tirsdag den 19. februar 2013

Office humour

I'm less than a month in of my internship at our lovely embassy in Madrid and already the office atmosphere is surprisingly fun and relaxed.
Yesterday the political intern tried pulling our leg with the help of our Spanish/Danish receptionist. He came into our office (me and the other intern of commerce). He told us that the boss of our lovely colleague in the political department had sent him an email saying that she would not have time for the rest of the internship to sit in the reception. Now the case is this: we are all dead scared to sit there and receive the calls from whoever, especially if a Spanish person calls and we have no clue what they are saying :S
Obviously at first we laughed at him but then he started looking quite serious after that and we began to believe him. We should of course have realised the sneakiness of an intern of politics, but nooo... We fell for it....
Had we done anything to deserve it? Of course not! It definitely DID NOT have anything to do with the fact that me and my co-intern keep voting who has to take care of incoming calls in the reception when the receptionist can't be there, and we certainly don't end up both voting for her, every time. Majority rules, that's democracy, right?
The revenge will be sweet!!!

Any suggestions on how to get back at her will fo'sho' be taken into consideration!

søndag den 17. februar 2013

The Indian Experience

If you are a female of Spanish or Latinamerican nationality, you usually know the feeling of being wanted, because the Latin guys are not scared to hunt down their prey. Not always the best strategy to get a girl in my opinion, but anyway... Luckily I am out of that race.. Although..
The other night I went out to have dinner at an Indian restaurant in the Lavapiés area of Madrid - and wauw was that an experience!! Never ever have I ever felt more wanted together with my companions, and that's even more than the gross sound that the argentine men makes when a girl walks by them. These restaurants each had 5 Indian people chasing down their prey, i. e. guests for their restaurant. It was almost so annoying that we lost our appetite, because they were ready to kill just to have us leave our money on their table. They are crazy!
We finally settled on a place and I must say...the first plate was nothing like I'd imagined. Enjoy the colour in the picture below fun fun :D

Luckily the main course was less scary looking, not the best tikka masala I've ever had but not bad, and we had a laugh because of the man hunt in Indian-Spanish and the artificial coloured food.
They get a giant golden star for effort!!

torsdag den 7. februar 2013

Pan as a tray?

The beauty of being a long way from home is that you always discover new things.. I cannot understand how this idea occurred, but this "tray" is definitely supposed to be a pan and used for cooking, not serving. However, the frozen yoghurt place in Plaza Chueca played cool English music which always is a nice change in Spain. Of course they also had a very confusing English menu with bad translations.
I silently thought to myself "This must be what a wannabe-hipster-café looks like in Spain", hah and I loved it! Enjoy 😊

tirsdag den 5. februar 2013

New job, new home, new life

After a bit of a wait trying to get integrated into the Danish Ministry of Foreign Affair's IT system, I am now more or less set at the internship to do great things! Or at the very least gain some of the 'valuable work experience' that I have been craving for so long (if you can in fact crave that sort of experience the same way I often crave chocolate and liqourice).

Status:
I have underestimated how tiring it can be to sit in front of a computer for the most of the day (plus the exhaustion caused by looking for an apartment, wanting to catch up with friends down here and having to sleep in yet another shared bedroom in a hostel for several nights)
However, the living situation has now been sorted. I moved in with a very sweet Slovak girl my age who is also studying her masters in business so it seems we already have a bit in common.
España, bring it on!




søndag den 27. januar 2013

The country of Cristobal Colón

For those of you who may not know this, Cristobal Colón is who we'd normally call Christopher Columbus. I'm not in America anymore and to be honest I seem to remember that this Cristobal is actually not from Spain. Nevertheless, it's relevant, because he was the great captain who sailed out from the Iberian peninsula to discover America. Why am I writing all of this you wonder? - Because I have returned to my Spanish home, the capital of their fabulous country, Madrid.

My internship at the Danish Embassy starts in less than 10 hours. It's very exciting!



onsdag den 16. januar 2013

You know you've been to the States when....

....there is peanutbutter in every cake, candy or sweet related treat you eat!! Only thing missing in the world of peanutbutter is a peanutbutter soda! Unless it already exists.....I wouldn't put it passed them.


...you develop a peanutbutter addiction within a matter of days...

....you weirdly enough are surprised that the real America isn't that much different from what you see in the movies. And you are relieved (based on the plot from 'Clueless' - best teen movie ever) that you never had to attend high school in the States.

...you never the less can't help but wonder which role or group you would have belonged to had you gone to high school there. In my case, I'd join glee - as in the tv show.

...temperatures are always insanely high and rarely below 0 even though it's snowing outside.

...you learn to love Netflix before it even hits your own country.

...get rid of all socialist values and become a capitalist the second you put your feet on American territory and barely notice spending $1000 on a 4-hour shopping trip in New York.


...feel an intense amount of stress when picking out a Halloween costume and being severely disappointed by the fact that you can be too old to go 'trick or treating'.

...feel kind of racist just looking at someone who's a slightly darker shade of pale (I know I'm not supposed to say that, but but.....)

...drink a 40 in a park after dark like a true criminal, because why wouldn't it be illegal to have a drink in public?!



...see deer and squirrels everywhere - even in the big city (maybe not the deer, but the squirrels!)

...slowly begin strategizing how best to survive the zombie apocalypse

...find a bible in your motel room



...only eat bread with holes in it. Yes, I am indeed referring to bagels and doughnuts. Delissssh, but why?


...fall in love with Oregon (and maybe an american boy too), because it is a beautiful state and everyone you meet are incredibly nice to you and your foreigness.

....you left your heart in Oregon









fredag den 9. november 2012

Oregon, halloween og præsidentvalg!!

Jeg troede jeg skulle til Canada, men er strandet i Seattle lufthavn på ubestemt tid pga. sne i det der land nord for USA - jeg er ikke helt klar over hvorhenne det sner og hvorfor mit oprindelige connecting flight fra Salt Lake City godt kunne lette. I hvert fald var mit første fly fra Portland til Salt Lake City forsinket så meget, at jeg ikke kunne nå mit andet fly. Det sutter og jeg er ikke særlig tilfreds, så derfor (!) har jeg besluttet mig for at bruge tiden fornuftigt og opdatere jer derhjemme - det bliver nok med flere billeder end med ord. Men der er vist også noget med, at de siger mere.

First things first: Oregon
Jeg har nu været i Oregon i relativt lang tid. 3 uger og et par dage beløber det sig til. Jeg fløj fra New York til Portland d. 14. oktober og tog derfra videre til La Grande, hvor Drew bor. Der har jeg så været siden da, indtil jeg i går, onsdag d. 7. november, tog tilbage til Portland for at tage mit fly i dag til Canada for at besøge Jen og Jesper, som jeg har mødt hhv. i Madrid og derhjemme i Danmark. Spændende at finde ud af om jeg når frem i dag, men altså - nok om det!
  La Grande er en relativt lille by cirka på størrelse med Vordingborg. Den ligger cirka midt ude i ingenting, men det skal man ikke kimse af for byen ligger nede i en dal og det er nu ikke så dårligt endda at vågne op hver morgen omgivet af, hvad der i min optik må være bjerge. Jeg ved ikke helt om det er den gældende definition her i landet. I hvert fald kan jeg kun sige, at Oregon er en smuk del af USA. Og folk er overordentligt søde ved en i "the pacific northwest" - jeg kan ikke helt tale for resten af landet, da jeg stadig har det til gode (bortset fra New York, men den by er så international, at det ikke føltes som det 'rigtige' Amerika). De er meget venlige og snaksalige overalt her, uden at det er for meget - noget vi godt kunne lære lidt af i Danmark, synes jeg. Konklusionen må i hvert fald være, at jeg er glad for at være her. Her er en lille bid af, hvordan efteråret er i La Grande:







Mit oregoneanske hjem

Den sødeste kat nogensinde overhovedet! Og jeg vil ikke forsøge at skrive dens navn - for det lægger sig opad
statens guvernør - og jeg er ærlig talt ikke helt klar over hvordan de staver det - MEN den kommer med til Danmark!
Hvad får jeg ellers tiden til at gå med? - Halloween og en genvalgt præsident!

Altså lige bort set fra, at jeg også er begyndt at læse op til mine eksaminer, hvilket er superkedeligt, men det skal der jo være styr på. Så har jeg som noget sjovt heldigvis formået at fejre halloween for lidt over en uge side med masser af fest og farver og udklædning, og jeg må indrømme, at jeg følte mig lidt presset, da jeg skulle finde på en udklædning, der var god nok til USA. Måske fik jeg også en lille overdosis af chokolade og slik i de dage Halloween kunne strække sig over, selvom der kun er trick or treating på selve allehelgens aften. Jeg fik lov til at åbne døren - meget mærkelig oplevelse. Var bange for børnene ikke forstod mig, fordi jeg trods alt snakker lidt underligt for en person i en lille by i USA.
  Derudover har jeg næsten set alt, hvad der er at se i La Grande (minus omegn), men der skulle eftersigende være et par få hotspots tilbage i byen, jeg er spændt! En af dem var åbenbart nogle tophemmelige tunneler, som Drew og en af hans venner tog mig til på valgdagen - selvfølgelig inden valgstedrene lukkede rundt omkring i landet. Det var enormt underholdende, da der både skulle kæmpes vej gennem krat og buske og sikre sig vej over store vandpytter. Man kan kun tage derop på gåben om efteråret, da alt smeltevandet fra vinteren holder en lille flod/bæk løbende resten af året.
  Og så var der jo selve afgørelsen for præsidentvalget! Det var (udover Halloween og mit arbejde i Buenos Aires) en af de mest kulturelle oplevelser, jeg har haft på min tur. Jeg følte mig ualmindeligt uvidende, mens valgresultaterne rullede ind. Og eftersom valgstederne lukkede først på østkysten, så var det også derfra vi fik de første resultater og skræmmende nok var Mitt foran i lidt lang tid. Men men men, det ændrede sig altsammen, da Barack sikrede sig Florida og efterfølgende Ohio - da var slaget slået og vi kunne ånde lettet op. I grunden burde svingstaterne i landet være de eneste, der stemte. Det er alligevel dem, der afgør det pga. af de "electoral votes" hver stat har. Det er et fjollet system, når nu det er ét land, så burde det bare være procenterne for hele landet, der afgør det, når man stemmer om noget, der gælder for hele landet. Time to change that, America. Kom nu!

Og nååhr ja, så har jeg også lært amerikanerne at lave kastanjedyr! Det kom der ret meget sjov ud af.

I skal selvfølgelig heller ikke snydes for billeder af de ovennævnte begivenheder, so here goes:







KÆMPE elsdyr, som jeg tror jeg efterhånden har oversat det til. Det er i hvert fald ikke et rensdyr - de er mindre.

Selvom det er lidt for tidligt og man først spiser Pumpkin Pie til thanksgiving, så lavede Drews mor en pie til mig,
fordi jeg aldrig havde smagt det før. Konsistensen er lidt a la cheesecake, men smagen er mere julet end forventet
- men bestemt ikke dårligt!!!

Mine nye kæledyr, hunden Louis og katten Govenor Catzhaber (tror jeg)








Det var tirsdag (og ikke fredag, som det er tradition i familien Frost), men jeg havde lyst til
hjemmelavet pizza, så det lavede vi! Alle de pizza'er i Buenos Aires har ikke stoppet min lyst
til den dejlige italienske ret i ny og næ.




That's all, folks!