Castañazo Rock

Castañazo Rock is a one-night rock fest in the town of Chantada which proves festivals aren't just for the summer. Really, that's their slogan. But actually with the weather the way it was, it felt like summer anyways. Castañazo isn't just a nighttime affair. Early in the afternoon, it starts off with a song contest, which unfortunately we missed. Eight groups go around to bars, singing traditional (drinking) songs, and basically getting people excited. The concerts themselves are held under the covering of the town fair pavilion. Which must be why at random points it smelled like cows. Also before the concerts were traditional games, which were really successful. You'd be surprised how entertaining simple games can be in this day and age. Then there was the magosto, aka free roasted chestnuts. Yum!

At Castañazo, we ran into many acquaintances. Well, for my boyfriend it wasn't surprising since all Galicians know all Galicians (that's my theory). Especially those on the alternative scene. But personally I was excited when I ran into some ex-students! ¨What are YOU doing here!?¨ They were perplexed because I guess they still think I don't understand Galician. We spoke in English. Fruits of my 2 years teaching them!

The concerts started off with Poetarras, who I've been listening to more and more often. Their songs are mostly to the beat of popular English and Spanish songs, but always with new lyrics and a social critique. There's a song dedicated to the governor of Galicia and to people who say things like ¨I'm not a racist, but...¨ Smaller crowd to start it off, but good fun. Then there was Familia Caamagno, a very dancy band with a 50s or 60s vibe. The next group seemed to be the one that drew the biggest crowd: La Raíz. I liked their mash-up of different music styles more than expected. Later was Esne Beltza, a cheerful Basque band, which was cool because I doubt many people in the crowd spoke Basque. There were more concerts after, but after standing for 7, I was ready for bed.

Camping was in a school gym. When we had pitched the tent, they told us to leave a path around the perimeter so that people could get to the tents in the back. But late arrivals must not have heard those instructions. The gym was packed with tents upon tents upon tents-- getting back was like traversing land minds. Ah, another fun tidbit: the sleeping area opened at 3 AM. But that weekend was the time change. So they really meant the old 3AM, the new 4AM. People had to wait in the cold outside in order to get to sleep. Some even got desperate and tried busting the lock. In the end we went in and fell asleep to the drunken lullabies of the other festivalgoers.

The Real Black Friday

¨Black Friday.¨ That was the reply I got when I asked my students this past week if they knew which American holiday was about to be celebrated. Yup, consumerism is the only concept that spread. Obviously they wouldn't celebrate Thanksgiving here, but our specific Black Friday wouldn't exist without Thanksgiving to kick off the family holiday season. Regardless, this year the consumer's Black Friday fell on a truly dark date, November 25th, International Day for the Elimination of Violence Against Women.

During the month of November, throughout Santiago and the rest of Galicia, there has been an anti-violence campaign. ¨Contra a violencia.¨ Storefronts outfitted in black, with signs against gender violence. Respect my decisions. No means no, yes means yes. I'm not your master. I'm not your prince charming. Shopkeepers and waiters all wearing the same black, anti-violence t-shirt.

This campaign culminated on Friday. In the morning in the main Praza do Obradoiro, people gathered and received a t-shirt or umbrella with the contra a violencia logo. The mayor also read some astounding facts about gender violence. Like 1 in 4 victims doesn't report it due to fear. Or 1 in 4 women aged 16-19 suffers psychological abuse/control by her significant other. That is only the beginning, as we know. This year in Spain, 40 women have been murdered by their (ex) significant others.

Later that evening, there was an alternative protest organized by feminist groups in Santiago. I am bad at estimating, but I'd say there were at least 500 people. We marched through the old town, often filling the pedestrian-only streets. People stopped to watch us pass, and others joined. Some of my favorite chants were:

Non estamos todas! / Faltan as mortas!
(Some of us our missing! / The dead aren't here! *shiver*)
A noite e a rúa tamén son nosas!
(The night and the street are ours too!)

I'm not sure whether in Spain these crimes get more press than in the USA, or if they are actually more prevalent here. What's clear though is that gender violence has to stop. And hopefully campaigns like this--awareness in general-- will be what sparks that change.

Ye Olde Sidra Making

Although in Spain alcoholic apple cider is associated with Asturias or the Basque Country, I spent a weekend with my most Galician friends making it like in the days of yore. It was an exhausting weekend-long affair. And it will take a few months before we are able to taste the fruits of our labors. But this month I've been making alcohol faster than I can drink it (wine harvest earlier this month)!

Friday morning we headed out to my boyfriend's country home. I should add that in Galicia, almost everybody has an ¨aldea,¨ a tiny village their family is from. In some cases their grandparents still live there, but in others the house is empty and used for weekend getaways. (In this case, the latter) Close to our destination, we stopped to pick up the apple equipment. We both got out of the car, but let the cassette keep playing. A few minutes later *click,* the car automatically locked. With the keys in the ignition! Nooooo! It felt like a scene from a movie, with Bob Dylan emanating from inside the locked vehicle. Luckily, a mechanic arrived within an hour. We continued on our way, with some delay.

Climbing trees

To make the sidra, B bought about 200 kg of apples from a neighboring farmer. That was just the beginning! The other guy brought another 200 kg from the trees in his yard. And we spent two hours Friday afternoon collecting more. I bet there were close to 1000 kg! My naivete betrayed me as we went to a neighbor's yard to start picking. They talked about who would climb the tree. I, of course, imagined like at home, one would climb the tree to hand pick the higher apples, while the other two of us would reach what we could from the ground. Wrong. He climbed the tree to shake it with all of his might. Dozens of apples fell down. One hit me, as I didn't realize what was happening, haha. We repeated the process over and over again. So the strain of apple-picking here is in constantly crouching down and bending over. Also in sidra, every apple counts. Bruised apples, cherry-sized apples. All in the sack! Afterwards, of course, we had to lug the giant 20kg bags back to the car. I consider myself strong for my size, but after this weekend I realized I am the weakest link. I'm more suited to 10 kg sacks.

Apples, apples everywhere

After collecting enough apples, we spent the evening cleaning the apples. In the beginning, I was very picky with which apples passed on to the next phase. I tried to cut out a lot of the bruises, but then as the ¨professionals¨ reminded me, even bruised apples are fine for cider. Not to mention the amount of apples we had to go through before the night's end. Another chica came to join the fun. Admittedly, she is stronger than I am. But she lives on a farm! After the sun had gone down, we divided into two teams and started the next phase: grinding. This had a machine, but you couldn't just dump a whole box of apples in it, because it would get stuck. You needed to toss about 8 in at a time, and the machine would spit them out into cut up pieces.There was so much that we moved it with a snow shovel. By the end of the night, our assembly line had washed and cut all but 50kg of apples. Hooray!

To the left: the machine that diced the apples. In the background: apple bits!

Note she is actually sitting on the press

Saturday morning, B ran out to catch the breadman driving by on his rounds. So for breakfast, we had fresh queique. I write the name because the pronunciation is so similar to cake, it can't be a coincidence! Day two was more washing/grinding, but also pressing. For this we used an old fashioned wooden press. In the early stages when the metal bar is loose, we would swing it around to each other merrily, like a game. But then as the lid lowers and comes into contact with apples, it becomes more difficult. Once it got to a certain point, the guys would have to pull it backward slowly, then push it forward to begin again, like rowing. Of course, they were putting a lot of force into it, so to counteract it the other three would hold it down with all of our weight so the press wouldn't go flying. The other chica would even sit on the press. And yet, sometimes it would still tip in the opposite direction. Superhuman strength! All the while we whistled (aka sang in Galician and Spanish) while we worked.

On Saturday we pressed all the apple bits for a first time, and on Sunday we did them all a second time. Every drop counts! Surprisingly, there was more juice to be had. Although, obviously on the second day there was less and it was harder to get out. During each pressing, we had to change the small tub collecting juice at the bottom. That juice went into big metal barrels to ferment. We ended with 360 liters!! And it only took us four people and 56 hours!

Sweet, sweet apple juice!

Winemaking in the Ribeira Sacra

T'is the season to harvest grapes in Galicia! Here the vendimia lasts from mid-September to mid-October, depending on the year's conditions. This year I got in on the action, instead of simply enjoying the fermented fruits of the labor.

First, Galicians and foreigners alike boarded the viñobus and set off to the bodega (winery). The place boasts a stunning view, perched above its vineyards which go down steeply to the Río Sil below. Straddling the provinces of Lugo and Ourense, the Ribeira Sacra really must be the most beautiful wine region in the world. Inside we toured the winery and learned about the wine-making process. We observed workers manually removing twigs and leaves caught up with the grapes, before moving on to a machine which shakes out the small stuff.

After the tour, we got down to business! In pairs we were handed plastic crates and a pair of scissors. Some of the rows of vines were in a flat patch. But others of us opted to harvest grapes the heroic way: climbing down a ways to a steeper row! I partnered up with a French girl. Of course, everyone sampled the grapes we were picking. Delicious! After taking in the view and filling our carton up halfway, we called it quits. And we let the owner carry our carton of grapes up the hill. Hey, we're not getting paid for this!

Next was the winetasting. Our fellow tour members had a lot of questions. And the host didn't actually explain much about the 3 types of wine we were sampling as I had hoped, so my friends and I just zoned out and tasted the wines. One was aged, one was young, and one was organic. In the Ribeira Sacra, almost all of them are young. One year and done! (Whereas the wines in Bordeaux are mostly barrel-aged) My favorite was the organic one.

Astute readers will know that this grand wine tour is missing just one step. Yes, squashing grapes! After the wine tasting (who planned this order?!) some of us took off our socks and shoes and hopped into a big pit of grapes. The feeling was...strange. It was gross, but you got used to it quickly. Squelch squelch. To top off the day, lunch was included. Obviously. Because this is Galicia. Where food and wine always combine! And we left with another super Galician experience under our belts. Who'll join us for a repeat next fall?

Settling in to Santiago

It's only been a few days since some pals kindly helped me lug suitcases up several sets of stairs to my new piso, and I am already liking Santiago de Compostela. Of course, moving to a new city no matter the size is always exciting. So much to discover! In Lugo I seemed to know all the shops, bars, and cafés by heart. It happens. But in Santiago I have been noticing a lot more signs for activities that might interst me. Concerts and classes galore! And perhaps one of my greatest discoveries: an authentic Galician bar, where the cuncas (bowl of wine) are only FIFTY CENTS!

I went to scope out my new school as well. They've never had a language assistant, so hopefully they are left with a good impression of the program by the time I'm done. It's also bigger than my last school, which thus reminds me more of an American school. It's still probably half as big as my high school though, so it's tiny by American standards.

I have also realized that similarly to Lugo, Santiago is really just a big town. Maybe this is Galicia in general. Two degrees of separation. But well, this is advantageous even for a newcomer. Because I have friendships in Lugo who have friends here, I've met a handful of folks here through these connections. Which is way easier than just walking up to strangers and saying, ¨Hi I'm new here, will you be my friend?¨ (FYI: I would not advise doing that haha) This is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

Calentando Motores

The cool air and clouds announce: summer has come and past. Today was the first day of school in high schools across Galicia, although auxiliares don't start until October 3rd. I should be moving into a new piso in a new city this weekend, but until then (and since I got here last week) I've been living out of my suitcase with  Fani and Pitiña. After first arriving, I didn't really want to switch cities since Lugo is my comfort zone. But after walking around my new city and seeing all the possibilities (eateries to discover, concerts and activities to attend!), I am looking forward to it. Plus, I'll always have places to stay in Lugo Luguiño.

And here are some images from my summer travels that I never got around to blogging. I was just too busy!

Tractor shot from Festival de Cans. It's a version of the Cannes film festival, with a Galician twist! Iberian shorts are projected in barns, garages, and other outdoor venues. I'd been wanting to check it out for the last few years, and was thus as excited as a kid at Disney World when my friends Elena and Neil were willing to go too!

Elena and Neil on the Cans' red carpet. Note the hórreo in the background

Weekend in Sevilla with the girls. Nathalia and I flew down to meet two of our amigas who at that time lived in Andalucía. Wonderful weather. Loved the Moorish palace (they really knew how to awe with tiles) and the Plaza de España which has a small mural dedicated to each and every Spanish province. 

Viaje de Chicas II--A roadtrip across Andalucía with my two bestest buds Fani and Lauren. We stopped in Málaga, Granada (finally saw el Alhambra!!), and los Pueblos blancos, Absolutely idyllic.

A horse walks into a bar...

One of the Pueblos Blancos BUILT UNDER A LEDGE

In the Alhambra 

Paris

Now that I'm home for summer, I guess it's time to write about my springtime trips and adventures, which took up many a-weekend in April and May. I shall begin with the first of my weekend adventure: Paris with my cousin!

From a sign in the teacher's lounge, I thought the last weekend of May was a long weekend at school. It wasn't. But since my school is so great, they let me make up the day later on. I took advantage of my cousin living in Paris to pay her a visit...and see the city for the first time. After living in Europe a few years, it was finally time to see the City of Lights. Of course there is a ton to see there, so for the weekend I gave up my characteristic afternoon siesta time, and started drinking coffee. Since so much happened I'm just going to bullet point the highlights.

• Notre Dame: Usually I'm of the belief that once you've seen one cathedral, you've seen them all. But Notre Dame was actually very interesting inside. The outside, iconic. 
• The Eiffel Tower: The Parisian landmark is actually way bigger than I imagined. I knew there was an elevator (thankfully!), but thought the tower was just big enough for one large elevator to go up the middle. In reality, there are four different elevators which climb up the legs. We went up just before sunset, so we were privileged with two views: twilight and late night. From up top it you realize just how enormous Paris really is. Seeing dolled-up couples getting off at the restaurant made me wonder how many marriage proposals they see there in a day.
• The Louvre: So much to see, so little time! I'm honestly not a huge fan of art museums, but of course this was a must-see. There are some great pieces there. My cousin was smart to get a museum membership so she could peruse the art on a daily basis. My favorite section was probably the ancient statues. The Mona Lisa that everyone fusses about was not worth it to me. Plenty of other nice paintings from the same time, with less people. 
• Versailles: As a fan of old-timey royals and wealth, this was another must-see. It's just a short trainride away from Paris. My only complaint is with the way it's set-up. You have to go through 3 different check-points to actually get into the palace. Which means waiting. Outside! Aside from that though, it was lovely. The gardens were swell--too bad it started hailing while we were out for a royal walk. 
• Montmartre neighborhood: Nice place for a stroll. There are still a lot of artists there who want to paint your portrait or sell Parisian landscapes. 



Cousins in red outside Le Moulin Rouge

• Dining: Definitely took advantage of the wide selection of restaurants and food not available in little old Lugo. Most importantly, I ate a Nutella and banana crêpe everyday. Yummo! Aside from that we also savored French cuisine from Bretagne and Southern France. 

Here Comes the Summer

For us language assistants in Spain, the last day of May marks our last day of school. Meanwhile, our poor students and full-time co-workers are stuck toiling in hot classrooms until late June. Pobriños! But while most of my fellow language assitants enthusiastically celebrated the sense of freedom that summer brings, for me it was a bittersweet day. It was the last of my days at the insti máis molón de toda Galicia, where I've spent the past 3 years making friends with coworkers, going on Galician fieldtrips, participating in English bookclub, and every once in a while, actually teaching English to my delightful teenage students. As much as I truly loved going to work and interacting with all the special people in that school, I decided to try something new for the next year. Still Galicia (home!), but somewhere new. And boy did they give me a sendoff to remember.

I imagined there would be some sort of farewell activity, and the ¨surprise¨ was ruined, but I still wasn't sure what to expect Tuesday morning when we went to school in time for morning recess. Nothing was afoot as I greeted people in the teachers' lounge: ¨Kerry! It's your last day! You're leaving us!¨ And as I organized myself for the upcoming TREASURE HUNTS, the teachers disappeared and I was suddenly alone. What a mystery! Haha. Enter Yolanda, my co-teacher and good friend. ¨Let's go for a walk¨ she said with a coy smile. In the auditorium, were seated all of my students (+/-90) along with other teachers, and the director at the front ready to give a little speech. He said 10 years from now, if someone asks where I was May 31, 2016 I'll remember. And I'm sure I will. The lights went off for a presentation to the tune of ¨American Pie.¨ It started with ¨From Ohio to Galicia¨ and went on to include a slew of photos of me with students and teachers: eating, dressed up for Carnival, on fieldtrips, dancing. Basically the school highlights of this blog. And at the end it said ¨Stay gold, Kerry, stay gold,¨ a phrase which I had recently discussed with the director (whose book club is reading The Outsiders). Try not to cry!

Then they presented me with some gifts to remind me of my time there, although frankly, the presentation was memory enough. But they got me a ceramic palloza (traditional, circular thatch-roofed housing in the Ancares) and a t-shirt of the school saying ¨I was there 2013-16.¨ So cool! Especially since as many students have already noted, (band) t-shirts are one of my hallmarks.  After this little ceremony, I was asked to say a few words. I started by asking if they understood me if I spoke in English, which was answered with a rotund yes. Which describes quite well my job and joy: three years after hearing me babble on in English, they understand (not saying I'm the only one to thank, but it did feel like a nice payoff)! I told them thanks and blablabla and finished with a Galician, ¨vou vós botar de menos¨ meaning I will miss them. Nothing but the truth. It was met with cheers, as in most classes I refused to speak Galician or Spanish.

Afterwards, I had four gym classes. I planned two different treasure hunts around school for them as a special surprise, and actually had a little treasure chest of cheap Americana trinkets waiting for them. By now I was already overwhelmed, but on top of that in all of my classes we had pop and snacks! In most classes it was because my two co-teachers thought of celebrating, but in my favorite, oldest class it was the students' idea. Aw! And besides, one of the gym teachers gave me a mug of the town. And the other teacher gave toasts in both classes that made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. ;) Why on Earth did I choose to leave!?

Even at lunchtime, the specialness continued! I had class with my oldest students right before, and some who eat in the school cafeteria asked if I could eat with them. About half of the students eat in the cafeteria because their houses are too far away to go home. Teachers never eat there, so I was honored when the lunch ladies allowed it! They must've thought it was an odd request haha. Lunch was spent chatting with my students, and they even started chanting my name and banging on the table. Yikes! At the post-lunch recess we had our last meeting of English bookclub. The girls brought in cupcakes and even wrote me a letter detailing their past three years with me and apologizing if sometimes their class got out of hand. Oh, that's right, in my biggest and most ¨problematic¨ class, the class orator gave a speech also apologizing and saying that in fact they loved me. Aw! Then they proceeded to give a group hug with me in the center and toss me in the air. So by the end of the day, I was swimming in emotions, but certainly feeling the love! I feel bad for my future school...the bar has been set high.

Feira do Viño de Chantada

 I am going to have to find more Galician traditions if I plan to stick around, because in March I checked another thing off my list of Galician things to do: a wine festival! Surely they have such traditions in other parts of Spain, but since Galicia is known for it's gastronomy and wine regions, this is an essential Galician activity.

Chantada is a big village in Lugo, smack dab in middle of the Ribeira Sacra, a wine region cultivated since Roman times. Buses from Lugo are scarce (public transportation is my biggest solvable complaint about Lugo/Galicia), so my friend and I were set to spend over 8 hours there; arriving before noon and leaving at 7. At first this was daunting, because if we got bored of the town there was no way home early. I brought cards just in case, but in the end that wasn't necessary. For March it was a surprisingly sunny and warm day. Qué suerte! Obviously since we got there in the morning it was too early for wine so we stopped in a café. Afterward, it still felt too early so we strolled the little market stands selling food, clothes, accessories, and typical Galician products. It was bigger than we had imagined, I thought it was just going to be the wine stands and little else. But of course I had to know that the market salespeople would bring their wares to such an occasion!

At the ¨appropriate¨ time for wine (when is that, exactly?) we started by purchasing a wineglass complete with neck strap. At first we looked pretty geeky, but later realized how handy they were! Then with a standing lunch, we started sampling. You could get a glass of red (Mencía) or white (Ribeiro) for 2-3€. About 10 wineries had their stands under the main tent. They weren't normal stands, but giant, hollowed-out barrels. Nice touch! Over the course of the afternoon I have no idea how many wines we sampled. We started with some reds, but then I remembered I don't even really like red, and Galician whites are so delicious. The community band entertained with movie soundtracks and my new friend and I bonded over our first wine fest experience, among other things. We didn't feel the need to befriend other festivalgoers, although everyone was friendly and merry. There was even a free wine judging, where you sampled 20 different brands and voted on them. This started later in the afternoon, and neither of us actually finished. Too many reds. But never too much wine.

Bestie Time (Uviéu)

The last Friday of February, I was talking with my best friend, who I hadn't seen in the flesh since December. That was last year! She perhaps jokingly suggested we meet up that same weekend in the middle: Asturias. I took her up on that offer, a spur-of-the-moment trip to Oviedo/Uviéu. The back story is we had been there a year and a half ago, except since it was rainy and things were closed, we didn't see much. We didn't even see the cathedral! Or go to the sidra street! Since then, I've been to Oviedo a few times with my friend as a tourguide, so this time I felt prepared to give my own tour. But for those who have had me as a tourguide, they know it's not really my calling. Whether it's oversimplifying the translation to English, or just forgetting the importance of certain buildings, tours just aren't my forte. But I tried.

Saturday morning we arrived on separate buses to Oviedo. By this time I had a good idea of how to get us to the real center. We caught up while having breakfast at a confitería were the señoras of Oviedo go, apparently. We are the future señoras of Spain! Then we headed to the center area with the old and new markets and city hall. I recognized the area from a visit with my parents last year, but could only remember two measly facts about the place. Funnily enough, we ran into my only friend from Oviedo who was able to tell Lauren some fun facts (and remind me of them, of course). Then Lauren and I strolled some more, enjoying the lovely architecture. Lunch included fabada (Asturian bean stew).

Hola, cachopo!

Feeling content with the fact that we had already seen more in a few hours than on our last visit, we went to our snazzy hotel to have a nap. It was raining, anyways. The receptionist thought I was Galician. Toma acento! Afterwards, it was getting dark, so we decided to visit the Asturian Museum before it closed. Nice, but we rushed through it. And then: sidra time. Luckily we went to have dinner before 10, so there was a table for two without reservations. Score! We knew we wanted cachopo, a big piece of meat, topped with cheese and then breaded. By big I mean for two people. I'm seeing a theme here with Asturian cooking--solitary dining is not an option. After dinner, we rolled ourselves out to another sidrería. Lots of sidra and lots of girl talk. The best part was getting to have a night out with Lauren and talk about every little thing, just like when we lived in the same city. After ingesting about 50 apples worth of sidra each, we were ready for a night on the town. And then rocked out til 5AM. Ah, España.

Lovely Avilés street

Sunday we set off on a little trip to Avilés at a surprisingly decent hour. That city is precious, I would definitely live there for a bit. It seems very calm since it's even smaller than Lugo. But the architecture in the center is charming. Maybe I would get bored, but who knows. Anyways, thanks to our handy-dandy personalized Avilés map we saw all the top sites. Trying to make up for all the money we had spent the night before, we had lunch at Burger King haha. Back in Oviedo we played the waiting game. We were exhausted, but had to wait for Lauren's ride back to Santander. So we sat for two hours in a bar like a couple of loons: drinking fresh-squeezed orange juice and practically falling asleep at 5pm. But bestie time was so worth it.

Rockin out at A Candeloria

Carnaval wasn't the only February fun around here. It was actually a jam-packed month, a welcome change from the cold and nearly eventless month of January. A Candeloria brought rockers from all over Galicia and Spain to our dear Lugo for a weekend of good music and Galician traditions. And since my regular concert companion Diego wasn't available the whole weekend, I was forced to import an Asturian rock festival buddy (haha).

Here I'm mocking Diego for wearing
a button-down, when I myself don't look
kinda preppy in a sweater.

Friday's lineup wasn't of much interest to me, although surely the bands were good for people with less picky tastes. They opened with Habelas Hainas, a traditional folk band made of all women. That got me into the dancing mood! Then there were two bands that are kind of hip-hop or techno. They were pretty good, but again not exactly my style. Then a loud hardcore band. Loud as in, we left the concert hall and I could still hear them through my earplugs. By 3 I was feeling pretty tired, so we left. Wish I would've stuck around for NAO, who seem like a good Galician rock band. But hey, at least we got to bed at a decent hour so we could take advantage of Saturday. 

Saturday there was a ¨vermouth session,¨ the Spanish custom of a concert before lunchtime. I was interested in going, if it didn't require walking all the way down to the pavillion and then back. Instead, we took advantage of the wonderfully warm weather and had lunch on a terrace. In February! This is not a drill! We also then checked out Lugo's 2 Roman museums, since last time my concert buddy was around we didn't see many tourist sites. We started heading down to the pavillion area around 7. Earlier in the afternoon there was a tavern song competetion, and I think we caught the last part of it. Terrific ambiance: people squished into bars with bands (tambourine and bagpipe) singing traditional Galician tunes. Delightful! And when the lights went out, everyone cheered. The party doesn't stop! 

The accordionist of Os Diplomáticos

At 9 began the concert my friend had been waiting 10 years for (según dijo): Os Diplomáticos de Monte Alto. Hard to describe their style...very Galician, lively, punk, funny. And they have an accordion player! Since my friend is a huge fan, we were in the front row. And despite the fact that he isn't Galician, he knew all of the lyrics which he sang while jumping for joy and basically having a meltdown. (Understandable--I would have reacted the same way if it were my favorite band) I was able to sing along with one song too...¨Gaiteiro.¨ Another guy next to us was also a huge fan, so they bonded, holding each other while jumping and serenading one another. It was a sight to be seen! The singer also got us all chanting: Trae tatuado toda a ronda da Muralla. Lugo! Lévote dentro! Lugo pride! It's safe to say Os Diplomáticos gave the most exciting concert of the night. 

Next came the hardcore punk band SA, which is too much for me. And that's when the power for the stage went out. Uh oh. So we were waiting around for quite a while. I would have been open to leaving if I weren't waiting for El Último Ke Zierre to play. I'm not their biggest fan, but they played a few songs I could sing along to. They're a good Spanish punk band. Coincidentally, I was standing right next to one of my students from the first year. It was cool that he knew who I was haha. Afterwards, I was ready to go home. I mean, it was 3, we had been there since 9, and I was exhausted. I didn't even have my siesta! By obligation we stuck around for a few songs of Zenzar. It was pretty good, and I'm sure I would've been into it if only I had the energy. All in all, A Candeloria brought a rockin' time to Lugo, which hopefully is equally fun next year!

Galician Carnival: Peliqueiro and Pantalla Sighting!

Now that it's Good Friday, I think I can properly write about the funnest part of winter: Carnaval/Entroido...40 days after the fact.

On Friday I went out with the girls. This year there was no group costume, unfortunately. I went as Pipi Calzaslargas (re: Pippi Longstockings) and was quite pleased with my outfit. I reused last year's red wig and only needed to buy the long stockings. Budget- and eco-friendly! It was not at all a wild night. I guess we're getting too old for that. Or just too tired. It's ok, I needed to save my energy for more Carnaval fun.

A few days later, with my other friends we went to the towns of Ourense where Carnaval is a big deal: Xinzo de Limia, Laza, and Verín. I accepted my fate once more of not actually getting to see the traditionally-clad revelers, since the schedule didn't include it. Foiled again! But, wait, we actually DID get to see them. Both the peliqueiros of Laza and the pantallas of Xinzo de Limia. OMG! (I swear, my birthday celebrations get continually better).

We started off in Verín, a bit before noon. But it was pretty empty so we headed to Laza. It's a little village that comes to life during Carnaval. They maintain old traditions (whose origins must be intriguing) such as mudslinging, ant throwing, and whacking with bushes, in addition to their local Entroido character: os peliqueiros. We arrived to the small, deserted plaza only to find the remnants of the previous mudfight: mud all over the ground, along with some scattered rags used to sling said mud. There were really only 3 bars in town, which wisely had covered their floors with sawdust. We went into one for some sandwiches and beers to wait for the next festivities. The place was packed, with a lively atmosphere. There was even a bagpiper and singer and a few people danced, squished into the square meter of open space. We also noticed other foreigners there, having a gay old time. Not much of a hidden secret now, is it? But good for you, Galician towns!

After an hour or two, it got less congested as people went outside, so we went down to the plaza to check it out. Around us were plenty of people, but few people were wearing costumes. Most were, however, wearing jumpsuits in preparation for the ants. Some people were even smart enough to duct tape their pants to their legs to avoid getting ants in their pants haha. As we were all waiting around for the action to start, we heard the dongdong of an approaching bell. The peliqueiros!! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES! People quickly made a path for them, since they run back and forth swinging a stick. Look out! Seriously, if you get in their way they will hit you. Hard. From my side of the path I was able to dodge them every round. Not actually running off was about as dangerous as I get. They did hit my friend though and her mouth bled a bit! That was enough excitement for us, and we left before the ants made an appearance. They were taking forever, anyways. But traditionally they aggravate the ants by putting vinegar on them and then they throw them into the crowd. Then, others walk around with parts of bushes and whack people with them. Although I wish we had gotten to see it, I'm also grateful I didn't have to suffer haha. Also, on the way back to the car, there was a peliqueiro on his own so I got a picture! Aw, yeah! The creepiest part of them I think is their painted on smiles. So they are mercilessly beating someone with a smile on their faces. Maniacal.

At our final stop, Xinzo de Limia, the sun was already setting. There were plenty of people around, this time everyone was dressed up, so we fit in. The pantallas have a totally different vibe. They carry around inflated pig bladders and dance through the street, jingling (smaller bells than the peliqueiros). They don't hit you with the bladders, but smack them together to make a BOOM sound. Also, there were a few little kids dressed as pantallas--adorable! So we enjoyed the fun ambiance and then headed home. But don't think we went to bed. No, no, no! After all it was Entroido!! We had dinner and headed out for a night on the town. After seeing so many costumes in Ourense, Lugo's Carnival was a bit disappointing. I mean, a lot of people were dressed up, but perhaps just as many went without a costume. Lame! We made our own fun though.

This year I also went to Lugo's parade of costumes for the first time. See, even after 3 years there are still Carnival traditions to discover! The costumes were super impressive. I liked that a few of the individual costumes were made from recycled things. And they were all so elaborate. I'm glad we never signed up for the contest without seeing the competition because, madre mía, all of the costumes were so well-done! One group of at least 20 people went as the Lion King. Disney should hire them to go on tour because it was AMAZING! They had all the animals and the costumes were just like in the play. I can't imagine how 2017 will outdo this year's Carnival.

The Return; Sola in Ferrol

After a lengthy hiatus, I have returned to ¨the blog.¨ I can barely keep up with my personal journaling, let alone maintaining this. So many noteworthy things happening, and I don't feel like sitting around to write about them. I should note that this Christmas I went home for two weeks. It was a great time to see family and friends live and in person, since it had been a while.

Back in January shortly after my return to Galicia, I went to Ferrol. As one of Galicia's Seven cities, it had been on my to-see list for a while, although people warned me there wasn't much to see there. But it has the sea and a fortress, which was enough for me. While researching a day trip, it came to my attention that there was going to be a tribute to grunge in one of Ferrol's concert halls. Nirvana! Pearl Jam! Alice in Chains! Oh my! I asked around, but not even my grungiest friends were able/willing to travel over an hour for a concert. But being desperate for live music, and not having many options in good old Lugo, I decided to go anyways.

Ferrol City Hall

Friday afternoon I went in a rideshare with two women from Ferrol. They were amazed that I was going alone--not because it was a dangerous place, but because I was a foreigner and it seemed like a random destination. Their surprise only made me feel braver. If I could travel alone for a weekend in a foreign country, I could certainly go to a nearby city where I'm actually fluent in the language. By the time I arrived, it was already dark (blasted winter hours!). I had reserved a hotel room, knowing full well I would be incapable of going home de reenganche (staying out until the morning bus back to Lugo).

After checking in, I headed out in search of dinner. I wandered around for about half an hour, taking in all of my dining options. I banked on a deal in a nautical restaurant: 6€ for a white wine and 4 scallops. Delightful! But I still had time to spare and was a bit hungry so I went to O Lagar Sidrería. Now, in Lugo we are spoiled and get a pintxo and tapa with every drink. I wasn´t expecting as much in Ferrol. But in that cider house were the Best 2€ I've ever spent: I ordered myself a white wine. Soon arrived the tapa, a small bowl of fabada (Asturian white bean soup). A nice tapa, like at home. After the waitress took the plate away, she returned with another plate of boiled potatoes and 2 chunks of meat. For me?! A two course tapa! But that's not all, because lastly she brought a small plate of ham! All for me! Incredible. Lugo could learn something from this restaurant eh!

Statue of their Holy Week parade figure

Around midnight it was finally time for the concert. For some reason I expected a big concert hall, but it was just a bar not unlike my favorite haunts in Lugo, except with a nice-sized stage. It started with a guy covering Alice in Chains and STP, then a band playing Pearl Jam for a long time, and finally Nirvana. Of course they saved the best for last! But that meant the set was quite short and they sped up the rhythms. It was a fun time regardless.

The next morning I did some strolling. I saw part of the port, but didn´t actually glimpse the sea. There was a bus at 11, so I decided to take it rather than staying for the day. Thus I missed some of the sites I had hoped to see, but I guess it'll be for another day...