- Friday - Friday was a nice day. I finally got to do some more yoga. Mona, a fellow aux, had been taking classes where she lives in Es Castell (neighboring city to Mahon, a 10min bike ride), and I decided to join her. I found out that her instructor started doing house calls (since Mona had often been the only participant during the time she went) and so I arrived at her place around 11am for a relaxed practice. I enjoyed the class, and apparently she switches up the routine every time so I think I’ll continue going to her. Too bad my place isn’t big enough to host yoga here.
I also bought a pass to Primavera Sound, a music festival hosted in Barcelona June 2-4 along the likes of Lollapalooza. The line-up hasn’t been announced yet, but you’ll know when I know. Thank you to my parents and grandmas for it is their Thanksgiving/Chanukah/NewYears presents to my bank account that made this possible. My brother and sis-in-law are planning a visit around that time, so hopefully they’ll be able to attend with me! Friday I also booked a few flights for my winter break, something I’d long been putting off and needing to do.
- Saturday - The tennis club has a tournament every other weekend pretty much, and I decided to sign up for this weekends'. As usual, less than 24hours before the start of the tournament, the schedule was finally posted. 9am start time, ugh. I stayed in Friday, still ended up awake until 3, and snoozing through my allotted breakfast time (but saving time for coffee) made it to the club by 9:05. There's not a single person on the courts. The coaches are sitting at a table in the cafe w a few people and I ask if I came at the right time? "Yea, people are just inside getting coffees. Have you had breakfast?” I hadn’t, but I wasn’t hungry yet so I opted for a liquid breakfast - fresh squeezed orange juice! The tournament went as usual... I played well but did not perform too well, winning 1 of my 3 one-set matches. The weather was phe-fuckin-nomenal and I stayed for another hour or so rallying with one of the players, until I caved to my hunger and had to go eat. Boy I’m going to miss playing tennis in late December, outdoors and in shorts.
- Saturday - Saturday night we went out to Assukar, a club known for playing latin music (and a mixed latin crowd). It was a ton of fun. I love going places where everyone is dancing and genuinely enjoying the music and the environment. That said, usually at a generic club or bar, my hip-moving abilities are in the top percentile and can hold up, but in a place where everyone knows what they’re doing… I realized I have some catching up to do. Luckily some of the girls we were with were quite good and taught me a few moves that hopefully next time I can remember. The DJs played Salsa, Bachata, and Reggaeton, cycling through the three styles, with a couple songs each.
I normally wouldn’t write about my love life (or lack thereof) but this lil story is worth sharing. Earlier in the night I had noticed a certain chica… and finally, a few hours and a few shared glances later, I noticed her friends all being occupied and her needing someone to dance with so I went over to ask her to dance, hoping she’d look past my not-up-to-par repertoire of dance moves. She obliged, we danced for a song, talked a little, and she disappeared - off to the bathroom or talk to her friends or have a smoke or something. Typical experience of dancing with girl at loud club. What wasn’t typical, was that before ending our lil encounter she leaned in for your standard Spanish two cheek kiss, and followed with the typical “encantado” and “igualmente” (“charmed” “likewise”). Now, so far this is an isolated experience, so I don’t know what this experience means... whether women here are more polite in general, this girl was more polite, this girl was into me but actually had to go, or what… but I can tell you that if she wasn’t interested and was just being polite, that sort of thing definitely doesn’t happen in the US and for male self esteem’s sake you ladies should try it. Anyways, this island is tiny, so if/when I see her again I’ll just have to ask.
- Sunday - Election day! I've listened in on some political talk, but can't pretend to understand enough to have an opinion, let alone explain anything to you, but here are some helpful links:
- Monday - This was my last day at school before break. In the morning, the students had to go down to the school chapel (I work at a catholic school) for a short mass. They don’t go to the church daily, but have been going every week of this month. The service is in Minorcan so I don’t understand anything, but it’s always interesting to see the Pastor interact with the kids and keep them behaved and participating (it’s usually just the pre-K through 3rd grade when I go).
One large difference during the holiday season here in Spain is that, traditionally, kids receive gifts Three Kings Day instead of Christmas.. and not from Santa, but from the Three Kings (aka three wise men). Those differences aside, there are many similarities in the traditions: the kids write letters to the 3 kings, and they all believe in the 3 Kings, with finding out that it’s their parents being one important coming-of-age moment. On Monday afternoon, the kids got to meet the Three Kings, or rather their Pages, and give them the letters that each class had written together. We all lined up on a small street behind the school and awaited for the Pages to arrive. The Three Kings deliver presents on camels, but their Pages rolled up in a [old] brown Porsche 944 coupe. They got out and walked along the lines of kids, high fiving ‘em. At this point, some of the parents were arriving and snapping pics of their kids. Next, we walked along the side of the school into an entrance that led us to the school theatre. There, the Pages sat on the stage while representatives of each class would came up with their class' letter, followed by the rest of the class for a group picture. I left after a few classes, but I believe that in the end all of the 3-5 year olds got to have a solo photoshoot with the Pages since their parents were there. I wonder, do Christian/Catholic schools in the US arrange for Santa Visits at school? I thought you always had to go to the mall (or the CTA Holiday Bus/Train) for that? Not surprisingly, I knew one of the Pages — Raul, a roommate of one of the auxiliaries and cousin of one of the teachers at my school. Small world, indeed.
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Banking in Menorca:
There are two things that have jumped out at me as different in my banking experience, and what interests me the most is that I can’t tell whether it is just a difference, or the technology being dated here, OR the technology being ahead of the USA here.
The first is the “libreta”. Libreta means notebook, and it’s essentially what it is. It resembles a passport, but instead of visas and stamps inside, there is a ledger of my bank account. Furthermore, when I want cash from the ATM… I insert the entire libreta, and it prints the new activity in the book (including any additional activity that has happened online and is not yet in the libreta). The libreta does NOT work as a form of payment. I did have the option of receiving a bank card as well, but there was an annual fee and I figured it’d be advantageous to make impulse shopping harder. I know the concept of a bank book is nothing new… but what about one that you insert into the machine that functions as a bank card AND notates for you, is this new tech? or old tech? I should add that I haven’t yet figured out how it reads the libretto either to identify you - the machine asks you to turn the libreta to the page with the most recent transactions (which has no identifying information about me) so there must be some sort of chip or tag (NFC?) inside. I’m excited to get to the day where my transactions are at the end of the page and see if the machine can clip the page. My googling-in-Spanish skills are not up to par as I could only find information about opening bank accounts and not the technology, but I’ll keep trying!
The second thing I found interesting and couldn’t determine whether it is innovation or stagnation, is this nifty little encryption(?) card. It’s just a card with 4 columns of 2 rows, a 3digit code and a matching 4 digit code. When I make bank account transfers to pay my rent, the website provides me with a code and I have to look the number up on my card and provide the matching set of numbers. I wonder… What other situations will it ask me to use this card for? Does everyone in the bank get the same card? Is this safer than the two-step verification involving receiving a code via email or text that seems to be the standard in US financial institutions? New? Old? or just a different way to go about doing things?
p.s. they also provided me with (I don’t remember being given the option to create my own) two different PIN #s when I opened my account, one for the ATM and another for any online activity.
**update 1: I used the ATM to withdraw some cash, and upon receiving my libreta back, I noticed two lines had been printed… my withdrawal, and a mystery €30.25 fee. A week later I finally made it to the bank to enquire WTF and found out that it was some tax/certificate/madeupfee that they pay to the police (?) for non-resident bank accounts. I explained that I had asked about the difference between accounts when opening mine (my residency card was still on its way at the time), told theirs none except tax implications, and thus had gone ahead and opened a non-resident account. To my surprise… I was able to change the account type AND get a refund (well not full, but €20). Customer service in the US is pretty good, but I’ve heard and read about Spanish banks being known for their multitude of fees, so I was very happy about this experience**
**update 2: I LOST MY LIBRETA, NO ONE ROBBED ME, SOMEONE RETURNED IT TO THE BANK. Friday I woke up to an email from the bank telling me to come by for my libreta. I didn’t even know I lost it! Thursday evening I went to a few different cafes for drinks and then headed to see Star Wars. I had dealt with the fee earlier that day, so my libreta was still on me. OF COURSE I lost it, I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t. Along with the libreta were sheets of paper with both of the aforementioned PIN #s, and the card with the codes. Everything you need to clean out my bank account into which I had just deposited my paycheck. There was also the business card of the manager(?) of the bank who had helped me with the mystery fee, and some kind stranger called him, dropped it off, he emailed me, and here I am, not broke and very happy**
PSA (Public Service Announcement):
I don’t have an announcement to make, but Mahón’s got plenty. I noticed an interesting PSA campaign of word-less illustrations on the back of the city maps that are posted all across the city. These little graphics remind people about such things as to clean up their dog's poop, to respect all genders and sexualities, and to prioritize clean means of travel (i.e. biking). I’ve seen PSA campaigns for [what I would have hoped to be] obvious topics in other cities (or public institutions) and it’s always interesting to see what approach they take to appeal to the masses. For example North Dakota’s blunt Be Nice billboards or the variety of comical [and shame inducing] ads in the CTA trains reminding people not to block the doorway with their bags, to give up their seats for pregnant women, and all in all not to be a dick. At first Mahón’s approach seems a little childish, but then I remember that for much of the year the Spaniards aren’t the only ones living here and making use of equals signs and smilies and simple graphics is a means to avoid any of these messages getting lost in translation.