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<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583108624794977089</id><updated>2024-08-30T00:46:38.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kelly</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmwetzel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583108624794977089/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmwetzel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04005463800607267928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbYD4ZIFMcJzgpjPXBupThM9J3ecqsDkKH0OxgqPPR9WviximJMeWUGcmzwOQ3b3KRF7chmuLHKKgCjaqGJ7kXCk1fJ-bEBXRTgU3b2rGHHYulsyvvh5Z5qUrpeRf4cw/s220/4370rt+2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583108624794977089.post-8495306660088589111</id><published>2009-11-22T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T11:12:10.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Other Family</title><content type='html'><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga-kcPuoxaii41ZAMWjlQobm3aSiCNoPc0F3FFsRRVqxQoocKWivuc-gVSw26Rz2334TSpz0aJTwDVW7BFdL66mOmRWiwCjeUsLSeqbtG7U2x0DbKb8Qmx5KTfs4t8tQtn2ecMky5EXy8/s1600/Holiday+005.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga-kcPuoxaii41ZAMWjlQobm3aSiCNoPc0F3FFsRRVqxQoocKWivuc-gVSw26Rz2334TSpz0aJTwDVW7BFdL66mOmRWiwCjeUsLSeqbtG7U2x0DbKb8Qmx5KTfs4t8tQtn2ecMky5EXy8/s320/Holiday+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407006952551577058" border="0" /></a>I figured since I go home in a couple of days, now would be a good time to write about my family from Spain. I couldn't have asked for a better family while here. They have truly made my experience memorable. I became just another member of the family...another daughter for them (that makes 4 girls and 1 boy) and a sister. In turn I consider them part of my extended family. I love them all and will forever. I have an open invitation to come and visit any time I like and I have said the same for them. Anytime I come back to Europe for my travels I will definitely come to visit them. I know we will always be a part of each others' lives. The parents, Eva and Franscess, are amazing. Eva is a great Mom and always included me in everything. She is also a wonderful cook. She loves learning Enlglish and has been speaking it since she was in high school. She is very proficient in the language. There have been times when we don't undrstand each other, but the spanish/english dictionary usually takes care of the problem. Franscess doesn't speak English, but that did not stop us from communicating with each other. We would find one work that the other knew and be able to figure out what the other was saying. There ways also some pointing involved. It always amused the rest of the family how we talked to one another. Marc, the oldest, is 20. He goes to Barcelona University. He loves futbol (which is quite typical here) and plays on a team. We only talked a little to each other because in the beginning he was shy and then later on he didn't want to speak in English. Even though he can understand and speak it a little, he hates languages. He much prefers to speak in Catalan which didn't offend me at all and I was ok with. It just made it difficult to get to know him well. Although, he frustrated his Mom becuase she couldn't understand why he wouldn't take advantage of speaking with me in English. Mireia is 17 and in her last year in high school. She takes her work very seriously and is always studying for some test. She is on a roller skating team which is very popular here. It's like ice skating, but on roller skates. She just came back from a world championship in Germany and placed 7th for individual which is very good for her first time. The group skating also just competing the world championship and the club placed 2nd for the first time...which is a very big deal. Cristina is next and she just turned 16. She is the most like me. We are both middle children and hate school...I can totally relate to her :) She fights with her younger sister like I fought with my younger sister...way too funny. She is also a skater. She also competed in the world championship and was in the same group as her sister. Skating practice takes up a lot of time. They sometimes have 2 practices in 1 night. In the summer I would cart them around and most days it would be 2 or 3 practices in 1 day. It is way intense! Anna, the youngest, is the little diva, but not in a bad way. She will be 14 next month. She is very much into being the comedian around the house and is alwyays trying to get a laugh out of everyone. She is always looking for attention at home, but in public she can be quite shy. She loves speaking in English and will be the best in the family because she started at a young age and likes learning it. She especially likes saying bad words becuase she doesn't really know the meaning and they are fun for her to say...even when I tell her not to say those words (which is why I think she does it). Her sport is tennis and she take piano lessions. The 3 girls definitely remind me of me and my sisters. Even some their characteristics are similar to ours. It was really crazy to witness...it was like seeing me and my sisters almost 10 years ago. I will definitely be sad to leave them all. However, knowing that I will come back one day soon makes it easier to leave. I look forward to seeing everyone when I return home. Less than 2 days!!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmwetzel.blogspot.com/feeds/8495306660088589111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kmwetzel.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-other-family.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583108624794977089/posts/default/8495306660088589111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583108624794977089/posts/default/8495306660088589111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmwetzel.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-other-family.html' title='My Other Family'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04005463800607267928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbYD4ZIFMcJzgpjPXBupThM9J3ecqsDkKH0OxgqPPR9WviximJMeWUGcmzwOQ3b3KRF7chmuLHKKgCjaqGJ7kXCk1fJ-bEBXRTgU3b2rGHHYulsyvvh5Z5qUrpeRf4cw/s220/4370rt+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga-kcPuoxaii41ZAMWjlQobm3aSiCNoPc0F3FFsRRVqxQoocKWivuc-gVSw26Rz2334TSpz0aJTwDVW7BFdL66mOmRWiwCjeUsLSeqbtG7U2x0DbKb8Qmx5KTfs4t8tQtn2ecMky5EXy8/s72-c/Holiday+005.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583108624794977089.post-7079350737580899771</id><published>2009-11-16T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T11:42:02.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Facts</title><content type='html'><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGsbVeT3rqrooHVFPW_5W0FGxMSN2jh9-Ws9WipEOi7-5WLRD_Zht2nF-hwmRFl_Z4Os1z3K08inNGZffuoOKl3-iqyWJXeH4jSiuxje-ioNwyMg32jt1yq-hOyAWPeT8hQXH4TVAN-bo/s1600/Pics+083.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 218px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGsbVeT3rqrooHVFPW_5W0FGxMSN2jh9-Ws9WipEOi7-5WLRD_Zht2nF-hwmRFl_Z4Os1z3K08inNGZffuoOKl3-iqyWJXeH4jSiuxje-ioNwyMg32jt1yq-hOyAWPeT8hQXH4TVAN-bo/s320/Pics+083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404783880719715090" border="0" /></a> Houses in Almoster<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcEMTpEb7lnE15uU3kk4QbGdiWSte0fJPJXhB9ofIoC_sS8XPw3bwTm0H6Ck-7Hdqs-9EFaOngd30oBDWpWrjrlptdiTt31YwSAAiucUU0D33hx5Ggtz9qi7XIQaumfT6yM7GKnaQjNqQ/s1600/Pics+080.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 232px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcEMTpEb7lnE15uU3kk4QbGdiWSte0fJPJXhB9ofIoC_sS8XPw3bwTm0H6Ck-7Hdqs-9EFaOngd30oBDWpWrjrlptdiTt31YwSAAiucUU0D33hx5Ggtz9qi7XIQaumfT6yM7GKnaQjNqQ/s320/Pics+080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404782979801937890" border="0" /></a> Above-the Church in Almoster, Below- The Bar in Almoster<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiclUgIdNJd4vdPDmix1RF325f_XYfX9jGflLbsIAVPVTyp4t4FPz4LS3A5CPqHn7npDdKfrsotOj4Ap-LCjnqCoaLTzy60_CiMi1RDJe5AONNPsKCikErBt6clMswB-xVg5Uem_8QhyphenhyphenAA/s1600/Pics+077.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 178px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiclUgIdNJd4vdPDmix1RF325f_XYfX9jGflLbsIAVPVTyp4t4FPz4LS3A5CPqHn7npDdKfrsotOj4Ap-LCjnqCoaLTzy60_CiMi1RDJe5AONNPsKCikErBt6clMswB-xVg5Uem_8QhyphenhyphenAA/s320/Pics+077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404782978962516834" border="0" /></a>My time in ending in Spain and I realized that I haven't really talked about the things that I have witnessed, heard about or seen while here. Almoster, the little town I reside in is like most small villages in Spain. There is a grade school, bakery, pharmacy, public pool (that costs money to enter), a tiny, tiny grocery store, bar and a church. The church in each village is always the highest building so in the distance you always see the church tower. They are usually at the top of a hill. The bar area is usually the meeting point for people. Each village I have entered has exactly the same set-up. During the day the old people are always out and about taking their walks or going to the bakery. The old men are always congregated together in the little square. I see them every morning during my run. The population here is rather small. This area that I'm in is condisered the country because it's up in the hills...it's definitely not what we consider the countryside. Down the hill from us and a few minutes away is Reus, the city. Here is a list of random things that I have noticed during my stay: -Every single family has an alarm system in their house.-Every house is surrounded by walls and fense.-Most people have huge dog(s) in their yards (I think to scare away potenial robbers). -On occasion some of these dogs have wanted to take a bite out of me...they can usually see over the fense and as I am running by they like to pop their head out and start snarling/barking at me. I have learned which houses to steer clear of.-There are no public rest rooms. Restaurants do not let you use their's unless you are a paying customer.-In the streets of Reus I have seen mothers with children of the potty training age just pull down their kid's pants and let them go to the bathroom right there in front of everyone...they usually find a patch of dirt, but come on!!-There is really no grass to speak of unless it's in a person's backyard or in an abandoned field.-Facial piercing are huge over here. The majority of teenagers have at least 1 or more kind of pircings on their face.-I'm sad to say that I have seen guys sporting mullets. I don't know what they are thinking, but it's a terrible look and the 80's are definitely over...I guess they didn't get the memo.-A popular type of pants that I see are where the crotch of the pants is at the knees. I don't know who thought of this, but it makes the kids loook like they are waiting for a flood. Plus you can't walk very fast in them.-High School starts at age 12...they don't do junior high. Right after grade school they go straight to hight school. I'm not sure why since there is such a huge age difference between 12 and 18.-The driving and drinking age is 18. However, if you want a motorbike then you can start driving a small one at age 14. Does anyone understand that logic because I sure don't?!-Most kids come home from school for lunch for about and 1 1/2 siesta and then it's back to school until 5:30.-Most shops close during siesta as well and are closed all day on Sunday.-Majority of cars are manual, only a few are automatic.Round-Abouts are everywhere with hardly any street lights...I HATE round-abouts.-There are playgrounds everywhere...usually randomly placed throughout the city.-Betty Boop and Hello Kitty are very popular right now. Every store usually carries some kind of merchanise for one of these brands. -I also see figurines of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs everywhere as well.There are no malls...only shops on the street (kinda like what you would see on Birch street in Brea, but on a bigger scale).-Estrella Damm is the choice of beer.-Graffiti is on most walls and buildings. There is a section of wall in town where it looks like they let people do their own mural. On this stretch of wall there are probably about 50 different murals...some are really good and some are just way too random and weird.-Many families that I have met eat cereal out of a mug instead of a bowl.-I hear American music on 2 different radio stations. Plus when I am out and about in town I also hear it.-Since I am living in Catalonia, I learned that these people hate bull fighting and flamenco dancing...that is south of Spain, thank you very much. They want nothing to do with it (they think it's so stupid) and when people stereotype the whole of Spain with these 2 activities they get very angry.-Catalan people are very prideful about where they come from. Many would like to be separate from the rest of Spain. I mean, they even have a different language from the southerners. -Many consider themselves from Catalonia first and Spain second. I am sure there is much more, but that is all I can think of at the moment.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmwetzel.blogspot.com/feeds/7079350737580899771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kmwetzel.blogspot.com/2009/11/random-facts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583108624794977089/posts/default/7079350737580899771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583108624794977089/posts/default/7079350737580899771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmwetzel.blogspot.com/2009/11/random-facts.html' title='Random Facts'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04005463800607267928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbYD4ZIFMcJzgpjPXBupThM9J3ecqsDkKH0OxgqPPR9WviximJMeWUGcmzwOQ3b3KRF7chmuLHKKgCjaqGJ7kXCk1fJ-bEBXRTgU3b2rGHHYulsyvvh5Z5qUrpeRf4cw/s220/4370rt+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGsbVeT3rqrooHVFPW_5W0FGxMSN2jh9-Ws9WipEOi7-5WLRD_Zht2nF-hwmRFl_Z4Os1z3K08inNGZffuoOKl3-iqyWJXeH4jSiuxje-ioNwyMg32jt1yq-hOyAWPeT8hQXH4TVAN-bo/s72-c/Pics+083.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583108624794977089.post-1838122298144811587</id><published>2009-11-10T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T09:59:14.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Castanyada (aka Halloween)</title><content type='html'><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQW3R3Mc1xRzq6vIh5lD84HRgaTAOgsEo4biMIwbMXMqiLHM5xRitffm0rUhw5lKIr7cQfaQmQcEKht6OD4qRIYoE6Ts0hpkmec0l-32zSYpmDWpiBNhlny5yTHnbrQY722Fusxchps9o/s1600-h/Halloween+%26+Nov+1+005.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 182px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQW3R3Mc1xRzq6vIh5lD84HRgaTAOgsEo4biMIwbMXMqiLHM5xRitffm0rUhw5lKIr7cQfaQmQcEKht6OD4qRIYoE6Ts0hpkmec0l-32zSYpmDWpiBNhlny5yTHnbrQY722Fusxchps9o/s320/Halloween+%26+Nov+1+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402534287948356034" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd1wgYOdPcuRr_VTzNmSx5RJWR74rUc4FZmPYKyab8iCJRRAECbMCwNTPF1r1LnHluMd4OFSyiNDVjfXkoIj7XCJHPv3Gh-xa-cs6L5bLudkP6wGJJVffZGt25InPJf2bGVsjldhIy9F0/s1600-h/Halloween+%26+Nov+1+015.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 197px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd1wgYOdPcuRr_VTzNmSx5RJWR74rUc4FZmPYKyab8iCJRRAECbMCwNTPF1r1LnHluMd4OFSyiNDVjfXkoIj7XCJHPv3Gh-xa-cs6L5bLudkP6wGJJVffZGt25InPJf2bGVsjldhIy9F0/s320/Halloween+%26+Nov+1+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402533120310795218" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjqZyVOpMQ-I8Cutl7TNh3jJcgiJoPkFslrU2P4j9kKh_yFhU8a-SIt6_XclDlXVw-s4Naaz80iTpPOAp90AGD41Bu4YiI5duUrdwMUstB0-w6smeNJrPD8Ar09hSsPYyfLXki8Fa3vJU/s1600-h/Halloween+%26+Nov+1+028.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 193px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjqZyVOpMQ-I8Cutl7TNh3jJcgiJoPkFslrU2P4j9kKh_yFhU8a-SIt6_XclDlXVw-s4Naaz80iTpPOAp90AGD41Bu4YiI5duUrdwMUstB0-w6smeNJrPD8Ar09hSsPYyfLXki8Fa3vJU/s320/Halloween+%26+Nov+1+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402533453731827570" border="0" /></a> Halloween is celebrated a lot differently in Spain than in the States. There is no trick-or-treating and no one dresses up (except for maybe the big cities). I was a little sad not to dress up, but I made up for it by still going to a party. That afternoon I carved pumpkin with the youngest daughter. It was lots of fun because that was her first pumpkin carving. Her reaction to taking out the insides was, "ewww, gross!" It is popular for people here to get together with friends and roast Castanyes, which are a type of nut and not too bad. Days before people were selling these all over town. A popular dessert is Panallets which is a cookie made with almonds and potatoes. It sounds gross, but it is actually really good. That night I went to a party in a farm house with my friend, Ari, from Barcelona. The house wasn't that far away, but we had to take this country road for about 10 min. It was extremely dark because there are no lights and there were lots of curves. It was a pretty scary drive and I would not want to do it by myself. I was able to meet all of Ari's friends and they all were super friendly...even though they all spoke Catalan/Spanish (only Ari speaks English). I tried to talk to them with my high school spanish, but it's been years since I have really used it and it didn't quite work out. Therefore, Ari was my translator for the night. After a few drinks, though, it helped with our communication with each other. We had a big dinner first and later we weredrinking and dancing. One of the guys at the party is a DJ and brough his equipment with him. Around 3am we went to a little disco in town. The bad thing is that smoking is allowed inside so my clothes and hair reaked of smoke by the end of the night so that was pretty disgusting. I am so happy to have met Ari and her friends. They all made me feel part of the group. I'm sad that I am leaving so soon after meeting them...if only I met them months ago.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmwetzel.blogspot.com/feeds/1838122298144811587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kmwetzel.blogspot.com/2009/11/castanyada-aka-halloween.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583108624794977089/posts/default/1838122298144811587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583108624794977089/posts/default/1838122298144811587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmwetzel.blogspot.com/2009/11/castanyada-aka-halloween.html' title='Castanyada (aka Halloween)'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04005463800607267928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbYD4ZIFMcJzgpjPXBupThM9J3ecqsDkKH0OxgqPPR9WviximJMeWUGcmzwOQ3b3KRF7chmuLHKKgCjaqGJ7kXCk1fJ-bEBXRTgU3b2rGHHYulsyvvh5Z5qUrpeRf4cw/s220/4370rt+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQW3R3Mc1xRzq6vIh5lD84HRgaTAOgsEo4biMIwbMXMqiLHM5xRitffm0rUhw5lKIr7cQfaQmQcEKht6OD4qRIYoE6Ts0hpkmec0l-32zSYpmDWpiBNhlny5yTHnbrQY722Fusxchps9o/s72-c/Halloween+%26+Nov+1+005.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583108624794977089.post-9017178137119078650</id><published>2009-10-28T15:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T15:54:07.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Italy</title><content type='html'><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPKS8z1bVwX-z6DxWEtTwOtUU-t9UdE5b-hgNfQv5B81dwACO8SP6cfaDmeN-kA-SOkqf7CjYZC5shKGimarKkFPCmuFWM1q3vLraTD0YKMWNt0UMi1GB7nyKkvD52hQuHniT6FGaE09E/s1600-h/Italy+109.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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It was the one country that started my bug for traveling. Ever since I can remember I had always wanted to see Italy and I can't believe I finally was able to go. The guys there are pretty shameless...they will just stare you down if they are interested in you or think you are good looking. I must say that everywhere I went I saw cute Italian guys which was a nice sightseeing attraction! ;) The driving is the worst I have ever seen...and I have seen lots of different driving from different countries. They just do not follow any driving laws. I don't think they have any rules. Crossing the street is an art. I was scared for my life more than once. Cars and pedestrians just kinda do whatever they want and I think pray for the best. The cars horns are used all the time. I think it's their most used form of communication. The only downfall was the graffiti. It was such a shame to seeing tagging on almost ever single building I walked passed and I am not even exaggerating. It just makes the city look dirty. The gelato is to die for. I am not a big ice cream person, but this stuff is the best I have ever had. I don't know what they do differently, but I wished we made some like it. I think I had a gelato every day I was there. Of course, the pasta and pizza were amazing as well. I don't know how people living there and eating this kind of food stay in shape. It would be a difficult task, for sure. I was surprised to see how big the city is. I, of course, walked to all the main monuments and cathedrals. Walking is the best way to see the city. I was usually exhausted by the end of the day, but it was well worth it. Friday I did a Tuscany tour and we stopped at 2 towns. there were only 5 of us, but that made it better. We were able to get to know each other and wlak around together. The weather sucked because it was windy and rainy, but it didn't take away from the quaintness of the towns. We were able to do some wine tasting and visit wineries. We also had this absolutely, amazing lunch. It was some pasta, meat and a fabulous dessert. That night I went out with my 2 Brazilian friend I met from the hostile. We walked around the town and stopped in a bar. In this certain area many people will just meet in the street, drink and stay there most of the night. Saturday I had 2 tours. In the morning I did the Vactican and Sistine Chapel. For some reasomn I thought the Sistine would be bigger, but it was still spectatular. Almost every inch of wall and ceiling has painting on it. Too bad no pictures were allowed. Laster I went to St. Peter's Basicila...which is were the Pope comes out to be seen and do mass. It is a huge cathedral. Inside there is just so much to see from the statues and paintings. That afternoon I did a walking tour of Rome. I saw the Pantheon, Trevi fountain, Roman Ruins and Colosseum. Of course, at the Trevi I had to throw in my coin. They say that if you throw your coin in backwards you are destined to return to Rome one day...I guess I'll be going back someday in the future. The Colosseum is gigantic. We were able to go inside and look around. The structure itself is amazing, but it's really sad to think about what took place in the past. My tour guide said this venue was for entertainment purposes. It was to help people destress from life. How sad is that!! Watching people and animals die as entertainment. They would use any and every animal they knew of that was in existence at the time. Italy is a place where they build on top of past ruins. Instead of demolishing old buildings they would just build over them. I have pictures where the ground level used to be in the past and where it is today. It is many feet higher than it was in the past. It was very interesting. Sunday I went to Venice. Oh, Venice!! I think it's a magical place. Some people don't like the place, but I am not one of them. Everything about it is just so different from any other place. Who else lives on canals and uses boats as their only form of transportation. There are no cars or bikes in Venice. Well, you can have a bike until you are 5, but I don't that really counts. It was crazy to see many doorways on the canal. St. Mark's Basilica was huge. Pigeons are everywhere and people were even trying to get them to perch on their shoulders and hands. Now that is just gross if you ask me. Who knows where those birds have been. I don't even know how to explain Venice properly, but that it's special. Now it isn't somewhere you would want to spends weeks at (unless you live there) because you would get pretty bored. But I think everyone should see it once. There were gondolas everywhere. Although, I didn't get to go in one this time. I just couldn't bring myself to go on the gondola by myself...that's just depressing. It just means I'll have to go back again and not by myself! It was a great trip and I took tons of pictures. Still I had a lot of transportation changes. From the flights to the trains and buses I am glad I'm not going anywhere for awhile. All that traveling take a lot out of you. Just to give you a taste...On my return home from Italy I took a bus from Venice to the airport. When I arrived in Spain I took another bus to Barcelona. Then I had to take the metro from one spot in Barcelona to a main station in Barcelona. From there I had to take the train to my town. Phew!! Just thinking about it again stresses me out.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNa2NBkK0mgd99VijguVnrAD6rzgwEh_IYmGxJj4Ez5ex0WY5s0NxV4gEgLnJMoRWzvxv6t9PPcChw1gysK4yVz6sQRvCXu1Z3PONTxYKQVuruOF80P_U9C2mGSk5li_8mNFhQKZnvAiE/s1600-h/Italy+524.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 168px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNa2NBkK0mgd99VijguVnrAD6rzgwEh_IYmGxJj4Ez5ex0WY5s0NxV4gEgLnJMoRWzvxv6t9PPcChw1gysK4yVz6sQRvCXu1Z3PONTxYKQVuruOF80P_U9C2mGSk5li_8mNFhQKZnvAiE/s320/Italy+524.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397784102396218066" border="0" /></a> Venice <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8eF684MjxqkfDPn-riZyPW3s_2p-9OBcZzlPFNgwh1u3YbDlyhI8hTTMVBxiVc713uC3WU2XixaMoxm1lBox9XJ9h1eGHLsTZp8q6KQMjBif4DbRG_nEaKuPjSh0-qqrqoqhRPeBZApc/s1600-h/Italy+602.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 168px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAuXg31Kd30ujsWobdGg2hk5yfxGnBPu6uCnh4YpI_83JqSUHQbvDuKy3yOyuFZeNBxSwEPY-_zN1TTuYJeD0Huv5gfoQkddTwkv1aBe9V993tRH-sO2VouX9RLqh4vYC_sYX4VpByPpY/s320/Holiday+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390297314669428738" border="0" /></a> The big heads<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0K_K6j0897VZVrlnMhSDjRT8mvwa967HOXr57pnc5_pKOjyFK8BqH6RF6MhudUmbfg1hOtXWjUBTbppBb1YGFZgSK-2zrIWm5Xt9nXHLdahaOCxkMgVhyphenhypheneoEJlr-CgS292fP0y-fsUvo/s1600-h/Holiday+001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 176px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0K_K6j0897VZVrlnMhSDjRT8mvwa967HOXr57pnc5_pKOjyFK8BqH6RF6MhudUmbfg1hOtXWjUBTbppBb1YGFZgSK-2zrIWm5Xt9nXHLdahaOCxkMgVhyphenhypheneoEJlr-CgS292fP0y-fsUvo/s320/Holiday+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390297308221407106" border="0" /></a>A couple of weeks ago there was a religious holiday. Now what is surprising part is how many holidays I have participated in while living in Spain whether it be a religious or just a regular holiday. There has been one almost ever month I have been here. Plus they usually last from Friday to Sunday and sometimes even longer. If it's on a weekday then the entire town shuts down just like it does on Sundays around here. No work or school or shops are open. Now why don't we have something like that. I don't know about anyone else, but I would love to have that many holidays. I think they the Spanish are in the right frame of mind here. Holidays bring the community together and you much much needed time off. I'm ready, sign me up. This particular holiday had a rosary Friday night. It was really nice to witness. The people met in a plaza and everyone lit a candle. Then they all walked from the plaza to the church and in the speakers you could here the priest saying the rosary. Saturday afternoon was a huge mass said by the Bishop and many of the surrounding priests were part of the service. Mass had to be said outside because so many people attend. Afterward, there was a big parade. The parade here are different. They do not have floats like we do, but instead it's a parade of people all dressed in different costumes with music playing. There were also people that dress up in these huge heads or have a dragon or lion body, the giants (these huge people-like dolls that probably are 15-20ft tall) were there as well as the human castles.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmwetzel.blogspot.com/feeds/6759257332113929337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kmwetzel.blogspot.com/2009/10/spanish-holidays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583108624794977089/posts/default/6759257332113929337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583108624794977089/posts/default/6759257332113929337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmwetzel.blogspot.com/2009/10/spanish-holidays.html' title='Spanish Holidays'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04005463800607267928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbYD4ZIFMcJzgpjPXBupThM9J3ecqsDkKH0OxgqPPR9WviximJMeWUGcmzwOQ3b3KRF7chmuLHKKgCjaqGJ7kXCk1fJ-bEBXRTgU3b2rGHHYulsyvvh5Z5qUrpeRf4cw/s220/4370rt+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6ksPDBebmJuS8laEdV24EN_4nCFsVFRJJi4wtP06_UvQGQ_Bg8StgZjk5g2SDMl0914YDkg5Jq1OHAQEQN2ylAxoHVXZbNho-gGnTvlcdiD3lkfymOYL5CzgtTAT9QeVt_C_N52KVmmw/s72-c/Holiday+006.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583108624794977089.post-3170731063610213966</id><published>2009-09-22T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T07:47:53.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Survived Oktoberfest...I think!!</title><content type='html'><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwY2KKi6UdiPgt6wz8Xb76JD5js-eLmzA0pEOY-0AbALCZe3mRq9x7CNv2RuYHTkvwC2M1t7gTOD_3VTjiU5yG5zORY9xKRo_Vye0bphXK0-JzymERxrat4EvFlxEHJPFGj2D_Spn0Q4g/s1600-h/Munich,+Germany+014.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 191px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwY2KKi6UdiPgt6wz8Xb76JD5js-eLmzA0pEOY-0AbALCZe3mRq9x7CNv2RuYHTkvwC2M1t7gTOD_3VTjiU5yG5zORY9xKRo_Vye0bphXK0-JzymERxrat4EvFlxEHJPFGj2D_Spn0Q4g/s320/Munich,+Germany+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384298708905077362" border="0" /></a> View from the plane of the Alps coming through the clouds Germany...The first impression I had flying over Germany was how green it is and it's very mountainous. The mountains are so high and many were coming through the clouds. It was such an awesome view from the plane. Throughout my travels I have been through many metro systems. Let me tell you that Munich's was the hardest by far. It was so confusing and and the stations are 3 stories high. Thankfully, there were many nice people willing to help out. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJI9yFcnzEtIqyZr79dxbQOiEWTQYmpvCbsPfJjh5Zi6oh4v_2rq8dOio1QSdO47LdMIlEeFoEEf1xXcNEhSrBWWbM6I1wLBp_g9ppMGobPtNOgHanu6qS-Ipakerrnsg0uoUwTKzk3II/s1600-h/Munich,+Germany+016.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 255px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJI9yFcnzEtIqyZr79dxbQOiEWTQYmpvCbsPfJjh5Zi6oh4v_2rq8dOio1QSdO47LdMIlEeFoEEf1xXcNEhSrBWWbM6I1wLBp_g9ppMGobPtNOgHanu6qS-Ipakerrnsg0uoUwTKzk3II/s320/Munich,+Germany+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384298715450089938" border="0" /></a> In our Dirndl Kristin and I arrived to our couch surfing house where we met our host Olaf. This guy was so great. He was extremely nice and has traveled all over so it was nice listening to his stories. The first night Kristin and I just walk a around a little, got some food and ice cream and then went home to watch a movie with Olaf and his friend Mathias...Mathias was also there for the weekend. Saturday we had a traditional German breakfast of white sausage and pretzels with sweet mustard which was very good. Then we went shopping for a dirndl...a traditional dress the women wear and the men wear lederhosen. People will wear these outfits all through Oktoberfest at work, walking around the town and for the festival. That afternoon we went to Oktoberfest and I can not believe the enormity of this event. It is a huge carnival with rides and food and also the beer tents. People were everywhere and if you get lost you have no hope of finding your party. Kristin and I made sure we were not separated from Olaf and his friends. Everyone I met at the festival was extremely nice and friendly...it could be for the fact that everyone was drunk, but none the less they were nice. I have many pictures with random people that we met throughout the night. At first we were outside one of the beer tents because it was so crowded in all of the tents. But it didn't matter because we could still have some drinks. Now the beer was much bigger than I thought it would be. Each mug is 2 pints which equals 1 liter and holy cow it was so heavy. I had to hold it with 2 hands. The waitresses could carry 6 at a time. You really have to have arm and hand muscles to be able to hold 3 in each hand. My right hand even has a bruise from holding it. Later that night we finally made it into the beer tent. We made it in through a side entrance. I am glad we got inside or else it wouldn't have been the same. Inside is so gigantic. There are tables upon tables of people drinking beer. There is also a band playing and everyone is standing up on the benches dancing and singing. I even learning a couple of phrases and songs. Don't ask me what they are because I don't remember them and probably only will when I am drunk again. I know for sure that I had 4 mugs of beer. After that it's a little sketchy. I can't even explain how much fun we had. I lost my voice by the end of the night from all the singing and yelling. In between we had some some food...if I remember correctly a German sausage sandwich, cheese bread and a huge hot dog. Oktoberfest closes ever night at 11pm which is a good thing. If it was any later than I wouldn't have been able to last. I am told most people go to this thing 3 or 4 nights during the week. I have no idea how they can do this. There would be no way I could have done that twice...I was finished after the first night. Olaf told us that most people go to work hung over and feeling terrible which is understandable.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCX_2W5mzv_XONszBW21VmXrLZ1mNxQYOuLu8WHPQP-_0XGFkPan5PnWXKgaaIXyLZmz0h5hIKW0vrLIQi8oXCCVvCJnsDaFGTn9ZqmcvSvzQHcsipdVzg1cJWmkFcoLNWvHDtH09JlFU/s1600-h/Munich,+Germany+047.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 230px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCX_2W5mzv_XONszBW21VmXrLZ1mNxQYOuLu8WHPQP-_0XGFkPan5PnWXKgaaIXyLZmz0h5hIKW0vrLIQi8oXCCVvCJnsDaFGTn9ZqmcvSvzQHcsipdVzg1cJWmkFcoLNWvHDtH09JlFU/s320/Munich,+Germany+047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384300442071191298" border="0" /></a> Beer #1<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3B4ceXOf8DdTM0er87u6jVxwUXnM8HwOa-_4oANyjde4utY5dC_HofcRs02mWX7vZjyRGF7vky8xusEgFuqYJaHgnUX6oHKzTKDJc7QIAHS-anq7WrUhuIJaziGjEEVR3CL2NngNKN9M/s1600-h/Munich,+Germany+050.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 173px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3B4ceXOf8DdTM0er87u6jVxwUXnM8HwOa-_4oANyjde4utY5dC_HofcRs02mWX7vZjyRGF7vky8xusEgFuqYJaHgnUX6oHKzTKDJc7QIAHS-anq7WrUhuIJaziGjEEVR3CL2NngNKN9M/s320/Munich,+Germany+050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384300452793660866" border="0" /></a> Back: Sasha &amp; Mathias, Front: Olaf, Kristin &amp; I<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIXoAXCbZMDUax8LB6N1Vig5rlp6oCnxoD_G0kzdwXwXa8YX3rZiHACXdCPilV-6VNyq58eChfufwgbQXgyb_LFSvD_BGqyTTDuAt3lLtSvU3clnd86-eZDn8Z-NZ5CN1aLNqYHvWcVVo/s1600-h/Munich,+Germany+064.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 169px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIXoAXCbZMDUax8LB6N1Vig5rlp6oCnxoD_G0kzdwXwXa8YX3rZiHACXdCPilV-6VNyq58eChfufwgbQXgyb_LFSvD_BGqyTTDuAt3lLtSvU3clnd86-eZDn8Z-NZ5CN1aLNqYHvWcVVo/s320/Munich,+Germany+064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384300464355938530" border="0" /></a> Some new friends I met from New Zealand<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKzpSbfOvU-d0hlv07uHD0M3kGIea9pHHu0acLa4cNLceKNlix380XHW0b-m259rYBfcvuiO_7pUSp_zsX26VUiCgc8XJiIM5-cJAbEBylT3kYjJd_FPlBq8m8g7Ghfwyl2ZhhTaq6lyc/s1600-h/Munich,+Germany+040.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 173px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKzpSbfOvU-d0hlv07uHD0M3kGIea9pHHu0acLa4cNLceKNlix380XHW0b-m259rYBfcvuiO_7pUSp_zsX26VUiCgc8XJiIM5-cJAbEBylT3kYjJd_FPlBq8m8g7Ghfwyl2ZhhTaq6lyc/s320/Munich,+Germany+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384298721261089602" border="0" /></a> The beer hall we eventually entered<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDMOcDji7MrTAS4GXpYCWYl8_s5fUgP6feoWzmcg0zOrsH1EmX1miDpJvc-76NeTUlNqSxyfidaeYh__UCqHmrfln84_Fgyu8RSHuiumgazgbrOI0O70udTIw8RPqGu5ERCvUw1x-y9vk/s1600-h/Munich,+Germany+084.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 172px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDMOcDji7MrTAS4GXpYCWYl8_s5fUgP6feoWzmcg0zOrsH1EmX1miDpJvc-76NeTUlNqSxyfidaeYh__UCqHmrfln84_Fgyu8RSHuiumgazgbrOI0O70udTIw8RPqGu5ERCvUw1x-y9vk/s320/Munich,+Germany+084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384300470380434498" border="0" /></a> Inside the beer hall Sunday morning was difficult. I wasn't feeling my best which may be an understatement. When we all finally got up we had some bread and a variety of toppings to put on. Then we walked around the city. We went to the English Garden which was several meters big. We didn't even go through half of it. The is a river that runs through it and in one section there is a natural, continuous wave. Here there are people that will surf on it. There are also many beer gardens and in one section a nudist colony. Thankfully, one was was there that day. Then we took a drive through the Alps to the Neuschwanstein Castle...this castle was the inspiration for the Disneyland Castle. FYI-There is a highway in which there is no speed limit. Olaf, as I'm sure most Germans do, took advantage of this little gem. Let's just say that I was a little scared for my life. At least we were not on it for very long. The drive took about and hour and a half, but the view made up for it. It was just so green and beautiful. I still can't get over that fact. When I thought of Germany I never expected the green countryside. it was a delightful surprise. The castle is amazing. It is in the mountains on a hilltop. It take about 30 minutes uphill to get to the castle. It was quite a workout. We didn't go inside, but just seeing it was well worth it. Looking down at the valley below was green and gorgeous...they are also many lakes which I didn't expect. We were able to walk all around the castle. To get to the back though you have to hike up anther hill and then go on a scary bridge for the back view. It was really wobble and not something I wanted to be on for long. Walking back to the car was easy because it was all downhill...thankfully!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0opKbGmp_GukFgvjgArGUOBGSQ5WPP5v6Uag9HNycF_s6QkNdDxd4-MHYLusWoVWCWxubdBjCCn5yeoUCcFmEOQLsUkOGQ044DWwm7ZDXQpY1Pz79Gt_ygQYilWZNkyyVS9cKIk9M4Jw/s1600-h/Munich,+Germany+161.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 190px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0opKbGmp_GukFgvjgArGUOBGSQ5WPP5v6Uag9HNycF_s6QkNdDxd4-MHYLusWoVWCWxubdBjCCn5yeoUCcFmEOQLsUkOGQ044DWwm7ZDXQpY1Pz79Gt_ygQYilWZNkyyVS9cKIk9M4Jw/s320/Munich,+Germany+161.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384301782230470242" border="0" /></a> The Neuschwanstein Castle <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8bx5jngCzr3IXN38RVcMMFXf5rExTnKAb2k3O8UhysDKjNRdLMUL3mKr35Bry3C2ZqU5DqgU58X9g6p0QQiNkKAOz9lLVz2wf49kDqjVKVN1IyEFysWascDFn8NZCLlpwz-a7InrMh10/s1600-h/Munich,+Germany+210.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 172px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8bx5jngCzr3IXN38RVcMMFXf5rExTnKAb2k3O8UhysDKjNRdLMUL3mKr35Bry3C2ZqU5DqgU58X9g6p0QQiNkKAOz9lLVz2wf49kDqjVKVN1IyEFysWascDFn8NZCLlpwz-a7InrMh10/s320/Munich,+Germany+210.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384307158033950114" border="0" /></a> Scary bridge to see back of castle<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaGtJVeY624agCu7b10M5eiMHFbPKhjtYOSJIkSWLMKVCCW08Ke1hQelrcYfAbuexyGSNGQu3aJAArJ_mmzbn7RZU8aRHKURlcjk1fru2BXJmtTQe-XNLR2oJY1fpFwELKWfTbjTIPtbM/s1600-h/Munich,+Germany+191.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 181px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaGtJVeY624agCu7b10M5eiMHFbPKhjtYOSJIkSWLMKVCCW08Ke1hQelrcYfAbuexyGSNGQu3aJAArJ_mmzbn7RZU8aRHKURlcjk1fru2BXJmtTQe-XNLR2oJY1fpFwELKWfTbjTIPtbM/s320/Munich,+Germany+191.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384301790561099826" border="0" /></a> View from top of hill by the castle Monday Kristin and I walked around for awhile and had breakfast at a cute little cafe. Surprisingly, most everyone we met spoke English which was good for us. Although, I shouldn't be too surprised because most people I met on my trips the locals know some sort of English. I guess I was just shocked by how many people spoke it and how well they did it. Munich was a great experience and I hope to go back someday. As a side note: I never realized the German people are so tall. 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However, the typical car in Europe is a stick shift. This was a problem for me since I had only ever driven an automatic at home. Therefore, learning to drive this new car in a foreign country was quite interesting. Learning to drive with 2 legs was bad enough, but the streets here made it more of a challenge for me. I still have trouble with the hills. I hate how the car rolls back and I feel like I am going to hit the car behind me. Most road only have round-abouts with only a few stop lights here and there. Trying to naviagate these round-abouts can be quite scary. There doesn't seem to be any rules when going around them, except to not get hit or hit anyone in the process. You just kinda go when there is an opening. I have the hang of it now, I think. But I still worry sometimes. There are also many one-way streets and cobblestone roads. Sometimes the road is so small that the car can barely get through it. At what should be a four-way stop (there are hardly any stop signs), I never know who has the right of way. This makes it very frustrating because I don't know the rules. Although, I don't know how anyone could when there are no signs posted. I have been learning by trial and error which I'm not sure is good or not!! Parking is a nightmare. You have to pay for most parking on the street and there are really no parking lots. Thnakfully my car is small so it is easier to park. It is quite interesting to watch people park their car. They will be going down a street, see parking spot (mind you they are way past the spot already and the car behind you is now there) and then decide to back-up to get to this spot. It doesn't matter that there are four cars behind this person...everyone will back-up for this one car so they can have the spot. WHO does this I ask you?I like our way much better...If you miss the spot then you are SOL. I once didn't back-up fast enough for one car and it just kept on coming and I was almost hit in the process. They just do not care. Also, when you park on the street people do not leave any room in between the cars which obviously makes it difficult to get out of the spot. However, they solved this little problem by hitting the car in front and behind them. It's very simple, no room so hit other cars. Not that it's a hard hit, but I see the parked cars move quite a bit from the impact. Again, people just don't seem to care if their car is hit. I really don't understand!! <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNwRdLaCv9G6JXxXY4vn4BSkza_DNLGjgAxCCPMCwvVqo7Llbj5fyBtDX2wTERxJN0kzRgcMw5fVKVURgiPot_YSEyZ-PjBzRKpW04W946H_-hvMEOwaBBg8UyqNPskebA-ftdW-RpNSY/s1600-h/Pics+2+343.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 223px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNwRdLaCv9G6JXxXY4vn4BSkza_DNLGjgAxCCPMCwvVqo7Llbj5fyBtDX2wTERxJN0kzRgcMw5fVKVURgiPot_YSEyZ-PjBzRKpW04W946H_-hvMEOwaBBg8UyqNPskebA-ftdW-RpNSY/s320/Pics+2+343.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370130053089140306" border="0" /></a></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmwetzel.blogspot.com/feeds/8506450450340702182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kmwetzel.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-spanish-car.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583108624794977089/posts/default/8506450450340702182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583108624794977089/posts/default/8506450450340702182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmwetzel.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-spanish-car.html' title='My Spanish Car'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04005463800607267928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbYD4ZIFMcJzgpjPXBupThM9J3ecqsDkKH0OxgqPPR9WviximJMeWUGcmzwOQ3b3KRF7chmuLHKKgCjaqGJ7kXCk1fJ-bEBXRTgU3b2rGHHYulsyvvh5Z5qUrpeRf4cw/s220/4370rt+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbiRjYUaNwaE2I0bj-JYLotbZUFm58ssJ4rTHKRNTHKbE1Va4rSuFfd7S9uq3U8ahHuAUMblJd75JrcZ7HwMcQxBIhnpN_pW-Oy_SZDILHjpvSilF5vBAF72TJ6nNCeHA6QIW8dQBYRrc/s72-c/Pics+2+345.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583108624794977089.post-1170884619226142402</id><published>2009-08-01T11:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T15:27:05.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>City of Light</title><content type='html'><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbSoiUa9dSU7EoyYTILYxqxyJfvFSrJVk0vHxyononmeUOp-qeLTZsrGW-iVSoR0PPlDQihT_R96Tt7J_u0D5qm96z4DxQYBJymhBoWcD0LNWgRqNVc2La80xbsdO9fZ1Bg6yrlCVRmX8/s1600-h/Paris+010.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 306px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbSoiUa9dSU7EoyYTILYxqxyJfvFSrJVk0vHxyononmeUOp-qeLTZsrGW-iVSoR0PPlDQihT_R96Tt7J_u0D5qm96z4DxQYBJymhBoWcD0LNWgRqNVc2La80xbsdO9fZ1Bg6yrlCVRmX8/s320/Paris+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365123430886097634" border="0" /></a> Seine River Cruise <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9dzbRg4eOpTqmaBAdx59MJFIwen6ff-WholrBMFuO5wD90RNv4dkZe3OAfri2YYBuHpaK2dMr_ZdCFMsO_6sjjOBp0sDzXrOpIcLBHSj5TTLfKmQaPUls-vxTROMvDBqRgInP4eJPIWw/s1600-h/Paris+002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 205px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9dzbRg4eOpTqmaBAdx59MJFIwen6ff-WholrBMFuO5wD90RNv4dkZe3OAfri2YYBuHpaK2dMr_ZdCFMsO_6sjjOBp0sDzXrOpIcLBHSj5TTLfKmQaPUls-vxTROMvDBqRgInP4eJPIWw/s320/Paris+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365123427251351538" border="0" /></a> The Louvre Museum <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8UuDMbr3lIHfdfe7GCzB7TsY3S2EppWUE54-Vtzyj0gjrpk7KVn8XJcx_Fs9qf9U8g2dzeCu_-duCjXxKOQ_AozpOQjsNdOBYRD7Yxfm4yQyfZVpu12RsMDBEm6AoQrPxp-mS57xQkP4/s1600-h/Paris+005.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8UuDMbr3lIHfdfe7GCzB7TsY3S2EppWUE54-Vtzyj0gjrpk7KVn8XJcx_Fs9qf9U8g2dzeCu_-duCjXxKOQ_AozpOQjsNdOBYRD7Yxfm4yQyfZVpu12RsMDBEm6AoQrPxp-mS57xQkP4/s320/Paris+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365123421826583474" border="0" /></a> Versaille<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG53QnhyphenhyphenlKhwhFclOB484xoavzn0qfgNFqZceHRB84FzGBRA-6kkoyBSEAuntwiEAlyvWQKNzel1khHIlOALKYa2toUxH7siTiHpbJbNQiQYvOLcvoZoI0LeAXu1Qo6nPgMajEOgnz71I/s1600-h/Paris+011.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 289px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG53QnhyphenhyphenlKhwhFclOB484xoavzn0qfgNFqZceHRB84FzGBRA-6kkoyBSEAuntwiEAlyvWQKNzel1khHIlOALKYa2toUxH7siTiHpbJbNQiQYvOLcvoZoI0LeAXu1Qo6nPgMajEOgnz71I/s320/Paris+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365120389155177074" border="0" /></a> The Eiffel Tower at night <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsL228yMzSsg7tU5vin7foIvQxbKCYYAW5PjS-JCiiKzlXa1ihEOvKwu6MFdAVodymi5v_XTGg8zVUriXqPNzOVhJ1z_F0yPHXmhNZKFZGXUCkBCzWzCVD3J6u8oqO5DyX4Dy8ljC87-8/s1600-h/Paris+001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 205px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsL228yMzSsg7tU5vin7foIvQxbKCYYAW5PjS-JCiiKzlXa1ihEOvKwu6MFdAVodymi5v_XTGg8zVUriXqPNzOVhJ1z_F0yPHXmhNZKFZGXUCkBCzWzCVD3J6u8oqO5DyX4Dy8ljC87-8/s320/Paris+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365120383482966194" border="0" /></a> Arc De Triomphe <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCdyjkMgtBb2CHCZLiAeJNmn6LvBKpQ8FrOldFGx5F7ALue1RebY4rHJqjEqDMHCXoc9wZzZkehUH7Rf1uE_dXHQ_TCTVIzKfFM2JPx8ropvBrSwAyOR6dxuUerBhqj6EEDhukSoWWwz4/s1600-h/Paris+004.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 201px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCdyjkMgtBb2CHCZLiAeJNmn6LvBKpQ8FrOldFGx5F7ALue1RebY4rHJqjEqDMHCXoc9wZzZkehUH7Rf1uE_dXHQ_TCTVIzKfFM2JPx8ropvBrSwAyOR6dxuUerBhqj6EEDhukSoWWwz4/s320/Paris+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365120380524501106" border="0" /></a> On Top of the Arc De Triomphe This last weekend I was able to go to Paris...aka City of Light. This was also a solo trip for me, but I still had a great time. The weather was interesting. It rained the day I arrived and departed. Thankfully Saturday and Sunday was nice and sunny. I miss my CA weather!! I stayed at a little hotel by the Arc De Triomphe. When I first arrived to the city by metro I took a taxi to my hotel. I knew it was close by, but I didn't know the exact location. Well let me tell you, a 3 min ride in Paris cost me 6 Euro...welcome to Paris. This the driver happily explained was the starting rate. Can you believe that? This is one of the most expensive cities to visit I came to find out. Anyways, my hotel was really small and under construction. My room was tiny and the bathroom was even smaller. Every time you moved in the shower you hit your elbow on the wall. Thankfully, I was only there to sleep. Friday night to took a walk along the Des Champs Elysees. This is where all the high ewnd shopping takes place. I walked pass many designer names including Loius Vuitton. The most I could do was widow shop, of course. Saturday I went exploring and hit everything from the Arc De Triomphe to Notre-Dame Cathedral andeverything in between. At one point I went to Montmarte District where Moulin Rouge is located. If I was to say that Paris had a red light distict this would be it. Up and down the street all a person sees are sex shops and love stores. The city may look small on the map, but walking it is a different story. I must have walked miles that day and my feet paid for it. I got to see a lot of awesome history and buildings though. If I could try to explain the city I would have to say that it's extravagant in everyway and everything is big and in your face and I loved it. Sunday I did a moring tour to Versaille...the big Palace of the Kings. To my surprise that afternoon happened to be the finale of the Tour De France and I was able to witness it. Some Spaniard won and Lance Armstong took 3rd place. There were so many people for this event and numerous streets had to close down and police swarmed the area for security. That night I took another tour where I got to cruise the Seine River for an hour, go to the 2nd level of the Eiffel Tower and do an illimunation tour of Paris by bus. The city at night is amazing and watching the Eiffel Tower light up is spectactular. Being on top of the Eiffel Tower is so crazy. The view of the city is beautiful and you are just up so high. Luckily, all the local I asked for help were all friendly and very nice. I was a little nervous because I had heard so many stories on how the French people will either ignore you or be very rude. I'm glad I got them on a good weekend. I couldn't have asked for a better experience.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmwetzel.blogspot.com/feeds/1170884619226142402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kmwetzel.blogspot.com/2009/08/city-of-light.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583108624794977089/posts/default/1170884619226142402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583108624794977089/posts/default/1170884619226142402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmwetzel.blogspot.com/2009/08/city-of-light.html' title='City of Light'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04005463800607267928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbYD4ZIFMcJzgpjPXBupThM9J3ecqsDkKH0OxgqPPR9WviximJMeWUGcmzwOQ3b3KRF7chmuLHKKgCjaqGJ7kXCk1fJ-bEBXRTgU3b2rGHHYulsyvvh5Z5qUrpeRf4cw/s220/4370rt+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbSoiUa9dSU7EoyYTILYxqxyJfvFSrJVk0vHxyononmeUOp-qeLTZsrGW-iVSoR0PPlDQihT_R96Tt7J_u0D5qm96z4DxQYBJymhBoWcD0LNWgRqNVc2La80xbsdO9fZ1Bg6yrlCVRmX8/s72-c/Paris+010.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583108624794977089.post-2331840403648014141</id><published>2009-07-01T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T08:51:38.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Luck of the Irish</title><content type='html'><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigF_486xnGgRxQ3b85x7rKyP7JS06deWvfOaLib4i7sSYHAXB8a1NQ01_8KHeBjbMiCKtSqKmUzr8E-ZbOe2HuQOqCTubw6jbQoz-FGiWJ7CLYHZ0lJR81mjAOyccLSPSU7iKJ2l5vHkA/s1600-h/Dublin,+Ireland+031.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 222px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigF_486xnGgRxQ3b85x7rKyP7JS06deWvfOaLib4i7sSYHAXB8a1NQ01_8KHeBjbMiCKtSqKmUzr8E-ZbOe2HuQOqCTubw6jbQoz-FGiWJ7CLYHZ0lJR81mjAOyccLSPSU7iKJ2l5vHkA/s320/Dublin,+Ireland+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354245599609823730" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigF_486xnGgRxQ3b85x7rKyP7JS06deWvfOaLib4i7sSYHAXB8a1NQ01_8KHeBjbMiCKtSqKmUzr8E-ZbOe2HuQOqCTubw6jbQoz-FGiWJ7CLYHZ0lJR81mjAOyccLSPSU7iKJ2l5vHkA/s1600-h/Dublin,+Ireland+031.jpg"> My room at Abagail's Hostel</a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibVV5RQPCvQM4TQ_oIUlEZjMZ2yot2Aaw5zqMZ2dE2C1GIf0pVrivI78LuWJCkE_47JEYp8tu8uF-4EsJq0h_hQgupCar3WyyPxzqij2vMid-3K8UxF9bAPdmtfJBm28rQAzjaQ4r0fjM/s1600-h/Dublin,+Ireland+019.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 209px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibVV5RQPCvQM4TQ_oIUlEZjMZ2yot2Aaw5zqMZ2dE2C1GIf0pVrivI78LuWJCkE_47JEYp8tu8uF-4EsJq0h_hQgupCar3WyyPxzqij2vMid-3K8UxF9bAPdmtfJBm28rQAzjaQ4r0fjM/s320/Dublin,+Ireland+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354245608066251922" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitGVClJCcBDHUHVcvCDH774O0IQPEGoN3PrOxRTCscLmfLZx8vZU3TwWd3A87n_44sOwhdRXUBLtDnRW6BSqTRa6ZzM2282ukw9RvE5wgcYcoLdtl7IsXixCBG8lyzWuGgVa-k4Jzsoa8/s1600-h/Dublin,+Ireland+024.jpg">The courtyard of the castle<img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 222px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitGVClJCcBDHUHVcvCDH774O0IQPEGoN3PrOxRTCscLmfLZx8vZU3TwWd3A87n_44sOwhdRXUBLtDnRW6BSqTRa6ZzM2282ukw9RvE5wgcYcoLdtl7IsXixCBG8lyzWuGgVa-k4Jzsoa8/s320/Dublin,+Ireland+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354245614498710274" border="0" /></a>The Liffey River- My hostel was right on the river</div> I took my first trip outside of Spain this last weekend. Since it was a solo trip I decided to go to Ireland. I wanted to be able to be able understand the locals since I was in a foreign country by myself. I had such a great time and I met so many nice and friendly people that I am sure I will keep in contact with in the future. I met a lot of people from California which was really funny. I also met people from some other states, Australia and Italy. At one time in my hostel room every girl was from California and there were 8 beds. What a small world. The hostel was not as bad as I thought it would be. I have heard some horror stories so I was pleasantly surprised. It was pretty clean and I only had to share a bathroom with the girls in my room. There was a common area and kitchen. They also provided breakfast which was only cereal and toast. But, hey who am I to complain when it's free food. Although, I have to say the milk was pretty gross. Friday after I arrived I took a guided walking tour. It was a good way for me to learn the history of Ireland and see some of the sites. That night I went on a pub crawl. It was so much fun. They took us to 4 pubs and 1 disco. We received a couple of free shots which was nice and the places we went were not the touristy pubs, thankfully. This definitely cut down the price of drinks. Saturday I went sightseeing with a couple of girls I met from the hostel. We saw the castle, some cathedrals (which were absolutely gorgeous), Trinity College and this huge park. The park was so big I wasn't even to walk all of it. There is a big lake in the middle. That day there were so many people just walking about or sitting in the grass eating or just hanging out. That afternoon I went to Guiness Storehouse. Here they show you how the beer is made and at the end you get a free Guiness. That night I went to a pub that had live Irish music. This was awesome to see. The songs are so lively and fun. I also decided that the Guiness in Ireland tastes much better than in CA. I actually liked it when at home I don't like dark beers. I heard that it doesn't travel well so this may be the reason. Sunday I went on a day tour though Wicklow. I am so happy that I did this tour. I was able to see the countryside...which is exactly what I think of when I think of Ireland. The mountains and hills were so green with lots of rocks and trees waterfalls and lakes. There were also lots of sheep roaming around. The scenery was like something out of a movie or book. It was absolutely beautiful. I also saw the place where a scene from Braveheart and PS I Love You were filmed. We also went to a monaster. Next to the monaster was a huge park. It is a place where people go camping, can hike on the trails or come out for the day to relax and have the kids go in the lake. Needless to say I was falling asleep on the ride back home. Monday morning I left and I am so glad that I did this trip. It was so nice seeing a new country and all it has to teach and offer. <div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOQE9qZOAsBy7xzBW_q9SkpOzRqd227wE2RmWm4PEPcJ-CAp7q8lAq9zBrwp-Fi0JeaB69ylZIcpoga-WWCCZTKTrC8Yegh1F1TErw0b6AeFKT1vI2pYdfhGwxdUc5OPjNGsDqnQAWyvw/s1600-h/Dublin,+Ireland+026.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 224px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOQE9qZOAsBy7xzBW_q9SkpOzRqd227wE2RmWm4PEPcJ-CAp7q8lAq9zBrwp-Fi0JeaB69ylZIcpoga-WWCCZTKTrC8Yegh1F1TErw0b6AeFKT1vI2pYdfhGwxdUc5OPjNGsDqnQAWyvw/s320/Dublin,+Ireland+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354250306142441538" border="0" />The center of Dublin</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDbJO9Ry0teFY9bTnFJn6PD_m3FrDIh8BoThPKq6lpWal5CBASooPJJ3j5Vvh-fQ8KAiG9-2rEo3L8E8PS32iT-ChHXiEvUOvudn60bxnZ2KAzdWOxnOOuMy1a51jEQ1xvSPJFbd3pcxI/s1600-h/Dublin,+Ireland+040.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 199px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDbJO9Ry0teFY9bTnFJn6PD_m3FrDIh8BoThPKq6lpWal5CBASooPJJ3j5Vvh-fQ8KAiG9-2rEo3L8E8PS32iT-ChHXiEvUOvudn60bxnZ2KAzdWOxnOOuMy1a51jEQ1xvSPJFbd3pcxI/s320/Dublin,+Ireland+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354250294061193938" border="0" /></a><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Christ Church Cathedral</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgME5Cg5pVJ9DE2mQDvALAofqNIVgrCo9I8EZF6gT0iUrYwX2gZIZY_97TbEa4sEFQznDLNlL4KnNDVsmHiGaNq1FKdLf4BATWGCwuxr2sfttXjcWHIei36DfqD8-IJNOQP9NUH7JNzphg/s1600-h/Dublin,+Ireland+122.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 192px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgME5Cg5pVJ9DE2mQDvALAofqNIVgrCo9I8EZF6gT0iUrYwX2gZIZY_97TbEa4sEFQznDLNlL4KnNDVsmHiGaNq1FKdLf4BATWGCwuxr2sfttXjcWHIei36DfqD8-IJNOQP9NUH7JNzphg/s320/Dublin,+Ireland+122.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354250299710337682" border="0" /></a>Guiness Factory<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT7n56-8sBMPaAex9ORs0RAKy7r_i9daz-AXQC6ICzzmbLfEF2pKDebnfetZdXXr7LB-Plk5HaAN5FSaaD7RI_9ANSO6fCGpRyDBMsuL80F3DozX4CgEXTy6nAtNIPwiyVEEvGjcEcVzk/s1600-h/Dublin,+Ireland+140.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 158px; height: 211px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4Fi9n8Gdsf_sUrCL9y3UDp6L1kh9Rz-KuLuzy21XPFMPKk7YwrnmqcOqw9mlhHcwD9wC08bvKUKaBefFz3P3TZ9Nl0iwPdr5MswlWEPvmDjR5DI6ZJtko00h_Lx-v14pTBzBAhbP6AoQ/s320/Dublin,+Ireland+167.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354256396678493906" border="0" /></a>Lucky Monument-Back in the day they said that if you could put your arms around this and your fingers touch then you will be lucky. My fingers were so close to touching...too bad</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmwetzel.blogspot.com/feeds/2331840403648014141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kmwetzel.blogspot.com/2009/07/luck-of-irish.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583108624794977089/posts/default/2331840403648014141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583108624794977089/posts/default/2331840403648014141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmwetzel.blogspot.com/2009/07/luck-of-irish.html' title='Luck of the Irish'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04005463800607267928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbYD4ZIFMcJzgpjPXBupThM9J3ecqsDkKH0OxgqPPR9WviximJMeWUGcmzwOQ3b3KRF7chmuLHKKgCjaqGJ7kXCk1fJ-bEBXRTgU3b2rGHHYulsyvvh5Z5qUrpeRf4cw/s220/4370rt+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigF_486xnGgRxQ3b85x7rKyP7JS06deWvfOaLib4i7sSYHAXB8a1NQ01_8KHeBjbMiCKtSqKmUzr8E-ZbOe2HuQOqCTubw6jbQoz-FGiWJ7CLYHZ0lJR81mjAOyccLSPSU7iKJ2l5vHkA/s72-c/Dublin,+Ireland+031.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583108624794977089.post-6290858681566400977</id><published>2009-06-23T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T04:07:52.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Barcelona</title><content type='html'>I finally was able to tour the city of Barcelona. I have only been there twice. Once when i arrived at the airport (which doesn't count) and I have been the the beach.I was able to spend this past weekend int he city. I had so much fun. I went with Kristin and we couch surfed for the night. Kristin's family drove us down and then we had to take te metro to get their apartment. The metro in a foreign country gets some taking use to since everyting is in another language. Thankfully, we really didn't get lost. For those of you who don't know, couch surfing is where people offer up there couches for you to sleep on while you are in their city. The best part is that it's free. It a great way to meet people and see the city. The guys we stayed with were extremely friendly and were able to show us around the city. That night they let us hang out with their friends...who were all nice as well and many spoke English which is a plus. Saturday night we left for dinner at 10 and had tappas. Later we went to one of their friend's house for cake and drinks. Finally at 3am we left to go to the Disco, Side Car. I have never gone out that late especially since things close down around 2am in CA. It is definitely a different experience. I think we left the disco around 6am when the sun was coming out. That is definitely a first for me. I only got a few hours of sleep Sunday morning then had to catch a ride back home. I was so tired and my feet were killing me from the night before, but I had so much fun that I wouldn't change a thing.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdckb77c3PGAnA93hKSut1QyJCeJgssavSG6ym9e6XnH4OeBJRhHXL7sS6WJjVApOroNKOBcTovT5tNCwUdh3BNvYzsc441KS7slfqvMiYxSnVe2YWxIlwx5fFi93W4Xn7ei8fmuOrKNk/s1600-h/Barceolna+008.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdckb77c3PGAnA93hKSut1QyJCeJgssavSG6ym9e6XnH4OeBJRhHXL7sS6WJjVApOroNKOBcTovT5tNCwUdh3BNvYzsc441KS7slfqvMiYxSnVe2YWxIlwx5fFi93W4Xn7ei8fmuOrKNk/s320/Barceolna+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350474654027452466" border="0" /></a> They guys we stayed with- Alvaro and Marco<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhylSQR1PtU7oUYvwDMGf9jbIytbAGQMOBlC0hxVkfZpLX-EAPEoWmEbkwlSuDo5PPJfAgg8qEJ7hb5nVPuenNZLe2jihX3SvgHgybCR_w1-cc_kVwU0FJ0B9FKBuvq3hokPwEAaOfFgOk/s1600-h/Barceolna+001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 201px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhylSQR1PtU7oUYvwDMGf9jbIytbAGQMOBlC0hxVkfZpLX-EAPEoWmEbkwlSuDo5PPJfAgg8qEJ7hb5nVPuenNZLe2jihX3SvgHgybCR_w1-cc_kVwU0FJ0B9FKBuvq3hokPwEAaOfFgOk/s320/Barceolna+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350474665992957314" border="0" /></a> A Goudi Building <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzRwgFDHmOQHFFBaD7X9CcU66_bRpEG2FGiVEvkNEcSQTU_b5VXzVvR2q_9iOrlk7BjQFLNV5Y8PAoQtW69bnSAAZr_gtXFsY-JHIkiADlUUtVukKwHVXfKuPtXpPv0eFPicNBc8AG4Wk/s1600-h/Barceolna+002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 257px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzRwgFDHmOQHFFBaD7X9CcU66_bRpEG2FGiVEvkNEcSQTU_b5VXzVvR2q_9iOrlk7BjQFLNV5Y8PAoQtW69bnSAAZr_gtXFsY-JHIkiADlUUtVukKwHVXfKuPtXpPv0eFPicNBc8AG4Wk/s320/Barceolna+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350474671500779570" border="0" /></a>Human Castle- the smaller kids are on top. I was afraid one of them would fall. The youngest looked to be about 5 years old. You can't see from my pic, but there are 8 levels of people. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp-YmCkrzrPHoyCJWYG11U7OxWtPYV-jsL6iVlzvKs74jf0VmwNK97FC-mnPtMQ_shsTZ6HdkNks9llrBN0JCONV9UJx4OcuSyXh7PJas7wO0Iego_BsdzVWfObWPYCYqhkqnd_VsIOGU/s1600-h/Barceolna+004.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp-YmCkrzrPHoyCJWYG11U7OxWtPYV-jsL6iVlzvKs74jf0VmwNK97FC-mnPtMQ_shsTZ6HdkNks9llrBN0JCONV9UJx4OcuSyXh7PJas7wO0Iego_BsdzVWfObWPYCYqhkqnd_VsIOGU/s320/Barceolna+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350476973592444482" border="0" /></a>Las Ramblas Street- Up and down this street you will find people in costume as they pretend to be statues. They each have a bucket in front of them and if you give money they will then do something for you. I didn't wait anround to see what this guy would do. This is their job and you will see them everyday.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmwetzel.blogspot.com/feeds/6290858681566400977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kmwetzel.blogspot.com/2009/06/barcelona.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583108624794977089/posts/default/6290858681566400977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583108624794977089/posts/default/6290858681566400977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmwetzel.blogspot.com/2009/06/barcelona.html' title='Barcelona'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04005463800607267928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbYD4ZIFMcJzgpjPXBupThM9J3ecqsDkKH0OxgqPPR9WviximJMeWUGcmzwOQ3b3KRF7chmuLHKKgCjaqGJ7kXCk1fJ-bEBXRTgU3b2rGHHYulsyvvh5Z5qUrpeRf4cw/s220/4370rt+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdckb77c3PGAnA93hKSut1QyJCeJgssavSG6ym9e6XnH4OeBJRhHXL7sS6WJjVApOroNKOBcTovT5tNCwUdh3BNvYzsc441KS7slfqvMiYxSnVe2YWxIlwx5fFi93W4Xn7ei8fmuOrKNk/s72-c/Barceolna+008.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583108624794977089.post-8501605381686737784</id><published>2009-06-13T08:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T09:01:29.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tarragona</title><content type='html'><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvNMa_LUV6Gw-D9eG74HL4KYEvjO7PymbsAYDmrEteG0Yw_G3hR0GaFd1NpjMw8jX5wRO5YXKjiH5ABuU5G9dKWc9SU_rXY6RooVdd9WSIlYO2XXlcEw928R6pTrzHCTA1GlRnDr1vUtw/s1600-h/Tarragona+001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 177px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvNMa_LUV6Gw-D9eG74HL4KYEvjO7PymbsAYDmrEteG0Yw_G3hR0GaFd1NpjMw8jX5wRO5YXKjiH5ABuU5G9dKWc9SU_rXY6RooVdd9WSIlYO2XXlcEw928R6pTrzHCTA1GlRnDr1vUtw/s320/Tarragona+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346827906949572658" border="0" /></a>Tarragona is next to Reus. It is only a 10 min train ride away. I went on my mini day trip today with Kristin. We left early this morning. The day was beutiful...not a cloud in the sky. The ocean was right nextg to us as we exited the train. Tarragona is a much bigger town. There are also many, many stairs. to go anywhere you have to go up or down stairs. There were also lots of hills. I definitely got my exercise in today. We did lots of site-seeing and layed out by at the beach. It turned out to be a very hot day...but I really enjoyed my outing. It's nice to get away even if only for the day. Staying inside a house too long can really make a person antsy. We were able to have lunch and and Gelato ice cream. Of course we ate lunch like normal Americans at noon...no one in Spain eats this early so we were the only ones there. Most people do not eat until around 2. The ice cream here is so good. I don't know what they do differently, but it is awesome. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDTit1Ffe-gZJGa6zwDSz9LFF0kT5mfcvK_omehyphenhyphenSL97mlkVIRjgVwCTdDXGdC9d3BBIGiGIfk0YCS8S1eavroC3Xdu2NGJKiOivguYDChLPU2-MgeeYJE0dco4CzkiH7LzMn-lHilXKs/s1600-h/Tarragona+003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 182px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDTit1Ffe-gZJGa6zwDSz9LFF0kT5mfcvK_omehyphenhyphenSL97mlkVIRjgVwCTdDXGdC9d3BBIGiGIfk0YCS8S1eavroC3Xdu2NGJKiOivguYDChLPU2-MgeeYJE0dco4CzkiH7LzMn-lHilXKs/s320/Tarragona+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346836129374442226" border="0" /></a>The Roman Ruins of an Amphitheater. I didn't go inside becuase they charged money. I thought I got some good pictures from the outside without the cost.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhskje-qrJNvbdubC5oG78Ats7DCXg2Xh7cnfTt5s_rW8Zrx4xx4umaeh1So-uVvkVLDKWgQ11ngW27CidU2O3fR7i-4tuTpHG8VMx0ccPQPiyi68kXsOCNwrWiOyNWfIq06zD52sVqHMc/s1600-h/Tarragona+005.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 185px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhskje-qrJNvbdubC5oG78Ats7DCXg2Xh7cnfTt5s_rW8Zrx4xx4umaeh1So-uVvkVLDKWgQ11ngW27CidU2O3fR7i-4tuTpHG8VMx0ccPQPiyi68kXsOCNwrWiOyNWfIq06zD52sVqHMc/s320/Tarragona+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346836136182839714" border="0" /></a>The cathedral is huge...this is only one side of it. This picture doesn't do it justice. There are gargoyles on the roof and many statues in the middle. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh4nxL2x-Jxa1aoN4Y_SkgS8IsWrc1mKlhlczqhBbCX0n5pmwT_2hYB-VGHbzTMl9CXvg70RLpCIVYBlIQxiQGUuF4OBbd5CAlLB6b00b9ctyCHjmrY_vm8TH2JtbpYR5Nqy8eORSPLUw/s1600-h/Tarragona+008.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 177px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh4nxL2x-Jxa1aoN4Y_SkgS8IsWrc1mKlhlczqhBbCX0n5pmwT_2hYB-VGHbzTMl9CXvg70RLpCIVYBlIQxiQGUuF4OBbd5CAlLB6b00b9ctyCHjmrY_vm8TH2JtbpYR5Nqy8eORSPLUw/s320/Tarragona+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346838433756087874" border="0" /></a>There are many statues throughout the city. Here I am enjoying my ice cream with an old man. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0DIT1QRLYGCJVSAieLSJUaGCcOyyzhDyHDt8AFhj3Ht9Ub5ueBib0HfHsOv9PG1HhF_Ygu36MVgFu6pHzS8JX9ZkQj7fj9MnCwc440d1_giUA_hbcjf8SMqmhUU-gkyxYvzAbED1E4HM/s1600-h/Tarragona+012.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 235px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0DIT1QRLYGCJVSAieLSJUaGCcOyyzhDyHDt8AFhj3Ht9Ub5ueBib0HfHsOv9PG1HhF_Ygu36MVgFu6pHzS8JX9ZkQj7fj9MnCwc440d1_giUA_hbcjf8SMqmhUU-gkyxYvzAbED1E4HM/s320/Tarragona+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346838440511311698" border="0" /></a>This statue or momument is huge. It is a human castle. It's funny that I saw this today because the mom in my family was telling em ablout the people that come into town an do exactly this. They will actuall be here in a couople of weeks so I will be able to see it live and in person. It should be fun. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDULb49bskwY75c3-7ePfw_w3Ga-QGk-Xx8O_9T_t0GnBYX8pvqLRegz_EBm8eo-NH9yFb-9ptjWETGLRsS4XpUGZAXT3m8JF6YAZtadac_tXwxlCqeo_ykhi0rVj1BlV5hMYvkwdtbVw/s1600-h/Tarragona+011.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 190px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDULb49bskwY75c3-7ePfw_w3Ga-QGk-Xx8O_9T_t0GnBYX8pvqLRegz_EBm8eo-NH9yFb-9ptjWETGLRsS4XpUGZAXT3m8JF6YAZtadac_tXwxlCqeo_ykhi0rVj1BlV5hMYvkwdtbVw/s320/Tarragona+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346840660211263202" border="0" /></a>The water is so clear and clean here. It is definitely different then our beaches. I could actually see the ground in the water. There were many cargo ships and sail boats out today. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCbXQbVaCULjx7-IQoc-SZnJidjaIn1pP06pEBozBfyZGHzxXzvSNk2IYBBoflNCULNaaNttJ-_Dd3W2RN244K4cZIm4OjinfIxFOnpvNLcf0dZJWios-_kgip06P0ZkytzM7UHaDrrwQ/s1600-h/Tarragona+013.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 234px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCbXQbVaCULjx7-IQoc-SZnJidjaIn1pP06pEBozBfyZGHzxXzvSNk2IYBBoflNCULNaaNttJ-_Dd3W2RN244K4cZIm4OjinfIxFOnpvNLcf0dZJWios-_kgip06P0ZkytzM7UHaDrrwQ/s320/Tarragona+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346840656289490786" border="0" /></a>Here we are on the Mediterranean Balcony. It is long and you are able to see most of the costline. Great view!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmwetzel.blogspot.com/feeds/8501605381686737784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kmwetzel.blogspot.com/2009/06/tarragona.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583108624794977089/posts/default/8501605381686737784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583108624794977089/posts/default/8501605381686737784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmwetzel.blogspot.com/2009/06/tarragona.html' title='Tarragona'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04005463800607267928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbYD4ZIFMcJzgpjPXBupThM9J3ecqsDkKH0OxgqPPR9WviximJMeWUGcmzwOQ3b3KRF7chmuLHKKgCjaqGJ7kXCk1fJ-bEBXRTgU3b2rGHHYulsyvvh5Z5qUrpeRf4cw/s220/4370rt+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvNMa_LUV6Gw-D9eG74HL4KYEvjO7PymbsAYDmrEteG0Yw_G3hR0GaFd1NpjMw8jX5wRO5YXKjiH5ABuU5G9dKWc9SU_rXY6RooVdd9WSIlYO2XXlcEw928R6pTrzHCTA1GlRnDr1vUtw/s72-c/Tarragona+001.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583108624794977089.post-1387819603410281949</id><published>2009-05-28T15:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T16:39:45.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Team Barca</title><content type='html'><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaX_x6u9Pv9sRfszUj8Vovo9F3ZZp6r6FknSsJ_Tyhu8TGQKpOy5T4urpSISU_Xag45P6R1cFA3bU2FYWwMUoh17iK-bsOSNVrszmGm4kdM1OSgY9DgpYLJNLegZCug0jhpMxIiNtxOcQ/s1600-h/Futbol+game-+Euro+champions+002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 177px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaX_x6u9Pv9sRfszUj8Vovo9F3ZZp6r6FknSsJ_Tyhu8TGQKpOy5T4urpSISU_Xag45P6R1cFA3bU2FYWwMUoh17iK-bsOSNVrszmGm4kdM1OSgY9DgpYLJNLegZCug0jhpMxIiNtxOcQ/s320/Futbol+game-+Euro+champions+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341018635530931618" border="0" /></a>Well, I don't know if it hit the news in America, but the Barcelona Futbol (soccer for those of you who don't know ;) ) team won all 3 championships...King's Cup, Spanish Cup and last night they won the European Cup. This is a huge deal. Barca made history last night because no other team has won all 3 cups in one season. Let me tell you Spain takes this very seriously. I can't even begin to describe the following this sport has...People here are so intense about futbol. I have never seen anything like it in the States. People are very proud an loyal to their team. After any of the games Barca won people would be out on the streets celebrating and partying all throughout Catalunya. There are fireworks going off, car horns being honked and people are dancing and chanting in the streets and plazas. Last night was no difference. I was able to go to a bar last night to watch the game and experience it first hand. It was so interesting to see how excited people were and how much fun they were having. They were even were sing the Barca anthem.<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0GOy3RsNhVTRxFDab8oIal5HMXEIuN1gmv_BZFhoH1Ah1y0-HpbhLkyOZ_UbWR3KHJE4vyHZe3hnG7xAvT6jf2BlDMCS-_1jXl9vmIvOGyf3oYehQyAwqgWUf6nhR4XPeNvFVY3YSdmQ/s1600-h/Futbol+game-+Euro+champions+004.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 221px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0GOy3RsNhVTRxFDab8oIal5HMXEIuN1gmv_BZFhoH1Ah1y0-HpbhLkyOZ_UbWR3KHJE4vyHZe3hnG7xAvT6jf2BlDMCS-_1jXl9vmIvOGyf3oYehQyAwqgWUf6nhR4XPeNvFVY3YSdmQ/s320/Futbol+game-+Euro+champions+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341009178059643522" border="0" /></a>Some person dyed their dogs fur the team colors (blue &amp; red)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHYJjuTxsG45-YMTfviEs9ORDB19anXzLM4ElqLqf1_UdkA5DTgeak9rSHEdcDSfPPYAsRwczStWYIGX7zPaL5xgxgnMbFWIIAuN9ky-1xHjFRpP22eGqwEn7PaDKaPGXK6UISXhjoI1o/s1600-h/Futbol+game-+Euro+champions+003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 211px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHYJjuTxsG45-YMTfviEs9ORDB19anXzLM4ElqLqf1_UdkA5DTgeak9rSHEdcDSfPPYAsRwczStWYIGX7zPaL5xgxgnMbFWIIAuN9ky-1xHjFRpP22eGqwEn7PaDKaPGXK6UISXhjoI1o/s320/Futbol+game-+Euro+champions+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341006109137737218" border="0" /></a>People starting to arrive to the plaze <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrTjUFKVl4U4y-W9vAajVaSmeaVNtn_Y-_wCG_Ce8t5eYlX9Ds3A8paK_xhYzUNKv-hjW_DvzXsjHx-kJ0lsIJ0CYvlRrniVQfymefT-EEeRlZl23v-aWmC6hDXS2TlYGSOQL9XmTHf1A/s1600-h/Futbol+game-+Euro+champions+005.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 223px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrTjUFKVl4U4y-W9vAajVaSmeaVNtn_Y-_wCG_Ce8t5eYlX9Ds3A8paK_xhYzUNKv-hjW_DvzXsjHx-kJ0lsIJ0CYvlRrniVQfymefT-EEeRlZl23v-aWmC6hDXS2TlYGSOQL9XmTHf1A/s320/Futbol+game-+Euro+champions+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341010185582442354" border="0" /></a>The chanting &amp; Fireworks begin <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLsNB5Zrkzs-ODoiClNwBDdjY_9ktPIQmDelmiHzBvWe-K1hzgMfCR9nSmSslxtnUB7SkguMrCud3mfAfvd98Qo7d6oMsARgGly-5l2kxksyDCYhewhUIv1Dk9H3DAWiXay0Va4tKeu0c/s1600-h/Futbol+game-+Euro+champions+006.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLsNB5Zrkzs-ODoiClNwBDdjY_9ktPIQmDelmiHzBvWe-K1hzgMfCR9nSmSslxtnUB7SkguMrCud3mfAfvd98Qo7d6oMsARgGly-5l2kxksyDCYhewhUIv1Dk9H3DAWiXay0Va4tKeu0c/s320/Futbol+game-+Euro+champions+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341011482296779778" border="0" /></a>More of the crowd <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEyJpFD7ROQuABieh1v_xtEp_O8TQ4DBHqFplJ68a_R3e_XhOVoPisgOZJoSsSlZeNAfSzoNH7Da8IyFRVGYhapm_X0ULwwivyNXEJdGUR2f0ZcElHQx6Zn1cgXiX0MV9bDHWga71nEbQ/s1600-h/Futbol+game-+Euro+champions+007.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 216px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEyJpFD7ROQuABieh1v_xtEp_O8TQ4DBHqFplJ68a_R3e_XhOVoPisgOZJoSsSlZeNAfSzoNH7Da8IyFRVGYhapm_X0ULwwivyNXEJdGUR2f0ZcElHQx6Zn1cgXiX0MV9bDHWga71nEbQ/s320/Futbol+game-+Euro+champions+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341011489081204210" border="0" /></a>Kristin (new au pair), Brigitte, Chelsea &amp; Me<div style="text-align: left;"> This afternoon the team arrived back home...the game was in Rome. A huge crowd was waiting for them when they arrived. Then they were off to their home stadium. They were driven in a double decker bus with no roof on top. That way they could wave to their adoring fans. Believe me the crowd is in love. There were more than a million people in the streets to watch them pass by. Girls were crying, pictures were being taken and singing was occuring while these futbol players drove by. They were treated as if they were royalty. Again, I must say that I have never seen anything like it. Of course, it was broadcasted on tv and I was watching it with the family. Finally, 3 hours later the team arrives to the stadium. It is jammed packed with people inside awaiting their arrival. The palyers come out and circle the inside of the stadium a few times, make some speeches, more circling anf then it's finally finished. It would surprise me greatly if any of these players came out of this experience without a swelled head. They are given such a high status with the people that I think it would be hard for them to not think that they were the greatest thing since sliced bread!!!</div> </div></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmwetzel.blogspot.com/feeds/1387819603410281949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kmwetzel.blogspot.com/2009/05/team-barca.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583108624794977089/posts/default/1387819603410281949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583108624794977089/posts/default/1387819603410281949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmwetzel.blogspot.com/2009/05/team-barca.html' title='Team Barca'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04005463800607267928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbYD4ZIFMcJzgpjPXBupThM9J3ecqsDkKH0OxgqPPR9WviximJMeWUGcmzwOQ3b3KRF7chmuLHKKgCjaqGJ7kXCk1fJ-bEBXRTgU3b2rGHHYulsyvvh5Z5qUrpeRf4cw/s220/4370rt+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaX_x6u9Pv9sRfszUj8Vovo9F3ZZp6r6FknSsJ_Tyhu8TGQKpOy5T4urpSISU_Xag45P6R1cFA3bU2FYWwMUoh17iK-bsOSNVrszmGm4kdM1OSgY9DgpYLJNLegZCug0jhpMxIiNtxOcQ/s72-c/Futbol+game-+Euro+champions+002.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583108624794977089.post-477381137202067752</id><published>2009-05-17T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T06:02:52.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Circus Week</title><content type='html'>The Circus came to Reus this week. Well, not just one company, but many different shows were throughout the town. There are 3 main plazas and each had a couple of different performers. It was easy to tell the circus people from everyone else. First and foremost they look different. Most men and women had the very long dread locks and their clothes have a well-worn look to them. They also have this air of wanderlust like the gypsies. You can tell they have been to many places. They travel from town to town to put on their show. These pictures I took while in Plaza de Prim. This is not the actual show, but the performers practicing. They don't actually perform until around 7 or 8.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEukEIf1ulEYFpxBpIm8-ZLu06J7AIk0cYN7Wr0-g0rqB0bz6Pxd5QUdAd_L_KAg2opqQNKPMsSLJKxRZA3tNbgHuvhbLc2IvIo9RErjjyHhEz80lO_RNmxkIjjiNXBDjhOS-wC5JWRtk/s1600-h/Circus+001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 149px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEukEIf1ulEYFpxBpIm8-ZLu06J7AIk0cYN7Wr0-g0rqB0bz6Pxd5QUdAd_L_KAg2opqQNKPMsSLJKxRZA3tNbgHuvhbLc2IvIo9RErjjyHhEz80lO_RNmxkIjjiNXBDjhOS-wC5JWRtk/s320/Circus+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336772361937399298" border="0" /></a> This girl is really flexible. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVyN3DT3XgmUi_RpkeeaD-NIM7XK34WQZfg7hmDdpx_q2ia7NzEYg5NaQd6Dm6UxTBcXnD4eP8qtcfrRhJZY8JRWjfy3BCYJd_g7XVfACib7D4QfsUqrF__Kj81nXXQTQA_co5nx2ZEMA/s1600-h/Circus+007.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 162px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVyN3DT3XgmUi_RpkeeaD-NIM7XK34WQZfg7hmDdpx_q2ia7NzEYg5NaQd6Dm6UxTBcXnD4eP8qtcfrRhJZY8JRWjfy3BCYJd_g7XVfACib7D4QfsUqrF__Kj81nXXQTQA_co5nx2ZEMA/s320/Circus+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336772355696460706" border="0" /></a> You can't see it, but at the other end is a balloon. She picks up a bow and arrow with her feet and pops the balloon.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_YIKq8J3FyCALP1fNuDEYY3jfFf00BwfHoM1qhyphenhypheniP0jCQ4-zenwqFiZ-_8GZWhKYTKvHAZUur03fFMSbZBbRnHiIJOAcJhHEwELIFyfNB1GJU3htBflsIWInINhSjMu2b24ITQMS2MYE/s1600-h/Circus+004.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 163px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_YIKq8J3FyCALP1fNuDEYY3jfFf00BwfHoM1qhyphenhypheniP0jCQ4-zenwqFiZ-_8GZWhKYTKvHAZUur03fFMSbZBbRnHiIJOAcJhHEwELIFyfNB1GJU3htBflsIWInINhSjMu2b24ITQMS2MYE/s320/Circus+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336771084666961586" border="0" /></a> This girl got so much air. They threw her up from the right side, she did some flips and then landed in the armsof the people on the left. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEify7Epp-X0JXYP8FJc-TIuOEdgKB14t5nQHWgqiQ0nFX6iQDTP7eJs1J89GQsY8t3Jhn_FF7VpJx4CfQ0ySyEUFlvaSJe-MR8wRG7zwTdz-LVBTZYWT92o01liPJr6yHx9l-73S0RNhuE/s1600-h/Circus+002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 153px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEify7Epp-X0JXYP8FJc-TIuOEdgKB14t5nQHWgqiQ0nFX6iQDTP7eJs1J89GQsY8t3Jhn_FF7VpJx4CfQ0ySyEUFlvaSJe-MR8wRG7zwTdz-LVBTZYWT92o01liPJr6yHx9l-73S0RNhuE/s320/Circus+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336771082153923826" border="0" /></a> This guy is walking the tightrope. On Saturday night I was able to see one show. Unfortunately, I was not able to get any pictures. It was so incredible crowded. It was really hard to see. The plazas were packed. It made it difficult to walk anywhere. It didn't help that it was a Saturday when all the shops are busy as well.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmwetzel.blogspot.com/feeds/477381137202067752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kmwetzel.blogspot.com/2009/05/circus-week.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583108624794977089/posts/default/477381137202067752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583108624794977089/posts/default/477381137202067752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmwetzel.blogspot.com/2009/05/circus-week.html' title='Circus Week'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04005463800607267928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbYD4ZIFMcJzgpjPXBupThM9J3ecqsDkKH0OxgqPPR9WviximJMeWUGcmzwOQ3b3KRF7chmuLHKKgCjaqGJ7kXCk1fJ-bEBXRTgU3b2rGHHYulsyvvh5Z5qUrpeRf4cw/s220/4370rt+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEukEIf1ulEYFpxBpIm8-ZLu06J7AIk0cYN7Wr0-g0rqB0bz6Pxd5QUdAd_L_KAg2opqQNKPMsSLJKxRZA3tNbgHuvhbLc2IvIo9RErjjyHhEz80lO_RNmxkIjjiNXBDjhOS-wC5JWRtk/s72-c/Circus+001.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583108624794977089.post-4059826162306446638</id><published>2009-05-08T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T09:29:29.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Night on the Town</title><content type='html'>Yesterday morning I met 2 other au pairs, Brigitte and Chelsea, for coffee in Almoster. Brigitte is 23 and from Canada adnd Chelsea is 22 from North Carolina. They are both really nice, super friendly and down to earth. I am extremely grateful that we met. It helps to know people outside the family...it makes me feel less isolated. These are also people that I can hang out with when I am not with the family. They can also be my traveling buddies. I really didn't want to have to travel to other countries by myself. It will be much more fun to be with someone else. Tonight we all met up at a local bar in Reus called Portia...my first night out in Reus. It small and not loud. We were actually able to talk to one another. It was also not crowded. I found out tonight that things don't really start happening uptil about midnight. It is because people have late dinners, then meet up for drinks and around 2am do to the Disco Tech (or as we like to say clubs). These thing stay open until about 5am. <div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqMYJ8xBtXquOXB5G0dOfSjEqDRFR4Swm6fWtC2-SA2ICyOKB9I4MVw17biaVPcpv3iAv10VHOxhevmwbCwvPnGI9JZyDp7YLrZg80U2Paa7emHRsEuK4WaoryqLroGwQYLZPQOZ-QAk0/s1600-h/Portia+002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 159px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqMYJ8xBtXquOXB5G0dOfSjEqDRFR4Swm6fWtC2-SA2ICyOKB9I4MVw17biaVPcpv3iAv10VHOxhevmwbCwvPnGI9JZyDp7YLrZg80U2Paa7emHRsEuK4WaoryqLroGwQYLZPQOZ-QAk0/s320/Portia+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333584787368097314" border="0"></a> Me getting ready</div> I also met Julie, another au pair, for the first time. However, tomorrow she will be leaving . Her stay is Spain is now over. My part of Spain has a great little network for the au pairs. As soon as someone arrives you get to meet all the current au pairs. Then once someone leaves a new person will arrive to take their place. For me they will help me a great deal. First, because they can speak English fluently (major plus). Second, because these are people who already know the lay of the land and can be a tremondous help. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid8xloJXmSmioUDakdYE-TVE5OSb_r23JUtjUXa2xPCjNKyd9Oyun_B7JiUTVfPeMP9HulFfHgmP8R_dW4u12buPef7pZML68tauxlV2ZF6BpsVl_qT-xoSSuMVTGBjM_CExLqtLTdDQU/s1600-h/Portia+001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 158px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid8xloJXmSmioUDakdYE-TVE5OSb_r23JUtjUXa2xPCjNKyd9Oyun_B7JiUTVfPeMP9HulFfHgmP8R_dW4u12buPef7pZML68tauxlV2ZF6BpsVl_qT-xoSSuMVTGBjM_CExLqtLTdDQU/s320/Portia+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333584796425473714" border="0"></a><div style="text-align: left;"> Me, Brigitte, Chelsea leaving Portia</div><img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/TOSHIBA/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/2009-05-08/Portia%20001.jpg" alt=""><img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/TOSHIBA/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/2009-05-08/Portia%20002.jpg" alt=""><img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/TOSHIBA/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/2009-05-08/Portia%20001.jpg" alt=""><img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/TOSHIBA/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/2009-05-08/Portia%20001.jpg" alt=""> <img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/TOSHIBA/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/2009-05-08/Portia%20002.jpg" alt=""><img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/TOSHIBA/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/2009-05-08/Portia%20001.jpg" alt=""><img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/TOSHIBA/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/2009-05-08/Portia%20002.jpg" alt=""><img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/TOSHIBA/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/2009-05-08/Portia%20001.jpg" alt=""></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmwetzel.blogspot.com/feeds/4059826162306446638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kmwetzel.blogspot.com/2009/05/night-on-town.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583108624794977089/posts/default/4059826162306446638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583108624794977089/posts/default/4059826162306446638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmwetzel.blogspot.com/2009/05/night-on-town.html' title='Night on the Town'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04005463800607267928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbYD4ZIFMcJzgpjPXBupThM9J3ecqsDkKH0OxgqPPR9WviximJMeWUGcmzwOQ3b3KRF7chmuLHKKgCjaqGJ7kXCk1fJ-bEBXRTgU3b2rGHHYulsyvvh5Z5qUrpeRf4cw/s220/4370rt+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqMYJ8xBtXquOXB5G0dOfSjEqDRFR4Swm6fWtC2-SA2ICyOKB9I4MVw17biaVPcpv3iAv10VHOxhevmwbCwvPnGI9JZyDp7YLrZg80U2Paa7emHRsEuK4WaoryqLroGwQYLZPQOZ-QAk0/s72-c/Portia+002.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583108624794977089.post-4992883284001611342</id><published>2009-05-05T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T14:30:41.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Around the Town</title><content type='html'>Over the weekend I went sightseeing with the family. Thursday and Friday were a holiday for students and workers. Don't ask me what the holiday was for because I have no idea. I asked the Mom and she just said it was a holiday...so there you have it. Friday we went to the Sea (not the ocean, but the Mediterranean Sea) and walked the boardwalk. Everyone was out because it was a nice, sunny day plus a holiday. There was no parking whatsoever. It reminded me of our beaches. It took a good 15min to find a spot. However, on the sand they have lounge chairs set-up for people. It's like Cancun all over again. We definitely need to add this to our beaches. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHS2R0TqPD690qn2rTZImmc-RRV6w05fxBmSe3Dhdjw_1j8MXoP39IfzKmScAjTJ7nekWKb0DuQsNZL-V01O72Q6QY3AykBSOSxBKteYGhkCW_GnY0dP74ApOdVqQZjI_54KofKB3d0lo/s1600-h/downtown+Reus.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 186px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHS2R0TqPD690qn2rTZImmc-RRV6w05fxBmSe3Dhdjw_1j8MXoP39IfzKmScAjTJ7nekWKb0DuQsNZL-V01O72Q6QY3AykBSOSxBKteYGhkCW_GnY0dP74ApOdVqQZjI_54KofKB3d0lo/s320/downtown+Reus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332453385593835218" border="0" /></a>Saturday I went to downtown Reus. There are shops up and down the streets. Apparently, Saturday is the day to see and be seen. Everyone was out and the shops were very crowded. Sunday everything is closed. i also found out that during the week the shops close mid-day for 3 hours. Plus things seem to close down around 7pm. What a life!! Too bad we don't do this in Americia. No wonder people are less stress here. I really enjoyed the atmosphere. It was like everything I imagined when I thought of Europe. The town is small and everything is very close together...from the shops to the church. Above all the shops are apartments. Some are very old looking with some great architecture.<span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span></content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmwetzel.blogspot.com/feeds/4992883284001611342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kmwetzel.blogspot.com/2009/05/around-town.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583108624794977089/posts/default/4992883284001611342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583108624794977089/posts/default/4992883284001611342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmwetzel.blogspot.com/2009/05/around-town.html' title='Around the Town'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04005463800607267928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbYD4ZIFMcJzgpjPXBupThM9J3ecqsDkKH0OxgqPPR9WviximJMeWUGcmzwOQ3b3KRF7chmuLHKKgCjaqGJ7kXCk1fJ-bEBXRTgU3b2rGHHYulsyvvh5Z5qUrpeRf4cw/s220/4370rt+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHS2R0TqPD690qn2rTZImmc-RRV6w05fxBmSe3Dhdjw_1j8MXoP39IfzKmScAjTJ7nekWKb0DuQsNZL-V01O72Q6QY3AykBSOSxBKteYGhkCW_GnY0dP74ApOdVqQZjI_54KofKB3d0lo/s72-c/downtown+Reus.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583108624794977089.post-1483427884954909862</id><published>2009-05-01T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T08:23:56.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Here</title><content type='html'><div><div> Well, I arrived safe and sound to Spain on Wednesday. There were a few bumps along the way, but I survived. For instance, I almost missed my connecting flight in London. I had to take a 10min shuttle to my terminal. Heathrow airport is gigantic. Plus people there drive on the wrong side of the road. Very strange!! When I arrived in Barcelona my luggage was no where to be found. Apparently, it was all in London. :( Thankfully, the airport was able to ship it to the house the very next day. I must say I was a little worried it wouldn't arrive...then I would be without all my clothes and toilettries. Not something I wanted to happen. The family is amazing. They are all very nice and friendly. They treat me as if I am part of the family. The house is beautiful. I have my own room with a great view. Below is a picture of what I get to wake-up to everyday. The beach is very close. Today we went to to a close town that is by the water. We took a leisurely walk along the boardwalk. Everyone was out because there is a holiday today.</div><div> </div><div> </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330875468264401874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Z7CreUFmp3q9BGFCVw5ZkOgbkvgwV2a6LSOvu40UYWd1HJ3yPHdnShuCxkJlbt37jmuMt8V_8xAxMR-aeY7LKVH0ybwIYUyDf4ZDgfR-3nQlwojef3P8RY9Choj8CVl-tbIdDOLqULQ/s320/room-pic.jpg" border="0" /> My Room<div></div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330872995369562066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZTb4-MKf5pj8z-GZDfu18gHOEdH6hDIJ7UosgGZxbUC_x6kvf8hANC9Bwd11deyMPC8ykYuCfOW4M0p1Ers3SpEv3oXDAP9LKJtqjFOesCkRxqs_oAXc1lZmaiWdrbHWgPcfId4yC_J4/s320/View-pic.jpg" border="0" /></div></div> My View</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kmwetzel.blogspot.com/feeds/1483427884954909862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kmwetzel.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-here.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583108624794977089/posts/default/1483427884954909862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2583108624794977089/posts/default/1483427884954909862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kmwetzel.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-here.html' title='I'm Here'/><author><name>Kelly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04005463800607267928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbYD4ZIFMcJzgpjPXBupThM9J3ecqsDkKH0OxgqPPR9WviximJMeWUGcmzwOQ3b3KRF7chmuLHKKgCjaqGJ7kXCk1fJ-bEBXRTgU3b2rGHHYulsyvvh5Z5qUrpeRf4cw/s220/4370rt+2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Z7CreUFmp3q9BGFCVw5ZkOgbkvgwV2a6LSOvu40UYWd1HJ3yPHdnShuCxkJlbt37jmuMt8V_8xAxMR-aeY7LKVH0ybwIYUyDf4ZDgfR-3nQlwojef3P8RY9Choj8CVl-tbIdDOLqULQ/s72-c/room-pic.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2583108624794977089.post-8115524231287522071</id><published>2009-04-27T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T18:38:10.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Last Hoorah!!</title><content type='html'><div>Time sure did fly by for me. Tomorrow I will be leaving for Spain. I'm really excited to start my new adventure, but I am also a little nervous and anxious. I have never been gone for months on end all by myself, so it will be a new experience for me. The last couple of weeks I have been busy seeing friends and family before I leave. Friday night I had a mini going away party at Dave &amp; Buster. I was so happy to see those of you that were able to make it. I will miss all of you while I'm away. I will have access to email so please send me a message. I would love to hear from you. It will help me feel not so far away from home. I will try to write often so everyone knows what I am up to. 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