Granada, Spain - Journal Today was a day of experiences! While this entire
trip has been a whole new experience in general through the aspects of
architectural design and city planning, not to mention all the great
things seen culturally, today had more personal experiences that happened
to me. We started the day with a tour up the mountain to view La Alhambra
Palace. It was a beautiful building with wonderful hedge gardens. There
were areas of foundations from ruined buildings during the French
invasion. Better than the building and gardens, however, were the views it
allowed. With it being at the top of the mountain, you could see all of
Granada. Even more beautiful were the mountains that stood proudly in the
skyline. I've never seen mountains before so this sight was wonderful to
me. After we toured, we were given free time to walk around. I walked
around with Sarah R, Katie S, Matt M, and Ben F. While we were walking, a
gypsy woman came up to me with her pieces of flower or plant or whatever
it is she tries to pass out! I kept my hands in my pockets but she was
persistent and tried to put it between my arm and body. I pressed my arm
tightly against me and shook my head vigorously at her as I walked away!
Haha! We continued to walk around through shps where I had trouble not
spending money as usual... which is a little more severe on the pocket
book since you only get around 62 euro for a hundred dollars right now. We
decided to head back to the hotel so we could have time to rest before we
went to the Flamenco dance that night. As we walked back, we decided to
stop off the main street into a tobacco store (pictured to the top right)
that we heard sold stamps; that is where the really crazy experience
happened. Randomly, as we were waiting in line, a guy barged into the
store, started yelling and came at me! He was kind of pointing at my
camera so we thought at first he was the owner and that he thought I was
taking pictures of stuff rather than buying it. He began to come closer as
I backed up and began to leave the store, confused, so that I didn't cause
problems. That's when the men behind the counter came over and pulled the
screaming guys away and tried to get me to come back into the store. As I
turned around to go back in, the screaming man came at me again!
Completely confused and somewhat scared, I turned around again and finally
went outside of the store as the owner continued to get me to stay. Sarah
and Ben stayed inside as the store owner talked with the man at the other
entrance. I thought they had it under control and I still needed my stamps
so I went back in to Sarah when the man flipped out and came at me again!
This time we had all had enough and the three of us finally turned around
and walked out of the store as the owner continued to get us to stay to
make his sale. We were pretty sure they had called the police and we
thought about staying to see but we didn't want them coming up to me and
asking questions so we just left! We went back to the hotel and I worked
on some homework for a little while until I decided to go to the
supermarket with a group of people. This was a crazy idea! It was about
8:00 pm and the place was absolutely packed! To make it worse, all the
columns in the building had mirrors on all four sides which completely
disoriented me and made it hard to tell where stuff was and if I was even
walking toward a shelf or an image of the shelf I wanted! At the marketis
where I came up with my theory on the Spanish culture. I've noticed a lot
that when I say sorry to someone there is very little response, along as
when I say excuse me. I have concluded that the Spanish way is to simply
push through wherever and whenever you can. You don't say excuse me, you
don't say sorry, you just do it. This may seem rude in America but I have
come to believe that it isn't here. There is no need to apologize because
it's not rude here; everyone does it and it is simply what you do. Now
once again, I don't know if this is true or not but it is simply what I
have observed. |
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