Oh Blog, How I've Missed You

I realized that its been quite some time since I've made an entry. My apologies for that. Especially those who enjoy month stories and random adventures, secretly hoping you cam tag along someday.

A typical evening conversation witn my boyfriend has the usual "how was year you days" and "I miss yous" but lately its had an increasingly larger amount of me complaining about how "boring" my life has become. I mean, I did go from a whirlwind college career into a globe trotting summer only to reduce my schedule to work, working out, and sleep.

How am I supposed to conquer the world when I spend almost 20% of each day getting myself to and from work? Not to mention get any of the regular life to do stuff done.

At any rate, today I took the time to compile the info of my travel plans between now and Jan 3rd, as I currently have only 1 weekend between now and then with nothing planned.

So, I'm going to start re-capping my weekend travels. And use them as a pick me up on the wednesdays and thursdays when friday night seems so far away.

Backtracking I have a trip to Ann Arbor, Dom's visit for Halloween, and a weekend at Marquette.

Like the new bud light - here we go!

~Jenna
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Road Adventures

I'm going to Ann Arbor for recent grad weekend, and driving up this morning with two of my friends from the bschool.

We left the apartment on lake shore shortly after 8, sharing stories and getting excited about out return "debuts" to Campus. Stopped for McDonald's breakfast, then after just a few minutes of driving come to a complete halt. All of the cars in front of us were stopped and we could see police cars in the distance up ahead. Wonderful, we thought.

An hour later, we were still sitting there. One of my friends starts complaining that she has to pee. There was grass on one side (it looked like a drop off though) and a construction site on the other. We were trying to get her to go in the construction site, but she thought everyone would see her - despite the cement barriers.

Then we looked at the cars around us and noticed people getting out to stretch, walk around, and let their dogs out. That's when someone said "Maybe the RV has a bathroom" I then realized that it was a charter bus. After a minute's hesitation two of us got out of the car and went over to the bus.

We knocked on the door, the driver opened it and we asked if she could use the bathroom.

Driver: Well, I don't know . . . What do you think guys? (to the passengers on the bus).
Me: Its just one of us, can she go?
Driver: How much should we charge her? (To my friend) do you have $10?
Friend: I actually have $10 that I will give you to use your bathroom
Driver: haha, go ahead

She walked to the back of the bus, and I stayed in the front talking to the driver. As I waited, another lady came up to the door asking if she too could use the bathroom. The driver said - as long as its okay with my passengers and we don't end up with a line. . .

That's when we noticed the cars ahead starting to move.

The lady said, thanks but returned to her car, and I looked back to see that my friend was still in the bathroom. I wasn't going to abandon her so I sat down in the front and motioned my friend in the car to just drive.

Making small talk with the driver, my friend came back, a little frantic that the bus was moving, and not knowing whether I left her or not. She made her way to the front and we waited for a good point to stop and get back to the car.

We went to call her, only to realize that both of us left our phones in the car. The driver offered us his, but neither of us knew her number. She was driving right in front of us and kept slowing down, but we motioned her forward, rather than stopping to make the exchange in the middle of the highway.

It was quite a comical scene, with us in the bus and her in the car. The bus happened to be going to Michigan too, and everyone was really nice about us being there too.

We finally found a shoulder and pulled over. We thanked the driver and made our way back to the car.

Needless to say, we had some good laughs for the next portion of the drive.

Still a few hours outside of A2 now, but that adventure made sitting in traffic not so bad after all.

~Jenna
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Project Follow Up. . .

In reference to my previous post about starting up an experiment where I ask the people I sit by during various stages of my commute, I've now thought about it from the other side.

Lately, when I'm on the bus after work, I seem to stand or sit by the overly friendly local, or the sleazy guy who insists on asking me why I'm so attractive. Why does it matter what book I'm reading, if I'm a student or not. What makes them ask the ever popular question "are you married?", and the always over eager follow up "oh! Are you single?" (I think 5 guys have paired those questions to me in the past month)

Over explanation: (In a backwards kind of way, being hit on should be a compliment I guess, but sometimes its totally unsolicited and from the wrong type of source - my mom got hit on by a homeless man who asked to borrow a pen, then wrote his name and number on a business card, and handed it to her. I mean, my mom is gorgeous, but don't guys understand the concept "out of your league"?)

I've realized that I like the anonymity of being a commuter. Sort of like the feeling of living in a city, or attending a large university. (Only difference being that with commuting there's no need to work to make friends or make a name for yourself). Here you just go with the physical flow of people. You're a part of the mix. One of the pack. A pawn in the system of public transit. Its a chance to zone out, sleep, stare into space, an daydream. A chance to ponder, to plan, and to figure out just what I want to do next-or just beat the high score in solitaire. I like this time to myself. This feeling of being "alone" even though I'm surrounded by 25-250 people at any given time.

Yesterday a guy insisted on making conversation with me for the 25min bus ride, despite the fact that I was fiddling with my headphones and really engrossed in playing line up 2 on my iPod. He asked things like my name, what I did that day, what I thought of the city, and if I thought it was going to rain. While I'm all for the polite acknowledgment of people when they enter your personal space on a crowded bus, I realized that its so annoying when people try to engage you when you're not in the mood, or they don't get the hint as you put headphones in.

- if you want to be left alone, always wear headphones. It makes you look busy/occupied, and even if someone says something to you, you can always play it off like you didn't hear them because, you had headphones in. Once you take them out (or in the moments before you put them in) you are at risk for unsolicited engagement!

Joking aside - my social experiment would have been much less intrusive as it would be short and concise (3-5 questions) and be introduced as a project. People would feel a part of it, rather than just being questioned by some random girl on the bus.

For now I've decided not to ask people the thoughts of my curious mind - where are you going, if you could do any job it would it be- but maybe I'll bring it back in the spring when people tend to be just a bit more smiley as they go about their day.

~Jenna
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Note to Self . . .

It is always colder in the city.

Boo summer, why do you have to go?
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Destination: South Bend

On Thursday, I was talking to one of my friends about the weekend and his plans for the Michigan vs. Notre Dame game. After a bit of pondering he said - Why don't we just go to it? It'll be an adventure!

Fast forward to Saturday morning and I'm on the train to Chicago, getting pumped about our road trip to South Bend, Indiana. We left the city around 12 with the 2 hour drive ahead of us. We crossed from central to eastern time, getting there about an hour before kickoff.

We used the drive over to catch up on each other's lives and reminisce about college and our experiences at the Big House. Talked about the work life, the "real world", and the great city of Chicago. He just moved downtown three days ago so there was a lot about the city to share.

When we got there we saw a guy selling tickets, and we asked him the offer and pondered our chances. Its always a bit risky to go with your first possible sale, so we went to park and saw him on our way to the stadium. We got them at 10 below his offer, 20 above face, and started on our journey through campus.

After a few minutes we were really happy with our decision as not only were they good seats - he was the only guy we saw selling tickets all day. This was just a continuation of our good luck as the rainy weather held off and only allowed a spritz on the crowd, and the game was definitely one worth watching.

Our timing on everything couldn't have been better. We walked into section 5 just as the national anthem was playing, and the flag was being raised, then lowered down to half mass. There were tons of people continuing to flow in to the already sold out game. We made it up to our row and were delighted to be seated next to some fellow michigan fans - sophomore students who made the 2.5 hour drive down that morning.

In a nutshell, this game was exciting - an emotional roller coaster that had me cheering, cringing, trembling, and screaming for the boys in maize and blue.

Things started out quick in the first quarter, foreshadowing what was looking to be a great game. The, the ND quarterback got hurt and taken out of the game. (He got hit in the face and couldn't see out of his right eye). It was as if someone poked a hole into the balloon of the stadium as you could feel the energy just deflate out of the ND fans, and their interest almost decrease entirely.

I didn't drive 2 hrs and pay 100 to watch a blow out game . . .

Luckily, after some amazing plays and an epic run by Denard Robinson, the Michigan spirits were back up as we were leading, and would continue to do so for the majority of the game. Going into halftime, there was still no word on the ND quarterback.

The Michigan band played a collection of Lady Gaga songs- Bad Romance, Poker Face/Papparazzi, and Just Dance. The flags and dancers were dressed in black leotards and blonde wigs with bright pink bows in their hair. It was a pretty good performance, entertaining to say the least. The ND band started off with some rhapsody in blue, continued with some other jazzy tunes, then finished with a rendition of "America the Beautiful" while in a formation that outlined the United States and said "USA". I've always been a fan of the halftime shows, but never wanted to make the time commitment to be in the marching band.

Back to football, the 3rd quarter brought the stadium back to life as their starting quarterback ran onto the field. Everyone had the feeling of "alright! Now we're gonna see a game" and see a game we did with several close goals on both sides, and an incredible 95yard run on the ND side. Once that happened I was just in shock. No one saw it coming, and no one could believe that it actually happened.

Nothing much happened the rest of the third quarter, as all the major excitement happened in the last 5 minutes of the game. We were 8 points ahead, and seemingly doing anything we could to just hand them the game. Luckily they didn't want it bad enough - throwing us 2 (maybe 3) interceptions which could have lead to major plays. Even though their major run had me shaking with nerves, I knew our guys would be able to answer the call and give us a win. After too many close calls and wringing my hands with worry, it happened- we scored!!! It was such a great feeling to deflate the ND spirit with only seconds left on the clock and come through with victory.

I WAS SO EXCITED!!!

The stadium, well 75% of it was speechless. You could feel it in the air. Previously the sun came out to try and lift their spirits, but once we scored it went back to hide behind the clouds. Stunned, the ND fans all stayed as the teams left the field and their band took formation to play their alma mater. It was quite epic to sing "Hail to the Victors" in south bend, in the ND stadium.

We were all smiles, saying GO BLUE! And high fiving anyone wearing the coveted maize and blue gear. Walking back to the car we paused to take pictures with Touchdown Jesus and soak in the feeling of victory.

Although the spirit of away games is nothing like winning at home, there's something fun and addictive about following your team and cheering them on.

Bowling Green, and potentially Michigan State, Indiana, and Purdue are in my future travel plans for the upcoming weeks, and I hope our team can deliver as exciting a performance.

One thing though, we may want to look into a new kicker. Or just assign that guy more drills at practice.

~Jenna

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The Spam Mail: cont

I totally forgot!

Part of what started the whole conversation with the guy was him asking me about my accent when I asked him what station he was looking for.

I said that my mom was from Barbados, so maybe that's what he was hearing, but he insisted it was something else - yet very distinct.

I guess I say certain things with a british caribbean flare sometimes :)

~Jenna
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Spam Mail: The Real Life Version

Last night I got dinner downtown with one of my best friends from school (see Of My Favorite Things) which was quite great, but nothing out of the ordinary.

If I had decided to go to the bathroom instead of just leave and wait outside for my dad to pick us up, this daily-dose-of-interesting may not have happened.

Side note: My day was fairly ordinary and simple, and since I feel that every day should have some element of surprise or interesting, I really wasn't all that shocked that the following story happened to us. It was just bizarre.

So you know those scam emails that tell you a really sad story about someone whose family member is sick and needs some life saving treatment, ask you to help them in any way possible, speak of an off shore account with millions of dollars, mention connections to supposedly famous or important people, ask you to help anyway you can, and have some sort of riddle or puzzle in them too?

Well that happened to us last night. Only it wasn't via email, it was real life. Here's the story-


My friend and I had finished up dinner downtown on Michigan Ave, and went outside to wait for my dad. (He was in the city for a work dinner so he offered to take me home so I didn't have to take the train.) As we walked out the door I almost ran into someone. I said "excuse me" but heard him say something so I turned around to see what he said.

Guy: Oh, um how do I get to the train? I'm trying to get to 183rd street
Me: Well, which one are you looking for? Ogilvy is about 4 blocks that way, while Union is more like a 30 min walk.
Guy: 4 blocks?! Oh well I'll have to get a cab (my thoughts- lazy bum)

He was wearing a dark jacket, baseball cap, and had a pull suitcase with him. My friend noticed that the zippers on the bag were all opened, which makes sense later when we realized that he wasn't going anywhere, that was just a prop.

Guy to my friend: Are you in college??? How old are you?
Friend: No, I just graduated. I'm 22
Guy: What! You're not in college? You're just a youth. (To me) How old are you???
Me: We're the same age, both just graduated
Guy: From where? Where did you go to school?
Me: University of Michigan
Guy: Really, oh you're both just youths.

Then he held up 3 fingers and said that he had 3 degrees and went on to babble about schools and places that I'd never heard of. At about this point my dad pulled up to the curve and sat in his car watching us talking to this old, and confused looking guy. His breath reeked of alcohol.
At this point I was really done talking to him, but knew that if we turned to walk away he would have just followed us. I didn't want him to do anything to my dad's car if we took that exit either.

Guy: I need to get to O'hare airport, Um how do I do that
Me: Oh! Well then you need the El, not the Metra. Take the blue line, its about 5 minutes that way
Guy: Oh the Metra, where is that
Me: That won't take you to the airport. You need the EL.
Guy: So you know, I have money. I've got $3 Million Dollars safe in the Caymen Islands.

He then continued to ramble on about the money, his education, and some person he apparently thought we should know about.

Guy taking off hat and stepping really close: look at me. Look at my face (nothing particular like scars or damage, just sad blue/grey eyes and wrinkles) now I know (name of person we didn't know) . . . (I started zoning out here)
Guy: you don't know (name of person)?! And you went to college? You think you're educated???
Me: You know what, if you want a train, head that way. We have to go, our ride is here.
Guy: Don't worry about me, see that car over there, I've got people watching me. They're watching us, they can see you. They can take me where I need to go.
At this point I was ready for him to break the act, or the camera crews to pop out and tell us what was really happening.
Guy: In my day I could get 12 eggs for 4 cents. Now how much is that per egg?

He kept saying more stuff about eggs and costs, equations and riddles that I didn't care enough to listen to.

Guy to me: Now I'm askin' you cuz you're smiling. How much would it be?
Me: Oh sorry, I wasn't paying attention. Now, trains are that way, we have to go
Guy: You don't know the answer! You think you're educated but you're just a youth, you're both just youths. Don't know nothin!
Me: Have a good night -Bye

My friend and I turned towards the car, he said something I didn't hear and stuck out his hand. Stupidly I shook it - my friend avoided the gesture as she had her hands in her pockets.

Thank god for hand sanitizer.

When we got in the car neither of us could believe what just happened.

Dad: Haha, you guys making friends out there??
Me and Friend: NO!!!! He wouldn't stop talking to us!
Me: You know those email scams that tell you a story, mention off shore money, and have some odd riddle
Friend: We just saw one come to life.
Dad: Weird - what did he say?
Me: A whole bunch of things.
Friend: It was so strange
Me: I almost ran into him too. If only I didn't hear him ask about the train . .  .

And that was my Daily Dose of Interesting.

~Jenna
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Holiday Vaca

I feel as though the last 6 days were a dream-or maybe just a much needed vacation from the "real world"

I've been at my job for a month now (dang that was fast) and while I love it, I'm surprised how the daily grind and 3-4hrs of commuting was getting to me. Basically, I was tired. Really tired.

For the long weekend (made longer courtesy of my 2 summer days) I went up to Rochester to spend some quality time w/ the BF. And while it was a truly relaxing and enjoyable visit, we actually got a lot accomplished.

Friday was his birthday so I took him on a shopping trip to re-vamp his style for his current lawyer clerk job and future days of (hopefully!) med school in the city. We also saw inception (Epic? Yes? Want to see again? Yes!), painted pottery, ate delicious food, got massages, shared ice cream, basked in the sun, almost got stung by rogue bees, hung out with friends, and bonded with his new family. (Step Dad re-married, now there's a wife, 3 kids, and dog at his house).

Despite the annoyingly long trekk back to Naperville due to megabus being late and having to wait for the train (I can't wait till I move downtown, just for the simplicity of travel) I'd have to say the weekend was just perfect.

After going to a brief meeting today without printing the brief for everyone (truly, an embarrassing rookie moment) I would have enjoyed going back to my vacation holiday, even just for an hour or two :)

~Jenna
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A Social Project

So I just had an idea.

I spent 3-4hours a day commuting via public transit on the Pace Bus, Metra Rail Train, and CTA Bus. I sit next to new people, wait for busses by the same group of people, sometimes see familiar faces, and other times sit in a train car of others I've never crossed paths with before.

Wouldn't it be interesting to know their stories?

Not their whole life's drama or tale, but just to introduce myself, and ask each person I sit to on the train, or stand by at the bus stop the same short series of questions.

I could call it the friendliness project. Or the 3 minute story. I don't want to bother people, but I think it could be a very enriching experience for everyone involved. After a month of riding 3 forms of public transit, I think of how many people I could have met, and how we all share at least the common bond of being a commuter.

I could even stretch this into my time spent in the elevator in the office, or while waiting for jobs at the color printer. I know some people are going to find it strange, but I hope that most of them will be pleasantly surprised, and go on about the rest of their day just a bit happier.

Its always nice when people take an interest in you as a person, so hopefully this project could help ease the isolated commuter life of iPods, iPads, laptops, books, and newspapers.

But before I embark on this endeavor, I'd love for some feedback. My plan would be to write a short entry for each day I meet people, and share some neat things about them, as well as their general receptiveness to me starting up a conversation with them.

I think this could be fun! What do you think?

~Jenna
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Just The Way You Are

Many of you who listen to top 40 radio probably have heard this song by now. I find it to be truly wonderful, and hope that everyone has someone in their lives who thinks of them this way.

Since I love this song so much, here are the lyrics, just for you :)

Just The Way You Are - Bruno Mars
Oh, her eyes, her eyes
Make the stars look like they're not shining
Her hair, her hair
Falls perfectly without her trying

She's so beautiful
And I tell her every day

Yeah I know, I know
When I compliment her
She wont believe me
And its so, its so
Sad to think she don't see what I see

But every time she asks me do I look okay
I say

When I see your face
There's not a thing that I would change
Cause you're amazing
Just the way you are
And when you smile,
The whole world stops and stares for awhile
Cause girl you're amazing
Just the way you are

Her lips, her lips
I could kiss them all day if she'd let me
Her laugh, her laugh
She hates but I think its so sexy

She's so beautiful

And I tell her every day

Oh you know, you know, you know
I'd never ask you to change
If perfects what you're searching for
Then just stay the same

So don't even bother asking
If you look okay
You know I'll say

When I see your face
There's not a thing that I would change
Cause you're amazing
Just the way you are
And when you smile,
The whole world stops and stares for awhile
Cause girl you're amazing
Just the way you are

The way you are
The way you are
Girl you're amazing
Just the way you are

When I see your face
There's not a thing that I would change
Cause you're amazing
Just the way you are
And when you smile,
The whole world stops and stares for awhile
Cause girl you're amazing
Just the way you are

Finding My Musical Taste

When it comes to things like "music", I've always been the odd one out in my family. My dad's into jazz and gospel, my sister pop and anything top 40, while I've always preferred alternative and rock, and anything I can dance to (club, hip hop, or world/tribal).

On Saturday, my dad and I were setting up iTunes for my mom so she'd have music on her iPhone to play when she goes walking. As we were asking her what she'd like to buy, she suggested groups like Aerosmith, and Creed. She found some cd's she had which are all of the rock genre. As we added them, my dad kept asking if she wanted some "soul" or "classics" and she sorta just shrugged. He searched some Caribbean tunes, but there was nothing she wanted to buy.

I now see that, despite how odd she made me feel when I was younger for liking music by "skinny white rockers" I'm no different than she was 30 years ago listening to music.

Its so silly how people go out of their way to make situations more odd than necessary. Its also interesting the perceived "need" from those on the outside to try and reign people back to what they "should" listen to, or what "other people like them" are listening to. In the past its been my mom doing that to me. That night, it was my dad doing that to my mom.

Forget 12hr energy, I've got 4-month energy

People often ask me how I do all of the things I do.

My secret?

I allow myself to derive excitement and energy from everything I do.

Now that may sound silly, but all of the people I meet, places I go, things I do and experiences I have energize my daily life and allow me to do more in a month than some people do in an entire year. Honestly! I could be fresh off of a week long trip abroad, then give myself a 2 day turn around before staring my full time job. Forget about jet-lag, I didn't experience it at all. Even after living 7 hours ahead for 5 weeks.

I thought about why I was feeling particularly tired yesterday, then I realized that i'm actually reaching the slow down of a 4-month roller coaster of adventures. My last "free" (non travel, non planned) Saturday was back on May 22nd. Let's see, since then I've done quite a lot. Wow. A whole lot. I planned this "super summer" and it's amazing to see how everything went above and beyond going according to plan.

It was awesome.  

What my Saturdays have been filled with since May. . .
May 1 - Graduation. May 8 - family stuff, first time back home. May 15 - Ann Arbor w/ Dom. May 22nd - Free!. May 29th - Return from Backpacking the Appalachian Trail. June 5th - Garage Sale. June 12th - En Route to Barbados. June 19th - En route home from Barbados. June 26th - Graduation Party. July 3rd - Dom in Town! July 10th - First weekend in Madrid. July 17th - Sevilla. July 24th - Barcelona. July 31st - Madrid. August 7th- First day back in the States. August 14th - Dom in Town! August 21st - Neil & Jabs in Town!

And tomorrow, August 28th, all I plan to do is work out, get my hair done, and sleep.

So for those of you who need to get your 8+hrs of sleep a night, or just always feel tired, here are my few suggestions:

- Do things that make you HAPPY. Even if it's just that dance class on Thursday nights, or watching some TV show online or off of your DVR, have SOMETHING to look forward to at all times. It makes the less exciting stuff much better, as it acts as a count-down rather than just a waste of time.

- Get energy by DOING. This could be working out, spending time with friends, traveling, reading, learning, whatever! Find a way to let the stuff in your life fulfill your life, and enrich it too. You will feel better, look better, and have everyone wondering how you possibly don't drink 2 cups of coffee in the morning. (I've never been a coffee drinker - it makes me super jittery. When I wake up in the morning, I already function like I've had several cups of espresso. People HATE me for this.)

- Find something to LOVE. What is your passion? What is your drive? What or Who, regardless of how you were feeling before makes you forget about your problems and smile? Some people may not even know that they're missing this, but after my 2 hour commute, getting a txt from my boyfriend or walking through the door and having Coco (only the BEST dog ever - if you doubt me, you can come and meet her for yourself) run up and get excited that I'm home, makes life all the more worth living.

- Ignore everyone else, and just do YOU. I mean, go with your gut instincts. Act upon what you feel and what you want to do. Forget insecurities, or the fact that you've never done it before. I promise you, you will learn something new, learn about yourself, and maybe even find a new hobby, friend, or place to love. This is how I discovered backpacking, and got closer to one of my now best friends.

There's probably more that I could say about making the most out of your day, and living the best life that you can, but i'm no professional. That may almost make this information better as I speak from experience, and the decisions i've made in my own life.

If you have questions, suggestions, etc, let me know! I'd love to chat with you.

Peace, Love, and Happiness,

~Jenna 

What is this feeling . . . (lessons in the work place)

Since staring my job, I haven't been writing nearly as much, so I've decided to start a mini-series of Lessons in the Work Place. Being an entry level employee is much different than my previous job experience, being a student, and being an intern, so as I discover some of 'life's lessons' I will share them with you. Hopefully it'll make you even more of a rock-star in your own work life.

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Thursday, Aug 26th, 2010

I felt embarrassed today.

Not because I said the wrong thing in a meeting, spilled lunch on my clothes or tripped in front of a crowd.

I sent an email out to my team.

Now obviously there's a bit more than that. I've been doing some research on fast food combos and came up with this awesome chart that compares prices, offerings, sides, and sizes of the top QSRs. It was supposed to help us develop the creative and strategic briefs for a project that yesterday, was put on hold.

Since I was done, and both my supervisors had seen it at some stage of the process, I decided to send it out to my team, thinking they all could benefit from knowing about the current competition's combo meals as several of our products are pitched against price points, or another restaurants particular offering.

Once I emailed and printed it out, several people on the team said they loved it! Meanwhile, my supervisor was calling me into her office. She loved the work, but was upset by the fact that I sent it to everyone on the team without her "final blessing". As I work on her pillar, any of my work is her work, and a representation of her. Also, she didn't find this project relevant to everyone on the team like I did, so she would have more carefully tailored the target audience.

She wasn't mad at me, but just wanted to establish protocol for things to come, which makes sense, and I totally appreciated.

But I don't think I've felt that embarrassed in a long, long time. I felt my face turn red and everything.

Thinking about it, sure I overstepped her in sending something from our end out to everybody, but there was no way for me to really know better. During my internship on the same team last summer, I sorta floated and worked a bit with everybody, so everything I did got sent out to everyone. I guess I figured that same framework still stood, but I've now learned that I'm in a subset of the team, rather than an accessory to the whole group.

Out of my 5 year career of various types of employment, I've never had to report to anyone before. In all of my past jobs, sure I had a manager or someone above me, but as far as my daily tasks were concerned I was totally autonomous.

At the golf course I operated as my own manager working the cash register, tee times, lesson bookings, concessions, guest needs & requests,  and junior camps. I only looked to superiors if I had questions, it was something of their specialty (scheduling, outings, merchandise. . .) or if a situation was outside of what I normally handled.

As a campus day leader my morning duties, panel work, and tours were all my own doing. While I was greatly supported by my fellow leaders, the work and its time and execution was mainly what I wanted, and how I wanted/saw best to do it. This was a prided fact of our campus visits as compared to other schools as we didn't deliver you an "admissions packaged presentation" or a canned speech. Sure we were all trained the same, but each one if us had total freedom to execute the tour however we felt best.

In the mentorship office, Phd program, and marketing department, I was given a task and told what to do with it, but never how. I had free reign of design, execution, creativity, and information, and had total ownership of my work. When the task was done, I turned it in, discussed it with my manager/director/supervisor, received their critiques, recommendations, and approval, then moved on.  There was a high level of "Jenna's Work" that had nothing to do with input or blessings from anyone else before it was deemed complete and ready to go.

I sort of miss those jobs, but in a way my current position can operate just the same if I only look at my pillar of 3, rather than the total team of 8. I'm really glad she called me in to explain the "office" way of doing things, as you never know the local logistics and protocol until someone tells you. I'd much rather know that here on week 3 instead of being told the same way down the line after having sent multiple messages without her final blessing. Its all a learning experience and I'm totally down for the ride.

Even though I was embarrassed today, finally feeling my face back to normal 30 minutes later, one of the executives on the team loved the print out and even suggested sending it out to the client!

So I must not be that big of a screw up after all :)

Peace, Love, and Happiness, (and plenty of learning experiences too)

~Jenna

My "Favorites Toolbar" Alphabet

After adding Facebook, Gmail, Pandora, and Twitter to my favorite's toolbar, I noticed that I was well on my way to having an alphabet:

A- is for Advertising Age
B - is for Brandweek and Blogger
D - is for DraftFCB
F- is for Facebook 
G- is for Gmail
I - is for LinkedIN (the logo is "in)
M- is for Metra
N- is for New York Times
P- is for Pandora
S- is for Sporcle
T - is for Twitter
W- is for Wall Street Journal
Y- is for YouTube

Now I just need to find sites to fill in the gaps.

Any good sites for C, E, H, J, K, L, O, Q, R, U, V, X, Z?

Living in Transit

Strangely enough . .. my commute doesn't even involve a highway. Or a car.

As I was sitting on the train today, I thought about how I've made the labeled transition from "College Student" to "Member of the Real World". I think my membership card is in the mail...takes 3-5 business days. I love my job (even though I haven't really started doing anything yet. . . my supervisor just started last week and the other member of my pillar is out on a food shoot), but I can't quite say the same for my 2hr morning adventure.

If GoogleMaps could connect the local commuter bus to the train to the city busses, it would look something like this (detailed info like my bus routes and home address have been omitted):

[The little public transit button would be highlighted]
A. My House
B. The Office

Transit Directions to The Office
A. My House
-Walk to Gateshead & Copperfield (about 2 minutes)
-Wait 5 minutes for the bus
-Take Pace Bus to Naperville Station (30 minutes)
-Arrive at Naperville Station
-Wait 15 minutes for the train
-Take Metra Train to Chicago Union Station (34 minutes)
-Arrive at Union Station
-Walk outside to Canal & Adams
-Wait 0-8 minutes for the bus
-Take CTA bus to Michigan & Ontario (25 minutes)
-Get off at Michigan & Ontario
-Walk 1 block North to Erie
-Make a left turn
-Walk (about 2 minutes)
-Destination will be on your Left.
B. The Office

So, all in all its better than driving into the City, but not nearly as awesome as my 20 minute walk down the Magnificent Mile last summer. The current plan is to stay at home for the next 10 months to save money, then move downtown in May. I love Chicago summers too much to spend almost 4hours going back and forth. Plus, friends may start charging me rent if I crash on their couches too frequently.

To help speed up the feeling of the inbound commute, I started reading a book. (The Crush, by Sandra Brown). I've always been a fan of romance/murder mystery/drama esque books (so different from my normal carefree life) and figured that I liked her two other books I've read, The Switch, and The Exclusive so why not start another one.

After the Bus-Train-Bus, I found myself already on page 118. The book has 474.

At this rate, I'll finish a book in 3 days. Maybe even 2.

So, in addition to needing to get a library card, I can't wait till I have the money to buy myself and ipad.

It's...so....beautiful!

Yesterday as I waited for my friends to join me downtown Naperville, I wandered on over to the Apple Store to play around with my much wanted toy and pass the time. Before I knew it, it was no longer 6:30, but 7:09. Man did time fly. This will bring me games, TV shows, books, news, and fun photo applications. Its gonna be great!

Now, I just have to be sure to not get too excited about the cooking game and miss my stop on the bus. That'd be no fun.

Counting down the days till my paycheck won't have to immedieatly go towards paying for something.

~Jenna

Real World: Day 1

Written, on Monday, 8/9/10

Last night I think jet lag caught up with me, as after half watching some old episode of True Beauty online I passed out. It probably was just nearing 6pm too. By the time I finally woke up, it was 12:30. I figured that the next hours of sleep would probably be better sans jewelry and jeans, so I changed into comfy clothes and did all the other "pre bedtime routine" type things. It was like an intermission of my sleep. A refresher for round 2.

I was washing my hands when I looked down and smiled at the french manicure half done by my host family's 7 year old back in Spain, then it hit me. . .

TOMORROW IS MY FIRST DAY OF WORK!!!

Where's my nail polish remover!?

After a quick mani at 1am, I went back to bed, waking up every hour or so to check the time. This day was too important to rely on my parents as a back up alarm, plus, I had to catch the bus at 7:22.

Got up at 6. Showered. Dressed. Made Breakfast. My mom, doing as moms do, added her input every step of the way (are you wearing heels? Don't use a knife in the pan, use a spatula) and treated today like my first day of school. Which, in many ways- for her- this is my LAST, first day of school. In my eyes, I see it more like the beginning of sophomore year, as I interned at draft last summer. I know the campus, already have some friends there, and won't feel entirely like a fish out of water. Obviously there will be some new things: new team mates, new campaign, different cube, and different policies and responsibilities, but for anyone who know me, they'll know that this only gets me excited (and able to function without sleep).

So as I walk out the door, my mom takes my picture by the garage door. Like we've done on the first day of school for 12 years now. (I'm pretty sure I even sent her picture txts of my first day outfits in college too).

I'm walking through the cul de sac and she's in the driveway saying things like "the bus comes on this side of street! Be sure to have your money ready! Make sure you wave when it comes!" All the while I'm saying "yeah mom, I got it, I know!" She does it because she loves me. I do it because I've got this.

Real World, Day 1. Bring it on.

Party in the USA

** I wrote the original as a draft on my phone yesterday, and it didn't save. This made me quite upset as it was so good and had exactly everything I wanted to say. Hopefully this version is half as good***

4 cities, 3 flights, 13 hours in the air. . .

I've been home for  less than 24 hours, and still can't believe that I just spent the last 5 weeks living in Madrid and traveling throughout Spain. I mean seriously? Did I just do that? Life is quite amazing and I'm so thankful for the incredible opportunities and adventures I've been able to have thus far. Good thing there are photos of my trip, otherwise I may give in even more to it all feeling like a wonderful dream.

Being home is pretty much as I expected, same old same old, with my family moving on as usual. I'm gone so frequently that its weird to think of Naperville once again being my primary address. Now that I'm back, the only thing that will really change is the addition of diet green tea, raspberry sorbet, and Parmesan cheese in the kitchen. Oh, and re-runs of C.S.I. Miami on the DVR.

Its crazy to think that in 2 weeks my (not so) little sister is moving off to college. Perhaps even crazier that I officially start work on Monday. I'm so excited!!! And really glad that I planned this quick turnaround from Spain to Work as I don't know what I'd do with a week of free time (we all know I don't sleep much, I must have Spanish in my blood or something). Plus, it will be very nice to have a steady income again.

This morning I consolidated my finances, and while I have a balance of $21.16 in my checking account, everything was totally worth it. Every flight, meal/tapa, drink, tour, and adventure. I don't know when I'll get to take my next journey overseas, so I'm glad I decided to make the most of Spain, and figure out how to pay for it later. (Like my $296 dollar AT&T bill, whoops international calls and google maps)Depending on my first pay check, I may have to budget for a new scrapbook . . .

I have always loved to travel, and highly encourage everyone, at some point, to spend some time abroad. Be it a simple 1 stop vacation, 3 weeks with a family, a few months country hopping, or a year backpacking the continent, you will gain new insight that enriches your perspective of your country's culture, and have experience than enhance your life.

Honestly, some of my best and closest friends are people I've met while traveling (Or people I have traveled with). Maybe its the effect that travel has on people (or that only the cool kids take the time to conquer the world), but everyone I've come in contact with has positively influenced my experience and taught me a thing or two about myself. After meeting some people on a weekend in Southern Spain my trip went from a fun weekend getaway, to something I will never forget. That just doesn't happen the same at home, as its something about the spirit of travel that seems to bring out the sense of adventure in everyone.

So now that my Spanish adventures have come to a close, The Document will now switch gears from traveling overseas, to commercials, fast food, Chicago, and advertising. While I'm sure plenty of random things will come my way, I just wanted set the stage for what's yet to come.

Thanks for being interested in what I'm up to, knowing that someone wants to listen makes it that much more fun to share :)

Toledo (and not the one in the State that Sucks)

Yesterday the family took a day trip to Toledo, so I could experience this historic city which is actually a UNESCO World Heritage site. With pure blue skies and such rich brown architecture, it was a gorgeous place to be.

Despite the sun being very hot, my family wanted to be sure I got to see everything there was in Toledo. It's definitely doable in a long afternoon, we arrived around 11:30. (its about an hour's drive from Madrid). We walked down the main road and ended up at the Alcazar. In Sevilla, the Alcazar was a palace, while here, it was a history museum. That wasn't quite what I expected when I walked in, but I really enjoyed getting to see all the different aspects of Spanish history, which I know next to nothing about.

The uniforms, weapons, maps, and documents were all very interesting, and I really enjoyed Quique's excitement when he was explaining everything to his kids. He loves history and was really getting a kick out the of size and detail of this museum. Magui didn't like it as much, but she hung in there as we went through room after room, exhibit after exhibit of Spanish history.

In the center of the Alcazar is this large courtyard which was quite refreshing after being in the museum's AC. It has some very ornate architecture (as does everything in Toledo) and was a nice pause from soaking in all the history the building had to offer.

Once we had enough of the museum, we walked through some shopping areas down to the cathedral. We figured since the main doors were closed that the cathedral wasn't open that day. Which seemed strange for the middle of the week, but we took the chance to give our feet a break and grab some lunch. We went to this nifty place recommended by their neighbors, which the kids found to be "super chulo".

Our table was in the basement cellar, and felt sort of like a wine bar (similar feel to vinology, but more rustic - less class). We had the meal of the day, which offers 3 things for 9.90 Euro. I had some pesto pasta, deliciously amazing deer meat (I should have taken a picture, this stuff melted in your mouth!), and then a sweet dessert that was basically pancakes with caramel sauce and sweet cream.


Back on the road, we did a bit of window shopping until we decided that the tourist train would be an awesome way to fend off the food coma.

The train ride was about 45 minutes, and took us all around the outer gates of Toledo, passing by all the famous bridges, gates, walls, and buildings that one should see on a historic tour. At one point, we were at the top of the hill opposite the main point of the city, which gave us an incredible panoramic view.

I've become quite a big fan of the stitch assist feature on my camera, and think I should start a collection of photos done this way. (the photo at the top of this blog entry is my Toledo panoramic shot). I can't wait till I get a more high tech camera with better zoom and depth capture capabilities, then I'll really have some sweet facebook albums :)

All in all, this was a short n' sweet day trip to yet another Spanish city I've heard so much about. While I think Sevilla is still my personal favorite, getting a chance to see different parts of the country has been such a fun and rewarding experience.

Today is my last day in Spain, and while I can't wait to sleep in my own bed again, I know there are tons of little things i'll miss about living with this family. I know for sure i'll miss the ability to travel every weekend, although there are some places in Michigan that I've been told to check out :)

Being a world traveler has been a blast. Now ill just make the most out of being a "city trekker" or a "mid west trail blazer" or something like that.

Peace, Love, and Happiness,

~Jenna

A Family Affair

***This was previously written on my phone, but I forgot to transfer it over to the blog ***

Today we went over to Magui's grandmother's house for lunch. We were supposed to be there at 2, but arrived at 2:45 since she was late coming home from work.

It was truly a family affair. At the table, there were 14 of us, and 4 generations of women. Magui's Grandmother, Magui's Mother,  Magui and Mercedes. It was quite the experience, and I'm so glad to have been there for it.

Being with so many people was intimidating at first, but they were so excited that I knew Spanish that they were all asking me questions about my experience in Madrid, traveling abroad, Chicago, and their various visits to the US. It was really fun to see just how good I've gotten at Spanish as I could not only understand 90% of what they were saying/asking me, but most of the time I was able to respond fluidly and in beat with the conversation.

The food we had was excellent. Definitely better than anything I would have bought for myself in the city. First everyone was served Gazpacho, the best one I've had yet as it actually had flavor and spice (I thought some of the others I've tasted were pretty bland. . .). Next it was an Alfredo pasta with bits of ham, and then salad. Once the main course arrived, I was excited to see how good it would be as everything prior was excellent.

We had patatas (potatoes), rice, and chicken.I don't know what it was, but this chicken was amazing. So tender and soft and delicious. People couldn't get enough. After the meal it was time for postre (dessert) which at these big meals is always some variety of fruit. Today it was watermelon and melon slices. Then, there was a bowl of some fruit on ice that looked like cherries, but tasted sweeter. And they're not 'cherries' but a cousin rather. We had a bit of a debate about this, and what the name for it is in English, when they finally chose to accept that they just may not have them in the US.

There were a few other words we tried to explain in English or Spanish. For example, they have a word for when people look very dirty, uneducated, have lots of tattoos and piercings, and speak a different way. They also have a word for "someone who dresses in all pink and has a pink car, pink purse, pink shoes, and is very Barbie". While we don't exactly have words for these phrases, I see how they came to be applicable in conversation later on.

After the fruit course, there was a plate of mini pastries, and everyone took a smoke break. Not really a break, but there was no food at the table and most of the 14 people lit up a cigarette. It was quite interesting to see the nature of this and how cultural smoking itself can be. Once this was done it was time for coffee, which most everyone partook in as well. I sorta felt bad for not being a smoker nor a coffee drinker, but once they got over the immediate shock, it was alright.

I really enjoy these large Spanish meals, as you can really see all the intricacies of a big family. the power structures and the dynamics between individuals are quite interesting and enjoyable to observe. I find it quite appealing, their interest in English and the US, and had some great exchanges about the American Rules vs. that of Spain. In particular the age at which you can do things.

I told them I was going to Madrid after lunch, then they asked if I could drive. I explained how in the states you can get your license at 16, here its 18. To rent a car, in the states its early 20s, here, its 21 (I believe). Drinking in the US, 21, drinking in Spain 18 (beer cans even say 18+ on them). They were baffled by some of the seemingly 'backwards' ways of the US, and all I could do was shrug and say "no se'" when the questioned it.

All in all, another fabulous meal accompanied by fabulous conversation. It's gonna be weird to go back to speaking in only English.

~Jenna

IKEA & "El Chill Out"

These were the chairs in the chill out

After an awesome Jeopardy Game in la clase de Ingles, and some time at la bisabuela's, the kids wanted to go shopping for things to put in their "Chill Out". Their cousins Pat y Laura made these seating areas out in their back yards, so naturally, Alvaro y Mer wanted to have one too. Pat's had bamboo, purple shaded pillows upon low rise seats, spot lights, and candles, which make for quite a cozy little area. Laura's had more of a natural feel with wooden slats ontop of wooden stumps for tables, and an array of little wooden chairs adorned with pillows as well. Hers also used the edge of the patio as a seating area as well, so it was much bigger.

I was pretty excited to go to IKEA as it's quite a popular place in the US, and even more so here in Europe. The place was PACKED, with practically every parking space full. It was even more evident in the store just how busy it was. The kids were on a mission to find "Buddhas" and "bamboo" for their chill out. They also wanted a bunch of other things that if they had to pay for it themselves, they'd realize they really didn't need.

As we walked the aisle, I thought about 2 things: Globalization, and My Dream Apartment.

For Globalization, I marveled at the fact that save for the signs being in Spanish, this IKEA could have easily been in Bolingbrook, IL - or Canton, MI. All of the products are exactly the same, available in the same colors, and same designs. For one thing, this is great, as a company can mass produce say, the LACK table, and ship it all over the world, rather than a place like Zara, who customizes their clothing for each of their individual regions/shops. The Zaras in Barcelona offer quite a different variety than their counterparts in Madrid, as will the new one in Chicago.

I'm truly a fan of globalization and what it's doing to bring everything a bit closer together. And just thinking of travel, and the interchange of products, my recent gift to Seth explains this perfectly. Back in June, I was in Barbados and purchased a Rum Cake. I packed it in my things, and brought it back to Chicago. I then mailed it to Livingston, NJ. Seth happened to leave for his Euro Trip the very same day. Not that this is typical of most exchanges, but he and I met up in Barcelona for a weekend, and 3 days later when he returned to the states, he received my gift. 3 countries, 2 states, several weeks. Isn't that great? Both me and my gift are true examples of what globalization has done for us, and how things may just keep getting better.

I could have thought about this forever, but I got too excited by all the neat products I see myself having in my "dream apartment". For one, it will be in Chicago, and another, it will have awesome blown up photographs from my various travels and adventures. One key feature I hope to have is my 'world wall'. This will be like the ones you see in offices where there are clocks showing the time in cities like Los Angeles, New York, and London, yet more involved. For each major city I've come to love, I want to have a clock, a photograph, nameplate, and flag. All of the clocks will be the same, the photos - for now I'm thinking black and white, silver/black nameplates and miniature flags to hang above them. While I'm apartment hunting, the perfect location for this will be in mind. I'm thinking a long hallway . . .

Anywho, back to life in Spain.

From IKEA, they bought twirly bamboo, tea light candles, and two black lanterns. They already had parts for a table, the wooden slats, some fancy curtain things and pillows at home. We stopped by the mall to look for more 'decorations' but instead of spending money there, we told them to find something neat tomorrow during our trip to Toledo.

Back at the house, we tried the curtains. They looked horrible. "Que Coosy", they said - basically meaning that it was very girlie, fluffy, cheap, and tacky. We took them down and started on the table and chairs. Ciri must have been a carpenter in another life because she turned a shoe rack and part of a fence into a working coffee table for the Chill Out.

In need of another seat, she took the bench and cut down the legs to make it floor level like the other one. I decided to use the cut off parts as wall ledges to put candles on. With a few more nails and a couple of matches, a sweep of the floor and a clearing of the trash, we were done!

"El Choco" which I take to mean little house, or shed, is where we put the "chill out"

And here's the finished result! Its quite cute actually. Perfect size for the kids. 

Alvaro, quite content with the finished product.

 

Mer really liked the bright green pillows

Paula was a fan of how comfy it was. It's much easier to sit in when your feet don't even touch the ground :)

Mer found this sign in the storage shed, and was so excited that it was in English!

I'd say it was a sweet success.

Tomorrow we're off to Toledo for a day trip, and then Thursday is my last day in Madrid ;'(I can't believe that in 2 days I will be spending my hours from flight to flight and airport to airport en route to Chicago, and in 5 I will "officially" be a part of the real world.

Crazyness! But I'm so excited nonetheless.

~Jenna

Sunday Shopper

Yesterday morning, I went down to Madrid with Ciri to meet her friend for some shopping. We had some time before her friend's bus came, so we went to this outdoor shopping market. It reminded me a lot of the silk markets in China as you could have bought virtually anything there: clothes, housewares, shoes, jewelry, bags, pottery, underwear, flowers, food, furniture, blankets, and more! While you couldn't play around with the prices like China, everything was super cheap with many stands having signs saying "1 Euro!!! 2 Euro" "Todo 5 Euro!" and other phrases meaning, "Big Sale!" "Great Discounts" and "Bargains!"

It was fun to walk up and down the street and see everything that people had to offer. While it wasn't the most high end, it was certainly fun. People would shout at you to get you to come in and browse, and say thing like "Ooo Beautiful lady! For you I give special prices". Once you realize they said that to everyone, you stopped paying as much attention.

Sunday is Ciri's day off, and so she always goes into Madrid to shop, get errands done, and see her friends. During this trip she was looking for some things to buy for her sons, as well as some new stuff for herself. We had fun trying on some cute sandals that were super cheap too. This was also a great place for people watching, as it's fun to observe how people go about their shopping experience.

At the end of the shopping part, was a huge food market that offered any type of fresh produce, fruit, vegetable, you could want. Ciri said some people go there to do their food shopping if they live nearby. I love the concept of buying things from a market . . . too bad it doesn't really fit in with the American lifestyle of buying in bulk.

When we reached the end we turned around, headed back on the other side of the road, as both sides were filled with various shopping stands. Toy shops, electronic products, pajamas, jerseys, Espana gear and more. I knew that I wanted to get a bag, but there were so many choice at times it go to be quite overwhelming! In the end, I found a bag that worked, and some sandals as well. All of the shopping vocabulary reminded me of the Spanish 1 days back in high school.

My new bag! So many colors!

I succumbed to the fad of gladiator sandals.

After our time at the shopping market, we met up with her friend and had lunch. Then we went to a huge shopping mall full of all sorts of stores. Here, I was on a mission to find an outfit for my first day of work. Zara, Mango, H&M, and more . . . then I found something that sparked the rest of my outfit. It's a chancla/vest from Zara, Sort of silver/grey in color. I plan on wearing it w/ a dark skirt and a light shirt. I think its funny how much effort is put on the first day of things, but what about the second day? Does it just not matter anymore? Or are we already in the flow and stop thinking about it. Remember what you wore the on first day of high school? If so, I doubt you know what you wore on the second ;)

Ciri's friend Lucy was hilarious, and so much fun to go shopping with. She has an incredibly bubbly personality, and loved using her few English words with me (water, hi!, thank you! Beautiful!). It was great. As they helped me find something to wear for work we had tons of fun talking about designs, and outfits, as well as making fun of some of the less flattering ones. If a skirt was cute, we'd say we like it, yet how unpractical it would be on a windy day. . . things like that.

After mall #1 it was off to mall #2. We hopped on the metro, then ran to a bus stop and rode 15mins to yet another mega mall. Here, I was on a shoe kick as every few stores was a shoe shop. It was great! I didn't buy anything, but it was fun to try on crazy high heels and strappy sandals that we had no intention of buying. I'm also much taller than both of them, so Lucy would try to find shoes to make her taller than me, to no avail.

All that shopping worked up an appetite, and Lucy wanted a happy meal so we stopped at McDonalds.

(I don't know why this picture is sideways . . . It's normal in the "my pictures" folder)

I had a craving for fries so it worked out well, then I got something called a "Chicken Move it!" out of curiosity as to what it could be. It was on the 1Euro menu. Turned out, its basically a single chicken strip. Tasty, but left me wanting more. Also, it came with BBQ flavoring, that was powdered, instead of BBQ sauce. I was confused yet intrigued by this, so I poured it out and rolled a fry in it. It basically tasted like the flavoring of BBQ Lays. Good, yet no substitute for BBQ Sauce.

The fries were delicious, but I swear that this large was the same size as a medium back in the states. Or maybe I've just really wanted more fries. One thing for sure though, soda sizes are much smaller everywhere else. You don't see people toting around those XL cups that are adjusted to hold more yet still fit in your cup holder.

They went off to church while I returned back to the house. The cousins came over for dinner, and I found out that earlier that morning everyone watched the Exorcist. The movie had everyone spooked for the rest of the night and I had to 'escort' the kids into the house as they didn't want to go themselves. Of course taking advantage of this I'd do little things to make it spooky like close the door really fast, or say "what's that?!" even if there was no noise. I know, I'm mean, but it was all in fun.

Only 4 days left in Spain! Then what am I gonna blog about?

Oh yeah, my awesome advertising job that starts a week from today :D
Get ready for talk about fast food and TV commercials.

~Jenna

Outdoor Adventures, continued

So my eventful Saturday just got better as the day went on.

After catching up on some things in the house (washing the car, playing w/ the kids) we all cleaned up then went over to tia Maria's house for lunch. The Finnish smoked salmon from the other night was such a hit, we were going to try and re-create it again.

And everyone was gonna be there.

In total, we had our own small party of 15-everyone extended family. While the food was cooking there was time in the pool, and Spanish wine. We ate a variety of crab and shrimp before digging into the main event. It wasn't as good as before (probably due to differences in the grill, the other one had a top, this was open air) yet it was still delicious.

Once the food was all cleaned up, Pablo, Magui's younger brother, said he was going to go play golf. Several people at the table had recalled that I was a golfer and got really excited about him taking me along.

This is where the "adventure" began.

In Spain, the majority of clubs are private, so you can only get in to play if you have a membership. The family insisted that he tried a variety of places because they really really wanted me to be able to go. After about 20 suggested ideas, there was the issue of equipment. And clothes. And cart. And money.

Imagine a scene of 2 sisters, their husbands, their mother, her sister, her husband, and then two cousins (age 25), and me all at a giant outdoor table. . .keep in mind, these kinds of conversations are always shouted, not because they're angry or mad, they just want to make sure their idea is heard. (Of course, adding to the challenge was the fact that it was in Spanish).

"Quique doesn't play, so that can't help us, but Maria does. . . Yet her clubs aren't at the house. So who has clubs? Oh! I have some in my car, Pablo go check! Oh wait, they're men's clubs, that won't do. Jenna, what do you think? Which do you prefer? Can't you just share clubs? Oh wait, what about a cart. . . Its too hot to walk!!! Jenna, do you want to walk, or drive? Wait, can you drive? Do you have a license? Does that even matter? Just tell them you have an American friend visiting Spain who's very good and you want to take her out to play. Or maybe you guys can go check in and she could just hope the fence! Ah! But what about -

Hold on! Jenna, what's your handicap?

Me: about a 14

Everyone: (Uproar of conversation)

Quique: This is true Spanish family. Everyone is always yelling!

So about 30 mins more of that, then 4, 5 trips between the family and the car, a pit stop at Magui's house so both Pablo and I could find clothes more suitable than a bathing suit, and some more switch a roos so that everything would fit in the car, and then we were at the course. 5 mins of waiting, and a harsh rejection, we were back on our way to the house.

Non members can only play on Weds, we were told that the "free guest passes" we had were basically garbage, and if we really wanted to play that badly there'd be a bunch of fees and payments that added up to about 130€.

And this was supposed to be the crappy, more leniant club.

Upon our return, round 2 of the party started as they all felt bad that I couldn't go golfing. I felt bad for making Pablo go through all that cuz of me. He was more annoyed that the family's involvement made it a problem.

There were drinks, and there was silly dancing, then around 9:30 we all decided to depart and reconvene at the Terrace for dinner.

This event lasted quite awhile, but I truly enjoyed being a part of a 12 person dinner. Sometimes I wish I had a big family, as things like this are so much fun!

If parents think US college kids party late, they obviously know nothing about Spain. It was already past 1:00 and we were just beginning to plan our evening.

In August, everyone leaves Madrid to go on holiday at the beach. This sounds silly, but literally, companies close, stores shut down, and the whole city takes a collective month long vacation. That being said, if you haven't left yet, you'll want to because the social scene is dead.

At one place we went to, she said this is the worst weekend of the year. We visited 3 different places in search of a good time, to no real success.  Around 2:30 everyone was getting tired so we decided to give up and go home.

"Sorry Jenna! We wanted to show you a good time, going out in Madrid, but we tried our hardest!"

"No worries! This was great"

And despite the failure of most of our plans, great it was.

~Jenna

Outdoor Adventures

As I got dressed this morning, I looked in my closet and thought about how efficiently I'd packed for my 5 week stay in Spain. The only think I didn't seem to use was my sneakers. . .

That changed this morning.

This pic isn't mine, but it reflects the dryness of Madrid. There's a giant lake that had no water, and areas that are river during the winter, but just dry patches in the summer. The views go for miles and miles, but your immediate surroundings are crying for some rain.

I just finished breakfast when Quique asked if I'd like to join him and Antonio for a bike ride. Jumping at any chance to get out and about, in a matter of minutes we were taking the bikes out of the shed and riding through the neighborhood. We rode to the end of the development, and then crossed into what would be the 'forest preserve' or 'prairie lands' of Santo Domingo.

I was really glad to be out and doing something active, as we spent most of this week just hanging around the house. On the trail we saw herds of sheep, a guy on horseback, and some machinery doing some farming and drilling work. It was neat to see the more natural side of Spain, and understand the fact that it really is dry. (It's currently 82*F w/ humidity of 48% Chicago's humidity is 89%).

As we were riding I laughed to myself thinking how I naturally tend to do more things with the guys. Quique and Antonio try to keep me in the loop and get me out and experiencing Madrid, Spain, and their everyday lives. The women include me too, but it's more for the social/entertaining side of things.

I also thought about how I would categorize myself as an athletic, adventurous person, but not necessarily an 'outdoorsy' person. While I love doing things outside, and getting involved in outdoor athletic activities, I think I focus a bit more on the activity part than the being outside in nature part. It wouldn't be fair to the true nature lovers if I labeled myself as such.

One thing I'm excited about being back in the states for is a more regular work-out routine. I miss it. It'll also be great to understand what people are saying without trying too.

~Jenna

English & The Spanish School System

The Simpsons would qualify as a large famliy

Since I've been teaching English to her kids, I've been asking Magui a few questions about the school system and how it all works. I wrote about it a bit previously but now that I've learned a bit more and discussed it with some people, it deserves an entry all its own.

First, a quick re-cap of the point system: This determines which school your son or daughter can go to.  You get points for - proximity to the school, having a sibling who's already/currently attending, and for having a large family. The more points you have, the higher up you are in the lottery/selection for that school. My family has 3 points so they always get their first option, while Jamie - Alvaro's friend - only has 1 point (proximity to the school) so he goes to a different school despite living near to this one.

You reach "large family status" when you have 3 kids, and actually get a special card (similar to a passport) that officially shows that you are a large family. It includes a family portrait, and information of your residence too. Having this status gets my famliy discounted prices for things, or better admission rates for the adults. It also gets them some tax breaks and other things like that, which, in the end don't end up being that financially beneficial, but help a bit along the way. I found this very interesting.

Also, through some brief Google searching, this seems to be an EU wide thing. Here's one site I found that seems to have decent information ELFAC Google Site

This document is a brief overview of the cause Child's Rights PDF

And here is the official .org site that leads you to another part of the Google Site elfac.org

English taught from the beginning of a student's education for 1 hour a day, but the classes are very poor. Many parents elect to put their kids into private tutoring for an additional hour a day, but this doesn't seem to be that effective as Alvaro told his mom he learned more about English from me in 1 week than he did from a whole year of his private tutoring.

He will be going to a new school in the fall that is bilingual: Half Spanish, Half English. The school the Mercedes goes to has 'sessions' so some things are taught in English, while the rest is in Spanish. Alvaro's previous school only had the 1hr English class, with everything in Spanish, so his sister has the advantage in my classes as she's more exposed to the language already.

From what I gather, there are about 4 different levels of English incorporation during a child's schooling years. Depending on their scores, as well as proximity to the school and (if its private) ability to pay, some students get much better English training than others. Both of my parents spent a few years living in London, and that is where they learned their English. My host dad said he really started to learn English when he was 18. Hopefully this new school will help Alvaro advance his English so he can learn it much earlier than his parents did. 

Its interesting, because the school system clearly understands the importance of English, as they start it right along with formalized education (even if it isn't done that well). While we don't introduce the option of a second language until the 6th grade/middle school, their need to learn English (or any other language for that matter) is much more pressing than ours. Living in Europe makes the knowledge of a second language that much more important, because you are much more likely to come across a situation where you can use it. If you go a few hundred miles in any direction, you're facing a new language. I could take a language trail from Spanish to French, to German to Polish in Europe, but in the US the most difference you'll get could be some funny phrases or an accent.

Our philosophy towards a second language is much more educational, and becoming more pressing given the US's position in the global economy, and the increasing rates of international travel. You could easily traverse all of North America with out any difficulty if you have English in hand. Of course if you are living in a highly Mexican populated area like Texas, New Mexico, or Southern California, Spanish can come in handy, but there are minimal situations in which you'll be the odd man out speaking English.

Last night at the terrace I was talking to Antonio (Magui's brother in law) about languages, and he knows 4 (Spanish, English, Catalan, Italian). This isn't out of a heightened cultural interest, or a unique language ability - it is out of necessity, and there are many more Europeans who fit this mold of being armed with multiple languages than you'll probably find anywhere else in the world.

It's great how the geography of a continent has so much to do with language education, skills, and abilities. In fact, geography can be the attributing factor to a lot of things we do. Language and communication is just one of them.

Hoy es Miercoles

Alvaro, shopping at the China Store

It seems like every day now, the kids ask me what day it is, what date it is, and how much longer I will be living with their family.

This makes me sad.

While I have loved teaching them, and living with their family, I realize that 5 weeks will be the perfect amount of time to do so. Originally, I was going to stay here for 2 months (July, Aug) but my start date at DraftFCB got moved up, so I had to shorten my trip. I could keep on traveling for quite some time without a problem, but I'm realizing how challenging it is to teach kids this young during the summertime.

For them, it must be difficult as during the mornings, I am their teacher. But as soon as class is done I'm their friend, like an older cousin or a neighbor, who can play Wii with them, swim in the pool with them, and just goof around. Then at night i'm their mom's friend who goes out with the parents, or the person who hold all the top records in Wii Fit.

Mer & Cousin Laura

This experience has been incredible, and I am so glad and fortunate that I was able to do it. There is no better way to experience the culture of a place than to witness, day in, day out, what the people actually do. How they treat their family, what they eat, how they work, what they do for fun. Sure, going to the major cities and spending a weekend there is great, but that's the way to learn the city - not its people.

I would love to do something similar to this again in the future as I think I've learned so much about myself, what I want in my life, and what I want in my future in terms of work/life balance, children, spouse, and family relations.

Alvaro, on several occasions, has asked if he can come visit me in the states. I told him to wait until he's 16, or until he learns English. While I don't know how realistic this visit is right now (he's 10 years old . . . I'm starting my first full time job while still living with my parents) I truly hope that it can happen some day in the future.

Paula with the BK crown

Last night in the pool, he was talking to his dad about going to college/university, and how much things cost. His dad would like him to go a school in the states as it provides you better life experience and gives you more options. Alvaro says "Oh! So I should go to school in Chicago, so I can live with Jenna!"

Kids are so great. They are so young and innocent, and know just what to say to make you smile.