Today I had a minor set back when I was supposed to attend my first class at the Complutense: I couldn't find it. I had my map of the campus and I went to the building marked 'Geografia e Historia' on the map...but room 23A was not there. Or at least, all the rooms were labeled B. I did remember being told that there are A,B,C,D,E 'Filologia' buildings so I tried to find Filogia A to no avail. I don't understand why this Art History class would not be in the same building as all the others...it really isn't a big deal because Spanish students are in a shopping period until Oct. 15 or something. I will just have to track down aula 23A for tomorrow.
This setback can be attributed to my lack of attention, but it got me thinking about some of the things that have been annoying me here in Spain:
1. Lack of signs or incorrect placement of signs. In Madrid there are no sign posts, rather the street names are attached to buildings on corners. A lot of corners are labeled, but then there are times were there are absolutely NO street names on buildings...this can go on for blocks and gets annoying when you are lost. Also you would think signs for huge tourist attractions like El Prado would have great signage....but no. The first time we went there, we found only one sign pointing from the metro. One. And let me say that the walk from the metro to the museum is 10 mins. Now we found it easily, but I would just think they would have many signs to instruct helpless tourists. My favorite sign anecdote occurred in Granada. We were looking for this Federico Garcia Lorca memorial park and asked for directions from an older couple walking down the street. They told us to take a right at the end of the street and then cross the street, the park is on the left side down a few blocks. So we round the first corner and aha! there is a sign, however the arrow was pointing in completely the wrong direction. We ignored it and found the park just fine.
2. My señora. My host mom is a little lazy. I know I shouldn't judge, especially because napping has become part of my daily routine here, but really, she doesn't have a job (I'm not sure how that works because this apartment is sweet) and only has her daughter stay with her every other week. Why can't she do our laundry once a week as IES says? She told us at the beginning of our stay that she would wash clothes on Thursdays. The first week that happened exactly but today is Monday and I still don't have the clothes from last Thursday. It's not a big deal because I have enough clothes. But I'm wondering...what does she do everyday to pass the time? I would go crazy without a job or school.
4. My history professor. Oh my god, I hate that class. Our teacher put together a syllabus for "Contemporary Spanish History", but I have no idea why. Instead of following the logical historical order, she jumps around and gives us information on the current terrorist group ETA right after having discussed the Spanish American War of 1898......with no transition. Many Spaniards are loud, but she may just be the loudest I've encountered. It doesn't help that class is at 9 AM. It's at 9 AM and being hungry, tired, and cold it is difficult to tolerate her shouting. I actually stopped taking notes already because I can probably go take her tests and pass with information from my other political science class that is actually good. One more thing: she is obsessed with a controversial spanish law called "La ley de la memoria historica" which is a law passed in 2007 that tries to acknowledge, repay, and basically make up for all of the persecution and violence that occurred during the civil war and subsequent dictatorship. She discusses it / reads from it every single day. Obviously it is important, but without proper background into the civil war and dictatorship (which she is SUPPOSED to be teaching us), it is difficult to comprehend the intricacies of the law. And it's in legal jargon. Most of which would probably be over my head in english, let alone spanish. Blahh
Now, just because I don't like a few things about my stay in Spain doesn't mean that I'm not having a great time (I don't like that the T closes at 12:20 in Boston or that the drinking age is 21, but so it goes). Living here has been great!!! I was reading a blog of another Tufts student who is living in China and I was really impressed with what she is doing
(see her blog). If she can live off squisy noodles and weird dumpling things in an ugly city, I'm all set here in beautiful, fun, and safe Madrid.