Languages // Idiomas

I´m still doing my language exchanges, many of which include coffee and a nice view. // Continúo con mis intercambios de idiomas, muchos de los cuales incluyen café y una bonita vista.

In January, I took my certification exam for B2 Spanish. As a reminder,Europe has six standard language levels, and this is the fourth one (read more here). It was an official examination of the Madrid Community language schools and it lasted more than four hours. The exam had a lot of parts: reading, listening, writing, talking, and interpreting written texts. I got my grades at the end of January, and I passed it with flying colors. Honestly, I was quite surprised, because I thought I would pass, but not with such good grades. Unfortunately, more than half of my class failed it, because it's a really rigorous exam.

Now that I have this level, I'm going to take a little break. Level B2 is good enough to study at the university or to do a lot of professional jobs. I still can't get involved in philosophical debates, and I still sound like a bit of an idiot when I talk, but I really understand life, and language, on a day-to-day basis, Plus, I can read books and newspaper articles and talk to old people at the bus stops.

Because of all of this free time, I've started studying French. I underestimated how difficult it would be to begin a new language at age 50. I'm taking some classes online with an asynchronous program, and a few private lessons with a teacher in Cameroon. I hope that after a few more months I can tell you my name, my age, and my favorite color. Right now I can only count to 20, so I'm 20 years old. :)

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En enero, hice mi prueba de certificación para el nivel B2 en español. Fue una prueba oficial de las escuelas de la Comunidad de Madrid (Escuelas Oficiales de Idiomas) y duró más de cuatro horas. Tiene muchas partes: de leer, de escuchar, de escribir, de hablar y de mediación de textos escritos. Recibí mis notas al final de enero, y lo aprobé con notas muy buenas. De hecho, me sorprendió, porque esperaba aprobarlo, pero no con tanta facilidad. Lamentablemente, más de la mitad de mi clase la suspendió, porque fue un examen muy riguroso.

Creo que demostrando este nivel, puedo hacer una pausa. El nivel B2 es suficiente para estudiar en la universidad, o para llevar a cabo diferentes oficios o profesiones. Todavía no puedo discutir sobre la filosofía, y sigo sonando como una idiota, pero me desenvuelo muy bien el día a día, puedo leer libros y artículos de periódicos, y hablar con los mayores en las paradas de autobuses.

Dado que tengo tanto tiempo libre, he empezado a estudiar francés. Subestimé lo difícil que sería empezar con un nuevo idioma cuando tienes cincuenta años. Tomo algunas clases online con un programa asíncrono y algunas clases privadas online con un profesor de Camerún. Espero que después de algunos meses más pueda decir mi nombre, mi edad y mi color favorito. Ahora mismo, solo puedo contar hasta 20, entonces, así que tengo solo veinte años : )

Springtime // Primavera

Enjoying the scent of an almond tree. // Estoy disfrutando de un almendro.

It's almost spring. It's still cold at night, but I don't always need a coat. It rained a lot here during January and February. In fact, it was too much, because there were floods throughout the country and a lot of people were desperately missing the sun. I read that if we don't receive a single drop of rain more, we still wouldn't have a drought this year because all of the reservoirs are full. On the other hand, winter showers bring spring flowers, if I may mangle an expression.

The early part of March is the season for blooming cherry and almond trees. The almond trees have a strong, sweet scent which I enjoy. I know that almond trees can be ornamental or actually produce fruits, so in the fall I'm hoping to go visit them and see if they actually have nuts. I love the idea of being able to collect almonds in the parks, just like I do with olives. 

I am part of a hiking group, and almost every month there's been an opportunity to take a walk with them. The last one was really lovely; with all the rain there were tons of mountain streams. Fortunately we had a really tall person who could help all the short legged people cross them. The hiking schedule this group uses is delightful. First, we have a coffee and then we take the commuter train to the mountains. After a few hours of hiking, we have a picnic in the forest. and then before we return, we drink a beer together. It's very civilized hiking. 

 

My "winter garden" on the terrace. // Mi terraza con mi «jardín de invierno».

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Es casi primavera. Todavía hace frío por las noches, sin embargo aún no necesito un abrigo. Además, en España llovió frecuentemente durante enero y febrero. Francamente, fue demasiada, hubo muchas inundaciones en el país y mucha gente se quejó de la falta de sol. He leído que, si no recibiéramos ninguna gota más durante el año, no tendríamos sequía porque los embalses están llenos. Por otro lado, cuando hay lluvia, hay flores silvestres y árboles florecientes. 

La primera parte de marzo es tiempo de cerezos y almendros. Los almendros tienen un olor dulce y penetrante. Sé que los almendros pueden ser árboles ornamentales o dar almendras. En otoño, tengo pensado comprobar si ya tienen estos frutos secos. Me encanta la idea de recoger almendras en los parques como se hace con las aceitunas.

Soy parte de un grupo de senderismo, y casi cada mes hay una oportunidad de dar un paseo con ellos. La última fue muy bonita; con la lluvia había muchos arroyos de montaña. Afortunadamente, hubo una persona alta que pudo ayudar a los paticortos a cruzar los arroyos. El horario de senderismo de este grupo me gusta muchísimo. Primero, tomamos un café y vamos juntos en tren de Cercanías a las montañas. Después de algunas horas de senderismo, comemos un pícnic en el bosque. Antes de regresar, tomamos una cerveza juntos. Es una caminata civilizada.

Eindhoven

I recently returned from a trip to Eindhoven, Netherlands, where I was visitng my old university friend A. We only manage to see each other once every three or four years, but always have a good time when we get together. He moved from the US to NL a couple of years ago, which gave me the perfect excuse to enjoy some cold weather and non-Spanish cuisine.

We had exceptionally non-rainy weather on the weekend I was there, which mean we could bike to Belgium for beer and cake. It sounds really impressive to say you´ve bike to a new country, but really it was only 20 km (12 miles) each way, so not that long of a trip. In any case, the beer and cake was outstanding, and I would have biked twice as far for it.

On my final day, I was reminded of the more typical February weather. I was the only one bothering with an umbrella in the light drizzle. Spain has clearly made me weak.

A helped me buy a weekend train pass which meant we could traverse the country. Lunch in Utrecht, the windmill museum in Zaanse Schans, and fancy gold-leaf strewn cakes in Amsterdam. We also attended a fun video mapping / music show that A had located as a 50th birthday gift to me. 

I love, love, loved all the vegetarian options. This was all purchased at the train station convenience store, which had a large selection of sandwiches for me (I opted for the egg and fake bacon) and lots of  types of beer, including non-alcoholic versions. Sadly, there was no vegetarian sushi. It was a nice picnic on the train.

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Lo siento, hoy no hay entrada español.

Part two of the US trip, on the other coast

The second part of my US trip was a delayed Christmas celebration with my family. We decided the main meal would be collaborative and span the continents. It was: 

Moroccan appetizer platter (Africa) 

Japanese okinomoyaki, a pancake/ cabbage/ noodle dish (Asia)

Australian roasted vegetable Salad (Oceania)

Take-out roasted chicken (North America) 

Brazilian rice and vegetables (South America) 

Ice water (Antarctica) 

Russian honey cake (Europe)

It was all delicious, but the standout dish was the ten-layer honey cake my sister-in-law made. It required her to "burn" the honey, incorporate that into ten cake layers, and then stack them with a dulce de leche whipped cream frosting. Incredible. And not something I'll be recreating soon, as it made about 20 servings and took five hours to prepare. 

I really, really miss pets, as evidenced by big grin here. I do hope to get a cat someday soon, but only after I feel more sure about where I´m living for the next five years.

I spend all my time in the Pacific northwest remarking on how pretty it is. I also miss green, verdant landscapes.

The flip side of the wonderful time with friends and family is what's happening to immigrants and their allies in my country, especially in Minneapolis. It was surreal to be there and know what was happening within the same borders. These signs were a stark reminder that it has been happening in Portland and other cities too.

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Lo siento, hoy no hay una entranda en español.

Part one of my US trip, mainly food

I just got back from my winter trip to the US. I have a lot of travel planned in the next six months, and it´ll be easy to fall behind on the blog if I don´t report regularly. As usual, I spend a week in the basement guest room of N and S. They have a great kitchen (to me, any kitchen with a full-size oven and a four-burner stove is a luxury) and hungry teenagers, so I baked and cooked a lot. The best was probably the homemade cake donuts - with four of us helping, they got made, and eaten, quickly.

Back in graduate school, we used to throw "Filled Foods Parties," where a large group of friends made and ate complicated foods like ravioli, wontons, etc., with enough to take home after. We revived the traditions with samosas, but made the rookie mistake of filling up on pizza and deviled eggs before they were finished. Luckily, that just meant more leftovers for everyone.

The M family always gives me an opportunity to flex my DIY muscles. We installed a Wifi hub by threading cables through the ceiling, and started putting up drywall in the basement. 

I missed an epic snow storm, but arrived when they were still cleaning up a week later. A thick layer of ice meant pickaxes were necessary to free the cars.

I´m a hobbit, it turns out. 

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Lo siento, hoy no hay entrada en español. 

Looking back, looking ahead

I spent the week between Christmas and New Year’s thinking about what I’d like my resolutions to be. In the end, I realized that I wasn’t really thinking about making permanent changes, so much as goals that I hoped to achieve in the next six months. Which makes sense, because I just finished my fall Spanish classes, so I’m thinking more in terms of how my times gets filled each “semester”.

Last year, I only recall making one specific goal, to read fourteen books in Spanish. In the end, I only read eleven, but since I switched from youth books to adult books, I’m completely satisfied. It’s slow going to read Agatha Christie or the science of arsenic, but I have proven that I can do it, and enjoy it. I had implicit plans for traveling and being active, and also managed those.

• 7 Countries visited: Germany, US, Denmark, France (3 times), Sweden, Portugal, England
• 1450 km (900 miles) bicycled
• 2600 km (1600 miles) walked, which is a bit over 200 km per month.
• 32 books read: 11 in Spanish, 21 in English

I thought really carefully about how to make achievable, measurable goals for the first half of 2026. One is to complete the first semester of French (level A1 in Europe) by June. The other is to exercise every day, specifically: a bike ride, a long hike, or 8 minutes of weight lifting. That last option, my least favorite, is the key to success- several times, I have made it to dinnertime without doing any exercise, but I can still find 8 minutes before eating to achieve this goal. I also have a goal around making friends, but I have not quite managed to make it measurable yet. Tune in next year to find out how I did.

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Lo siento, hoy no hay una entrada en español.

My great-grandmother´s vase // El jarrón de mi bisabuela

I’ve always been a minimalist. When I was about 21, I was intrigued by someone I heard of, who only owned 100 things.  I never achieved that goal, though when I moved to Albuquerque, I took only what would fit in my car, including a cat. Over the decades, I accumulated decorative items, tools, and clothes, and this accelerated after I bought a house. However, I regularly got rid of some belongings and tried to keep only the essentials. I was a person who had lots of empty shelves.

When I decided to move to Spain, I read a lot of advice from people who´d come here. The message, clear and unequivocal, was “Move with as little as possible.” Big pieces of American furniture don’t fit in small Spanish apartments. Plus, it´s expensive to move things, and you´d need different clothes and household goods. In other words, take only the things that hold memories.

And I did. I arrived in Madrid with my four suitcases, filled with Christmas tree ornaments, my small wardrobe, a single book, and my two favorite pots. It was more or less the right decision, because my 35-square-meter (400-square-foot) apartment is tiny compared to my American home. However, after a few months, I realized that a life full of things bought at IKEA is a bit lacking. Of course, I had my favorite coffee mugs, but I missed the blanket my husband bought when he came to the US or the secondhand items my mother gave me when I moved into my first house.

As a result, I´m trying to bring a few things back to Spain whenever I visit the US. Last year, my aunt gave me a quilt my grandmother made, and I use it every day during the winter. My mother gifted me a vase my great-grandmother gave her. I carefully packed it up and practically carried it in my arms on the flight back. Since I don't have tmany things with a past, every one is precious to me.

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Siempre he sido minimalista. Cuando quizá tenía 21 años, me encantó una idea que escuché, que alguna persona vivía con solo 100 objetos. Nunca conseguí este objetivo, aunque cuando me mudé a Albuquerque, solo llevé las cosas que caben en mi coche, incluida una gata. A lo largo de las décadas, acumulé objetos de decoración, herramientas y ropa, especialmente cuando compré una casa. Sin embargo, con regularidad me deshice de algunas pertenencias, ey intentaba quedarme sólo con lo imprescindible. Aun así, en mi casa había estantes vacíos.

Cuando decidí mudarme a España, leí muchos consejos de inmigrantes en España. El mensaje, claro y sin vacilación, era “será mejor que te mudes con pocas pertenencias”. Los muebles grandes de EE. UU. no encajan en los pisos pequeños de España. Además, sería caro trasladar todas tus cosas — necesitaría otra ropa y otros artículos de hogar en tu nueva vida. <<Lleva solo las cosas que contienen recuerdos.>>

Y lo hice. Llegué a Madrid con mis cuatro maletas, llenas de adornos del árbol de Navidad, mis pocos vestidos, un libro, y mis dos sartenes favoritas. Fue más o menos una decisión correcta, porque mi piso de 35 m2 (400 ft2) es minúsculo en comparación con mi casa estadounidense. No obstante, después de algunos meses, me di cuenta de que si vivía rodeada de objetos sin historia mi vida podría sentirse más estéril. Por supuesto que sí, tenía mis tazas de café favoritas, pero echo de menos la manta que mi esposo compró cuando llegó a EE. UU. o los artículos de segunda mano que mi madre me regaló cuando los necesité.

Por esta razón, intento llevar unos artículos a España cada vez que visito EE. UU. El año pasado, mi tía me regaló un edredón que mi abuela hizo, y lo uso todos los días durante el invierno. Mi madre me regaló un jarrón que mi bisabuela le regaló. Llevé esta cosa tan frágil con mucho cuidado este verano. Como no tengo demasiadas reliquias, estas me son muy queridas.