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		<title>Taryn Hawkins</title>
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					<title><![CDATA[home dulce home]]></title>
					<description><![CDATA[good to be home]]></description>
					<author><![CDATA[Taryn Hawkins]]></author>
					<category><![CDATA[Minneapolis MN, United States]]></category>
					<pubDate>Sun, 20 Dec 2009 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate> 
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					<title><![CDATA[morocco video]]></title>
					<description><![CDATA[one of my program directors, inma, did a lot of video taping while we were in granada, then made one big video of it.  take a look.<p style='clear:both;'/><a href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x48Nf-XpQvY' target=_blank rel='nofollow'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x48Nf-XpQvY</a>]]></description>
					<author><![CDATA[Taryn Hawkins]]></author>
					<category><![CDATA[Granada, Spain]]></category>
					<pubDate>Sun, 13 Dec 2009 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate> 
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					<title><![CDATA[el tiempo vuela]]></title>
					<description><![CDATA[sometimes erica and i feel like perry and mariolas children.  last night they took us to see a movie kind of on the outskirts of granada, so mariola drove.  this movie theater was crazy, so different. we got our tickets then went through and we were definitely standing in a candy store.  just candy everywhere, and popcorn and bags of chips, everything you could ever want to eat in a movie theater. so mariola went around and came back with a giant thing of popcorn, two giant sodas, three bags of candy and a bag of chips.  and so we tried to help her pay and she said no, in spain i pay for this, then you invite me for a beer afterwards. haha. so we go into the movie theater and its HUGE! at very least 600 seats in the theater and mariola said it was the smallest theater. what?! the normal theaters are three times the size of this one. could you imagine watching a movie with almost 2000 people?? and! we had assigned seating! even though not nearly every seat was filled, we had to sit in the seat that was on our ticket.  so different. i bet when the spaniards go to the states they are so confused.  also mariola told us that that its normal for the spaniards to go to movies once a week. hmmm<br>so afterwards we 'invited' them for a beer ha.  we had a lot of fun, and both mariola and perry said several times throughout the night that they wish they could meet my parents! and i wish that everyone important in my life could meet them too, definitely two of my favorite people in the world. ive learned more from my intercambio with perry than i did in any of my classes here.<br>side note..its funny to hear the english phrases perry is picking up.  i say 'so good' all the time and i never realized it until perry started saying it, everything in the world is 'so good' to perry. ha<br>mariola told me last night that my mother has nothing to worry about because she is taking good care of me<br>heres an everything happens for a reason story.  when i went to portugal erica was supposed to come with. then last minutely she decided not to go because her credit card stopped working and it would have been a hassle not having her money basically.  so that weekend was the weekend she met perry and mariola, if her card would have worked, she would have went to portugal, she wouldnt have met perry or mariola, and i would not have met perry or mariola.  so thank you ericas bank for not letting her card work the day before we left for portugal :)<p style='clear:both;'/>this morning we got up and our senora told us our host sister bought liz and i churros for breakfast because its our last sunday en casa. and then our senora started crying because she doesnt want us to leave.  bleehhhhh this is the weirdest feeling in the world.<p style='clear:both;'/>heres the eiffel tower <div class='borderedPhoto'  style='margin-right:10px;float:left;'><a href='/Photos/PhotoView.aspx?imageID=60069' class='photoLink' ><img src='http://img2.blogabond.com/UserPhotos/6876/300/Picture065.jpg' border=0><br>Big Ben!</a></div><br>]]></description>
					<author><![CDATA[Taryn Hawkins]]></author>
					<category><![CDATA[Granada, Spain]]></category>
					<pubDate>Sun, 13 Dec 2009 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate> 
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					<title><![CDATA[ten things]]></title>
					<description><![CDATA[each week we get a newsletter updating us on whats going on in granada and within our program, this week was the last one and it had something fun i wanted share...because almost all is 100% true. so thats the ten things...<br>other than that it talks a lot about reverse culture shock and what to expect from friends and family and LIFE when i get back in the states. its all pretty overwhelming and very scary! but here's the fun stuff :)<p style='clear:both;'/>10-you try to flush the toilet by pushing on the top and when that doesnt work you start looking for the string<p style='clear:both;'/>9-your friends cant understand why you call them 'agua fiestas' when they're tired at 3am<p style='clear:both;'/>8-you give each of your family members 2 kisses when you step off the plane<p style='clear:both;'/>7-you actually think about what you are going to wear to class<p style='clear:both;'/>6-you get extremely hungry at 3pm<p style='clear:both;'/>5-you eat boring sandwhiches<p style='clear:both;'/>4-you cant stop saying 'vale'<p style='clear:both;'/>3-you go unto mcdonalds and demand a cerveza<p style='clear:both;'/>2-you have to wear 'the patch' for 5 weeks so you dont go through withdrawls from second-hand smoke.<p style='clear:both;'/>1-you realize you have had the most amazing 4 months of your life and that you see the world differently]]></description>
					<author><![CDATA[Taryn Hawkins]]></author>
					<category><![CDATA[Granada, Spain]]></category>
					<pubDate>Fri, 11 Dec 2009 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate> 
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					<title><![CDATA[The city of [christmas] lights]]></title>
					<description><![CDATA[my lasssst trip within europe (FOR NOW) was to paris.  i went with my friends liz, catherine, sarah, sera, and kara, and we met liz's friend katrin there, who is studying in Gronoble, just outside of Paris.<br>we spent the first night of our trip in the airport, how fun. NOT. after that we swore we wouldnt ever do it again. we got into paris at about 930 and didnt actually get in and out of our hostel until about 430, almost a whole day wasted waiting for people to do their hair ha, ah well.  <br>this was katrin's third time in paris so she was able to show us around.  we went to the latin quarter (called that after the language, not culture) notre dame which was HUGE and so so beautiful with a wonderful christmas tree all lit up right in front.  we also went to the panthium...? ha, wow im good at remember stuff.. :\ then we went to dinner and ate the mos delicious cheese ive ever eaten in my LIFE and also i had es cargo!! what! can you believe it?? i ate snails! and reallly enjoyed them :)<br>then we met up with my friend sam, who is studying in paris for the year, and went to the eiffel tower.  its the 120th year anniversary so they had light shows all night so we watched one of them. so beautiful. i cant wait to show everyone pictures.<p style='clear:both;'/>the next day we took a walking tour of versaille.  that was pretty fun, a little rainy.  we learned a ton about the 93874289 king louis'.  that was actually very intereseting and we had a really great tour guide sooo the next day, we did a walking tour of paris with him.<br>but before that, we discovered a friend in our hostel room...a mouse, yep, and i asked the hostel guy for a mouse trap and he said. oh..you dont want to kill the hostel pet. funny, not. so we slept with a mouse for the rest of our time in paris.<p style='clear:both;'/>okay, walking tour of paris, also very interesting.  our tour guide is from new zealand and hes been in paris for 6 months and he is so so so intelligent.  it was POURING rain so i got my one and only souveneir in paris, a paraagua...an umbrella. woo<br>k so we saw the fountain that the lady threw her phone into at the end of the movie<br>we saw the arch de triumph...totally going to butcher the spelling of every french word, we went to a museum that has monet's water lillys, which were spectacular and we also learned that king henry was cremated, but he was put in a box that was put in a box in a box in a box...for 7 times and he was put in this building, but in the ground in the building, so everyone who goes to see him still has to 'bow' to him. so hitler went to see him, but refused to bow to him, so he brought a mirror and looked at him through the mirror, but as he was leaving his thingabob fell out of his hair and instinctively he bent over to pick it up..accidentally bowing to king henry. ha<br>the last day in paris was liz's 21st birthday.  her and i went to the louve, saw the mona lisa, which funnily is about 2 feet tall, and on the wall across from the biggest painting in all of the louvre, there are 35,000 pieces of art in that museum.  it would take three weeks of being in the louvre from open to close, looking at each piece of artwork for 10 seconds, to see every piece of art in the museum. SO GIANT! but it was beautiful, i loved it. funny story. liz and i went expecting to pay the 11 euro to get in, and we walk in and are extremely confused when we cant find the place to buy tickets so we just walk in...and for about 20 minutes we were just kind of laughing and wondering how we just walked into the louvre..without paying..and no one stopping us. turns out they're on strike, which we knew, but the museums had been closed, but for some reason they opened it up and just decided not to charge people for the day, que suerte. how lucky.<br>then we went to the eiffel tower again, but during the day which was cool to see, or to not see...there were massive amounts of fog so we could only see about the bottom half of the tower. kinda funny actually. but this is where my favorite monito picture took place, (get excited sammy!)<br>then lastly we went to..uhh.. montmontra? its a little area just on the edge of paris.  its completely different than paris, small and windy roads and a big hill with a beautiful view of all of paris.  we sat and ate a crepe with nutella at the top of the hill at a really cute little cafe then made our way back down, in the midst of a gazillion christmas lights. so beautiful.<br>and well whatdya know, our flight was too early in the morning, earlier than any transportation was available, so we spent another night in the airport, the worst night ever. not fun. ha.<br>then liz and i spent the day in madrid on tuesday.  we wanted to go to the reina sofia museum to see dali's stuff, but oh what luck, the museum was CLOSED! so we just walked around then headed back to granada.<p style='clear:both;'/>one week til home. yikes!<br>]]></description>
					<author><![CDATA[Taryn Hawkins]]></author>
					<category><![CDATA[Paris, France]]></category>
					<pubDate>Thu, 10 Dec 2009 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate> 
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					<title><![CDATA[THE best weekend of my life..]]></title>
					<description><![CDATA[yes, the best weekend of my life took place in granada.  all the traveling ive done has been wonderful, but this was one of the very few weekends i was in granada and im thankful that i was.<p style='clear:both;'/>the weekend started off on thursday, thanksgiving, although we did have class, weird.. we had an intercambio with perry, and we all know how much i love perry! so that was a good start.<br>then our program set up a reeeeallly nice dinner for us at a restaurant, one of the very very few in granada that serve traditional thanksgiving food on thanksgiving...some wine, turkey, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, peas, and...blueberries? ha, but it was delicious.  then for dessert we got pumpkin flan! yummyyy<br>afterward just about everyone in our group who was at the dinner went out together.  we were walking around looking for a place to go, a pack of about 30 americans, and a bartender outside of a bar offered to give us all one free drink if we went in, so the empty bar quickly became very full.  sadly, this was one of the first times i hung out with several people in our group, how did that happen?? but we all had a lot of fun<p style='clear:both;'/>on friday a group of my close girlfriends here went to the arabic baths.  they had 7 baths, basically 6 hot tops, but pool size-ish, and one cold pool.  they also had a tea room.  so we hung out and relaxed for a while, then got a massage.  that was so much fun and a great change of pace.  its nice to be in a relaxing setting where we can just sit and hang out together.  that night we went to my friend sarah's apartment.  her home stay is set up a little differently.  her and her roommate have their own apartment, and their senora lives in the apartment next door.  so cool. so for dinner we made grilled cheese sandwhiches, YUM! and we watched baby mama (THANK YOU MOM AND DAD!!!) while eating popcorn and m&ms.  it felt like home.  <p style='clear:both;'/>saturday we went to the Sierra Nevada.  unfortunately, yes, unfortunately, there was NO SNOW! sad day.  i was looking forward to making a tiny snowman in the mountains, oh well.  but we had the whole day to ourselves with nothing planned.   and since there is no snow, none of the skiing stuff was open, so me and a few friends hiked to the 'top' aka about as far as we could make it in the amount of time we had, then came back down. it was so beautiful.  we all had a good time. when we got to the bottom we had the best hot chocolate i have ever tasted.  tasted like a hershy bar melted and put in my cup. yum<br>saturday night was the best night of my life, no joke.  although i think its one of those things where i can describe it as much as i can, but no one will ever understand it unless they were there.  perry told erica and i to meet him and plaza nueva because him and mariola had a suprise for us.  they took us up  near the alhambra for tapas and a flamenco show.  (just a side note, mariola used to be much, much better at spanish than perry, now perry is much, much better than mariola, and he gives full credit to erica and i, how cool!) once we sat down at flamenco mariola leans over and says 'this is not suprise yet'<br>four people came out, two on drums, one on guitar, and one singer.  behind them was this giant wall about the size of a movie screen.  right as they began to play, a big..blind? shade? type thing started coming up revealing the 'wall' behind them.  turns out to be a window.  once i realized it, i was like wow..this is going to be a great view of granada. no. i was wrong...BAM right there was the alhambra all lit up. SO beautiful. never in my life have i seen something so beautiful.  and never in my life have i cried over something that i thought was beautiful.  it was one of the many moments ive had here that i just have to think about the life im living right now.  do you understand why we love perry so much??? <p style='clear:both;'/>sunday we were going to alquilar motos, but it was raining so i bummed around and did some tarea instead. pardon the spanglish.<br>but sunday night was the big futbol match!  we basically spent our whole weekend with perry.  him and mariola invited us to go to a bar with them and mariolas padre to watch the game. so we went to this little completely spanish bar to watch it with them.  so typical spain. so much fun.  afterward they invited us to their piso.  mariola told us that 'when' we come back, we only have to pay for our plan ticket and that we can stay with them.  they are so sweet.  its making me wonder how on earth i let time go by so fast here, and also how i need to make up for lost time.  while at their piso they showed us tons of pictures of the festivals that take place in the spring in granada, including semana santa.  every time we bring it up perry says to me 'you! dont cry!' because he knows how sad i am about missing it. GREAT night.<p style='clear:both;'/>so there it is. the best weekend of my life. filled with great people, food, and fun.  of course, it was nothing like i was able to describe, but i did the best i could.  i will most definitely be coming back to granada some day.<br>i still really want to travel more around the world, especially south america, but i know im biased now.  if i have the time and money to travel, i know im going to want to come back here...<p style='clear:both;'/>on another note, im headed to paris for the weekend to celebrate my best friends 21st birthday.  who does that...que vida tengo<p style='clear:both;'/>]]></description>
					<author><![CDATA[Taryn Hawkins]]></author>
					<category><![CDATA[Granada, Spain]]></category>
					<pubDate>Mon, 30 Nov 2009 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate> 
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					<title><![CDATA[the world is like a...kleenex??]]></title>
					<description><![CDATA[first of all, i did not go to fezna morocco? i went to fez, but aparently that doesnt exist in the blogabond world.<p style='clear:both;'/>so some more cultural things im learning from my sweet intercambios.  they dont really celebrate christmas here. they do, but its not as big as our christmas, which i thought it was bigger.  all they do is have dinner with the family on christmas eve.  the 5th of january (wow, january 5th is really what i meant to say, just thinking in spanish...ha) is three kings day.  and thats their equivelant to christmas.  20 years ago, papa noel, aka santa clause, didnt exist in spain. he does now thanks to coca cola! but on three kings day, the kids go to this one spot in the city to 'see' the three kings, and while they are there someone puts their presents under their bed.  and when they come back, the three kings left them their gifts.  very interesting..<p style='clear:both;'/>today we taught perry the phrase 'holy cow' and he taught us the phrase 'el mundo es como un pañuelo' the world is like a kleenex.  this is their equivelant to 'small world' like when you see someone you know in a random place, or someone you know knows someone else you know and you didnt know it. haha im sure you all understand.  <p style='clear:both;'/>perry gave erica and i a gift last time we met.  its a small button that says 'habla bien, habla andaluz'  which means, speak well, speak andaluz...which is the province? granada is in, andalucia.  aka, the lisp, and the dropping of the s and the d in words.  basically hes saying that we are picking up not only the spanish accent (which is not like the mexican accent we are taught in the states) but the andalucian accent too.  <p style='clear:both;'/>im starting to realize very quickly how much im going to miss my friends here.  not only will i miss the people in my program who ive gotten really close to, but even more so the spanish friends ive made.  chances are slim, but better, that ill see my american friends again, but realistically i probably wont ever see perry again after these next three weeks.  its a very weird feeling to have, seeing as i see him three or more times a week while im here, which is really more than i see most friends at home. weird..<p style='clear:both;'/>anyway, big weekend ahead.  turkey dinner tonight! happy thanksgiving by the way! and some people are putting together an american football game tomorrow, woohoo! and arabic baths, renting motos. and most importantly...the barcelona v madrid soccer game.  perry invited erica and i to go with him and his finace to a bar to watch the game.  someone compared this game to the superbowl, and someone else said every time barcelona and madrid play eachother, its called 'el partido del siglo' the game of the century.  im rootin for barca!<p style='clear:both;'/>i hope everyone has a wonderful thanksgiving, ive realized more this year than ever how thankful i am for everything/everyone/every situation that ive ever been in.  love you and miss you!! hasta pronto! see you soon!]]></description>
					<author><![CDATA[Taryn Hawkins]]></author>
					<category><![CDATA[Granada, Spain]]></category>
					<pubDate>Thu, 26 Nov 2009 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate> 
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					<title><![CDATA[tourist day]]></title>
					<description><![CDATA[This was the most touristy day/city we were in.  bright and early we got to ride camels! So so so so fun and so so so cool, but it was on the side of the road for less than 30 seconds and it walked in a circle. Ha. <div class='borderedPhoto'  style='margin-right:10px;float:left;'><a href='/Photos/PhotoView.aspx?imageID=66454' class='photoLink' ><img src='http://img.blogabond.com/UserPhotos/6876/300/Picture176.jpg' border=0></a></div><br>Also we got henna tattoos which were super fun! It should last about 3 or 4 weeks, so I might be able to show it off when I get back :)<br><div class='borderedPhoto'  style='margin-right:10px;float:left;'><a href='/Photos/PhotoView.aspx?imageID=66453' class='photoLink' ><img src='http://img2.blogabond.com/UserPhotos/6876/300/Picture223.jpg' border=0></a></div><br>Here we also did a lot of shopping.  We had to haggle, oh boy im not good at that! I didn’t buy too much because im just so afraid of talking to people haha but I did buy something for 150 durham which is equivalent to 15 euro, when he asked for 600 durham. But that’s about it.  Very interesting process though, they are all very secretive about selling and haggling…<p style='clear:both;'/>and we went to a leather tannery this day..and this is a picture of them dying the leather..very interesting and very stinky. they gave us mint leaves to put under our noses so we wouldnt get sick..<div class='borderedPhoto'  style='margin-right:10px;float:left;'><a href='/Photos/PhotoView.aspx?imageID=66452' class='photoLink' ><img src='http://img.blogabond.com/UserPhotos/6876/300/Picture156.jpg' border=0></a></div><br>]]></description>
					<author><![CDATA[Taryn Hawkins]]></author>
					<category><![CDATA[Tanger, Morocco]]></category>
					<pubDate>Mon, 23 Nov 2009 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate> 
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					<title><![CDATA[sally the camel]]></title>
					<description><![CDATA[This day was another intense day of culture shock.  Instead of cows hanging in the markets, there were camels..full on camel heads.  <br><div class='borderedPhoto'  style='margin-right:10px;float:left;'><a href='/Photos/PhotoView.aspx?imageID=66451' class='photoLink' ><img src='http://img2.blogabond.com/UserPhotos/6876/300/Picture133.jpg' border=0></a></div><br>So intense.  <br>Our tour guide brought us to several shops where we could buy rugs, steel, and spices.  Very cool, very cheap for what it was, but still really expensive.<br>There were also quite a few girls in our group that got..proposed to? Ha, for example… ‘working husband for you, you spend my money’ haha and my favorite ‘I will give you 1000 camels and a <a href='/United-States/House'>House</a> if you be my wife’<br>We were told that people trade women for <a href='/United-States/House'>House</a>s and camels…so bizarre.. that was also very eye opening…the way women are treated there.  Just so different, they basically have no rights to anything.  Even just observing while on the bus, all the cafes had ONLY men sitting outside,  there were very few women seen on the streets.  <br>]]></description>
					<author><![CDATA[Taryn Hawkins]]></author>
					<category><![CDATA[Fezna, Morocco]]></category>
					<pubDate>Sun, 22 Nov 2009 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate> 
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					<title><![CDATA[cluck cluck]]></title>
					<description><![CDATA[The second day we were in <a href='/Morocco/Meknes'>Meknes</a>.  This was our first taste of Moroccan culture.  It was so crazy, so different, nothing that I ever could have imagined or prepared myself for.  We walked through markets with kids 6 years old trying to sell us keychains and other things.  They followed us and followed us and followed us.  We would say no over and over again and they continued to follow us.  Very eye opening…<br>we would also walk through the markets and see full cows skinned and gutted hanging from the outside of the shop that was selling the meat, I heard several chickens getting their heads chopped off and feathers plucked.  Our tour guide(AMAZING tour guide) brought us to a store that sold traditional Moroccan dresses.  All very beautiful, the women there wore the most colorful clothes I have ever seen. I loved it! <br>For lunch this day after we were all finished we were told we ate lamb… :\ I just cant stress enough how I will not be eating meat when I get back in the US.  I can do it to experience the culture here, but once I step foot on US soil, no mas carne…<br>for dinner we went to a traditional moraccan dinner.  People who bought the dresses wore the dresses.  During dinner there was a band playing some awesome drums and there were belly dancers.  So cool and so much fun!<br>]]></description>
					<author><![CDATA[Taryn Hawkins]]></author>
					<category><![CDATA[Meknes, Morocco]]></category>
					<pubDate>Sun, 22 Nov 2009 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate> 
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					<title><![CDATA[big fish]]></title>
					<description><![CDATA[This is where we had our first taste of Moroccan food.  People rave about the food there so we were all very excited.  Turns out it is a meal of completely sea food, okay I can do seafood, but not if it looks like it was living 5 minutes ago.  No lie, my fish still had eyeballs and the shrimp looked like it could get up and walk, yikes.  Dessert was good though :)]]></description>
					<author><![CDATA[Taryn Hawkins]]></author>
					<category><![CDATA[Larache, Morocco]]></category>
					<pubDate>Sat, 21 Nov 2009 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate> 
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					<title><![CDATA[hercules?]]></title>
					<description><![CDATA[This is the first place we stopped on the first day.  It’s a really big city, its also where we ended up on the last day.<br>here we stopped and went to ‘hercule’s’ cave.  If you look through the cave to the water, it’s the shape of a man’s head, if you flip it around, it’s a map of Africa…completely done by erosion and other things.  The rest of the cave was home to gypsies for bazillions of years. <br>]]></description>
					<author><![CDATA[Taryn Hawkins]]></author>
					<category><![CDATA[Tanger, Morocco]]></category>
					<pubDate>Fri, 20 Nov 2009 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate> 
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					<title><![CDATA[uh oh sea sickness]]></title>
					<description><![CDATA[so we started out our morocco trip with a bus ride starting at 5am.  we drove for 5 hours to Tarife where we caught our ferry.  This is near where we were in gibraltar...where we could see Morocco from Gibraltar..<br>i thought that i would have no problem with sea sickness but boy was i wrong.  i didnt end up actually getting sick, but for the rest of the day i was not feeling well at all.  but the first day was mostly traveling time on the bus.  we got out a couple of times, but we were on the bus from 5am to about 7pm...<br>and im making multiple entries, again, for the purpose of the map]]></description>
					<author><![CDATA[Taryn Hawkins]]></author>
					<category><![CDATA[Tarifa, Spain]]></category>
					<pubDate>Fri, 20 Nov 2009 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate> 
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					<title><![CDATA[really spain?]]></title>
					<description><![CDATA[I have had intercambios galore lately and im loving it.  Today the intercambio that I do with Erica, took us to a teteria in the Arabic part of town.  His name is perry and he is my favorite intercambio.  Hes something along the lines of erica’s host sister’s fiancé…or some weird connection like that. But hes studying to be a professor and in order to do that, he needs to pass an English exam.  Usually with my intercambios I like it better when we are speaking Spanish because I learn so much, but with perry I like speaking English better.  The first time we met with him he knew nearly zero English, it was so hard to understand him.  We’ve been meeting at least twice a week since then and it is SO COOL to see how much he has improved.  It’s a great feeling to hear him use words that we have taught him.  He picks up on the language so quickly its crazy.  Every once in a while ill hear him speak three straight sentences perfectly and if I passed him on the street and heard him speak those three sentences I would think he’s fluent.  LOVE intercambios and I will be hunting for them in the states when I get back.  <br>Fun fact:  perry told us today that when you are with a group of people and then there is what we would call ‘an awkward silence’, in spain, they say an angel passed through the group of people.  Que chulo, one of the reasons spain is so cool. Ha<br>I also learned today in class from my lit prof that English is the language with the most words.  We have words that derive from just about every language, therefore our vocabulary is never ending…one of the hardest parts of learning Spanish for me is learning the vocabulary…no wonder English is so hard to learn…<br>Okay, dear spain, you are out of control, love taryn…<br>so yesterday was my first day out of the apartment in over a week due to my gripe a…because of this I missed a few exams, one being my culture exam.  So I show up to class and we have a substitute who is SUPER guay (cool) and then all of a sudden he starts talking about the exam, so I told him I haven’t taken it yet..and he said oh really? And I said nope..and he said okay. And hands me the exam to take…he proceeds to go ahead and teach class.  Full on discussion happening between 25 other students, while im sitting amongst them taking my exam.  Our grade is based on the grades of two exams.  It was no problem whatsoever for me to take my exam in the middle of class with him walking in and out of the class doing whatever he was doing.  This would never happen in the states, ever.  So weird to me.  really spain??<p style='clear:both;'/>off to AFRICA for the weekend! i really enjoy traveling...]]></description>
					<author><![CDATA[Taryn Hawkins]]></author>
					<category><![CDATA[Granada, Spain]]></category>
					<pubDate>Thu, 19 Nov 2009 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate> 
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					<title><![CDATA[so.much.stuff.]]></title>
					<description><![CDATA[so im sitting in my bed at 3 in the afternoon because there is nothing else to do on sundays...still sick... so i decided to make a list of all the things i want to get before i leave. bad idea.  theres quite a bit...it is going to be a miracle if i get everything home...ive already made a pile of the things that i brought here, that i plan on not bringing back.  they have those big boxes on almost every street where you can put clothes and shoes in that are free for people to take, i think i might be making a few trips to some of those boxes...im avoiding buying another bag because that would be quite a hassle..i think id rather have heavy bags than too many bags...oh man what to do what to do...]]></description>
					<author><![CDATA[Taryn Hawkins]]></author>
					<category><![CDATA[Granada, Spain]]></category>
					<pubDate>Sun, 15 Nov 2009 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate> 
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					<title><![CDATA[gripe a, siempre en mi vida]]></title>
					<description><![CDATA[i thought that after the whole argentina ordeal, i would be done dealing with gripe 1, aka swine flu..but turns out thats not the case.  i got really sick the day before danny and mike got here, then today i had to go to the doctor and they told me i cant leave the apartment until monday.  i was so bummed! out of the two days danny and mike were here i got to hang out with them for about two hours :(  it was still very nice to see them though! my senora loved having them over, and she also loved that danny speaks spanish! good thing for me too because my sick brain could not think in spanish.<p style='clear:both;'/>some weird things that dont seem to be so weird anymore..<br>street signs..there arent any.  some of them are on the buildings, but they're hard to find. its been like that everywhere we've traveled so far.  its been confusing, but now i just expect to be confused.<p style='clear:both;'/>the mean granadiño...the people in granada strive to be mean..its not a joke.  and its only in granada.  the people at the stores wont smile or say hi, its something they literally try to accomplish.  we learned this in one of our classes..theres a word for it, but i dont really remember it.  same thing with people on the streets, they bump into and they dont apologize...it was very weird at the beginning, but now im just so appreciateive when people do apologize...which are usually tourists.<p style='clear:both;'/>my señora moving my stuff..it was very bothersome at the beginning of the semester, but ive really gotten used to it.  i come back looking for my slippers and i just have to check three different spots everytime.  im not really sure why she moves them every time, but she does...oh well.<p style='clear:both;'/>profs swearing in class...i was taken aback by this the first few times it happened, but now im realizing that the profs here are just really layed back...two of my proffessors know english, only one of them is almost fluent..but he'll randomly start speaking english in the middle of a sentence then go right back to spanish.  its pretty funny though because usually the only words he says in english are swear words, not sure why. he says them in spanish too..just different, i dont think any of my profs in the US have ever swore in class..<p style='clear:both;'/>terrible internet...when im at the internet cafe my internet cuts out whenever someone else signs on, when im at the apartment it cuts out when the phone rings and when someone rings the doorbell.  its still irritating, but now i just expect it.  if the phone is ringing i just have to stop what im doing and wait until my señora hangs up the phone to continue<p style='clear:both;'/>thats all for now, im sure there is more, but again, my sick brain is foggy..<p style='clear:both;'/>i did find a new way to get to class though a while ago, and its the best part of my day.  i walk past a frutería, or fruit stand, and the owner has a huge husky...if you dont know this, huskies are my favorite dogs in the world.  so every morning on my way to class and ever afternoon on my way back, i  make sure i leave in enough time to stop and play with him for a while.  :) i havent figured out his name yet, but i hope to before i have to leave!]]></description>
					<author><![CDATA[Taryn Hawkins]]></author>
					<category><![CDATA[Granada, Spain]]></category>
					<pubDate>Wed, 11 Nov 2009 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate> 
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					<title><![CDATA[so happy to be irish]]></title>
					<description><![CDATA[Ireland might be my favorite place on earth...<br>the first night we were there we ate dinner at at a pub.  we were a half an hour past the time they stop serving it, but they served us anyway.  very nice people.  i also learned that they dont really say 'your welcome' in ireland. they say 'cheers' instead :)<br>The first full day we were there we tried to go to Dunleighry..(im going to butcher the spelling of everything irish...) but we got on the train going the opposite way, oops.  so we ended up in Howth (pronounced Hoat).  it ended up being beautiful! it was right on the coast and there was a pier and a lighthouse...just everything i pictured ireland to be.  it was actually raining and cold most of the time we were in ireland, but it was alright, thats my favorite kind of weather :) <br>then we went out for mexican food, that was delicious. later we went to a pub called 'whalen' which was definitely the pub that part of the move ps i love you was filmed in! so cool. :) suprisingly it was all locals there.  we were told that they dont advertise it like that so no one really knows thats where it is.  lucky for us :) we also went to a pub o'donahughs..that was also recommended to us by several people.  it was very funny, we were the youngest by far.  the next closest in age people to us were at least twice our age, but it was a lot of fun.  everyone in dublin is so friendly!  they even bought us a few beers :p<br>on halloween we actually did make it to dunleighry..but i like howth better :)  the weather was nicer that day though.  its kinda funny, we were told several times that halloween originated in ireland, and we could tell. it seemed a lot different from home.  people were dressed up all day! and everyone was talking about it all weekend. <br>we also toured the guinness factory on halloween.  that was a lot of fun.  it was basically a self guided tour of a museum, but it was interesting to see how the beer is made! then we got a free glass at the end.  theres a special way to pour it.  at the pub the night before we were wondering why there were like ten glasses of half full beers on the bar, but learned why!  that night we actually ended up staying in our hostel with some wine and playing games :) which was lots of fun.<br>the next day we decided to get a little extra sleep so instead of eating breakfast at the hostel, we went out for breakfast.  SO delicious, finally a breakfast thats not toast! then we did TONS of shopping and took a look at the famine statues.  they were very artistically done well, it was very cool, but at the same time errie.  they're a memorial to all those affected by the potato famine, and also kind of a thanks to everyone who moved to the states and canada during it because it helped build the foundation they have now.  <br>then a friend of mine who spend the summer in dublin recommended we go to a pub called porterhouse to get some strawberry beer.  so we found it and they told us they had actually been out for three weeks and just got it back at 5 pm that day. what luck.  and! a traditional irish rock band was performing that night too, which was SO SO SO cool! i loved it :)  annnnd we went out to eat at fridays :)  we ate tons of irish food while we were there though, which was a lot better than what i have heard.<p style='clear:both;'/>the first couple of days we were just so excited to be in IRELAND..but after a while we started to realize what was happening around us.  there was a homeless person on every corner.  and it was very obvious that alcoholism is a very big problem in ireland.  during the afternoons we saw far too many people stumbling around or passed out on the sidewalk.  one night two guys who were at very oldest 15 years old came up to the group of us girls and were trying to talk to us.  one of them had a beer in each pocket, a beer in one hand, and a cigarette in the other.  he had just gotten kicked off the train for being to drunk.  i loved so much about ireland, especially because i had the mix of such a wonderful experience and at the same time it was very eye opening...<br>i would love to go back]]></description>
					<author><![CDATA[Taryn Hawkins]]></author>
					<category><![CDATA[Dublin, Ireland]]></category>
					<pubDate>Tue, 03 Nov 2009 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate> 
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					<title><![CDATA[another cathedral]]></title>
					<description><![CDATA[maybe it was because it was the end of our trip and everyone was tired and ready to sleep, but i didnt really like cordoba.  it was pretty small and we just had a tour of the city and the cathedral...tours are nice sometimes, but we have toured SO MANY CATHEDRALS and they are all. the. same. and our tour guide didnt seem to thrilled to be doing his job either so im sure that played into it as well.<br>and we shamelessly ate burger king for lunch...]]></description>
					<author><![CDATA[Taryn Hawkins]]></author>
					<category><![CDATA[Cordoba, Spain]]></category>
					<pubDate>Sun, 25 Oct 2009 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate> 
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					<title><![CDATA[these boots were made for walkin]]></title>
					<description><![CDATA[on saturday we went to <a href='/Spain/Sevilla'>Sevilla</a>.  i LOVED <a href='/Spain/Sevilla'>Sevilla</a>.  its about twice the size of granada and there are tons of people and buildings and traffic, and yet it was quiet and chill. it was perfect.<br>we did a tour for about two hours and then from there on out we were on our own. a group of 8 of us walked around all day, we did the math and figured we walked at very least 27 <a href='/Australia/Miles'>Miles</a> on saturday. HA.<br>we also went on a paddle boat thing where you pedal on the gudavivir river which was so fun! we had very nice weather when we were there too.  we had lunch at dominoes..ha we've kind of gotten into a pattern of eating american food whenever we're not in granada. then we just did some shopping and explored the city. a bunch of people went to the fubol game saturday night which it seems like they had fun, they tied 0-0.  it would have been quite expensive for me to go slash the seats were in the boonies too. i feel like im forgetting a lot so if i remember later ill have to write again..]]></description>
					<author><![CDATA[Taryn Hawkins]]></author>
					<category><![CDATA[Sevilla, Spain]]></category>
					<pubDate>Sat, 24 Oct 2009 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate> 
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					<title><![CDATA[MONOS]]></title>
					<description><![CDATA[so i still am not 100% sure what gibralter is..but we were there.  i know its part of the UK, but thats it.  slash..according to this website it is also a city...? we drove up to the border than crossed on foot. a lot of the hotels in gibralter are built in the water...it reminded me a little of venice, but not really<br>so everyone there spoke <a href='/United-States/English'>English</a> and spanish, but they used the gibralter pound, which is different than the <a href='/United-States/English'>English</a> pound...we could use euros there, but we got gibralter pounds back.<br>gibralter is 6 square <a href='/Australia/Miles'>Miles</a>...very tiny.  its kind of hard to explain.<br>theres what the call 'the rock' which ive been trying to get the picture on here but its not working.  its basically a giant rock, and when we went to the top of it we got to go in these caves that were HUGE and so so so cool.<br>and the BEST PART of the whole weekend slash my whole love was this..<div class='borderedPhoto'  style='margin-right:10px;float:left;'><a href='/Photos/PhotoView.aspx?imageID=64495' class='photoLink' ><img src='http://img2.blogabond.com/UserPhotos/6876/300/Picture037.jpg' border=0></a></div><br>SO cool.  i got to hang out with monkeys...spectacular.<br><div class='borderedPhoto'  style='margin-right:10px;float:left;'><a href='/Photos/PhotoView.aspx?imageID=64496' class='photoLink' ><img src='http://img.blogabond.com/UserPhotos/6876/300/Picture055.jpg' border=0><br>monos</a></div><br>other than that we just toured the city..one of my friends got hit by a moto :( a group of a bout 5 of us were crossing the street and this girl on a moto swerved to miss a car and hit debbie instead. shes fine now but she had to go to the hospital in an ambulance and ah it was very scary...<p style='clear:both;'/><br>]]></description>
					<author><![CDATA[Taryn Hawkins]]></author>
					<category><![CDATA[Gibraltar, Gibraltar]]></category>
					<pubDate>Fri, 23 Oct 2009 00:00:00 GMT</pubDate> 
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