Monday, 20 May 2013

I see French Bulldogs #travelblogger #bilbao

Blog 139/365: Photoblog

You know you hear of broody women who cannot stop seeing babies wherever they go? Well I seem to be experiencing something like that at the moment. Not with babies! With French Bulldogs. Either I'm just seeing them everywhere because I have a new found obsession OR practically everyone in Bilbao has an adorable French bulldog that I have to resist the urge to steal.

Here are just a small selection of the French Bulldogs I have come across in the last few months:

My first French Bulldog love - you never forget your first

He did lick my boob though...that was weird

I made friends with this old chap on the metro

We bonded, obviously


On Saturday I met these beauts
                           

Sunday, 19 May 2013

Who am I? #travelblogger #expatblog

Blog 138/365

The fact is, I'm having an identity crisis. For the best part of the last three years, and for three months the year before that, living abroad, being a traveller, being an English Teacher, often being out of my comfort zone and learning something new every single day have all formed part of who I am. At the end of June, I will leave Bilbao and return to the UK, and here is the scary word, indefinitely. And for me it is scary. I don't think many of my friends back home will understand that though. I find it difficult enough to explain how I feel.

One of my good friends, however, pointed something out to me over Christmas that I hadn't really thought about. I was explaining how I thought I would have to come home for an extended period to really get where I want to be career-wise. I was telling her how scared I was that I would get trapped in the UK and wouldn't be able to afford to go abroad and have adventures. She smiled and asked me how long ago it was that I'd first gone to live abroad when I went to the USA. I said it was around four years ago. She then asked me if I remember how scared I'd been beforehand and how I had come into the office where we worked one lunchtime and cried because I didn't want to go. She then said "Not that long ago you were afraid to go abroad for just three months and now you're afraid to come back. Think how much you've changed in that time."

The first module on my travel writing course taught us that even writing about our hometown or home country is travel writing because for the people reading it, it will be somewhere new and different (unless it's your Mum or best friend reading it of course!). I really need to start thinking of going home as an opportunity. As I said to a friend the other day, it will be nice to reconnect and catch up properly on all the things I've missed out on. Plus for Christmas, my best friend gave me a Rough Guide book about must-see places in the UK (it was a not too subtle hint that I should spend more time in the country!).

Last year, around this time, I saw a quote on facebook that brought a tear to my eye and I've been thinking of it an awful lot over the last few weeks: “You get a strange feeling when you're about to leave a place... like you'll not only miss the people you love but you'll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you'll never be this way ever again.” Azar Nafisi, Reading Lolita in Tehran.

I won't just be missing the person I am here in Bilbao but I'm going to miss the person I have been over the last four years. Maybe, though, I'll really like the person I'll be in London....

I'll miss this girl...

Saturday, 18 May 2013

International Museums Day at the Guggenheim, Bilbao #travelblogger

Blog 137/365: Photoblog

Outside the Guggenheim... eerie! 


Being naughty taking pictures of one of the key pieces of art


Do they know they've hung them upside down?

Andy Warhol. Also saw some Picasso! 

Thursday, 16 May 2013

On my travel writing course #travelblogger #writing

Blog 135/365:

As I have mentioned a few times I am doing a great Travel Writing course at the moment with MatadorU. What I'm about to post is my first assignment and after receiving feedback and revising it, I am posting it here for the first time. I hope you like it.

I am enjoying the course so much - I feel like it's a creative non-fiction course just as much as specifically a travel one. I am learning so much and can feel myself cringe every time I learn a big no-no, knowing it is something I have definitely done in the past on this blog especially. I have a feeling that one day I will look back on this blog and die of shame because I'll have progressed so much but that is the point of it. I'm still very much on the start of a really big learning curve. I can feel things shifting. It's exciting but it's like my Spanish - the more I learn the more I realise I don't know.

Today I treated myself to a moleskin notebook. It's only a notebook and I know I could have bought a cheaper one without the brandname but it represents something to me and it makes me feel inspired.
I have set myself a personal deadline of when it will be filled by. After doing these four chapters with MatadorU as well as a free creative writing course with OpenLearn, I want to write all the bloody time so I'm sure I'll meet my deadline!



p.s BIG THANKS to +Bryony Morris and my course tutor, Candice Walsh for all their helpful feedback on the assignment that I'm going to post now.

p.p.s Please note I am posting not one but two blogs today - I must be mad! 

My hometown in 500 words: Shrewsbury #travelblogger #matadorU #travelwritingcourse


Shrewsbury: where the hell is that?

Good question and one I often have to answer. I live abroad so I just tell people that I’m from the UK, not expecting them to have heard of my hometown.

“Try me?” they challenge. As they never do know, I say it’s between Birmingham and Wales, however it’s closer to the Welsh border. Situated in the rural county of Shropshire, the medieval town of Shrewsbury lies within a loop of the River Severn.

Ok but how do you say it?

There’s been a raging debate about whether it’s pronounced shr-oo-sbury or shr-oh-sbury for years – even by people who live in the town. I used to be a steward at the town’s Theatre and every single comedian who performed, made their opening joke about it. Yawn! My advice – choose one and stick to it.

Why should I go to Shrewsbury?

Here are my top five reasons to visit:

1. Charles Darwin was born there! You can visit his old school, now the town’s majestic library, or see the controversial piece of public art to commemorate him ‘The Quantum Leap’, which looks like the spine of a giant dinosaur. It caused uproar when it was unveiled (Shrewsbury folk do like a good old moan), but I think it’s pretty cool.

2. “Awww it’s so cute” says any American who has ever visited. And they are right, cobbled streets such as the wonderfully named ‘Grope Lane’, the narrow shuts and alleys, tiny independent shops and seriously old black and white tudor buildings epitomise the word ‘quaint’.

3. It isn’t necessary to visit New Zealand for Lord of the Rings! Tolkien is said to have written his ‘Shire’ based on Shropshire, which is not far from the industrial Black country where he lived. There are a variety of theories as to why. It could be due to the county’s rolling green hills, or that he heard Salopians (the traditional name for those of us from Shropshire) were all short and had hairy feet. I’ll leave you to decide for yourselves which of these is true.

4. I once saw an advert that said Shrewsbury is the ‘Gateway to Wales’. This is especially true for those who wish to visit Snowdonia National Park, which I recommend for anyone who enjoys a walk in the great outdoors . You can actually enter Shrewsbury over the English Bridge and leave by crossing the Welsh Bridge. Unfortunately, the boundaries between England and Wales moved so you still have another 8 miles to go before the border.

5. The Shrewsbury Folk Festival; arguably the best way to experience English culture, rather than fish’n'chips and Buckingham Palace. Throughout one weekend in August, you’ll see grown men with ‘blackened’ faces Morris dancing (traditional English folk dance), you’ll drink cider or real ale and eat Pieministers, the best savoury pies ever made. If you’re not able to go in August, folk bands play at the small but busy Hive Music and Media Centre all year round. For food and drink, pick up a Pieminister from the pub next to the train station, rather aptly called ‘The Station’ and try the The Salopian or The Admiral Benbow for the best range of ales and English ciders.

Wednesday, 15 May 2013

Gratitude to the Bilbao metro staff #travelblogger #expatblog

Blog 134/365

Yesterday I left my folder on the metro. I was gutted. The folder had EVERYTHING in it - my planning notebook, two textbooks, several pieces of students' work, lots of worksheets and photocopies and worst of all - my diary (agenda/scheduler for any US readers). My diary is my life and has all the details and information I need to function week to week.

It happened when I was on my way to work after having coffee with Sam in Las Arenas. I got to Berango and got off the metro. I was just walking down the steps when it suddenly dawned on me that my folder was not in my arms. I ran back up as I heard the 'beep beep beep' warning signal which meant the doors were shutting and watched the metro leave with my folder on it. All manner of swear words ran through my head. I wasn't sure whether the same metro would be the next one to pass through heading in the other direction or where it goes after the final destination so decided against getting on the next metro to chase it. No-one was in the office as it was around 2pm which is lunchtime here so I just had to go to work. My workmate Shannon called up a few times for me (she is fluent in Spanish) but it was too soon to tell if some nice samaritan had handed it in.

Today, however, I received a call from Bilbao Metro informing me that they had found my number in a diary that was inside a folder of English things. Hurrah! I am so glad I filled in the personal details form in the front of the diary, it definitely paid off. The best thing about the conversation was it was all in Spanish and I understood everything and she understood me. All that was left to do was go to collect it from the San Inazio metro stop where the main metro office is. I left with a big smile on my face - how great that they rang me up and it was so easy to get it back!

My friend Sam said this would never happen with the London Underground. I doubt it would too but we could be wrong. Have you ever lost anything in London and had it returned to you?