The Castle and Montgo

We actually got to go inside the castle on Friday, and it was sweet! We have lots of fun pictures, and I actually learned quite a bit. Our guide talked to us about the differences between the Holywood portrayal of castles and the use and construction of historical castles, especially focusing on how historical castles are built for defense, not to be a royal home. For example, you know how they always talk about using battering rams on the doors? That probably wasn’t very common because the doors entrances are built at right angles to the city wall. To get to the door, you have to walk next to the city wall, and there isn’t any room to back up and go ramming into the wall because the road coming up to the gate is fairly narrow and makes a sharp turn.

He also talked about how castles are built on top of each other. When you conquer something or come to a site that was previously inhabited, it doesn’t make any sense to destroy it and start from scratch. Your castle will be much stronger and the work will go a lot faster if you just build around and over top of what was already there. At the gate, you can see gates from the Moors, the ones who built the original castle in the 12^th C and from the various conquistadors in the 14^th and 16^th C’s. The Moorish doors are built in the shape of a horseshoe (Spanish: herradura which literally means “hard iron,” and is my new favorite Spanish word right now).

Saturday morning, Seth and Paul organized a trip up Montgo, the mountain that is right next to Denia. We were going to climb all the way to the top (minimum of 3 hours to the top), but when we got up, it was very cloudy, and we wouldn’t have been able to see the city anyway. Instead, we decided to climb to the Cova de l’Aigua (Valenciano for Cave of Water) which was about a 1.5 hr hike. When we got to the cave, we figured out why it is called the Cave of Water. You have to climb over a pool of water just to get in the cave, and once you are in, you are pretty much walking in mud. Around the corner and in the back of the cave, there is a part of the wall that is hollowed out and you can see a big pool of water about two feet deep that extends back at least twenty feet to where you can’t see it anymore under the rock. On the other side of the cave, higher up, you can crawl in between the rocks (there is about a 1.5 foot clearance) into various smaller caves where a channel was built to gather the dripping water and funnel it into a bigger pool which feeds the pool at the mouth of the cave. Just outside the cave, covered in a metal cage so that people don’t graffiti it, is some Roman writing. There is nothing there to indicate what it says, but it was fun to see it and climb around in the cave for a while. We also sat around, ate our sandwiches, and took lots of fun pictures while we were up there. We have one of “More bars in more places” which is five of the girls all lined up in front of the view of the city. Guess who’s the top bar?

On our way back down the mountain, we stopped at a church which was built next to the home of Pare Pere which is Valenciano for “Father Peter.” He is not a saint, but he is revered in this community as a very godly person who will pray for you whenever you have a problem. The church has a walking garden with twelve stations that show the life of Jesus from birth to ascension.

Unfortunately, my pictures from climbing Montgo are still on my camera, and I can't transfer them until I get back home and don't have internet. So, you're getting the story before you can see it. Hopefully, I can put pictures up as soon as I get back from Barcelona (on Monday).

P.S. Sorry about the weird auto-formatting. For some reason it won't let me change the font or make everything the same color...

Church

This one is fairly long and doesn’t have any pictures because it has more to do with daily life and adjusting to a new place and lifestyle than with going someplace extraordinary. However, I hope you enjoy it.


When we came to Denia, Maria Elena (that’s the name our professor uses when she lives here) told us that we should try to get as involved as possible in community activities. The church I am going to, which is actually a Baptist church, does social assistance work in the city, and this past Tuesday I went to help out. All of the ladies helping were between 40 and 70, but they are all really nice. The only lady whose name I actually learned is Rosario. She’s from Peru, and her late husband owned a yacht company that did mini cruises in various parts of the world, so she has been all over the Western coast of the US, Hawaii, all over the European coast, and finally has settled in Denia to retire. They told me I should come back earlier next week so that I can have coffee with them and chat before we get to work. Most of the people who came in to pick up clothes and food were Muslim women and children. They appear to be of Middle Eastern descent, but they speak Spanish like native speakers with the Denia accent, so I don’t think they are first-generation immigrants. Anyway, it was a very strange experience being in a church handing out clothing to people who were obviously of a different faith with no expressed interest in the church at all.


On Thursday evenings, the church has a mid-week gathering for a time of praise, fellowship, and small group study. It is held in their old building downtown, so it’s really easy to get to. Chani (a friend of mine from Calvin) and I went together just to check it out. When we walked in, we didn’t know where to go, so we sat behind a group of students. They didn’t look very Spanish to me, but we greeted them in Spanish, and they responded in Spanish. The girl who did most of the talking was Miriam. Most of them are from Germany (two are from Texas) and are volunteering at the Alpha and Omega school which our church runs. They are all post-high school and pre-university students. There is a group of about twenty students at any given time. They come for anywhere from two months to a year and they come and leave individually so there is always someone in the group who speaks good Spanish and a few who barely speak it. Hopefully, we will get to know them better over the next few months.


After Chani and I talked to them for a while, the singing started. I didn’t know any of the songs, but it was all praise music (complete with overhead projection ). One of the songs we sang talked about bringing praises before God’s throne, and while we were singing, I nearly burst into tears. It is so powerful to see the unity of the church when it’s doing what it’s supposed to do. There were people there from Peru, Central America, Germany, Texas, Michigan, various parts of Africa, and Denia all praising God together, and a good portion of them were speaking a second or third or fourth language or a very different dialect of their first language. Think about what the Church, the universal Church, must be like. C.S. Lewis has a piece in The Screwtape Letters about how the devil wants Christians to focus on the brokenness and annoyances of their own tiny body of believers that gathers in a building every week. He says that as long as the devil can keep us focused on that, we will not be able to see the Church: universal, sanctified, powerful, and Spirit-filled, working through the power of Jesus to build the kingdom of God. I was so blessed this past week to catch a tiny glimpse of that Church in a small stone building in downtown Denia.


After we finished singing, we went to small groups. Since Chani and I weren’t already in one, we got put into a group of high school girls. The leader is Anna, and Alicia helps her. Then there is Rebecca, Juliana, Andrea, Beti, Sara, Sara, Diana and Noelia, all between the ages of fifteen and seventeen. Alicia is in her mid-twenties and just finished her bachelor’s degree in biochemistry. (As an aside: We had a fun two-minute conversation comparing curriculum and enjoying the looks of horror on the high school girls’ faces while we listed off the many different types of chemistry we have either taken or will take.)


The church is doing a series on love, so that’s what the small groups are focusing on too. When we did the part about speaking in the tongues of angels but not having love, the leader used Chani and me as an example: even if these girls could speak perfect Spanish and explain everything in the world to us in Spanish, if they did it without love, it would mean nothing. We all laughed, but in a way, it was a good reminder too. Sometimes, we get really focused on speaking here.


Later, I was walking home, and I realized that I hadn’t felt this happy since actually coming to Denia, and I realized that for the very first time, I had felt included in a place. It’s not like I’m indispensable – I could leave and not come back and very few people would even notice – it’s more that I felt surrounded. I know the names and faces of fifteen different people there! That more than tripled my circle of people from Spain that I know. I also realized that if this is what the church is like in all parts of the world, I could move anywhere as long as there is a church there. I can also understand why people start attending church in the first place. Even if you don’t know that you need God, it’s pretty easy to know that you need other people, and the church can fill that need in a way that very few other institutions can, especially if you don’t have a healthy or socially fulfilling family situation. One last thing: I’ve also been realizing that when I get back home, it’s not going to work for me to go to an all-white church anymore. The whole diversity thing is getting to me, and I have barely been here two weeks.

Valencia

This all happened on Saturday, Jan 16 (yes, I am still almost a week behind)

We went to Valencia, which is about a 1.5hr drive from Denia. There is a bus that runs directly there from Denia, but we had a private bus that then also drove us around the city a bit.

Valencia is the third biggest city in Spain, and it has buildings that range from medieval to millennium architecture.

The day consisted of: drive to Valencia, see the train station, walk around the city and see the market, cathedral, basilica (where they were having a blessing of the children while we were there; there is a picture of it in this blog), roman ruins, graffiti, old medieval city doors, and city hall, go speed shopping, eat lunch, go to the aquarium and see a dolphin show (outside because it was 65F outside), sharks, belugas, walruses, seals, and the Red Sea exhibit (who knew it had its own ecosystem), drive back. It was a long day, but my favorite parts were the market and the aquarium (which is the biggest aquarium in Europe).

The market was very reminiscent of Pike’s Place, just add fruit, scarves, bread, vegetables, sweets, nuts, etc. There were venders everywhere and people yelling all over the place. It was really fun. My favorite part was the seafood though. They had everything: lobster, shrimp, mollusks of all varieties, octopus, live eels that they would pull out of the tank for you, salmon, tuna, and lots of other stuff that I didn’t know. I was walking around, and everywhere I was seeing these weird white things that look like big heart shaped pillows with frills on the edges (except that they are clearly made of fish flesh…don’t ask where my mind gets these things from). I have put a picture of them in here so you can decide if you agree with me. Anyway, Emma said they were octopi because they did have little leg things coming out the bottom, but they really didn’t look like them. Finally, I saw a guy who was cleaning something that looked kind of like them. I asked him what he was doing. He told me he was taking the eyes and out and getting them ready to be peeled. They are sepia, which are cuttlefish in English. He showed me how to peel them and what they look like when they are peeled: white, heart-shaped pillows of flesh with flesh frills. Now I know, and you do, too.

My other favorite part was the aquarium. The aquarium is part of a section of the city that they call “Ciudad de las artes y ciencias” which is: “City of the arts and sciences.” Basically, the river overflowed so much that the city decided to reroute it. Then, they had to decide what to do with the space, so they turned it into a bunch of parks and built a center of the arts and sciences in it. There is a huge concert hall that looks like an egg that is starting to crack open. There is a botanical garden which looks like the rib cage of a gigantic dinosaur. There is an art center that looks like the back of a giant purple fish/whale that is breeching. And there is an aquarium which is mostly outdoors and underground, and the parts that stick up are very wavelike. Anyway, the architecture is phenomenal – very “millennium style.” We went to a dolphin show where the dolphins were lifting the people up with their noses and throwing them into the air. I had never seen anything like it. Then we went through one of those sweet tunnels where you can see the fish all around you. I saw an animal I had never seen before: Mola Mola – it’s a Sunfish in English and “Pez luna” which actually translates “moon fish” in Spanish. At first I thought it was a turtle swimming on its side, then I realized it had to be a fish and got really confused. I found the sign for it, but it didn’t really say anything, so I Googled it later. It is seriously the ugliest fish I have ever seen. It’s the size of a great sea turtle, has fins only on the top and bottom of its body, has this funny flowery looking stub of a tail, and a really blunt face. I could have sat and watched that thing for ages – it’s not very often that I see an animal that I have absolutely no memory of ever seeing before, or of ever seeing anything similar to it before. I love going to aquariums! Seeing an aquarium the size of the front of an auditorium and seeing all the fish suspended in it is so gravity-defying. It’s awesome – kind of like watching fire.

The Second Week

Again, catching up a bit on Jan 11-Jan 15:
Wednesday night, we went out for churros and chocolate. Churros are basically elephant ears in stick form: deep-fried, long pieces of dough that you dip in hot chocolate syrup. They are absolutely delicious! We ended up ordering too much chocolate syrup, though, and it is WAY too sweet to drink. They also have a menu with enough chocolate desserts that we could come back every week and not finish trying them all.
Thursday was extremely windy. I went out to the port which has various piers sticking out into the water. There was sand blowing across the beaches and up onto the road. It is really fine, white sand, so it was hard to capture a picture, but I did put one in. Don't ask me what the boat is doing sitting on the sand. It wasn't there the day before I took this picture...
Friday, we went to a reception in Javea (Valenciano spelling: Xavia). The head of their cultural center greeted us and took us to their cathedral. The cathedral has a lot of castle-like characteristics because it was used for defense against pirate and Muslim invasions throughout the city's history. It suffered a lot of damage during the civil war, and all of the interior work had to be redone, but the main structure is still the same. We were allowed to go up on the roof and take pictures of the city. In this picture, you can see us standing on the domes of the roof. On the way up, we took a spiral stair-case that had the slats in the walls for archers, and at from the top of the church, we could see the troughs over the doors that stick out from the main ceiling and have holes in the floor. This guards soldiers on the roof and allows them to shoot through the holes at the people on the ground. The bell tower was pretty cool, and we were up there on the hour, so we got to listen to the bells from the roof. After the cathedral, we went to the city museum which contains artifacts that they have found from all the various periods of history that this city has been through (Roman, Medeival, Muslim, etc.). They also had a more modern section on the top with old sewing machines, bellows, mills, blacksmith equipment, etc. from the 19th century. From the terrrace on top of the museum, we could also see the castle.
After seeing the museum, our whole group went to a restaurant for tapas (appetizers) and vino (wine). The appetizers ranged from mini-pizzas to ham and cheese slices to grilled fish pieces. It was all very good!

The First Week

This is catch-up from Jan 8-Jan 10, which was our first half-week and weekend here. The day we arrived in Denia, it was raining, and our host families were rather annoyed that we had to arrived in such poor weather. My Mama, who is seventy-seven and maybe 5', and her granddaughter, Elizabeth, who is twenty-five, picked me up in their car and drove me back to their house for a huge lunch. Denia is mostly one-way streets, so I got complete disoriented, and Elizabeth had to bring me to school the next day because I didn't know how to get there. Moving in was pretty simple with only two suitcases, and I spent quite a bit of time just sleeping and talking to my family. My Papa is eighty, and he pretty much stays at home because he has some back problems. Our house is right up against the Denia castle - in fact, the wall of the castle is the back wall of our house! The stones are whitewashed, but the texture is the same. It's pretty bizarre.
The first day of school (which actually was a Friday) was all orientation (of course), complete with figuring out how to get from our homes to school, taking tours of the city, and getting cafe bonbon (coffee with sweetened condensed milk, which is about the only kind of coffee I can handle right now). In the evening, we went out to celebrate Becca's birthday at a local bar (see picture of lots of people in a tan room) and discoteca (dance club - lo siento, no pictures...).
Saturday, we went to Torre de Gerros, a tower that is 5km from the city of Denia. We walked there, and it was a hike, but it was also a lot of fun. The wind was incredible! We were leaning against it and holding onto people while we walked up the mountain. In the first walking picture, you can see the tower on top of the mountain in the distance. Look at the Mediterranean! It's so beautiful! The second picture is us on top of the mountain. From left to right: Carissa, Courtney, me, Clara, and Chani. Yes, that's all "C" names, and we didn't even try! :) Behind us, you can kind of see the Denia castle just over the edge of the mountain. You can see from our hair what the wind was like. When we got back, my Mama couldn't believe that we had walked all that way in the wind. She thought I was going to get sick. So far so good, though, on that front. The last picture is of me sitting in the tower (we still don't know if it is actually ok to climb up in it...) looking out the window back at Denia. The view was fantastic!
On Sunday, we went to the Evangelical Church in Denia named "The Trinity." The music was very familiar, and people were pretty friendly. A couple of us picked up forms to be in the Gospel Choir which starts this coming Sunday. Hopefully, it will go really well. I will write more soon on last week/weekend. I hope you are all doing well!
Much love!

Mailing Address and House Pics

My mailing address is NOT my home address. It is the school address, and it can receive packages. Please use US Mail because packages sent by other postal services may be held for customs.

c/o Carlos Torres Garcia
U.N.E.D.
Plaza Jaime I, s/n
03700 Denia (Alicante)
Spain

This is a picture of my room. I'm not sharing it with anyone, but it does have two beds, both of which are too short for me. Oh well, that's pretty much normal.

This is the westward view from my window. The blue dome you can see is from the Cathedral that is on the other side of the plaza from our block.

This is the view to the south from the plaza. My house is not visible, but to see it you would look directly to your left. The cathedral is barely visible on the right. The mountain that you can see is "Montgo" and the city is basically at the foot of it. The church that I have been attending is part way up the mountain. That's all for now. We have already been here almost two weeks, so I will have to play catch up over the course of this week with pictures from Torre de Gerros, Javea, Valencia, churros y chocolate, and the super windy day, but hopefully I will be caught up soon.

Hola todos!

This is my blog for while I'm in Spain (until May 20 with possible updates during my travels around Europe from May 20-June 10). I have no idea how much I will be able to write or how often, but if you want to keep up with me for the next five months, this is the place to look!

Enjoy!