeth to dig into it. Honestly, it is so worth it to me to make Concha feel good, and also because I convince myself that these odd fish bits must be really good for my health, right? Right.

On to the next subject! Which is classes! I am actually really excited about my classes this semester for two reasons: first of all, they seem really interesting and all my teachers seem great; secondly, because they seem a lot easier than what I’m used to. Hallelujah! A vacation after the nose-to-the-grindstone which was la France!!

My first class of the day today was Spanish Culture and Civilization, and it looks like it’s going to be a lecture-and-notes class, but the teacher is really engaging and asks questions for us to respond to, so I don’t think I’ll fall asleep or anything silly like that. Today we went over the history of Spain from prehistoric times until the Spanish Civil War—wow! It was a great overview, and got me really excited to see what we study in this class.

My second class was Translation, and I have to be honest—it will not be NEARLY as cool and inspiring as my Translation class with Francesca last semester. I was literally sitting in class thinking, “I miss Francesca! And translating in class! And Sylvia Plath and Henry James and Toni Morrison!” But you know what, it’ll be a really good, practical class for me to take if I ever need to get work translating for the tourism industry or a school or other academic institution, because those are the focuses of the class, along with translation technique. I’m hoping it’ll be a nice complement to what I learned last semester, and the teacher is, once again, a pretty cool guy, although, sadly, not Francesca. :(

My third class of the day was Tutorías, which I’ll only have once a week, and I really didn’t know what to expect from it. It’s a class of only four students and the teacher, and it’s supposed to supplement our Spanish learning with grammar and that sort of thing. The teacher is named José, and he is a kick in the pants. What a card. He cracks me up. His favorite word in English is “ass,” which he pronounces with a hilarious Chicago accent; his favorite phrase is “shit a brick,” because he says there’s nothing so expressive in Spanish. He says his life changed the day he learned that expression; there is a before and an after the “shit a brick” phrase came into his life, and he tries to use it every day now. He is also in love/obsessed with Diana Ross, and has pictures of her plastered all over his office, where we have class. He says his only hobby is: doing nothing. Haha! And he pronounces “hobby” the Spanish way, with a very guttural ‘h.’ And demands that we do the same. I might be in love with this man. Hahaha, what a character. Anyways, we’re actually going to be studying/learning street Spanish and Spanish slang in that class because we don’t really need to study grammar anymore (or at least he thinks we don’t).

My last Monday class is Flamenco and Traditional Music of Spain. The first day of class, this little, skinny, balding old man walked into the room, and I was like, oh boy, maybe this wasn’t the best class choice. However, as soon as he put on some Flamenco music and started stomping and banging on the desk like a wild man, I realized I’d made a very good choice. He is the most adorable old man ever; I want to put him in my pocket and take him home with me, you know? And he is SO passionate about music, and in particular Flamenco. Flamenco is so much more than just one tune or even one style of song, and it’s much more than just the dance or just the music or just the singing; it’s a whole culture, and there are so many subcultures and categories and important aspects of it. I am so excited about learning about it all and coming home an expert in this beautiful music!!

So those are my Monday/Wednesday classes and teachers in a nutshell. Tomorrow (today by the time I post this), I have Comparative Study of Literature and the Visual Arts with a really enthusiastic and amiable teacher, as well as Written and Oral Expression, which is a required class that I wasn’t excited about it at first, but I love the teacher and I think it’ll be good for my Spanish, so I’m happy with it after all. Yay!

I wanted to mention one more thing before I sign off and go to bed: today, I was feeling kind of delicate emotionally, kind of down. It was one of THOSE days. Today, I saw five different puppies on my walks to school and back. How can you not be cheered up by bouncy, wobbly-on-their-feet, excited-about-life, floppy-eared, big-pawed, puppy-dog-eyed little woggies that almost fall over when they shake? and run up to sniff at your ankles and smile their puppy dog tongue-y smiles at you? And FIVE of them in one day? Ok, universe, I get it, chin up. Thank you again. I love you, too.

Pura vida (evidentemente),

Kelsey

Feliz día de San Valentín!

What a lovely weekend in. I considered going out each of the nights this weekend, but each night I had a really strong sense that I really just ought to stay in and let my body heal a little more from its violent revolt last week. It’s hard to believe that only a week ago I was lying sick as a dog on a hostel bed in Italy, not even sure how I was going to get on the plane the next day. I promised myself I would take it easy this weekend, and I am really grateful I actually followed up on that promise. There are many more weekends to go out and cause trouble; this rainy, cold weekend was a good one to spend inside, bonding with Concha and letting my stomach heal. Even just last night it was feeling a little punky, so I think tea and cookies were a better plan than beer and tapas. Just maybe. :P

Saturday afternoon, Concha and I looked through all my pictures of Morocco and Venice, and then she asked to see pictures from home, so I showed her a lot of pictures from the last few years, either at home or at Scripps. It made me miss you guys a lot. She loved the Melissa/Alayna/Kate/Kelsey pictures from the end of Freshman year—remember those? And she also loved the ones that Matt took of me and of Bellingham this past summer. And she commented on how much Heath looks like Mom, and Mom looks like me, and I look like Dad, haha. And we both commented on how beautiful I look with my natural haircolor, actually. She said, “I like you as a redhead, and I really like you as a brunette, but I think my favorite is when your hair is this nice honey color, how did you do that?” Haha! I was struck by how much I like the way I look with my natural, weird, indefinable hair color as well. I’ve been having a lot of fun playing with colors and stuff, but I think maybe I’ll want to graduate college looking as naturally ME as possible. So maybe this summer we’ll start the transition back to that. We’ll see. You know me; I change my mind at the drop of a hat when it comes to things like this. :P

Oh my, will you look at that. It’s Valentine’s Day. I hope you all have had or are having a wonderful Valentine’s Day. I feel like I should do something to at least recognize the day as it passes. I remember what an absolutely wonderful day it was for me last year. Oh, you know what? Here’s what I’ll do. I’ll make a playlist of songs I’ve been listening to a lot lately so that, if you want, you can go listen to them and feel closer to me, knowing we’re listening to the same music even though we’re thousands of miles apart. Goofy, but I like it. Ok, here goes.
1. Hush Now – Catherine Feeny
2. Why Do You Let Me Stay Here? – She & Him
3. All I Do is Dream of You – Michael Bublé (I definitely dance around my room to this)
4. Rain – Bishop Allen (Every time I get caught outside in the rain, this pops into my head)
5. I’ll Be Seeing You – Billie Holiday
6. Where does the good go? – Tegan and Sara
7. At Least that’s What You Said – Wilco
8. Runaway Train – Soul Asylum
9. For Me, It’s You – Train
10. I Still Don’t Believe You – Catherine Feeny
11. Everything Will Be Alright – The Killers
12. Show Me the Reason – The Cash Brothers
13. Midnight Coward – Stars
14. Portions for Foxes – Rilo Kiley
15. Weakest Shade of Blue – The Pernice Brothers
16. Barcelona – Rufus Wainwright
17. Singing in the Rain – Jaime Cullum (I love this version of this song)
18. I Can’t Stay – The Killers
19. Undecided – The Magic Numbers
20. Perfectly Lonely – John Mayer
21. No Sé Por Qué – Chayanne (Memories from Costa Rica…)
22. Come Downstairs and Say Hello – Guster
23. Quiero Saber – Gypsy Kings
24. War of My Life – John Mayer
25. Volver – Estrella Morente

Ok, so, in looking at this list from an objective perspective, I look like I’m really depressed and heartsick. Hahaha! Don’t worry, I’m not, I just like these songs. And I’ve been having fun looking through my music to find stuff that I haven’t listened to in a long time which I really loved at one point in my life. Also, for some reason, I find that listening to sad music makes me happier sometimes.

I swear to god, you guys, I just really love these songs!

Speaking of music, Concha has a huge library of Jazz and classical and pop music, and she’s letting me put it ALL on my computer. Yay! Homework looks like a lot more fun when I have tons of new, good music to accompany it.

So, uh, happy Valentine’s Day! :P I love you all very much—will you be my Valentines? ;)

Pura vida y mucho amor,

Kelsey

PS. If you want to break your own heart, or someone else’s, for that matter, I recommend the song “Ne Me Quitte Pas”—there are many versions out there, just youtube it. Concha’s favorite version is by Nina Simone. I can’t decide which my favorite is. Just thought I’d share, in honor of V-Day. ;)