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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.
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View
of the Venice
"streets"
from our
gondola
ride!
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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.
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Palacio
Longorio
in Madrid
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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
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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