Friday, May 25, 2007

En españa - totally soaked, newly conscious

I'm completely wet. Tonight we're going to see the new Pirates movie, Piratas del carribe 3: en el fin del mundo, as they call it here. So to accompany that, we're going to watch the first movie on a projector here at the school. Well, we were supposed to meet at 4pm, so I headed out into a nice thunderstorm to get there on time-ish. I had an umbrella, I had a sweatshirt, I rolled up the bottom of each pant leg, but to no avail. The front of me got soaked all the way to my hips, and my backpack was hit just as hard!

Well, it should be dry at least by the time we watch the new movie at 8:30 tonight. Meanwhile, I've had some interesting realizations about America and Europe. To summarize: I'm more grateful for my homeland than ever. There are certainly problems there, but in many ways it's like a fairy tale compared to the rest of the world. I didn't realize how much we have, materially, culturally, spiritually. Also, I'm more grateful for our friends here in Europe. While the United States made great sacrifices in the second World War and in providing an alternative to communism, we never had our country overcome by dictators or destroyed by nightly bombing raids. We never lived in the shadow of the Soviet Union or had to endure German occupation. In other words, many of our sacrifices were made from a safe distance. Theirs were made right at home. I've had conversations with people here in which I've been able to understand a little better their frustrations with our involvement in Iraq. They see the Iraq war as having been a misguided quest for petroleum. They also feel like the Iraq war has been the cause of the terror attacks in London and Madrid by radicalizing muslims into islamists. Europeans speek much of the fall of the American "empire," which has always confused me. But they (some of them, anyway) also realize that they themselves are part of that empire. The whole of the west enjoys the protection of American strength. Spanish and Dutch people I've talked to feel that America has gone in search of terrorists far away in Iraq, while we already know that such people can be found amongst our own populations, in terror cells in Spain, France, Holland, whatever.

Most people acknowledge that we're seeing a clash of civilizations. The disagreement is really in the implementation details. The question we have to face is whether it's best to stay the course in Iraq. If so (and I think it probably is so) then we must decide how to best improve the situation there. If not, we have to find an exit strategy that is minimally harmful, though I don't know if we can hope to influence things too much as we're on our way out. Either way we need to keep the confidence of our allies in Europe. While in many ways western culture as embodied in western Europe is quite an embarassment in its abandonment of almost all forms of morality and in its paranoiac fear of armed conflict. But, western culture is my culture, one way or another. Here in Spain, there are so many similarities in thought and values to those I am accustomed to that it is clear that we and they have some common roots. We, meaning the United States, need to accept that and encourage solidarity amongst all of the West.

We also want to avoid self-fulfilling prophecies. I think there is truth to the observation that much of the conflict we see right now is a result of East-West culture differences. However, let's not let that observation guide our possibilities too much. We should do whatever we can do to encourage good relations and cultural and economic exchange with the Arab/Muslim/Eastern world. Let us fight the war on terror in the way it's being waged against us. This does not mean that we will adopt the tactics of fear and pointless destruction that we face. Instead, it means that we need to work smart. We've already given in to the temptation to try to bludgeon terrorism with the blunt end of our military might. Instead, we need a specialized intelligence corps - not the FBI, not the CIA, not Special Forces, but something different. Instead of "terror cells" we need antiterror cells. Instead of letting radical propoganda win on the Internet and in public forums, we need people to communicate our message. What is that message? That there is a better way. That America doesn't want to control your destiny. Here, it's yours, take it. Do something good with it. Strengthen your people. Build a beautiful culture. But don't resort to hate. Instead of a cry of jihad let us make a cry of libertad! Let's make Western culture something worth defending. We must not only be the guardians of democracy, but let us also be good people. So to libertad let's add bondad! The jihadists make some accusations against us, such as that we are immoral and materialistic. Let's make sure there's as little truth to those charges as possible. Just as NATO provided an alternative culture in contrast to the Soviet empire, the free world needs to provide if not an entire culture than at least cultural elements that members of the Arab world seeking an alternative can turn to instead of jihadism.

Anyway, I'm sort of rambling. I'll need to refine these thoughts a bit, but here are some kernels of my latest ideas. Take care!

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

See also / Vease también

http://spainstudy2007.blogspot.com/

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

España - 19 de mayo 2007 - Toledo


I quote from my journal with slight editing.


Trip to Toledo today. I was a bit upset by how things were run, and it represents a trend of neglect by the Mester language school that is ticking a few people off.

Usually we've had the culture teacher as our guide, so while at times a bit dry, she treated us well and we had enough time at each site to be able to learn quite a bit. Today, there was a different lady plus some unknown dude who acted as our guides.... First we went to El Museo de la Santa Cruz, which someone told me used to be a hospital. There was some Visigodo stuff and a neat courtyard; but, we walked through so fast and with so little context that I can tell you no more than that.


We saw a statue of Cervantes, blazed through a synagogue-turned-museum (too fast, once again), went to way too many stores, and saw the outside doors only of the cathedral. The only part I really enjoyed was when we had maybe two hours of free time and the weather turned just a tad rainy and I walked with some folks along the gorge cliff of the Río Tajo - pretty!

Overall, disappointed. How do you say that in Spanish?


The answer is estar desilusionado. Toledo is cool, we just had a sub-optimal experience there. Spain is super pretty! It reminds me a lot of eastern Washington, even down to the wind generator turbines up on the horizon. By the way, I picked up something for Mike there....

I'm giving you a picture of my roommate, Chris, as well. He's got a bit of "gangsta" blood in 'em, in case you can't tell in the photo.


This Sunday we went to the Salamanca branch's meetings. I was amazed by how few times I got lost paying attention to the talks and lessons.

Saturday, May 12, 2007

En españa - 12 de mayo de 2007


¡Hola todos! Today we went to Segovia and Ávila, two towns in provinces neighboring Salamanca. I have to hurry because I don't have enough money to go over 15 minutes on the co mputer without having to split a 20 euro bill to pay like .50 €, so sorry this is rushed. I'm writing a lot more than you guys are seeing, but it's on paper and I don't have the time to type it up for now.


In Segovia there's a great Roman aqueduct (I don't know how to spell that in english, in Spanish it's acueducto). Think, 2000 years old and still standing. With a little help from some European Union human culture preservation fund, of course. There was also a castle called el Alcázar with an amazing moat. Then in Ávila the town had its full set of city walls, an amazing sight from far off and close up. Sorry, no pic there, yet.
Gotta go, hope to share more later! Love you all,
- Josh

Monday, May 07, 2007

En españa - 7 de mayo 2007

Hola, estoy en España y les quiero escribir sobre mis experiencias. So we got to Salamanca on Sunday night and finally met our host families, but up until then Sunday was packed with visits to the Museo del Prado and the Reina Sofía museum in Madrid, then to San Lorenzo del Escorial, an old royal retreat converted into a monastery a ways out of madrid, then right next to that the Valle de los Caídos with a creepy cathedral where Francisco Franco, the good ol' dictator of Spain, is buried.

But anyway, we got to Salamanca and I and the other two guys in the group (Tommy and Chris) met our host mom (her name escapes me still). All three of us are in one little bedroom, but it's actually a great setup. We had to unbolt this bar from the side of Tommy's bed so he would have room to sleep, then get the heater turned down (it was waaaaay to hot when we got there....) Anyway, we had dinner at 8-ish, and it was some yummy soup plus bread, and also flan in a cup. It was a lot to eat! I was glad to notice that our host has a gigantic copy of Don Quijote in her living room - it's a lot like a family in the U.S. having a big family bible, since both serve as the founding document of modern English and modern Spanish respectively.

We have also living with us a brasilian girl and two french girls, which seemed like it might be trouble given Chris's propensity for hitting on girls, but I think it will work out. The brasileña speaks Spanish and English fairly well, but las francesas don't speak English, or Spanish, or Portuguese, and none of the rest of us speak french, so even with the help of an Español-Francés dictionary we had a really hard time communicating. I wish I could tell you their names or how they were spelt, but I couldn't remember. Last night Tommy and I stayed up late listening to Chris tell stories about his time in the army in Iraq, which was really fascinating. Chris is the only member of our group who is not a member of the church. By typical BYU standards he's a rough character, and seems a little out of place amongst all the rest of us. But he is a great guy - given all he's experienced in his life, he has done a marvellous job keeping his life on track and just generally being a good guy. It's fun to get to know him.

It's been cool to put my Spanish to use and see that I'm in many situations well understood, and I can keep up with what's being said to me as well. At a restaurant we went to we had to leave soon after ordering, so I checked if they could make the food to go (para llevar) and then asked them to do so. Of course, they still originally brought the food out on plates (when I asked them again to make it to go, por favor!) and they messed up some of our order (I wanted a croka, not a pizza, but close enough).

Today was our first day at the language school. I went to the class that I was assigned to - and then I became very frightened about the remainder of the program. The class seemed to having nothing to do with either what I signed up for or with the score I got on the pre-test I took. I sat for an hour and a half and copied down notes on the many exciting uses of the prepositions 'para' and 'en', and it felt like I was just transferring the contents of a dictionary entry into my notebook. A month of that would kill me! Why have I already taken 4 years worth Spanish classes only to be subjected to such drudgery? Well, it worked out that I was in the wrong class, and instead of sitting there for a total of four hours a day (including conversation), I just have to go to a one hour lecture on Spanish culture, which is far more interesting than preposition meaning.

Anyway, my friends are all finished, so I've got to jet. See you all later!