Monday, October 4, 2010

A day in the life

Human Highlighter Suit Tally: 6


Lots of disconnected things to report…

Orlando, our porter rang our bell during the morning rush and chaos.  He told us that there was a big squash outside our door, that it had been there for several days and he wondered if we had forgotten it.  It was one of our pumpkin festival treasures and, as is our American custom, we had put it out there as a decoration, to signal fall, the harvest, Halloween, Thanksgiving…  I guess it’s not done here.  It is a lovely, green, lumpy variety.   See photo below.  The pumpkin stays.

Milo ate breakfast under the pig leg this morning—we are working our way through it slowly but surely.  It’s just become part of the landscape.

C.C.’s class invited parents to come in this morning for their Reader’s Workshop.  C.C. beamed as she showed us the books she’s been reading and told us how she know how to pick out a “just right” book.  She also read us a composition she had written about summer in New York City, which featured our creation of Hoover’s tombstone and early morning dino fights, as well as saying goodbye to Blanca.  A proud moment.

Then Alec and I went to pick up the kids’ and my official NIE identity cards—the equivalent of a green card here.  It looks very official. It says “extranjero” in big letters at the top, which means “foreigner.”  As if it wasn’t obvious the moment I open my mouth.  And our fingerprints are printed on the backs.  C.C.’s “signature” on hers is precious.  That part of Milo’s card is blank.

Short spell at the office, then a long walk above the city on the Carretera de les Aigues with Julie, a new friend who I connected with through an old student.  Then soccer practice and home.

C.C. did a skype test call to her teacher in Brooklyn—she’s skyping the whole class tomorrow and is really excited about it.  Minor grumbling over homework, reading and bed.  Good night!

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Sunday, October 3, 2010

Sitges

Human Highlighter Suit Tally:  6


Last weekend Milo announced to us all that he could not believe we had been in Barcelona for so long and that we had not been to the beach.  He’s right.  Given how much I love the beach, especially, and how beautiful the Mediterranean is, it is crazy that we have not spent any time there.  Last weekend was not an option, what with all the giants and human castles and fire runs, so we agreed that, if we got good weather this weekend, we would go.  And today, which dawned sunnily enough, was the day.

Many locals disparage the Barcelona beaches, although they look perfectly lovely to me.  But we had also heard a lot of good things about Sitges, which is only a half hour up the coast from here, so we decided to expand our horizons and go there. 

September and October have always been my favorite months at the Jersey shore—the light is a bit softer, the air sharper, the shadows longer.  And there are fewer people.  It felt a lot like that today in Sitges,  We parked right at the beach and rented chairs and an umbrella.  The kids ran straight into the sea, which was lovely and calm, perfect for them.  They could walk and walk and walk without the water getting much deeper.  C.C. found a cuttlefish bone for her collection, and Milo dove and dove and dove over the small waves. 

The sound of the water and the warmth of the sun lulled me into a deep relaxation.  Finally I roused myself to go into the water with the kids.  A bit chilly at first, but it felt good once I submerged myself and floated around on my back for awhile.

After a few hours we rinsed off in the showers and headed home, driving first through the little town, which looks like fun to explore on another visit.  We have skype dates this evening with Blanca and Lois, and then C.C. will skype her friend Maddie in Brooklyn.  Sunday seems to be our day to try and stay in touch.

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Human Highlighter Suit Tally:  6

Turning towards autumn

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After our little rainy spell a couple of weeks ago the weather shifted.  In the middle of the day, it can be hot—you know those days when you keep switching sides of the street to be either in the sun, if you are too cool, or in the shade, if you are too warm.  You see people on the streets in t-shirts and shorts, and others in jackets and boots, depending on when they left the house.  In order to be truly comfortable for a large chunk of the day, you need to start out in a sweater or sweatshirt and then be able to peel down to something lighter.

To me, this is perfect weather.  I like it to be a bit chilly in the mornings and evenings, and to feel the heat of the sun penetrate my shirt in the afternoons.  The only trouble is that our clothing options do not offer us the flexibility the climate currently calls for.

We have met families here who came only with the 2 suitcases per person the airline allows you—and you have to pay for the second one, although somehow Alec got the baggage guy at the airport to waive the fee.  For the whole year.  They seem to be doing fine with whatever they brought in those suitcases. I’m trying to think…. Do these families consist of abnormally small people who can get double the amount of clothing items into a suitcase that I can?  Not really.  I wish I could give them a medal, or a certificate to hang on the wall.  I would not be eligible for such an award, and I am just fine with that.  (I should also mention that we met a family who shipped ALL of their furniture here—and they are only here for a year.  It always helps to know that there is someone more extreme than you are).

The fact that we did not fit everything we would need into eight suitcases meant that we had to figure out a way to get our other necessaries here.  We enlisted our friend Ann Sullivan, professional organizer extraordinaire, who has helped some of her clients with international moves, to give us some advice.  She gave us the names of two firms, and we got them both to come to our place in Brooklyn and give us estimates.  As per Ann’s instructions, we had put color coded stickers on everything—blue for things we definitely needed, and green for those we would take if it didn’t cost too much more to do so.  Note to self:  you almost definitely will not need the green sticker items next time you do this.  We had to choose whether to ship by air or by sea—an air shipment would arrive in one week but cost about double the sea shipment, which would take 4 to 6 weeks, or so we were told.   Our space would also be much more limited by the air option, which seemed like a negative at the time.  If we chose the sea option, we could bring all of the blue AND green stickered items.

We chose the sea option.  The shipment went out on July 21st, and with a 4 – 6 week window, we figured the worst case scenario would get our boxes here sometime around the second week of September.  We could definitely survive on 8 suitcases worth of stuff until then. 

In the end, we shipped 21 boxes. That’s right—21 boxes.  I’m almost too embarrassed to write it, and even if I tell you that the packing guys put loads of padding around everything and that it surely all could have fit in 15 boxes, this is still something that I am not proud of.  It seemed so minimal at the time.

It was not long after we were here that I started to wonder what the hell was in those boxes anyway and what we would do with it once it got here.  I was not walking around wishing I had this thing or that thing.  We filled in a few gaps here and there—some kitchen items, art supplies for the kids.  But not much.  Certainly not 21 boxes worth of filling in.

Until now.  For the last several weeks I have felt like one of those people the New York Times profiled a couple of months ago who committed to wearing only 6 items from their closets for 30 days.  Clearly, I have more than 6 items here, but the weather has begun to pose a challenge.  I have one medium weight sweater/jacket, and it’s bright yellow, so people notice when I wear it.  I wear it one day to one office and another day to the other.  My black cotton cardigan is constantly in rotation.  I wear the same pair of jeans three or four times a week.  A couple of days ago, Alec told me I would be seeing a lot of Norman the Lumpfish over the next few weeks.  Norman the Lumpfish is a drawing featured on one of Alec’s two long-sleeved t-shirts that are here.  And let me tell you, there’s not much sexier than Alec in his Norman the Lumpfish shirt.

It has been 11 weeks since the shipment and still no boxes.  We were alerted when they made it through customs in the UK at the end of August, and assumed that their arrival would be imminent.  Wrong.  Of course at that point the responsibility for the goods shifted from the US company we had dealt with in NY to the UK company that would get our things from the UK to Spain.  As I’m sure you know well from your own experiences dealing with far-away customer service types, when you get to this point in a transaction, there is a lot of finger pointing.  The US folks told us they no longer had any control over what happened.  But when we reminded them that we were paying them, and that they had created the relationship with the UK folks, they realized that perhaps they should get involved.  Not that it really helped.  The UK folks first went AWOL and did not respond to our messages. Then they acted shocked when we told them we’d been assured our things would be here within 6 weeks: “I have no idea who could have told you that!  Impossible!”

On Thursday, one day before October 1, we received word that our boxes will be here on October 13.  The kids are eager for their toys, and I will be grateful to have a few more weather-appropriate clothing items.  As for the remaining 19 boxes?  I’ll let you know what I find when I open them.

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Friday, October 1, 2010

Strike!

Human Highlighter Suit Tally:  6


On Wednesday, Barcelona had a general strike—the first in many years—so the kids had no school and we were encouraged to telecommute. I met with Manuel in the morning, walking about a half hour from our apartment to his in the middle of the city, and there did not seem to be much activity. No more traffic than usual, and most businesses had decided to open. I will do my best to read the paper today and see what the post-mortem is.

Given that we had nothing else we had to do, it was also the perfect opportunity to continue my birthday celebration!  I had not yet had cake, after all.  It was Myron and Raquel´s last day, so we decided to have a birthday lunch, since they were not around for my actual birthday, and headed up to the hills to a restaurant called Can Martí, that is near the trail where I walk, way up above the city. Lisa, Jaume, and their kids joined us too. Beautiful view, casual, and decent food. Perfect for the kids, who ran in and out the whole time. At one point an aging spaniel circulated under the tables, brushing against our legs and looking for tasty crumbs. Alec had ordered a cake from a bakery that makes old-fashioned American style layer cakes, and also sells things like liquid vanilla and confectioner’s sugar, that are difficult to find here. Almond cake with praline filling and chocolate frosting. Delicious.

It was another in a string of truly gorgeous days, and so we took a nice long walk on
the Carretera de les Aigues afterwards, going as far as a point at which you can see the whole city spread out below you.

We got home at about 6:30, and there was a Barça game on, so we flopped on the
couches and watched. C.C. made some dino videos and worked on a new animation
program I gave her—stay tuned for some animation! We were tired, and I was not
feeling particularly well—some stomach upset—so hit the sack early.

Myron and Raquel headed back to Vigo yesterday morning, and I think we were all sad to see them go. We still have a lot of pig leg left to eat!

When I showed up at my office on Thursday, the front of the building had been spray painted by the strikers—apparently we were nowhere near the real action.

And today, in a sort of supreme irony given that I have been doing more yoga and Pilates than I have in a long while, I wrenched my back in the middle of a yoga class.  I hope I’m not on the DL for too long, because it’s been feeling really good.