Saturday, 29 December 2012

Viva Buenos Aires!

I'm sitting in bed, mildly hungover, and decided now would be the perfect time to write my first blog of the trip, as Josh is distracted by a football match on TV.

I awoke on Christmas morning to my elderly flight steward playing 'jingle bells' on a harpsichord over the tannoy on the plane. We were an hour away from landing, and while I appreciated the sentiment, I would have preffered he kept his festivities to himself for about 30 minutes longer, so I could continue to sleep!

The flight was uneventful, as was the journey from the airport to meet Josh at the apartment we had rented for the week. I met a couple who were in their late 50s, and who literally had no idea how to get from the airport to their hotel. I had to help them buy their bus tickets, explain where they should go to change their dollars to pesos, and as they got off the bus at their hotel, the man turned to me and said, 'but how do we get back to the airport next week??' I told him to talk to someone at their hotel about it, and then wished them luck. I wonder how they're getting on without me!

Josh had prepared a wondeful Christmas meal for us when I arrived: smoked salmon, prosciutto and cheeses, champagne. It was so lovely! Then I had to nap as I was missing about 6 hours worth of sleep. Later that day we went for a walk around the local park, which is enormous and has lots of little different parks within it, like a Japanese garden, and a botanical garden.

Christmas lunch!

Our apartment is awesome, and really well located too. There are lots of restaurants and cafes and bars nearby, plus the big park. Yesterday we walked from our neighbourhood to the next one, to visit La Cemetoria de Recoleta. It's exactly what it sounds like, a cemetary. It was huge, and filled with enormous tombs and crypts, it was more like a small town than your usual graveyard, except obviously everyone was buried. We saw the grave of Eva Peron, or 'Evita' as she's more well known as.


They know how to honour the dead!


We then walked across to Plaza de Mayo, which is a big square flanked by significant buildings such as the Presidential Palace, and a huge cathedral. The square is famous for demonstrations, and there are huge banners everywhere protesting about the Falkland Islands ('they were, are, and always will be Argentina's'). Josh and I decided on the spot to pretend to be Australian if anyone asked. Josh was told at his hostel on his first night in Argentina that someone had been punched in the face by an Argetinean just because he was from England!

The Presidential Palace, where Evita made her famous 'don't cry for me Argentina' speech

Last night we went out on a bar crawl, and met some locals. It was a really fun night, although am feeling it today a bit, but we exchanged email addresses with one girl, and her friend has offered us a place to stay in his house after New Year so we may stick around here a bit longer, and hang out with them!

We leave the apartment on the 31st, and are moving to a hostel for a few days so we can meet people to spend New Year with. Am going to miss this place though!

Our balcony

Sunday, 23 December 2012

TTFN Dallas

So tomorrow I leave Dallas for the unknown in South America, for five months.

Here is a picture of our vague route/plan, but I can't really elaborate further, or tell you dates of when I will be where because the whole point of traveling is to NOT KNOW. We don't want schedules or itineraries, we plan to not plan!


The rough idea is to visit 8 countries:
  • Argentina
  • Uruguay
  • Brazil
  • Chile
  • Bolivia
  • Peru
  • Ecuador
  • Colombia
Christmas and New Year will be spent in Buenos Aires, we'll be in Montevideo, Uruguay by around Jan 14th to meet up with Josh's friend Lucas, and will definitely be in Brazil by early Feb in time for Carnival, which we plan to spend with Fernanda, who is Brazilian, but whom we met in Albuquerque three years ago (study abroad programmes really are a great way to meet people from all over the world!)

That's about it, plan-wise! My flight back to Dallas is on May 29th from Bogota, Colombia, so I'm going to have to be there by then, but apart from that, you're just going to have to check back in and see what we've been doing.

Also, if anyone is interested, you can now subscribe to this blog and get an email telling you I've written something new - just add your email address in the left hand column. I'm notoriously useless at replying to facebook messages, emails, texts, etc so 1) don't take it personally, and 2) read this to find out what we've been doing instead.

Marry Christmas and a Happy New Year to everyone. Peace out Dallas xxxxx

Wednesday, 19 December 2012

Christmas Party


Last week I had my first ever office Christmas party. Instead of boozing it up at the office, or going out for a meal, we decided to do something a little different; something to remember… We went to Medieval Times!
For those of you that don’t know, Medieval Times is a staged medieval-style show, with sword fighting, and jousting, and you get a medieval-style dinner too which you must eat with your fingers, no cutlery provided (think chicken drumsticks, ribs and potato wedges) while you're watching the show. It's even set in a castle.

Medieval Times, Dallas

When you arrive, you are assigned a knight, and he will be the one you are cheering for during the show. We had the Red and Yellow knight, Lord del Font - champion to the Count of Perelada. There was a King and Princess announcing the ‘tournament’ who spoke in terrible attempts at English accents, and you watched as the knights battled for the Princess’ hand in marriage while eating your dinner. We also had unlimited alcoholic beverages which obviously made the show even more exciting, with every cocktail consumed!

it was a 'knight' to remember

All the waiters and bar staff had to address you as ‘m’lord’ or ‘m’lady’ which got a bit annoying after a while but not their fault I suppose. Our waiter looked like the main character from the film Antz which I found hilarious, although no-one else could see it. Come to think of it, I’d had quite a few piƱa coladas by this point…

Anyway, there was also a falconer (is that a word?) who sent his falcon flying over the audience. He has a long rope thing that had meat attached to the end, which he swung round to make the falcon fly. (On an immature side note, I am genuinely intrigued if anyone gets pooed on during these shows. Luckily I did not find out the hard way, but I’m sure it must happen!)

One man and his bird

It was a fun night, getting to meet everyone at work’s other halves, and getting quite drunk with them! Going to work the next day was not so fun, especially as a few of us decided to go out drinking afterwards, despite having had unlimited drinks at the show. I got home at about 1am and had to be at work at 9, which was an hour later than usual (forever grateful that our start time was pushed back a bit, don’t know if I could have struggled to get out of bed any earlier). 

To everyone at my office, it was a great night to end a great year of working with you great people. Thank you!

I'll miss you guys!

Thursday, 13 December 2012

An Ode to Hugh


So I thought I’d write a little blog about my little bro, as I miss him and have also told a few stories about him recently which have made me laugh. Hugh is my insane partner in crime, and is probably the only person to have seen quite how mad I am, other than my poor mother who just despairs in the fact that two of her children should probably be committed. We have a very similar sense of humour, and spent a lot of time together this summer watching Friends and Gavin & Stacy, irritating everyone else as we know all the words and quote along with them. Actually, we normally spoil the jokes for everyone else because we mostly say the punchline before the character on the show does.

Hugh and I haven’t always got along, mostly because when there’s a four year age gap between any siblings, they’re going to fight. I used to slap him really hard on the back when he annoyed me, mostly at the dinner table, as I have a huge intolerance of people eating with their mouths open. Granted he was only about 7 but still, I knew what he was having for dinner, I didn't need to see it as it was being ingested. We got past the physical violence stage and I do feel quite bad about it now, but I’m sure he didn't suffer too much? (Sorry Hug.)

One of my first memories is the night Hugh was born. I remember coming out of my bedroom late at night and seeing my mum’s friend Dimity on the landing, and being really confused. She told me that I was going to have a little brother or sister in the morning when I woke up, and to go back to bed. The next morning, I woke up with chicken pox. Really unfortunate timing, as it meant I wasn't allowed to visit mum and Hugh in the hospital in case I infected him. I maintained that I didn't mind but apparently it wasn't my choice.

When Hugh was about 18 months old, it snowed quite heavily. This was going to be his first experience with snow, and my mum spent about an hour bundling him up in 50 or so layers. My older brother Ben and I had already been outside playing all morning, and I was getting a bit fed up at being really crap at snowball fights. Ben had good enough aim that he pretty much hit me every time, whereas I was yet to land a return shot on target. Anyway, mum brings Hugh outside at last, and he’s wearing so many layers that he can barely move. ‘Finally,’ I think. ‘I’m sure I can hit him with a snowball, and he can’t throw back!’ So I pack a nice hefty snowball in my hands, and sure enough, hit right on target (hardly surprising as he can’t move). I can still picture him, falling straight backwards without even being able to put his hands out to break his fall at all. He screamed bloody murder, and my mum had to take him back inside, despite her taking so long to wrap him up and let him see snow for the first time. I didn't feel too bad though, I finally won a snowball fight!

Hugh had a lot of cuddly toys when he was younger, and most of them had really original names like Ted the teddy, and Cushion the cushion. He was given a crocodile toy for Christmas one year, and wanted to call him Croc. Ben and I persuaded him to think of something more original, but he didn't know what else to name it. ‘Name it after something you like,’ we said, thinking he might call it Thomas after Thomas the Tank Engine, or something like that. He thought for a second, and then said, ‘Yoghurt.’

To this day, I still bet that he is probably the only child ever to have named a reptile after a dairy product.

My grandfather's neighbour once asked Hugh what he was giving up for Lent. He was 3 or 4 at the time. His answer: Girls!

Hugh went through a ‘comedy’ stage, of telling really unfunny jokes to anyone who would listen. He made up his own jokes, and his classic punchline was, ‘I’m bigger than you’:

What did the wardrobe say to the bed?
I’m bigger than you

What did the car say to the bike?
I’m bigger than you

It was irritating, to say the least, and one day it got too much. ‘Stop telling I’m bigger than you jokes!’ we yelled at him. He looked a bit offended, as he clearly thought he was being hilarious, but he did stop for a while. Then he piped up with:

‘What did the table say to the other table?’
‘We’re the same size.’

Probably the funniest faux-pas Hugh made as a child was when he was about 7 or 8. He was trying to tell my grandparents that he was ambidextrous, but got his words a bit muddled, and announced in front of everyone that he was, in fact, bisexual. Now that’s comedy.

Miss you Hug! Merry Christmas :)


Monday, 26 November 2012

Thanksgiving!

Here is a list of the food I have eaten almost exclusively over the last week:
  • Turkey
  • Stuffing
  • Mashed potatoes
  • Sweet potatoes
  • Green bean casserole
  • Cranberry sauce (I’ve eaten so much of it that it counts as a food, not a condiment)
  • Pie
  • More pie

It has been absolute carb city, but I am still not bored of it. Imagine having a Christmas dinner every day for a week. Heaven!

I love Thanksgiving so much. It's a holiday about food! OK no, it's about being thankful really I suppose, but I'm thankful for Thanksgiving. It was fun, having a four day weekend, and spending time with my friends. It felt a bit like Christmas!

We had an office Thanksgiving Potluck on Tuesday, where everyone brought a dish to share. I made a chocolate mousse pie, which everyone was very impressed with.


It was actual Thanksgiving on Thursday; we had a second (technically my third) Thanksgiving on Friday at a friend’s house; Saturday and Sunday consisted of leftovers, and now here we are!

I really enjoyed Friday. There were about 15 of us; the house was really busy and noisy; we played board games and did a puzzle – it felt like one of my crazy family’s Christmases. We had four types of pie: pumpkin, chocolate, cherry cheesecake, and pecan. I think I really liked that day especially because I’m not going to be having a big Christmas this year, like I normally do. I leave Dallas for Buenos Aires on December 24th and land on Christmas Day at about 8am, after a 16 hour journey, so Christmas, presents and turkey are going to be way low on my priority list, beneath sleep, sleep and more sleep. (Plus a little dash of stress of trying to find the apartment Josh and I are staying in for a week, on my own. Probably need to buy an English-Spanish phrasebook! And a map.)

It will come as no surprise that I ate until I was about to burst, and then ate a bit more. It’s a wonderful holiday, we should start celebrating it in England. Meanwhile, I need to go to the gym…

Saturday, 17 November 2012

A sigh of relief


So it’s been nearly two weeks since Obama trounced Romney in the election. I wouldn’t be surprised if weather scientists noticed a huge gust of wind across the globe approximately 3 seconds after the election was called: it was the whole world breathing a huge sigh of relief.

It’s funny how petty politics can make people. I didn’t quite sink to the low level of texting all my Republican friends saying ‘I told you so’, although it was very tempting, but I did still make a big deal out of it when I saw them in person. (What? I was happy!) But seriously, it causes arguments; people stop talking to each other; they get so worked up that friendships can take temporary break. It’s interesting, I don’t recall it being such a big deal in the UK when we were unfortunate enough to have a stupid coalition government voted in, with stupid David Cameron as Prime Minister, and stupid Nick Clegg as vice deputy PM, who run the country about as well as if a goat were in charge. Anyhoo, my point is I don’t really think I even know who my friends voted for, or if they even voted at all. People in the US seem to be sectioned into colours a lot more – you’re red or blue, no matter what. It doesn’t normally matter who the candidate is, what they say, or how they say it; most people are set for life in their political leanings. I think it’s only about 3% of people who actually make their minds up on who to vote for depending on what their policies are! (I may have made that statistic up. Don’t quote me.)

Well, the world can breathe easy(er) for four more years, and hopefully the Democrats will come up with a good enough Obama replacement that the US will have at least four more blue years after he has to leave office too. And hopefully the Republicans will stop talking about rape as much as they did this election cycle. Seriously, it was scary how many times it came up.



In other news, I recently had my first experience with healthcare in America. I’ve written about it before, but I’d never been to the doctor in the States until last week. I had a stomach virus which, to put it politely, made my body reject its contents for five days. It was not pleasant, to say the least, and to top it off, it somehow triggered my eczema, something I haven’t suffered from since I was about 9. So it was a fun few days. I went back to work after a few days, and probably between not eating more than a few crackers in four days, and barely keeping water down, I was still a mess. About 3 hours into the morning, I decided that I should probably go home before I collapsed, but was talked into going to an Urgent Care place to be checked out first. Urgent Care is basically like a doctor’s surgery where they don’t let you book appointments, it’s just first come first served emergency care. It’s a bit like A&E but not in a hospital, so generally lines are much shorter because people aren’t coming in with really sever emergency illnesses or injuries, its more if you have the flu and want a prescription asap. It turns out I was severely dehydrated, and needed to be put on an IV, which I’d never had before. They also gave me a steroid injection for my eczema, and the very attractive male nurse administering my injection had to break the news to me that the shot didn’t go in my arm – it went in my bum cheek. Real fun stuff. I got a prescription for my skin, had a blood sample tested, and had a litre of fluids pumped into my body, all for the extremely upsetting cost of $90. It made me miss the NHS a lot. I know I know, someone pays for your treatment in the UK, it’s not ‘free healthcare’ in the true sense of the word, it still costs money. But my point is, it doesn’t directly come out of my bank account, so I definitely prefer it our way!


Apart from that, no news really. Getting ready to go traveling at Christmas, so have 6 weeks left at work before then. Very excited about South America, although sad that I’ll be missing a big family Christmas. I’m sure spending five months in six counties will be a good enough consolation. Plus it’s Thanksgiving next week so I still get a big fat turkey feast, just a month earlier than usual!

Thursday, 1 November 2012

America vs. The World


In case you live under a rock, or in a submarine, there is an upcoming election happening in America right now. If you don’t live under a rock, or in a submarine, or high on a mountain, in a village where there is no such thing as the internet, and the villagers still rely on a combination of smoke signals and carrier pigeons for communication with the outside world, then you’ll know what I’m talking about; you can’t escape the Romney vs Obama Presidential race going on right now, it’s everywhere. It’s even all over the BBC so I’m sure the rest of the world is watching in almost as much anticipation as the US is, to see who the next Prez is going to be. Personally, I’m rooting for Obama.

Barack is in the house!


This whole situation made me think about what it means to be American, to an American, and whether people from other countries feel as strongly towards their homeland as people from the US do. (Of course, I don’t have access to people from every country in order to question their feelings towards their country, so I’m going mainly off my own observations and viewpoint. It’s my blog.) American identity, and more importantly, ‘patriotism’ is important. Patriotism is defined as ‘love of and devotion to one's country.’ I totally understand the ‘love of’; I love England. I love that it’s my home, and that I can mostly identify with its culture, whatever that may be. I feel a sense of belonging when I think about it, although I would add that this feeling of pride in my country has definitely increased since living in the States. However, ‘devotion to’? I’m not devoted to my country. I moved to another country, for starters (although I am moving back I suppose). I wouldn’t die for my country. I’d die for certain people, or individuals, if it ever came down to it. But my country? I don’t know if it’s just the wording that bothers me, but how can you be so devoted to a place that you would die for it? I don’t know, maybe I’m not that much of a patriot. That doesn’t mean I don't love my country though, I still care about it, and its citizens, and its welfare. I want to make sure children get a great education; and the poor have access to healthcare and housing; I want to make sure that, when the time comes, I can have a decent job, to be able to support my family. I’ve never been accused of being ‘un-British’ for complaining about my country, or its people. Being ‘un-American’ however, is a whole new ball game. You do not want to ever be accused of being ‘un-American’ if you are from here.

To most Americans, there is no better country to live in, or be from, in the world. This is obviously very different to the UK; you would never hear a Brit assert our nation to be the greatest country on earth, a fairly regular declaration made on this side of the Atlantic. This is partially why, of the 308 million-plus citizens in the United States, only 30% have passports. The number is rising, and according to a recent survey, 78% of Americans have travelled to a foreign country, but an overwhelming majority of these trips were to Canada, or Mexico. Until 2007, you did not need a passport to travel to either of these countries, so to me, that’s like saying you’re from London, but you went to Scotland last summer. Of course, and I’ve said it before, America is the size of Europe (more or less) so if you live in Pennsylvania and you really want a week in the sunshine, why fly to Costa Brava when you can go to Miami? I do understand that. But what I suppose confuses me more, is there seems to be a huge lack of desire to go out and explore the world. It’s an exciting place, and there is so much to see, to uncover, and most importantly, to learn. Different cultures that you would never have dreamed of exist out there, and Wikipedia will only get you so far on learning about them all. I’ve been to 18 countries, which to an American sounds like a lot. To a British kid who did a gap year, 18 is nothing. To me, it’s no way near enough. The Traveler’s Century Club lists a total of 321 countries in the world, so by their terms, I’m at about 5%. I’ve got some work to do!

Coming back to the election, Obama said something during the final debate that made me think: he declared, ‘we will have the best education system in the world’. Why? Why not just aim to have the best education system for the children in your country? The USA currently sits in 17th place in the world education ranking, judged on 15 year olds’ reading, maths and science levels. Finland is first; Japan 2nd; the UK is 11th. America wants to be the best in world at everything, but I don’t know why they can’t just strive to do what’s best for the children first. Try getting them up to grade level before graduating High School first, and then you can think about being the best of the bunch. Competition can be healthy, and can definitely lead people to improve in leaps and bounds in order to be considered ‘winners’. However, a lot of things need refining before competition becomes the reason behind further improvement.

Despite being a world player, sometimes the culture here can be very insular, with very little awareness of what is actually going on in the outside world. To use an example, I would say that nearly all English people have heard of the terrorist attack on the Twin Towers, and to hear the term ‘9/11’ would be an instant synonym for the event. In contrast, the terrorist attacks in London in 2005 are not widely known of here. This is not a criticism, or at least I’m not trying to spark a debate from that statement, but it is true. I mentioned ‘7/7’ to someone once, and got a blank look. I corrected myself, thinking that the term ‘7/7’ may not be widely used here, and just said 'the London terror attacks'. Still nothing. An apologetic shrug and a ‘I didn’t know that happened, sorry’. This may seem extreme, but the very fact that during the Olympic Opening Ceremony, the channel covering the ceremony in the US (NBC) chose to air an interview with Michael Phelps instead of showing the tribute to those lost during 7/7 because ‘it did not cater to the US audience’ is evidence in itself. Can you even begin to imagine the uproar if we cut out a 9/11 tribute to show an interview with Mo Farah?? No, because it would never happen. In the defense of many, many Americans, when they learned what NBC had done, they were outraged on behalf of the UK. But for a national news company to make a bold assumption that US citizens are not interested in events that take place outside their country is one that supports the international stereotype that Americans can sometimes consider themselves superior to the rest of the world. (This is also more amusingly portrayed in the baseball tournament, ‘The World Series’; a contest solely competed in by American teams!)

A final point about patriotism, or pride in your country, or whatever you want to call it, is one that always amuses me; so many people here hang American flags outside their houses! The flag is the most symbolic representation of America in all its glory, school children pledge allegiance to it every day, and to deface a flag, or to vandalize or misuse its image is a mortal sin. I know the Union Flag has been a popular icon this year, because of the Jubilee and the Olympics, but really, you don’t often see people hanging a flag outside their house in the UK. There’s really only one thing that excites patriotism in England and that’s sport. If you ever drive down a street and a lot of houses have England flags hanging in the windows, you can bet your ass that the World Cup is coming up! (Please note: the World Cup has more than one nation competing it in.)

Despite what you may think, or interpret from this, I am not condemning patriotism. If you want to be proud of your country, then I support and admire that in you. However, I personally believe that in order to have an esteemed opinion of which is the best country in the world, you firstly need to  have visited more nations than just your own.