"Why not?" you may be wondering. I have no good answer to that question, or at least none that makes me feel good about myself. I wanted to, but I was overwhelmed. I tried to, but I felt too sad and uninspired to write. And then it was months later, there was so much to do to catch up, and it just felt easier to write about the present than to scrounge up the past.
But what is New Years for, if not to remember the best parts of the previous year, and hope to top them in the next one?
So without further ado, a remembrance of all the beautiful trips I took in 2015, as I dream of the places I might go in the year to come.
Next up was an ill-fated trip to Marseille, which I hated despite its beauty. I was once again staying in an Airbnb, this time with an older French couple who seemed to go out of their way to make me feel subordinate and uncomfortable. "C'est pas mangeable," they said about the (apparently inferior quality) bread and cheese I had brought to share with them at dinnertime, "It's inedible." They took me to see the calanques (fjords) the next day, then spent the entire time talking to each other about people I didn't know, kissing, giggling, and ignoring me.
I was glad to get out on my own exploring downtown Marseille the next day, even if they had scared me with warnings about how I would almost certainly get my pockets picked by "foreigners" (whatever that means) and to not stray outside the heavily touristed areas. I appreciated their intent to help, but was even happier the following day when I could escape their unpleasant company and get back to my own place in Alcalá de Henares.
In Alcalá, I watched la cabalgata de los reyes (the Three Kings Day parade) on my way back to my apartment, and appreciated running into my little students on the streets, their eyes lit up from the magic of seeing their idols (and their version of Santa Claus) in person. Then I headed home and celebrated myself, with pizza and ice cream!
The next few months were filled with little international travel, as my weekends became devoted to writing my thesis and planning interactive lessons. But I still managed to have some little adventures, like hiking the madrileñan mountains a few times in El Escorial and Cercedilla, and exploring the downtown of Madrid, a city I'd always disliked but which was beginning to grow on me.
The mountains of Alcalá
Winter in El Retiro, Madrid
I even got away for a few weekends, on short trips to see the casas colgadas de Cuenca (the hanging houses of Cuenca), and a return visit to Segovia's Roman aqueduct. As much as I would have hated to admit it at the time, there are some really stunning spots within a few hours' drive of Madrid!
Finally, in April I was able to return "home," or at least to the place where a large piece of my heart will always reside--Galicia. Eating delicious seafood, hearing sing-songy galego in my ears, standing on rocky cliffs and feeling the sharp salty sting of the sea's cool breeze--it meant so much, will always mean so much, for me to be back there, even if only for a short time.
In April I was also able to see Madrid through new eyes, as I showed it to a friend visiting from Germany. I had never realized until that very moment, as I was walking her around town and saying "This is where I...Over there my friends and I...," just how many memories I had really made in Madrid over the years. Inadvertently, while claiming to hate it all the time, I had actually grown quite fond of Madrid, where so many different things had happened to me!
Madrid's Plaza Mayor
In May I had another weekend getaway, this time to Cataluña and my very first blogging conference--TBEX. While there, my eyes were opened to a whole new world of professional bloggers. I explored a little, learned a lot, made a few connections, but mostly ate and ate and ate until I couldn't eat any more. Open buffets are dangerous, y'all.
Everyone was impressed with my intimate knowledge of queimada, a Galician specialty!
(thanks to Linda for the picture)
Later in the month, I also got to go away for a few days on a field trip with several hundred of my students, again to the mountains surrounding Madrid. Mostly these few days were spent eating until I was ready to burst, then napping, but we did also do some hiking in the flower-covered hills.
Somehow, I don't know how, in the midst of all of this (which seems like a lot now, though it didn't at the time), I was able to finish my thesis, get through all my coursework, finish teaching, and graduate! Our June graduation from one of Spain's oldest universities was held in the same room where el rey, the King of Spain, gives away the Cervantes prize for literature each year. Our certificates may not hold quite the same prestige worldwide, but it still meant a lot to me!
A toast: to graduation!!
As June drew to a close, I set off on my 6-week adventure, first meeting my parents in Copenhagen. From there, a side trip to Malmö, Sweden was in order. Both were beautiful, but we soon realized that these Nordic countries were costing us ridiculous amounts--$80 for a shared meal at a Mexican restaurant was enough to send us packing!
Frederiksborg Castle, Denmark
Malmö's town hall
Where did we go but another Nordic country (silly, I know)--Finland! At least we were back on the Euro, but we couldn't figure out anything beyond kiitos (thank you) in one of the more difficult languages on the European continent. We enjoyed ourselves, but I felt silly for going to a country with expansive wilderness and then only seeing the capital city! Next time, next time.
Helsinki's Lutheran Cathedral
From there we took a ferry to the magical fairyland (see what I did there?) of Tallinn, Estonia. Suddenly everything seemed ten times more beautiful than it had in the countries we had visited previously, and exploring the walled city felt at times like being in Disney's Epcot--too beautiful to be real.
I was loathe to leave Tallinn after such a short few days, but another new country was calling us, and this time we took a bus to Riga, Latvia. The name "Latvia" to me always conjures up images of people in monochrome clothes, living their lives in crumbling-yet-uniform Soviet apartment blocks. And yet, the architecture in Riga would not have been out-of-place anywhere in Germany! Riga was full of surprises, not least when my mother and I went into a Russian Orthodox Cathedral to admire the beautiful paintwork and got accidentally caught up in a service. We had to don headscarves and quickly stand and emulate the people making the sign of the cross, bowing facing the priest as he moved about the room swinging incense. Eventually we bowed our way out of there, then took a quick selfie to remember the crazy experience!
Vilnius, Lithuania was another surprise, managing to be off-the-wall crazy, delicious, cheap, unique, and yet still somehow a crumbling town straight out of the Italian Renaissance. I enjoyed our time there, but would have liked to have had more time to sit tranquilly in cafés, having a pint and eating potato pancakes covered in sour cream. Still, while in Lithuania we got to see Trakai Castle, one of the more beautiful castles I've seen so far!
Soon we were on the move again, to Poland, where we learned about the horrors of World War II, took a Crazy Commie tour in a Trabant (a plastic car from communist times), and ate many delicious pierogi. Oh, and saw one of the most gorgeous churches I've ever seen in my life, in Krakow!
Wawel Cathedral, Krakow
After then showing my parents around Alcalá de Henares in some of the hottest temperatures they'd experienced in their lives (45ºC/113ºF, and my apartment without air conditioning!), it was time to say goodbye to them and fly off on my own separate adventure to a new part of the world--Mexico! There I was reunited with my one-and-only wonderful Roomie, who graciously showed me all the best that her country has to offer for two whole weeks.
To say that Mexico was a shock would be an understatement--from eating delicious tacos al pastor, seeing ancient Mayan ruins, and gossiping about boys with one of my BFFs, to witnessing a terrifying car crash, nearly fainting from heat exhaustion in a Cancun Walmart, and being told that my castellano from Spain makes me sound rude to latinos, México fue una experiencia.
And then, suddenly, after 6 weeks on the road, living life out of a small backpack, at the end of August I was back in my childhood bedroom, surrounded by the many vestiges of a life once lived there, jobless and with WAY too much free time.
The next few months saw me do almost zero travel, the farthest I got being a Baha'i temple in Evanston, IL in one direction, and our family farm in Wisconsin in the other, with a stop at a Madison farmer's market in-between. At the farm I did get to ride on my uncle's powered parachute over the countryside, so that was at least something!
Who knew there were such beautiful things in Evanston??
Madison had pimientos de padrón!
Western Wisconsin=farms forever!
And then, in September I got a job and I REALLY wasn't traveling, except in my own backyard to bike around and shoot fall leaves (and later, snow).
Still, I got to have a cozy Thanksgiving with my big family in a cabin in West Virginia, hosted by ACE Adventure Resorts, hot tubbing and having a fierce cookie competition.
Lucky for me, even when I'm working all the time, one of my favorite cities in the world is only a short train ride away, and I can go there whenever I please, and the last few months have seen me make a few trips down (though perhaps not as many as I would wish)!
Can you guess which city it is?
I'm so fortunate that when I'm feeling bored or lonely or just in need of a jolt of electricity into my veins, Chicago is always there to wake me up and make me feel alive. At Christmastime this year, I was pleased to be able to check out the Christkindlmarkt in Daley Plaza (and feel at least a little bit like I was back in Europe), see the Nutcracker performed by the Joffrey ballet, and see "my" city decked out in Christmas finery.
As I have plans to spend New Years Eve tonight with old friends in my tiny Illinois village, it looks like Chicago was my last real "trip" of the year. As I look back, I realize I've done an awful lot of traveling in 2015, even though I would characterize it as a rather calm year, filled with lots of work. It's strange, that. As I'm constantly being made aware again and again, it's hard to see the forest for the trees, at least while you're surrounded by them. But as you're exiting, suddenly the majesty of the wide wood settles upon you, and you realize what a great voyage it was to make it all the way through.
Thanks for accompanying me in my travels this year, and I'll see you all on the other side!
Feliz año nuevo, bonne année, próspero aninovo, and HAPPY NEW YEAR!