Barcelona

I am standing inside of the metro waiting for my train to arrive. It is rush hour and there is a furry of people rushing to and fro. I am weighed down by my over sized backpack, a day pack and my purse slung across me. I am relieved to see the train's arrival. The doors open and I shift myself into forward motion like a penguin. Once inside the train I am suddenly jerked back. Someone has been shoved into me. A man with a Dutch accent yells out, "you fucking bastard!" Because of forewarning it doesn't take long for me to know what just happened. The Dutch man became of victim of blind robbery, he was pick-pocketed. The assailants; two youngsters who simultaneously brushed up against him, took whatever was in his pockets and jumped off the metro to their quick escape. Here, robbing tourists has become a sport, especially on the metro. Welcome to Barcelona.

Soon after the metro incident, I met Marie at a busy cafe located on the city's main artery, Las Ramblas. She is originally from Germany, but has a British accent. Weird, cool, interesting? During my time here I will stay with Marie and her flatmate, Annika on their 6th story flat in central Barcelona. Like the previous couch surfing hosts, these ladies have ended up being nothing less than gracious, welcoming and helpful to me. Thank you for all the divine coffee and chocolate! Six days in Barcelona allowed me to do the sights, relax, bar hop and do some aimless wandering. My favorite moments included taking photos and buying fresh fruit & nuts at Boqueria Market, enjoying whisky on the metro then dancing on the beach at Sitges Festival and seeing the spectacular city view after hiking to Tibidabo with Marie. All so memorable :)

Travelling through France and Spain has taught and inspired me beyond measure. Even though I cannot build a life for myself here, I learned from and observed the people who have. I have gained much more respect and understanding of foreigners and immigrants in the EU and across the globe. Through the will and hope of building a better life for themselves, comes with it a lot of hardship.

I am now in London, where conversations come easily, toilet paper is abundant and menus are understood. Ahhh. The UK may not be as colourful, warm and tasty as Tarragona or Bordeaux, but it is a place I can work to build funds for future travel. I am staying with Robyn and a few others at a flat in Greenwich, a nice area outside of the city. Here, I look forward to building my nest.

Adios, I Love you all!

Valencia and Tarragona

After arriving in Valencia I was exhausted from my overnight sleepless bus ride from Vitoria (Basque Country.) My first hours in Valencia were clouded by fatugue, culture shock and disorientation. Oh the blunders of travel! After some much needed rest I was energized to discover Valencia (see photo of city.) I was impresed with the pristine architecture of La Ciudad de las Artesy de las Ciencias, City of Arts and Sciences (see photo of white structure.) What makes Valencia unforgettable are the gorgeous colour and design of Spanish jewellery, the tasty fresh fruits and vegitables of Mercando Central Market and the melodic hum of the Mediterranean Sea. I am a magnet to the ocean. I don't know if this draw is rooted in all humans, if it is due to the time of year I was born or if it is a result of being raised in Vancouver. I just know that I am happiest when I am alongside the ocean.

Where I am now is Tarragona, a city nestled between Valencia and Barcelona (see photo of landscape and beach.) I am staying at a one star hotel, Hotel Cosmic, in a private room equipped with the basics. I love Tarragona because it is small, historic, coastal. I am keen to capture everything in my photos because I want the tastes, smells, sounds and sights of these moments to come alive whenever I look back at them. Spain overflows with mystery and allure because every nook and cranny of the country is individual, unique and characterisitc. No two things are alike here and that is what makes the land so bold, colourful and easy to fall in love with.

Once I surpassed the initial culture shock, I began to embrace it. The differences between Spaniards and Canadians are vast. A siesta occurs from 2pm to 5pm daily in which everything closes. It is a time for people to be together to eat and rest. Everything is shutdown as well on Sundays because it is a day reserved for family. At first I felt inconvienced by this, but now I look forward to the times where everything (including myself) becomes quiet and peaceful. Work here is valued, but it is not always top priority. Friendship, family and leisure are what a Spaniard's lifestyle seems to be centred around, as should it be.

Falling in love with Spain is easy, leaving it won't be. I took a risk in leaving my Glaswegian life behind to build one here, at least temporarily. It turns out that economy is what will dictate my perdicament. Yes, even in Spain. I learned that without much of a plan or the ability to Speak the mother tongue I will repeatedly encounter dead ends. So my trip here will only be a visit. I have booked a flight from Barcelona to London for February 25th. Eventhough I will be sad to leave Spain, I look forward to creating opportunities for myself in and around London. Once I build the funds, I will travel more of the Mediterranean in the Summer.

Tomorrow it is Barcelona! I will meet with Marie (Germany) when I arrive. She will be another couch surfer experience which I'm sure will be just as positive as my last two. My visit to Barcelona lands on a weekend so she'll have time to hang out. I'm excited to learn about a new city and a new person :)

Yo estoy ahora mismo, I am right now.

Love, Carlee

Oops, I did it again....

During my travels a few unfortunate events occurred concerning some of my electronic devices. My beloved Cannon Powershot A540 fell to her death in a tragic 10 second timer incident in Paris. Diagnosis: cracked lens. June 2005 - February 2009 RIP. A few train stops and 100 Euros later I scouted a similar model (Powershot A710IS) in a used camera shop in Brodeaux. I enjoyed her for three days. While taking some candid shots of Paula and I on our Bikes in Vitoria, I carelessly put the camera in the front basket of the bike without its case. Total dumbass move. I was really frustrated with myself upon discovering that the display screen was cracked preventing me from displaying pictures or alternating most of the camera’s functions. She still works, sort of....DOH!!! Oh yeah my other best friend, the Ipod shuffle is nowhere to be found! Without my tunes, I was forced to listen to the bus driver’s homemade CD compilations of Nickleback and Spanish rock for an 8 hour overnight bus ride. It was pretty sweet. Yeah...sweet. I took some deep breaths, went to my quiet place and counted to 10 on numerous occasions. Functional camera or not, beats or no beats...Valencia and Barcelona, BRING IT ON!!

xox

France & Spain

I grew complacent and comfortable of living a relatively familiar life in the UK. That came to an abrupt halt when I stepped off of the plane in Paris. I knew I couldn’t really prepare myself for what I’d encounter in the non-English speaking world. I talk as if regions of the world where people aren’t fluent in English may as well be on another planet. In my world, these places can seem that foreign and alien to me. Yes I am chronically lost and confused, but this is what inspires me to learn and grow. This is what makes me feel alive!

J’adore France! I find it unfortunate that I took so little from my High School French classes. After I got over my inhibitions to communicate with others, I got by just fine. I definitely wasn’t inhibited to consume bread, wine, cheese and chocolate along with the French! The people who have welcomed me into their homes through http://www.couchsurfers.com/ have been so welcoming and generous to me. I am forever grateful. I feel lucky to get an intimate look into the daily lives of people from different cultures and lives from my own. It has been such an enriching and unique experience thus far. My first experience with couchsurfers was with Anne-Sophie and her two children whom I stayed with in Paris. I toured the famous sights by day and ate, relaxed and shared stories with Anne-Sophie by night. In the Louvre, the Mona Lisa was anti-climatic for me. The museum displays limitless breathtaking 17th-19th Century French paintings that I hope keep clear in my memory for a long time to come. Unlike Mona Lisa, The Effeil Tower was much more spectacular in person that I would have ever imagined. And at night, what a show! Experiencing Paris was like turning the pages of a story book. Fantastic!

From Paris I travelled via SNCF railway to Bordeaux, a relaxed, charming city in the South West of France. There, I was hosted by 4 young people in a beautiful, bright flat on the fourth floor overlooking the shopping district (Rue St-Catherine.) I did a lot of walking along Garonne River and through the narrow streets flanked with neo-classical style buildings. My highlights in Bordeaux were trying typical French duck with potato and watching “Doute” (Doubt) in a cinema that had been converted from a church. Thank you to Manue x2, Barbara, Javier and Tagoda...for everything.

I continued my journey to Vitoria, Basque Country (Spain.) To me, Spanish sounds like a string of mumbling and noise. I think that only because I don’t understand it, at all. I really want to learn about the lanuage and someday be able to speak it at a conversation level. I will continue to teach myself the basics while I'm here, unless I want to continue playing cherrades with strangers in attempts to communicate. My time in Vitoria was stressful but informative. Here I realized that unless a miracle happens, it would very difficult to find employment in Spain, which was my original plan. Paula expalined to me Spanish culture and I too realized the language barrier is a major hinderance to me. So with that in mind, I will travel from Vitoria to Valencia on an overnight bus tonight, then a few days following travel to Barcelona where I will most likely then fly to London. Once in London, I will look for work and a flat, if not there, then in a neighbouring city. Europe hasn't seen the last of me!!

I love you and think of you at all at home. Travelling here is amazing and eye-opening. However, I still think Canada is the best place on Earth.

Carlee xox