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LEARN SPANISH IN SPAIN THIS SUMMER
By Kimberly Mantuano & ICC

Are you an ambitious teenager? Would you like to take a vacation to the beaches of Spain that your parents would approve of? Here's your opportunity. During your summer break from school, visit Southern Spain to hang out on the beach, learn or practice your favorite water sports, and meet people from all over the world. So why will your parents approve? Because you'll be learning Spanish in a safe environment. In fact, Centro de Integración y Comunicación (CICA) is a Spanish school that offers Spanish courses in coordination with various extra-curricular activities catering to the students' preferences.

International Connections Consulting (ICC) sent one of our travel writers to Spain to take Spanish classes at both of CICA's campuses. Not only did she take classes, but she spent a couple of months researching the culture and the people. CICA prides itself on offering incredible programs at a low price. Furthermore, ICC has performed a comparison of many in-country Spanish programs. CICA has such an extra-ordinary success rate for teaching Spanish that the students actually return! The interview below shares some details about the programs and the school.

Interviewer: Kimberly Mantuano*, ICC Travel Writer

VIP Guest: Carlos Vico, Director of CICA, Centro de Integración y Comunicación Learning Spanish in Spain http://cica.en.wanadoo.es

ICC:"Why should a student choose to learn Spanish at CICA compared to another language school?"

CICA: "The first thing that comes to mind is the location. The second is the quality of the teaching program including our teachers. CICA's main campus is in Almuñécar, which resides in the only subtropical area of Europe. It's a beach town and has so much to offer a visitor and yet it is small enough to manage on foot. No matter where you are in Almuñécar, the beach is within walking distance. Not only do students have their language classes, but each program offers so many exciting activities and excursions specific to Almuñécar and its surroundings. CICA is a language school teaching Spanish. While we do offer English classes to our local Spanish population, our full curriculum is solely for teaching Spanish as a foreign language. Because teaching languages is what we do, we can successfully provide students of all ages with superior language education. CICA's teachers are the best in the industry of teaching a foreign language and are extremely committed to the students."

ICC: "When you say that CICA's full curriculum is for learning a language, does that mean that CICA does not offer other types of courses?"

CICA: "That is correct; although our programs always offer some extra-curricular activities that may have courses as well. For instance, if a student chooses to take advantage of scuba diving or windsurfing, those activities have their own training classes. That training is separate from their language course, but secured and coordinated through CICA. But to answer your question further, we do not offer other types of classes like business, history, or real estate, for example. We specialize in Spanish as a foreign language."

ICC: "So you believe that CICA's location is a key factor in teaching students?"

CICA: "Absolutely. Learning Spanish in a "true" Spanish town is ideal. Almuñécar is the perfect setting because natural Spanish culture still remains, which in turn, provides a Spanish speaking community for students to practice what they've learned when they are not in the classroom. Furthermore, students hoping to enjoy the Spanish culture, get to see the real thing. Our host families are all Spanish and therefore, provide incomparable insight to the Spanish way of life."

ICC: "Do all students stay with host families?"

CICA: "Yes. A host family offers the perfect platform for a youth to live comfortably while learning the language. Since CICA's approach to teaching Spanish is a very communicative one, living with Spanish-speaking people is ideal. Each of our host families have been chosen with our students' needs in mind. The families provide meals, do laundry, and, when appropriate, offer students to join in family outings. Many of our students build everlasting relationships with their host families."

ICC: "Does the host family drive the student to and from their destinations?"

CICA: "Almuñécar is so small that almost everywhere the student needs to be is accessible on foot. Students walk to the school, which is no more than 15 minutes from their family's home. Almost all of the activities are within walking distance as well. The exception is for our excursions, in which we take a bus to and from our destination."

ICC: "Is it safe to send students to overseas programs?"

CICA: "I'm not sure about other parts of the world, but Almuñécar, Spain is very safe, including the entire Granada region. I have lived in this area my whole life and have traveled all over the world. Almuñécar is a small town where most people get around on foot. Even walking alone at night is safe. I have a daughter and would, undoubtedly, send her to this town without worry. Additionally, the student's host family is always concerned about them and their well being. Due to the town being small and quaint, people are aware of each other and look out for each other. I should also state that our youth programs require permission from parents and written agreements with the students regarding their involvement in activities and curfews. This allows us to cater to individual family needs and expectations. CICA also provides 24-hour service to its students, so that they can call at any time if they have a problem."

ICC: "You mentioned that Almuñécar is great for its activities. Can you name a few?"

CICA: "Of course. CICA offers several programs based on the interest of the students. Because Almuñécar is a beach town with sophistication, the location allows us to offer a wide range of activities from water sports to tropical tours. The water sports are very popular. Students can obtain a scuba diving certification and visit some of the most exciting underwater scenery in the world. Some choose to learn to windsurf or take advantage of sailing classes. We also have 1 day excursions to nearby towns such as Granada and the infamous Alhambra, or Nerja and its breathtaking caves. There are Jeep excursions, trekking, or even a visit to Almuñécar's water park. For those hoping for a lighter schedule, many students enjoy sitting on the beach and walking up and down our incredible boardwalk. There are local art classes or flamenco dancing lessons. Almuñécar has so many historical sites, as well proving its long history since first settled around 1500 B.C."

ICC: "CICA boasts about its professors. What makes them so good?"

CICA: "Not only do our professors hold a university degree, but they also hold an SFL (Spanish as a Foreign Language) qualification. This means that our teachers are trained to teach Spanish in every level from beginning to advanced. The education received by the students is always superior. Without a doubt, students complete the program with a number of accomplishments in the foreign language. CICA has one of the highest rates of students returning to take additional Spanish courses."

ICC: "You offer courses in various timeframes, such as 2 weeks or 3 weeks. In your opinion, what program is the most appealing?"

CICA: "It's difficult to suggest a specific program and timeframe because CICA can offer any program based on the student or group's desires. If a student or group is looking to learn some basic Spanish and about the Spanish culture, a 2 week program may be appropriate. If the desire is to learn Spanish as a 2nd language, then 2 weeks is definitely not enough for a beginner. Naturally, the longer the course, the more Spanish the student will learn."

ICC: "Is there a website for people to learn more about your programs?"

CICA: "Yes. Interested parties can review CICA's programs at http://cica.en.wanadoo.es. Almuñécar's website at www.almunecar.info is also a useful resource for learning about the area."

*The interviewer has taken courses from both CICA's campuses in Spain and is willing to answer any questions you may have. Feel free to email Kimberly at kamantuano@bellsouth.net.

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THE SCENIC ROUTE
By Kimberly Mantuano

So we have to walk 100 meters to take a bus, then a subway train, then a regular train, another bus, a plane, and then a what? A boat? Seriously? It was really true. And then we even had to take another bus. Public transportation is, without a doubt, the European way. In the United States, there are only a handful of cities that make it easy to live without a car and the rest of the entire country requires one. Even when the tourists come to Orlando, Florida, they typically rent a car or have a planned itinerary with their hotel to taxi them everywhere. In Europe, the most economical way for the tourist to get around is to walk, bus or train. Some cities, like Rome, for instance are too big to walk to each attraction unless you are staying in the center of town or staying for a long time. The center of town is slightly over my budget - okay, dramatically over my budget. Fortunately, staying in the center of a tourist town isn't my favorite location because I'm always in search of the locals. I'm happy to stay just outside the city and ride the subway train with the Romans going to work in the morning. We all fight each other to get on the train and desperately hang on during the ride so as to not fall on each other. During rush hour, the Rome subway functions similar to the Washington, DC subway. You're shoulder to shoulder with a bunch of people you don't know that apparently don't bathe as often as you do.
View of the Venice "streets" from our gondola ride!

So what brought me to Rome and why did I have to take a boat? Kameron, my 9 year old daughter and I have been taking a slow tour of Europe for over 4 months. We've spent weeks of time each in Germany, Italy, and Spain with a weekend jaunt to Southern France. Doing short, big-city tours prevents you from seeing the real people. I find that a town and its inhabitants unravel so many characteristics during a 4 week timeframe that can't be seen in 3 to 5 days. But since one of my best friends, Jordan was visiting Europe for her first time, Kameron and I decided to accommodate a whirlwind adventure. Our trip would take us in this order to Madrid, Barcelona, Rome, Venice, and Milan.

Madrid welcomed us with a place to rest for a couple days and enough time to explore many of the monuments and museums. Since the 3 of us have an appreciation of art, we visited the Prado Museum, displaying masterpieces from the 16th to the 18th centuries, as well as some works from medieval times. To indulge in our appreciation of modern art, we also visited the Reina Sofia Art Center Museum. I had fun explaining to Kameron some of the history of Picasso and Dali while perusing through each room. So often contemporary art leaves you wondering what the artist was thinking. Kameron and I enjoyed staring at some of the paintings without reading the information card to test our perceptive ability to identify with the artist. We were only right about a third of the time. On another day, I took Kameron and Jordan on the search for a building that supposedly has no straight lines, the Palacio Longoria. Once we found it, I was very disappointed to learn that the interior of the building is private and under no circumstances was the armed guard going to let us in. So I took a few pictures of the extraordinary exterior. If it were painted in primary colors, you would swear it should be in a Dr. Seuss book.

Barcelona offers the same type of building scenery. In a network of commercial buildings are these astonishingly creative and decorated ones. The Palace of Catalan Music is in an unsuspecting location and looks like nothing you've ever seen. Forget the Barbie Dream House - they should make dollhouses look like this! Then, of course, there is Gaudi Park. We had the choice of seeing Gaudi Park or taking a field trip to the Police Station, so we chose the Police Station. The rectangular building is painted in neutral colors and has flags on the outside. The officers are very pleasant while they accommodate many foreigners with reporting stolen items. Okay, so unfortunately my girlfriend's wallet was stolen from her bag while we were eating an early lunch, which led us to the police station. I have to admit that the officers were very kind and helpful and quick to resolve urgent matters like canceling credit cards. They were even willing to process the report manually since we had to catch a plane that evening. I must also commend Visa for so efficiently managing her situation in providing immediate cash and a temporary credit card.

Ryanair delivers us safely from Barcelona to Rome. Have you ever been on a flight where the passengers clap when you land? VERY peculiar. Arriving in Italy consumed me with one thought: Italian coffee. Maybe it's strange the things that satisfy me, but I KNEW it would taste just as good as moist, chocolate cake with chocolate icing. It did. Ugh… how do the Italians do it? And it only costs 90 cents. Although, it can cost 4 euros in the Vatican City. In such an amazing place, I guess the coffee SHOULD be at the Starbucks price. In the middle of our 5 days in Rome, we also crammed a day and night in Florence and a handful of hours in Pisa. It was nice to revisit Florence, a town where I don't need a map and feel welcomed by all of our friends at Nettuno’s. It was the perfect place to celebrate Thanksgiving.

After Pisa, we trained back to Rome and spent a couple days rushing around to all the typical sites. I wonder if the Romans notice that there are ruins of columns next to their office building. I wonder if it occurs to them that the Coliseum has been there for almost 2000 years as they whiz past on the 2 lane road, 20 feet from the actual structure. We saw almost everything except the Sistine Chapel. A shame, I know. We did take a tour of the line to get into the Chapel, though. Now THAT was impressive. Apparently, this particular Sunday signified the one Sunday of the month that the entrance to the Chapel is free. In fact, it was almost a 10 minute walk to find the end of the line. We passed groups that looked as though they had been sleeping there the night before. If I had read the travel books ahead of time, I would have known before I forced us to get up at 6am in hopes to gawk at Michelangelo’s masterpiece. Since we had to be at the airport by 3:30, we wanted to take advantage of our last Roman hours. We went back to the Coliseum to be mesmerized one more time. We bargained for a horse and carriage ride and then began the economical path to Venice.

 
Palacio Longorio in Madrid

After our delightful horse and buggy ride, we took the subway to the bus station. We took the bus back to our hotel to catch a taxi to the airport. We flew to Treviso and then took a train to Venice to find the boat that would take us to our hotel. I had written the directions from the hotel's website and was confident that I could make it to the correct boat stop and then ask for walking directions to our hotel. So, with help from a Venetian, we stepped onto the correct boat going in the right direction. It was amazing to actually HAVE to take a boat in order to get to your destination. I had never been to Venice and couldn't understand what a town without streets would be like. But as I had suspected, it was amazing and enchanting.

We find our stop (fortunately it was obvious) and walked to the nearest hotel to ask for directions to OUR hotel. When the concierge laughed out loud, I was a little worried. Then he informed that we have to get back onto the boat and go to the very last stop! Once we finally made it to the last stop, we had to take a bus to get to the edge of the island to find our hotel. No tourist would intentionally stay where we pre-booked our accommodations. I find these kinds of “accidents” to be part of the journey. It's those accidents that make the memory more fun for me.

Lido is where our hotel was located. It's on the edge of the Earth! It's the outermost island off of Venice. In fact, they don't include Lido on most of the Venice maps, but it's a delightful place that exhales small-town charm. Walking the streets of Lido is totally different from walking the streets of Venice. I feel lucky that we accidentally ended up there. Lido actually lured us into staying a couple nights longer and skipping Milan altogether. We would take the ferry boat over to Venice to explore before returning to Lido in the evenings. One day in Venice, we took a gondola ride. The gondolier sang to us and impressed us with historical information. He stated that the population of Venice is 45,000 and they receive 14 million visitors a year! I'm proud to be part of that statistic for this year.

Accidentally booking a hotel in the middle of nowhere or going the “long way” is what I call the scenic route of any adventure. Fortunately, on most of these “scenic” occasions during our European tour, we have nowhere to be except lost trying to find our way. I don't have that directional radar as an innate quality. Getting lost is easy for me whether I'm exploring on foot with a map, on a bus hoping that some monument will prove that we've arrived at my stop, or even following explicit instructions with landmarks and street names. On one occasion, I directed us onto a bus that supposedly went to our hotel. After a forty-five minute tour of a residential area of town, we arrive back to the stop at which we should have exited 39 minutes prior. Another time, I put us on the right bus going the wrong way and after about 40 minutes we return to the exact place we started without ever coming to our stop. Did they put GPS in a wrist watch yet? I need one. In the meantime, I think I’ll start talking to the bus driver beforehand.

I successfully navigate the 3 of us back to Spain and then say good-bye to Jordan as she travels back to the States. Kameron and I unload our backpacks in our rented apartment in Almuñécar, and look forward to relaxing in a beach town through the holiday season. No more buses or trains. No more tickets for the subway. No more research about historical buildings to visit. No more repacking our stuff. Just normal life in a small Spanish town. There are Christmas decorations already hanging above the streets and store windows displaying holiday specials. It'll be a time for absorbing Spanish culture and appreciating simplicity. Happy Holidays and Happy New Year!

 


LEARN SPANISH IN SPAIN THIS SUMMER
By Kimberly Mantuano & ICC

Are you an ambitious teenager? Would you like to take a vacation to the beaches of Spain that your parents would approve of? Here's your opportunity. During your summer break from school, visit Southern Spain to hang out on the beach, learn or practice your favorite water sports, and meet people from all over the world. So why will your parents approve? Because you'll be learning Spanish in a safe environment. In fact, Centro de Integración y Comunicación (CICA) is a Spanish school that offers Spanish courses in coordination with various extra-curricular activities catering to the students' preferences.

International Connections Consulting (ICC) sent one of our travel writers to Spain to take Spanish classes at both of CICA's campuses. Not only did she take classes, but she spent a couple of months researching the culture and the people. CICA prides itself on offering incredible programs at a low price. Furthermore, ICC has performed a comparison of many in-country Spanish programs. CICA has such an extra-ordinary success rate for teaching Spanish that the students actually return! The interview below shares some details about the programs and the school.

Interviewer: Kimberly Mantuano*, ICC Travel Writer

VIP Guest: Carlos Vico, Director of CICA, Centro de Integración y Comunicación Learning Spanish in Spain http://cica.en.wanadoo.es

ICC:"Why should a student choose to learn Spanish at CICA compared to another language school?"

CICA: "The first thing that comes to mind is the location. The second is the quality of the teaching program including our teachers. CICA's main campus is in Almuñécar, which resides in the only subtropical area of Europe. It's a beach town and has so much to offer a visitor and yet it is small enough to manage on foot. No matter where you are in Almuñécar, the beach is within walking distance. Not only do students have their language classes, but each program offers so many exciting activities and excursions specific to Almuñécar and its surroundings. CICA is a language school teaching Spanish. While we do offer English classes to our local Spanish population, our full curriculum is solely for teaching Spanish as a foreign language. Because teaching languages is what we do, we can successfully provide students of all ages with superior language education. CICA's teachers are the best in the industry of teaching a foreign language and are extremely committed to the students."

ICC: "When you say that CICA's full curriculum is for learning a language, does that mean that CICA does not offer other types of courses?"

CICA: "That is correct; although our programs always offer some extra-curricular activities that may have courses as well. For instance, if a student chooses to take advantage of scuba diving or windsurfing, those activities have their own training classes. That training is separate from their language course, but secured and coordinated through CICA. But to answer your question further, we do not offer other types of classes like business, history, or real estate, for example. We specialize in Spanish as a foreign language."

ICC: "So you believe that CICA's location is a key factor in teaching students?"

CICA: "Absolutely. Learning Spanish in a "true" Spanish town is ideal. Almuñécar is the perfect setting because natural Spanish culture still remains, which in turn, provides a Spanish speaking community for students to practice what they've learned when they are not in the classroom. Furthermore, students hoping to enjoy the Spanish culture, get to see the real thing. Our host families are all Spanish and therefore, provide incomparable insight to the Spanish way of life."

ICC: "Do all students stay with host families?"

CICA: "Yes. A host family offers the perfect platform for a youth to live comfortably while learning the language. Since CICA's approach to teaching Spanish is a very communicative one, living with Spanish-speaking people is ideal. Each of our host families have been chosen with our students' needs in mind. The families provide meals, do laundry, and, when appropriate, offer students to join in family outings. Many of our students build everlasting relationships with their host families."

ICC: "Does the host family drive the student to and from their destinations?"

CICA: "Almuñécar is so small that almost everywhere the student needs to be is accessible on foot. Students walk to the school, which is no more than 15 minutes from their family's home. Almost all of the activities are within walking distance as well. The exception is for our excursions, in which we take a bus to and from our destination."

ICC: "Is it safe to send students to overseas programs?"

CICA: "I'm not sure about other parts of the world, but Almuñécar, Spain is very safe, including the entire Granada region. I have lived in this area my whole life and have traveled all over the world. Almuñécar is a small town where most people get around on foot. Even walking alone at night is safe. I have a daughter and would, undoubtedly, send her to this town without worry. Additionally, the student's host family is always concerned about them and their well being. Due to the town being small and quaint, people are aware of each other and look out for each other. I should also state that our youth programs require permission from parents and written agreements with the students regarding their involvement in activities and curfews. This allows us to cater to individual family needs and expectations. CICA also provides 24-hour service to its students, so that they can call at any time if they have a problem."

ICC: "You mentioned that Almuñécar is great for its activities. Can you name a few?"

CICA: "Of course. CICA offers several programs based on the interest of the students. Because Almuñécar is a beach town with sophistication, the location allows us to offer a wide range of activities from water sports to tropical tours. The water sports are very popular. Students can obtain a scuba diving certification and visit some of the most exciting underwater scenery in the world. Some choose to learn to windsurf or take advantage of sailing classes. We also have 1 day excursions to nearby towns such as Granada and the infamous Alhambra, or Nerja and its breathtaking caves. There are Jeep excursions, trekking, or even a visit to Almuñécar's water park. For those hoping for a lighter schedule, many students enjoy sitting on the beach and walking up and down our incredible boardwalk. There are local art classes or flamenco dancing lessons. Almuñécar has so many historical sites, as well proving its long history since first settled around 1500 B.C."

ICC: "CICA boasts about its professors. What makes them so good?"

CICA: "Not only do our professors hold a university degree, but they also hold an SFL (Spanish as a Foreign Language) qualification. This means that our teachers are trained to teach Spanish in every level from beginning to advanced. The education received by the students is always superior. Without a doubt, students complete the program with a number of accomplishments in the foreign language. CICA has one of the highest rates of students returning to take additional Spanish courses."

ICC: "You offer courses in various timeframes, such as 2 weeks or 3 weeks. In your opinion, what program is the most appealing?"

CICA: "It's difficult to suggest a specific program and timeframe because CICA can offer any program based on the student or group's desires. If a student or group is looking to learn some basic Spanish and about the Spanish culture, a 2 week program may be appropriate. If the desire is to learn Spanish as a 2nd language, then 2 weeks is definitely not enough for a beginner. Naturally, the longer the course, the more Spanish the student will learn."

ICC: "Is there a website for people to learn more about your programs?"

CICA: "Yes. Interested parties can review CICA's programs at http://cica.en.wanadoo.es. Almuñécar's website at www.almunecar.info is also a useful resource for learning about the area."

*The interviewer has taken courses from both CICA's campuses in Spain and is willing to answer any questions you may have. Feel free to email Kimberly at kamantuano@bellsouth.net.

 

SIESTA TIME
By Kimberly Mantuano

Six weeks in Germany, a weekend in France, and five weeks in Italy had painted a pretty fantastic canvas for Kameron and me. Continuing on our path for culture shock, my 9 year old daughter and I venture into more unfamiliar ground. Arriving in Granada, Spain a day before beginning our Spanish classes, Kameron and I ate a typical Spanish lunch in the home of a pleasant native family. I thought it was appropriate that the first thing we did in Spain was eat - the perfect introduction to a new place.

The lifestyle in Granada is awesome! I actually thought that Italy would be more like this. All the shops open in the morning around 9 or 10. Then they close around 1 or 2 and don’t reopen until 5 or 6. I’m sure you can guess what they do during their break… they eat and then sleep! What a life! And, guess what? Just like in Italy, there’s free food here too! For those of you that aren’t familiar with tapas, they are appetizer portions of food. When you go to a place during lunchtime or dinnertime and order a drink, the tapas are free! Europe can really offer a lot to the budget driven foreigner. You go from one Spanish restaurant to another tasting them all until you find your favorite. Many places let you choose from a list tapas and others serve what is available at the time. My favorite was at Bar K-Ito. With the purchase of a drink (1,50 euros, not even $2), they serve you a skewer of grilled whitefish and shrimp, potatoes with warm dressing on them and salad!

Each weekday Kameron and I walked the 6 minutes to CICA, Centro de Integracion y Comunicacion, our language school to spend a few hours learning Spanish. It’s amazing how much you can learn in a couple hours. It’s also amazing how hard it is to use it in real life! Although, I am grateful to the people of Granada for being so patient with me while I attempt to deliver my own Spanish sentences. It’s very generous of them considering how long it sometimes takes me to spit out the words! They obligingly assist me with the correct words and willingly repeat themselves when necessary. Understanding what they are saying to me is a completely different story. I will need a lot more practice! But as in every situation with a language barrier, I love the challenge and the comic relief that undoubtedly unfolds.

No matter where we are from and what language we speak, I think we all easily adapt to the siesta schedule. When we get all “grown-up” and have a job, we all of a sudden realize how great it was to be 4 years old in pre-school where it was necessary to take a nap in the afternoons. Countless times I wished I could take a nap instead of needing my afternoon coffee. Wish granted. On more than one occasion I took advantage of the siesta, but it was nice to explore Granada during those hours. When the streets are not bustling with locals, it’s easier to slowly wander the streets and unravel our new surroundings.

Most of the people in Granada live in apartments, as opposed to houses. It appears that the wealthier people in the city live in larger apartments. I didn’t see a house with a yard in the 3 weeks that we spent in Granada. Actually, I didn’t see “a house” at all. Granada appears to be a network of tall buildings with shops at the bottom and several floors of apartments on top. When you actually explore through the city, though, you find a Moorish neighborhood called the Albacin with almost no businesses and path after path of whitewashed walls of homes. The streets were intentionally structured up a mountain that has astonishing views of the famous monument to the Islamic Nasrid Dynasty rule in Spain, the Alhambra. We walked up the cobbled streets of the Albacin, in between rows of houses to finally arrive at an open plateau with the most magnificent view of the Alhambra. You can see the Alhambra from many places in the city, but none has a better view than this. It was obviously a trek that many people make on a daily basis to spend hours soaking in the panorama of the city. Some come to play their instruments in hopes of a donation or two. Others bring some food and relax under the sun. And many are probably tourists like me wondering why no one told me about this place before now.

While the streets of the Albacin are quiet, the rest of Granada is busy with a lot of construction everywhere. I think that’s a good sign for Granada in upcoming years. It’s a university town with a lot of foreign residents, as well as many English-speaking people learning Spanish in a language school. In fact, Kameron and I were living in a student apartment with 3 other foreign students: a girl from Sweden, a girl from Germany, and a guy from Italy. The common language among all of us is English, which was very fortunate for Kameron. Her stories always flow out of her mouth so quickly. And typical of a child, she isn’t always concerned that the audience understands her. Storytelling is still a refreshing quality about her that is entertaining for me AND the Europeans we’ve met along the way. After 10 seconds of hearing her talk, it is obvious that Kameron is American.

While I haven’t met any Americans yet, I hear that there are many in Granada. There is also a reputation that the Americans living in Europe offer the best Halloween parties! According to the Germans, Italians, and Spanish, celebrating Halloween was not a European tradition. While it is nothing compared to what we do in the States, they’re catching on. We saw kids dressed up and there are a couple stores that sell costumes and other scary stuff. Although, no one knocked on our 5th floor apartment door to trick or treat us.

Before we begin a mini-tour of some hot spots, Kameron and I decided to spend a few days in Almunecar, Spain. It’s a small, beach town on the Mediterranean Sea filled with all the charm of an old town, but all the convenience of a new town. Great food, amazing weather, and a lot of new territory to explore. After we get some touristy cities off of our list, Kameron and I will head back to Almunecar to “meet the people”. In short that means that we’ll be looking for a new local coffee spot, our favorite grocery store, a restaurant or two that we can frequent for inexpensive, Spanish cuisine, and walks to the beach enjoying the warm weather.

For the record, McDonald’s is in Spain too, but I’d like to add that so far my favorite McDonald’s in the world is in Aschaffenburg, Germany. I’m not necessarily proud of this, but sometimes it’s really nice to walk into an American establishment and eat junk food. The Spanish coffee ranks second place, but it still doesn’t compare to Italian coffee. Every European I’ve met agrees that the Italian coffee is the best - even the French. Thank you, Italy. I’m thanking Spain for making the best sweet foods. Every kind of desert food that I tasted was incredible. I can still agree with my previous statement that Europeans are just like me with different environmental needs. Americans are definitely excessive in everything, which is something I can totally appreciate. But the Europeans have this way of expressing life that has profoundly affected me in a positive way. I will be a much better American when we finally return home. Until then, I’ll keep exploring Europe one coffee shop at a time… I mean one step at a time.

 


FREE FOOD
By Kimberly Mantuano

As my 8 year old daughter, Kameron and I continue to travel through Europe, I am continually intrigued by proving whether my forethoughts were true or way off track. We have been in Florence, Italy for over a month, and it has been entertaining to prove some of my assumptions about Italians, especially since I grew up with many “American-Italian” traditions. I have Italian heritage and have been (fortunately, in my opinion) trained that life is all about the food. Italy encompasses the good life in so many ways, but the one that impressed me the most was the food! Everything I ate was fresh. The meat, the cheese, the bread, the wine... it was all so… fresh. I can’t describe it any other way. And the best part of it all, is Italians are EXTREMELY generous (another confirmed assumption) and on many occasions fed me and Kameron for FREE!

As always in a new town, I look for the place with the most locals (that serves a good cup of coffee, of course). Kameron and I found Nettuno’s, a place about a block from our rented apartment that we could spend some time every day on our walk into town and on the way back. The same local people stop in to have a beverage (most of the time an alcoholic one) on their 30 minute break and then go back to work until around 6 or 7 when they come back to socialize for an hour or two. The bar owner sets out unsalted bread (a staple of Florence) and a red sauce that tastes like marinara, salsa, and chili mixed together. Many local places set out food around this time which serves as an appetizer before people go out to dinner or have dinner at home. I would stand in the doorways talking to my new Italian friends while they smoke a cigarette (there is no smoking inside restaurants) watching some locals play soccer in the street. Even people just passing through the streets would join in and volley the ball once or twice before continuing on. Periodically we all make it back to the bar to dip another piece of bread in the sauce.

I have to admit that many nights, Kameron and I couldn’t eat dinner after leaving Nettuno’s! Even on our second evening there, the bar owner looks at Kameron and says, “Kameron, you are hungry?” And before she can answer, he puts out a plate of fresh prosciutto on flat Italian bread. One for her and one for me. One afternoon, he asks me if I like cheese and out comes a chunk of cheese served on a plate with a big knife that he just cut from a block! The owner of the restaurant next store won’t take no for an answer to invite us to dinner several times AND won’t accept any money from me. Needless to say, I stopped eating at home. Italians can’t help themselves, so I figure I’ll go with an empty stomach.

While I did enjoy eating our way through Florence, there were so many other amazing things to boast about. As the usual tourist would do, Kameron and I saw all the major sites. The Duomo DID make my heart skip a beat in the most memorable way. As Kameron and I are making our way through the narrow streets of tall buildings cramped with shops and restaurants, periodically there is just enough room for a small part of the Duomo to peak through. Every time we get a glimpse, I have to walk a little faster. It’s so out of place and confined in the middle of everything, yet so perfectly hidden so that when you finally break through all the buildings that are blocking the view, you are stunned. While I had read all about the shades of marble and had seen photos in books and online, I never imagined ANYTHING like this. Kameron is watching me in horror as I literally rub my hands on the exterior walls in amazement. I couldn’t bring myself to go inside because the outside was so thrilling. After about 25 minutes of watching me, Kameron finally told me it was time to stop feeling the walls. She also mentioned several times that I should close my mouth so bugs don’t get in there. I’m still a bit dumbfounded by my experience. We went back to the Duomo several times. We DID go inside and even climbed to the top – all 460 or so steps. The view was definitely worth it, although I must confess, I was enthusiastic to reach the top for the exercise. I have to work off all this food somehow!

Walking around Florence was helpful for burning off some good Italian cuisine and also provided exciting people watching. The reputation that Italians are about fashion is true! The streets were mixed with some locals draped in fancy garb from head to toe and some dressed in the newest trendy styles down to the smallest accessories. I saw women riding their bicycles in stilettos and wondered if that’s where it all began – comfort plays no role in shoes. Women wear shoes because they are cute. Kameron and I were the only people we saw in flip-flops, so apparently those aren’t in style in Florence.

I also noticed that Europeans don’t feel the need to wear something different every day like Americans. They pick a pair of jeans or pants and wear them for several days. Many Italians would show up at our local watering hole in the same outfit for 3 days in a row. It has taken me a while to feel comfortable wearing the same jeans 2 days in a row, but I still haven’t been able to wear the same shirt more than once a week. It doesn’t even cross my mind that they will be talking amongst each other in a whisper saying, “Oh my gosh, she wore that yesterday. Hush, hush, be quiet, she’s coming this way.” I think it’s more of a passion for enjoying my clothes. Kameron fits right in, though. She will gleefully wear the same skirt and shirt every day, if I’d let her. I guess if I could think more European, my suitcase would be much more manageable.

Frankly, I have gone through our suitcases twice to identify anything that we could possibly live without until next summer. So far we have sent 2 boxes home. Since Kameron and I were finishing our stay in Florence, I was repacking our suitcases to prepare for our trip through Bergamo (a town near Milan) before flying to Southern Spain. Since we would take a couple trains, a plane, a bus, and yet, another train (this route was the most economical), I figured we would want our luggage to be as light as possible. I didn’t do as good as I’d hoped, but at least we are down to about 60 kilograms all together. After Winter, we will definitely send more home. Maybe by then, we can be down to just a couple backpacks! Right now, I will make the hypothesis that we will get down to one suitcase and two backpacks by April. I’ll keep you updated as the months continue to pass.

So Kameron and I say goodbye to our Florentine apartment and I enjoy, with the utmost satisfaction, my last cup of Italian coffee until next Spring. I actually had two. I wasn’t sure how the Spanish coffee would be, so I figured I should indulge. We said our goodbyes to the locals too and then heaved our stuff once again through the streets of a new town. Bergamo was very Italian as far as we could tell in our 2 day visit. There weren’t many tourists in sight, which was in extreme contrast to Florence. It was refreshing to walk around town without shops that are obviously catering to the vacationing shopper. The town was simple and pleasant with mild colored buildings surrounded by a backdrop of mountains. It definitely served as a great place to relax before embarking on our next tireless adventure in Granada, Spain.

Euro Gypsy

 


CULTURE SHOCK GRANTED
By Kimberly Mantuano, ICC Travel Writer


Kameron and Kimberly .

Sausages, schnitzel, and beer, order up! Traversing through Germany, a jaunt through Southern France, and my precarious first steps through the Vespa-filled streets of Italy is more than enough to grant me the culture shock I was craving!

Kameron, my 8 year old daughter and I began our 11 month European adventure on August 1st in a small hillside town outside of Frankfurt called Aschaffenburg, commonly referred to by the locals as Aburg (Ah’ berg). The landscape was fantastic with a blanket of uniformly red tiled roofs amid the vibrant green backdrop of tree covered hills. Kameron and I would stroll downtown each day to enjoy a classic hot German pretzel and mingle with the locals and visitors that were taking advantage of the summer sales. We’d pass buildings that have been there since the 13th century and the traditional gingerbread house type structures. We made certain to partake in the weekend festivals that fill up the month of August. Yes, that did include imbibing in the infamous German beer and a tasty concoction of beer and lemonade-soda (like Sprite) typically ordered by lady-like women or people riding their bicycles - basically people who only want to be half drunk.

Aburg residents are very proud of their castle, Schloss Johannisburg. Built in the beginning of the 17th century, this stunning structure used to house political leaders and still remains the center of attention for local events. At the big city festival, Stadtfest, the streets were lined with tents of food, games and rides all the way down to the river under the castle. Bratwurst, rindwurst, French fries, and beverages. Turkish, Chinese, and Italian vendors too. There were live bands playing American and English hits. The Germans would get really excited and sing along, which I found to be strange since most Aburgers don’t speak much English. I am enlightened later by some newfound German friends, that they usually don’t understand what the song is saying, but listen to it because of the beat. It was peculiar, but welcomed that almost all public venues played American and English music that Kameron and I could sing along to and actually understand!

While Aburg wasn’t flourishing with English speaking adults, I did enjoy communicating in charades and pointing and laughing about it with them. I have a sneaking suspicion that they were probably more often laughing AT me than WITH me, but I was more than obliged to provide them with the comic relief. In my attempt to learn some German, or more appropriately referred to as Deutsch, I would try to translate words from English to Deutsch or vice versa, but judging by the bemused expressions on their faces, I don’t think that usually worked out for me. Either there are 15 or so German words for each English word or the words translate into something strange. For example, there is a cycle on some washing machines called “Schleudern”, which translated into English means “hurl”. Visualize if you will, my state of bewilderment in trying to figure out how to do the laundry!! Most Germans seem to think that German is the hardest language to learn – I’m certainly not going to argue that one.

Kameron and I were excited to visit Frankfurt and immerse ourselves in the palpable feel of its metropolitan beat. Large contemporary buildings nestled next to ancient ones lined the streets. It was a nice contrast from the slow pace and quiet streets of Aburg. We saw many of the touristy things like the zoo, the cathedral, the Euro Monument. Yes, there’s a monument of the Euro symbol. It made me wonder if there is a monument of the Dollar somewhere in America. Hmmm.


There was a “mess hall” in one of the hotels we stayed in that became sort of our headquarters; and it provided some very entertaining and interesting people watching opportunities. There were the Far East Asians who used the kitchen to make their big pot of noodles to share amongst each other. Others displayed their store bought groceries in the middle of the table where everyone could take food for themselves. Then there were the Americans and the English. Even in the middle of the day, the table would be brimming full of empty beer bottles as each of them would take turns running to relieve themselves during a lively card game.

After our 3 weeks in Aburg and 1 week in Frankfurt, Kameron and I decided we had to go to Berlin for a couple of weeks. It was delightful. It’s hard to really pinpoint and put into words, but the people were filled with something that was lacking in Aburg and Frankfurt. They were eager to assist and accommodating to speak English. People would greet you on the street to say hello. I wondered what made Berlin so different. Maybe it’s the hope that filled the people from the wall coming down about 25 years ago. Or maybe it was always this way. Regardless, we welcomed the change and loved it. When we were lost - more than once, of course - people would walk us to our destination – even when they were going the opposite direction. Getting lost is too usual for me. What’s worse is that I think I AM going in the right direction to find out a long time later that I’m not. Kameron should be very intolerant of me by now, but she happily supports me in finding my way, or asking for help, or even hailing a taxi!

While she happily supports me in walking all over town, Kameron reluctantly agreed to take a boat tour (as if she really had a choice) that had been suggested to us by some local Berliners since they offer it in English. On our first attempt to take the boat, I got lost, which was no surprise to Kameron, and we didn’t make it in time. On our second attempt to take the boat, we barely made it and had to literally jump on the boat! Very funny for the people watchers. They had unraveled the rope from the dock and the boat engine was pushing it from the platform. There was a man standing by the gate that willingly reached for Kameron and I jumped behind her. We made it, as well as making that memory I’ll never forget – I thought that only happened in the movies. As fate would have it, the English recording was broken that day, so Kameron and I got to make up our own history of the buildings and bridges. One thing I found to be a little strange is that many of the buildings and bridges had faces on them, and not always delightful faces either.

It was hard to say goodbye to Berlin and the safe streets of Germany where kids, Kameron’s age and younger, roam around unsupervised and, seemingly, without any risk of harm coming to them. Kameron and I were off to spend a weekend in Southern France before stepping onto Italian ground.

Just outside of Toulouse were rolling hills of crop and ancient houses from the 8th century. Should I repeat that? There are houses from the 8th century. For those of us from very young countries (Americans) who haven’t traveled to Europe before, it’s true. People actually live in homes that are over 1200 years old. That’s just astonishing craftsmanship! And they don’t even have Home Depot. The people were quiet and reserved, but polite and helpful. Of course, there were those few moments where a Frenchman cut off in traffic would scream incessantly the other; but otherwise, it was a quiet place. If you ask me, too quiet! I’m not sure I realized this about myself before, but too much quiet makes me a little crazy! In the evenings, you couldn’t hear cars or people or even bugs. Nothing stirred. On Saturdays, the town center of Lavaur fills up with a market. It made me think of an area of the French Quarter in New Orleans of marketers bringing their homemade clothing, jewelry, and food and selling them to people at on-the-spot negotiated prices. I wonder if that’s where the French Quarter got its name. After our long weekend, Kameron and I bid adieux to Southern France and were off to Florence, Italy.


The three trains Kameron and I took to Florence traveled through the night and were, quite frankly, tremendously taxing. While it is a viable and economical way to travel, I can’t say that I would look forward to embarking on it again. That said, the one view that couldn’t have been captured quite the same on an airplane, is the one of Nice, France and its surrounding cities. Stunning ocean views with boats lined up on docks and sandy beaches with people fishing. Of course, that could be the nostalgic Florida girl in me.

We arrive safely in Florence and spend our first days acclimating ourselves to our local area. A few blocks from the historical center of Florence, Kameron and I make our way through the busy streets packed with Vespas continually vying each other for position and cutting off cars to beat them to traffic lights. It’s almost as if the motorists courteously leave just enough room for the scooters to get up front! We stop for a much needed cup of coffee and an ice cream. Bustling streets and the best cup of coffee I’ve had in Europe – I feel right at home. I look forward to letting Florence and Tuscany permeate my senses over the upcoming days.

Traipsing through Europe is an incredible experience. I think Europeans are just like me but with different environmental needs. They use their cell phones as much as I do! They wear flip-flops just like me. Although, the Germans did make fun of me for wearing them on a cold rainy day; but I just LOVE my flip-flops! Germans recycle A LOT and are commendably, if not also compulsively, very conservative with their natural resources. Coffee seems to be a priority everywhere for everyone – something I’m grateful for! There’s barely any diet soda or fake sugar. Most American restaurants have 3 options of alternative sugar readily on the table. Still water is something you may have to pay for, while in America it usually comes with your meal whether you order it or not.

Much to my surprise, some of the things I miss the most and look forward to indulging in are Cheetos, Taco Bell, and sushi. The irony is they’re really not things I overindulge in when I’m home, I swear! But, they’re not anything that I can’t live without until next summer while I soak up the history of places that my grandparents’ grandparents used to live.

Chürs, Au Revoir, Ciao!
Kimberly Mantuano, Euro Gypsy


WANTED: Culture Shock
By Kimberly Mantuano

Now that I’m 32 (and getting younger every day), I thought it was time to take my flip flops on a longer trip. One that can offer a little more adventure than the Florida beaches every weekend. While I’ve traveled to a few hot spots - United Kingdom, Jamaica, and Central America - I never stayed long enough to really understand the people. My career paths have introduced me to many international colleagues and have inspired me to want to see more of the world. This inspiration leads me with my daughter (8 years old going on “grown up”) on a year long adventure to Europe. Why Europe? Because Europe encompasses so many incredible things, my favorite of which, is architecture. And there’s no better place to inspire an 8 year old artist. I can’t wait to see what she’ll create in her little sketch pad.

While the tourist attractions are on our list of things-to-do, our goal is to understand the culture of each place we visit. We want to shop at the local market with everyone else. Enjoy the staples of each area and just simply understand what makes the people wake up every day. We want to answer some of our inquiring questions like… What do people look forward to? How is their breakfast different from what I’ve been having all my 30 some years? Do they love their flip flops as much as I love mine? Are they a slave to their cell phone (I’ve heard it’s called a “handy”) like I have been?

Kameron and I will also be studying in some European countries and hitting some of the typically desired attractions. We will send you an account of what it’s like for the parents and the kids! Kameron has an enthusiastic imagination and extraordinary thirst for “life”. She will be preparing, in her own words what she thinks of the schools, the sites, and the people. If you wondered what an 8 year old might think of things like the history of the Eiffel Tower, studying Italian while learning to paint, or the architecture of the castles in Germany, then stay tuned. She’ll be writing about that and many other educational experiences along the way.

I am also looking forward to sharing with you from a mom’s perspective, as well as from the view of any normal tourist studying about and absorbing the culture of Europe. I’ll be keeping track of the ways to be safe in your environment if you want to travel with your kids, as well as what it’s like to, for example, take Spanish classes in Spain while your kids are learning in the chair right next to you!

I hope you’ll follow along with our travels. We’ll be departing for Germany at the end of July and will keep you updated every month until June of 2007! What an adventure this will be. Ciao!.

 

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