Showing posts with label true story. Show all posts
Showing posts with label true story. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

These days.

Last week went by really fast for me. Actually these last two whole months have just seemed to have flown by like a leer jet. I really feel like I just got here and grounded. It has started being more consistently colder here, most of the trees still have all there leaves but it is fall. Windy rainy days are the norm but these autumn days don´t exectly resemble the ones that are so recognizable in Ashland. A funny thing that happened last week was when the principle of our school supposedly called our subject (Visual Arts) a bunch of slackers. This greatly outraged our class and sent us to debating with our teachers over student rights and what have you. I think the main argument was that the visual arts students are ``Different´´ than normal alums and that we have our own way of doing things that should be perfectly acceptable and not be put to judgement against the other students in subject areas such as Chemistry and Economy. In one of the debates we had with our Portuguese teacher we managed to get ourselves in to a battle of put-downs with the staff saying ``So and so are rude and blah blah blah.´´ our teacher then responded to us with a question of who we thought were her best students. Of course we were put in the last place seat and after this I kind of lost interest. It´s not that this wasn´t a good opportunity for me to stand up for things I believe in or in any case to practice debating in a foreign language, I just simply felt like ``Come on, it´s obvious that this group of students doesn´t meet the expectations of the staff and the teaching community and it´s not at their fault, it´s us who need to change their perspective on us and this silly argument isn´t helping one bit!´´ Well the next day was Halloween and I went to a party at my parents language school. I carved three pumpkins in front of the students and part of my job was to explain, in english, what I was doing. It was really fun when I would show the kids the ``Guts´´ of the pumpkin and get all kinds of responses. After that we played games, ate candy and had a ``Monster fashion show,´´ which I got to host. The next day, Saturday, I went shopping for a winter coat because I didn´t bring mine from Ashland. I took it as an opportunity to replace that ratty old thing, and I only say that in the highest respect because I liked it so much, had it for so long, and put it through a lot of good hard use. That coat had a lot of character. Well, I went out to look around downtown for a good store that would have what I needed and found a cool store called ``ROX.´´ They were having a winter sale with a discount of like 20%. I ended up shopping for a while and got a pair of new shoes, a coat and a camera bag for under 40 euros. A pretty good deal here, but with the exchange rate and inflation and all that it probably cost me a good deal, but I don´t want to do the math because it would probably scare me. After that I wandered around and went in to some chinese shops. These chinese shops are everywhere and they are exactly what they sound like. No, they are not full of cool cultural chinese goods but contain almost every product imaginable at half the price and half the quality. After my adventure into the land of cheap goods I went to watch a soccer game. The game was between my brothers team and another team from my school. I saw a friend from school there who was rooting for the other team and gave him a hard time. The game turned out to resemble a massacre or a show-off match more than a game for sport. Afonso´s team scored six goals and won with the other team scoring a big fat whopping zero. When I saw my friend again after the game I held myself back from tormenting him further. (When I saw him on monday though, this was not the case.) Sunday was quite a day, we all woke up early, hopped in the car and set out for spain. We drove about an hour to the border over rugged hills capped in giant white wind turbines. Once we got to the border we had a small mishap with ``Velocity control´´ A.K.A. speeding, but that was really no problem at all. Almost instantly accross the border with Spain the land turns into what I would call grassy plains. One thing about the roads here is that along the sides there is always some old peice of history, whether it be an old stone wall or an abondoned old stone house it is always entertaining and interesting. It looks a lot like central Idaho if you´ve ever been there. The difference between Spain and Idaho is that here, every once in a while, you pass a walled village nested on top of one of the hills, surrounded by ancient olive trees over a lazy river. Images of Robin Hood come to mind. Our destination was Salamanca, one of these ancient cultured walled cities that had grown to be a large cultural and academic center in western Spain. As soon as we arrived we were cast in the shadow of the monolithic cathedral that dominates the Salamancan skyline. We ventured deeper into the city, ducked under walls and passed stone buildings. We parked in an underground parking garage and headed to the ``Plaza Mayor,´´ here we had lunch in a second story bar. This bar was probably the most amazing bar I´ve ever been in. As soon as we entered the cold air from outside gave way to a blast of merry heat. It was crowded in the bar and noisy. People were packed around a couple of tables, mostly standing, clutching drinks and small plates of food. We were seen by a waiter and lead into another section of the floor walled in paintings of old kings and suprisingly Don Quihote. We were treated to a plater of hard, salty bread that was really good and olives in oil and garlic. We ordered and chatted about our day. I got a giant sandwich with ham, lettuce, tomato, mayonaisse asparagus and other things that was really good. Sofia got soup, a steak with mushrooms that looked amazing, Afonso got a steak with rice and french fries, Kika got a steak with french fries and these really good ham and cheese balls that she gave to me, and Louis got a really good looking red chicken plate with rice and fries. After eating to our hearts delight we meandered through the citadel, took pictures and passed through a mall. One the way back to Portugal we stopped in one of the ancient walled cities to walk and have tea. That was really cool to see the city from the inside, all the small streets and bars. We saw one bar named ``Small´s,´´ that was cool. In the bar where we had tea the walls were lined with salted pigs legs. We stopped again to use the bathroom at a border stop store kind of deal and got some chocolate for the ride home. This stop was really cool because it looked out over a pasture with cows and horses. There was also a truck that pulled up beside us full of squeling pork the size of me. Well, we drove home in the dark and when we got home we had dinner and went to bed. The drive home was actually really cool to see all the city lights in the distance and the wind turbines blinking on the tops of the hills. Yesterday, Monday, I woke up and had a Filosofy test, it went well and I think I passed. We are playing Volleyball in P.E. now, that is really fun. Today I had a Portuguese test where we had to read a paper, answer questions on it, then write our own paper with our opinion on a quote. It was hard but I think I did well. Now I´m off to lunch. Até Já.

Saturday, September 27, 2008

Stuff.

So I´ve been sick for two days. It´s nothing much, just a sore throat, runny nose, stuffiness and aches. Today I had tennis lessons and felt fine most of the time. Louis is sick too. For lunch today we went to a really good italian restaurant, probably some of the best pizza I´ve ever had. One thing that I think is cool but haven´t written about is that there are a lot of roundabouts here, of course this is europe and that is the norm, but a really cool thing about a particular roundabout here in Viseu is that there is a parking garage under it. All surface traffic flows as it would normally but there are these holes in the ground that you can drive down into right under the road and down the circle is the parking garage. It is all lit naturally because the cieling is the roundabout and has windows. I thought this was really smart, A: because even in this size of a city and with all these cars on these tiny roads there is no traffic, I think this is due to the roundabouts, and B: The garage litterally takes up no area like traditional parking garages in cities in the states allowing a bunch of people to park their cars in the center of the city. A funny thing that happened to me this week was in Geometry class; a student was late and knocked on the door to be let in. Since I sit next to the door I simply turned the handle and the student came in. Well when my teacher saw this he wasn´t happy. He grabbed the student (somewhat gently) by the arm and led him out of the classroom, closed the door on him then turned to me. I was really confused at this point and just stared blankly at the door. My teacher leans with both hands on my desk and says in broken english ``Who is the boss.´´ Well I knew what he ment and responded ``Tu, claro.(You, of course)´´ to be polite and not get chewed out in portuguese in front of the rest of the class. Then he turned and opened the door for the tardy student. Who came in looking just as confused as I had. Well, I can´t think of anything else for now but If I do I´ll write later. Questions comments? Até Já.

Sunday, August 24, 2008

Crazy true story.

Chaco Fiasco

By Ben Small

Once upon a time I went backpacking with my family (Just my Dad and brother, my mom stayed home with the old pooch.) and some friends from the bay area. We decided to meet in a very remote place called the Plumas Nation Forest which, if you didn’t catch my drift, is in the middle of nowhere. We got there late, couldn’t find a campground and decided to spend the first night in our cars. The second day we got on the trail and everything was going fine until... We start to leave the spot where we had lunch and I realize that one of my new Chaco sandals is missing! In case you've never owned Chaco's they are the best shoes money can buy and I hadn't worn anything else since I bought them. They are simply the best. Imagine losing one of your children, your dog or your most beloved pet/possession. So, I ran back on the trail as far as I could remember to the spot where I last took off my pack just in case my baby fell of when doing so. With no luck I decided to leave it forever. On this trip we camped at some beautiful lakes and I would have loved to use my sandals to explore them. Well, we hiked for 3 more days and finally ended up back at the cars. I decided to run back up the trail a second time to try and find my lost sandal, but alas I had no luck and returned to the cars even more exhausted and disheartened. In desperation I left a badly handwritten note scribbled on a torn tuna wrapper at the trailhead with only my cell phone number as a contact, and sadly began the trip home. Before leaving I even went to check the lost and found at some hotels nearby and still no sandal. My feet were very hot in my boots during the 6+ hour car ride back home to Ashland and this only added to my pain as I was grouchy because I was in mourning over my lost sandal. After a day of being home I told my Chaco pals the story of what happened. They sympathized with my dilemma and recommended checking out chacousa.com for help. I did and from reading the FAQ realized you can order one sandal through your local dealer. I checked the FAQ because I came up with this crazy story that I was rafting a gnarly river and pinning mad lines when my Chaco broke (yeah right) and was lost in the carnage. And I just simply wanted to know if Chaco’s warranty covered stuff like that. Well, I guess Chaco is smarter than they look and low and behold one of the FAQ’s was the perfect clone of my story; and of course this was not included as part of the warranty. I also found out that you can make custom designed Chaco's in any color, style or fit you can dream of, irrelevant to my story but it's still cool. The next day I went on down to the one and only outdoor store to place an order for a single right foot blue men's 13 z/2 Chaco sandal. Luckily my bro T-Call was there and said "Dude, you don't want to just order one sandal because it costs like fitty bucks with shipping and handling and the people at Chaco are lazy S.O.B.'s and it will take like 2 weeks to get here." Of course I don't have 2 weeks because I'm leaving for Portugal in 6 days and I need my Chaco's for that. So, he looked around and found a new pair of Chaco's in my size (last years but still fresh and basically the same as this year’s) but in brown. I don't mind the color but I really did love my blue ones. So since they were last years he gave me a whopping 55% off. Thus, I got a new pair of Chaco's for only $49.50 to be exact. (O.K. I’ll do the math for you. That’s $90 new.) BUT THAT"S NOT THE CRAZY PART. A couple of days passed and I liked my new Chaco's a lot. I was just minding my own business when I got a call from some random number with some random area code I had never seen before. I answered and the voice on the other line said, "Have I reached 944-6063" and I'm like yeah??? And then the voice (some dude) says, "I have your lost sandal." BLAM! What!? "I looked for that darn thing for hours" I say, and tell him what I went through. "Well I got it," says the guy, "And boy do I have a story for you." I laugh, how can this guy’s ordeal be any worse than mine? Well, here's what he said: "I was on a long day hike way out in the forest having a good time when suddenly the sole of my right boot just decided to fall off. With no sole my boot was rendered useless and I was S.O.L. I sat down off to the side of the trail to try and repair my boot with duct tape when I saw your sandal. I picked it up and was awestruck that it was the right foot and in my size! I used your sandal the rest of the day and it saved my butt. If I hadn't have found your shoe I would have nearly been stranded in the woods with only a quart of water and would have been forced to walk out with a busted up boot that would have chewed my foot to shreds." "Wow," I said. "I am no fan of blisters." "Me neither," he said. "Your sandal really saved me. I don't know what sort of divine intervention or coincidence created this but boy am I thankful." "Glad I could help," I said. He said he'd ship me back my shoe on him for all the help it was. I am just ecstatic to get my shoe back and since the Outdoor Store doesn’t take returns on discounted items I don't know what I’ll do with the extra pair. I guess I can always be creative.