Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Happy New Year - Bueno Año Nuevo

San Silvestre Popular
On December 30, we participated in San Silvestre Popular with Cristina, Erika, and Nuria. They told us - in Spanish - that it was in the city, people dressed up, and it was a lot of fun!! They told us more but, apparently, we didn't understand everything (stay tuned for our Spanish Language Acquisition blog).

San Silvestre started at 8 pm so Amy and Eugene decided not to go. Since there was no chance of me embarrassing Amy (more common than I'd like to admit) ... I decided to dress up!! I put on my swimming suit (over my running clothes), cap, goggles, and floaty. Cristina gave Matthew and orange wig to wear. We have no problem embarrassing our children.

As it turns out, it was an 8 km race through the city and past many of the historical monuments. Hee hee. Oooh. It wasn't as much "fun" as the kids were expecting - but we all got free t-shirts (though, by the time we got to the finish line, there were only medium sizes left).


New Year's Eve
On New Year's Eve (Nochevieja), Amy made finger food ... food that we could eat with our fingers. We all loved it - less dishes.

The Engel family continued our corny New Year's tradition of having a family slumber party in the living room. This year, our fire consisted of tissue paper flames *crackling* in the breeze of the fan. We permit the kids to drink caffeinated pop ... taking the immense risk that the caffeine will stunt their growth ... so they can stay up for the countdown then watch movies all night long.




We also added a couple of Spanish New Year's Eve traditions. We wore red underwear for good luck. (Hmm. They are not very lucky if you wash them with your whites.) At midnight, everyone ate 12 grapes - one on each stroke of the clock. Remind me next year to de-seed the grapes first ... crunch, crunch!


New Year's Day - Haitian Independence Day
We slept late, ate, wrote our (realistic) New Year's Resolutions, and the kids snuck the remainder of the caffeinated pop when we weren't looking.

January 1 is also Haitian Independence Day. We made flags and then went out for a parade. The kids and I brought pans, bells, whistles, and anything else that made noise and marched through the rambla announcing Haitian Independence Day. We were a parade!! (The more mature adults stayed inside and denied our existence.) Aaah. The kids were having such a great time marching and making lots of noise ... until someone looked at us. Then, they all wanted to crawl under their own skin to hide.


More New Year's Pictures:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/abrownell/sets/72157603732989089/

St. Nicholas and Christmas

Saint Nicholas Day - December 6
The Engels have always celebrated Saint Nicholas Day, which is a Dutch tradition (really). We didn't want to overwhelm the kids with Christmas presents ... but realized that they still needed socks and underwear.

So, every year we go to our church, Saint Nicholas, to hear the stories and re-enactments of Saint Nicholas' deeds. Then, before going to bed, the kids put their shoes outside the door. In memory of the humble and gracious Saint Nicholas, we put coins and small gifts into their shoes for the morning.
This year, when packing for Spain, we brought one grocery bag of our Christmas favorites (that would fit in the bag). On the eve of Saint Nicholas, we got them out ... Santa's clothesline that Andreia and Bronson made, a stained glass Christmas tree from Franca; a Christmas tablecloth from Oma, our Christmas Almanac from Monique, Jan Brett's Christmas Treasury from Margarita, snowman towels from Betty, Three Trees from Dena, dancing snowman from Oma, 3D glasses from Susan, Haitian nativity set from Amy, jingle bells from Franca, Santa Bunny, and rock-n-roll Santa. Wow! A lot of great memories fit in that bag.

On the morning of Saint Nicholas Day, the kids reveled in those memories.

Every year, we wear our jingle bells during the Christmas season. Last year, Oma told us that when she died, she would ring our bells to get our attention. She died just before Christmas ... so, we started calling our jingle bells "Oma-bells" and everytime they jingle, we said 'hello' to Oma.

Christmas - Navidad
In Spain, Christmas is kind of like Thanksgiving. Families come together, prepare food for twice as many people, give thanks, and eat. Elvira started us off on the right foot by bringing us a big box of Spanish turrones. A direct translation of turrones is "upper thighs." They are bars of honey, sugar, almonds, and _____ (fill in the blank). Matthew liked them so much he bought some more to send to his parents, brothers, aunt and uncle.

The most popular Christmas decorations are nativity scenes (belenes). There was a belén at the kids' school, on people's desks, on the streets, and in churches. Many of the belenes that we saw were really, really elaborate ... depicting the physical and spiritual journey to Bethlehem. You might think that if you have seen one, you have seen them all. If you walk by them quickly, that is true. If you actually look at the details, that is not true at all. They are very impressive. If we stay in Spain, I'd like to be a belenista ... an actual profession of people who create belenes.

Another common holiday decoration is red carpet in front of stores. Really, they are disposable red mats ... but they give a warm, welcoming look to the stores, buildings, and neighborhoods.

There are a few Christmas trees and decorations. We saw a fake Christmas tree for sale ... 160€ (multiply that by 1.5 to get US dollars). Ha ha hah! So, we made two (paper) Christmas trees and taped them to the back of the doors. Santa Claus (Papa Noël) has become more popular recently. Most people in Valencia live in apartment buildings - so instead the roof-top scene, Santa Claus is seen climbing up to the balconies.





Papa Noël ... or, in our case, it is Papa, Mama, and Sister Noël. Our friends Julia, Juan, and Livia gathered and brought carts and a dozen bags of toys and clothing for the children. They were gently and some hardly used ... but all new for us. It was like Christmas!! Well, actually, it was Christmas.


Julia also gave us a bunch of tickets to the Christmas youth expo (ExpoJove) ... where there are 1000s of activities, performances, games, and prizes for kids. We spent two days there and didn't get to all of the activities.


There are also several circuses and fairs that come to Valencia during the holiday season. Bronson and Maria went to the circus with our neighbors Olga, Oliver, Marion, and Lorenzo. We also went to the fair at the beach which was replete with rides, games, cotton candy, ... paella and legs of jamón.


We hosted a children's Christmas party for a few of our little friends. Yana led the cooking activity in the kitchen where we baked chocolate chip cookies. Some of the cookies were edible. Kerline led the craft activities in the dining room where we colored, cut snowflakes, and made water color paintings. Maria led the music activities in the living room where we sang, danced, and played games.



More Christmas photos:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/abrownell/sets/72157603732014681/

Thanksgiving - Acción de Gracias

Thanksgiving was originally a 3-day feast shared between the Pilgrims and Native Americans (commonly known as indians and preferrably known as Anishinaabe - original people). After a particularly harsh spring and summer, the Native Americans helped the Pilgrims plant and harvest a successful fall crop. Historical records give much of the credit to a Native American named Squanto Baars. (Well, okay, nowhere does it officially say that his last name was Baars. That was for Oma. Sheesh!)

The original 3-day feast was celebrated to thank God for the fall harvest. In the United States, Thanksgiving is a time to come together and to forgive trespasses ... just in time for Christmas presents!

In Spain, Thanksgiving is not a holiday. The kids had school so we celebrated on Saturday. We had to order a turkey from the butcher downstairs because there isn't exactly a rafter of turkeys at the grocery store. For a few days, we worried that our turkey would include the head, feet, feathers, and all the innards intact (as we have seen some birds at the market). Fortunately, the butcher prepared it perfectly.

We invited a couple of American (and Americanized) friends - Ana Pilar, Tony, Sara, Elena, and Sofia. Amy prepared a feast which included pumpkin pie (from REAL pumpkins). I made mashed potatoes, which I usually can do without incident. The only Thanksgiving tradition that was missing ... was cranberries. We were not able to find any cranberries - fresh, frozen, or canned. Matthew didn't miss them. Don't tell his mother, but Matthew doesn't like cranberries. (His grandfather was a cranberry farmer and their family still owns and operates cranberry marshes in Wisconsin.)

We gave thanks and ate (and ate and ate). Sigh. The season of eating began.

More photos of Thanksgiving:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/abrownell/sets/72157603731884779/

Happy Holidays and Days and Days and Days

We celebrated Spanish and US and Dutch holidays. This blog started with Thanksgiving and several holidays (and pages) later, I decided to post them separately though together. Our holidays (and days and days and days) included Thanksgiving, St. Nicholas Day, Christmas, New Years, Three Kings Day (Epiphany), and the return to school ... which the adults in the house consider a holiday. Whew. Now we rest until Fallas at the end of March - which is the biggest, loudest, longest celebration in Valencia.

Before the details ...

  • Thank you to everyone who sent Christmas cards and pictures. They remind us of the greatest gifts in our lives - our family and friends.
  • Thank you to everyone who did NOT send Christmas cards or pictures. They remind us of how we usually don't get our act together to send cards and pictures either. We understand. We would appreciate it if you would bring them in person (with a jar or two of peanut butter).
  • Thank you to our new friends and family in Valencia. They remind us that language and culture and traditions do not separate us; they bring us together.

Holiday photos:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/abrownell/collections/72157603731906147/

Monday, January 07, 2008

Bank ... a peek at the way things work

Yesterday, I received something in mail saying that I have to go to the bank to prove that I am not a permanent resident of Spain (probably for tax-paying reasons). The letter said that my current status expires Feb 29, 2008.

So, I went in today - Jan 7. The man at the bank asked me why I came so early, the deadline wasn't until the end of February. He tried to update the information in the computer but it wasn't working. He suggested that I come in Feb 28. No pasa nada.

Sunday, December 23, 2007

Johanna "Oma" Brownell

Johanna "Oma" Brownell died.
(Ann's mom)

4 Nov 1925 - 20 Dec 2007
Many years, many places, many people ... and many, many stories.

Johanna Catharina Baars was born to Johannes and Jasperina (Schrader) Baars in Arnhem, Holland (Netherlands). Johanna was known as Annie by her 11 brothers and sisters, Tante Annie by her nephews and nieces, Moeke and Mom by her 9 children, and Oma by her grandchildren and other loved ones - but never as she. Oma didn't like to be discussed in 3rd person. (I tried to avoid using "she" here - but sorry, Oma it just doesn't sound right.)

As a child, Oma loved to swim and dive. She swam the Rhine River and was a competitive diver. When Oma was a teenager, World War II began. Her childhood home was down the street from the bridge in The Bridge Too Far (1974, Cornelius Ryan). Oma saw death and destruction in her hometown. Her brothers were sent to prison camps. Her family was forced from their home and they had to walk miles for shelter, taking only what they could carry (including small children). Some of Oma's childhood friends disappeared and Oma never saw them again.

Oma also saw love and compassion. Her family shared their food rations with other families. They made friends. They took care of each other. Miraculously, Oma's entire family survived the war. Oma spoke very fondly of all her brothers and sisters - using their nicknames and rarely using their birth names. As an adult, I realized that I only knew them by their nicknames. I had to call my uncle Joop to find out what the birth names were (in parentheses): Jahn (Johannes Mattias), Jasper, Henk (Hendrikus), Janna, Cory (Cornelius), Joop (Johannes Jacobus), Rully (Roelof), Zusje (Jasperina), Meinje (Wilhelmina), and Seinje (Gasiena).

After the war, Oma studied bookkeeping, language, and gourmet cooking. Oma married John F. Heuvelmans - who Oma insisted had the most majestic opera voice she had ever heard. They lived in Tilburg and had 5 daughters: Marion McLaughlin, Franca Bukowsky, Miriam Mowery, Monique Whitcomb, and Margaret Cleveland. In 1958, they moved from Holland to the United States on the Marshall Plan. They moved to the "Land of Opportunity" to get jobs and to provide for their small children. They worked hard, mastered English, and struggled.

Simply having 5 small children would be too much for me. Oma and John Heuvelmans had five small children, moved away from their families to a different country, learned a different language, and they had to take whatever jobs they could get to earn money. I am sure there were many moments when they wanted to give up. Oma would never have considered giving up. But, they struggled and Oma and John Heuvelmans were divorced.

Oma loved the United States though she would forever love and cherish Holland - her mother country. When Oma learned that she would have to give up her Dutch citizenship in order to become an American, she would not in a "million years." In Oma's mind and in all of her stories, Holland was anything and everything that was good.


Oma was remarried to Eugene B. Brownell and they had 3 sons and 1 daughter: John, Ann, Eugene, and Robert. They lived in a "swamp" in Black Creek and then on a "cliff" in Appleton (Oma's words). Finally, they moved to Neenah and lived in the Gilbert Home on Forest Avenue for over 25 years. My dad, Eugene B. Brownell, died in 1998.

Oma moved to Evanston, Illinois - first with us and then into the house next door. Oma helped us with the kids, with our laundry, with our meals. Oma loved to cook. She fed us, our friends, our neighbors, and she fed strangers who knocked at her door. Oma became well-known for her story-telling, her carrot cakes, her salads with fresh garlic, her pea soup, her matching knitted hats and scarves, and her exuberance. Oma exaggerated everything ... her expressions, her demonstrations, and her stories. She exaggerated - she said - "So they remember." We do, Oma. We'll never forget.

Oma moved back to Neenah, Wisconsin shortly before we came to Spain. On Wednesday, 20 Dec 2007, Oma died peacefully in her sleep.

Please keep Oma alive in your hearts and in your lives …
- Give cookies and root beer to children right before dinner.
- "Hide" candy in plain view for children to "find."
- Shop at 4 different grocery stores to save 2 cents a pound on grapes and 12 cents on a 5 lb bag of coffee.
- Talk to everyone you see at the grocery store and make comments about their purchases.
- Look at your receipts very, very carefully when you get home. Then go back to the store the next day to return items for which the price on the receipt does not match the advertised sale price. Sheesh!
- Buy Easter candy in June at 75% off and then give it away for Halloween.

- Buy meat in bulk when it is on sale, break it down into smaller portions, and freeze it. In three months, throw it away.
- Listen to Heintje over and over and over. Sing with him. Tell everyone how Heintje professed his love to his mother in his songs.
- Never tell a joke the same way twice. (José, can you see?)
- Exaggerate your stories and expressions to "get the point across." Sheesh!
- Make carrot cake with carrots, flour, and anything else you can find in the refrigerator and cupboards.

- Always cook ten times more food than you need.
- Spend 2 hours cutting all the fat off a slab of meat that you are cooking for dinner one day. The next day, stop and pick up some original Kentucky Fried Chicken. Sheesh!
- Make liver pâté with bacon ... and make it so absolutely delectable that vegetarians come from miles away to eat it.
- Boil pork chops in 2 cups of butter for several hours. The pork chops will melt in your mouth.
- If your cupboards are so full that you cannot find what you are looking for, buy more.
- Wash the kitchen towel after using it once.
- Use 1/2 of a bottle of fabric softener when doing the wash. You will not be able to dry off with a towel after a shower and your clothes will repel rain. Sheesh, but everything smells good and feels so soft.

- Iron everything - even underwear.
- When you fold pants - line up the seams. (Apparently, pants that are not purchased at Target are made such that the seams line up.)
- Attribute the invention of everything to Holland or at least to a person of Dutch descent.
- Read the newspaper - every day, every word.
- When driving, do not lean back and relax. Lean forward. If you see another car, slam on the brakes, gasp loudly, and secure your front-seat passenger with your forearm.
- Tell your troubles to your dog. Dogs never betray your trust.
- Buy gourmet birdseed mix. Ask someone to help you fill the bird feeder every other day. Watch the birds and squirrels through the windows. They, like people, have unique personalities and mannerisms.
- Never ever say NO - not even to strangers who knock at your door at 11 pm asking for $ to fix their car or to buy diapers.
- Quickly and easily forget all of your children's and grandchildren's transgressions and exaggerate all of their minor successes. If there are no recent successes, recycle stories of past successes or near-successes.
- Give $100 to Salvation Army every Christmas and generous gifts to the people who deliver the mail and the newspaper.


More pictures of Oma (and more to come from my sibs):

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Castellón ... atypical tourists

In school, the kids are learning ...
  • Spain has 17 autonomous regions (kind of like states in the US)
  • Each region is made up of one or more provinces ... there are 50 provinces
  • The Community of Valencia includes three provinces: Valencia, Alicante, and Castellón.
We live in the city of Valencia (which is the capital of the Comunidad de Valencia region). The kids had a 4 day weekend last weekend, so we thought we would take one of those days to travel to another province of Valencia. We went to Castellón ... about an hour north.

We had a whole list of places to see and things to do. Somehow, the day turned into one of our typical traveling days ... which is probably nothing like the typical tourist day.

The kids jumped rope and we watched bocce ball at Ribalta Park.

We prayed for victims of violence.

We "adopted" a Spanish grandfather ... Vicente Hernandez.

We went to Saint Nicholas to join in their Saint Nicholas Day festivities. (Either we got the information wrong or we were the only people who showed up.)


We oggled and smelled the fish at the central market and then ate strawberries.


We took a "shortcut" that got us to nowhere.

We watched construction.


We walked along the country road ... saw a herd of sheep, guard geese (that squawked loudly as we passed), and a poinsettia TREE!!

We watched the sunset.

They also have cool museums, art exhibits, theatre, festivals, etc. Maybe we'll see those someday.

More photos of Castellón ...
http://www.flickr.com/photos/abrownell/sets/72157603444285310/

Monday, December 10, 2007

One of my dad's favorite poems ...

Sound of Water
by Mary O'Neil

The sound of water is:
Rain,
Lap,
Fold,
Slap,
Gurgle,
Splash,
Churn,
Crash,
Murmur,
Pour,
Ripple,
Roar,
Plunge,
Drip,
Spout,
Skip,
Sprinkle,
Flow,
Ice,
Snow.

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Our Friend, Sara

I met Sara online and corresponded by email.

When Amy and I came to Valencia to look for homes in March, I emailed Sara and suggested that we meet each other. Sara agreed and said she would walk over and meet me in front of the Purple Nest Youth Hostel (where Amy and I were staying).

Based on all the horror stories I've heard about "meeting" people online who pretend they are someone else, I was half-expecting to meet a dirty old man looking for entertainment. Before leaving, I asked the girl at the front desk to call the police if I was kidnapped. She was cool. She knew that I was from Chicago - so like most people, she probably figured that I had experience with kidnapping, gangs, guns, corruption, violence, etc. Word to yo motha.

No dirty old man. No guns. No drugs. Just sweaters. Sara brought a bag of sweaters for Amy and I because it was colder than normal that week. The girl at the front desk was probably a little disappointed. Amy and I were really touched.

Sara grew up in Valencia. She married a guy from Chicago, lived there for several years, and had two children. Last year, they moved back to Valencia.

Given her own cross-cultural moves, Sara wasn't overwhelmed by our plans to move to Valencia. Sara isn't overwhelmed by much.

Sara reminds me of my sister, Margaret except Sara is much much younger (hee hee - that was for you, Margaret). Like Margaret, Sara tells you what she thinks ... even when you don't ask. I love that. Also like Margaret, Sara is a great host but makes it seem really easy.

Sara invited Amy and I over for dinner. While we were chatting with Sara and Beatrice (Sara's neice), they whipped up a multi-course meal with everything Spanish. No problem. That was the first of many.

Sara has had all of us over several times. Sara and her parents hosted all of us for a day at their summer home outside Valencia. They made paella for 20 people over a fire! Paella ("pie ay ya") is a Valencian rice dish. Just in case the kids didn't like the paella, they also made hamburgers. We all loved the paella.

A couple of weeks ago, Sara invited us for homemade hot chocolate (Spanish style which you can eat with a spoon). Then her parents had us over to their house to celebrate Sam's birthday (Sara's 16 y.o. nephew). We joined in their family tradition of giving everyone a turn to blow out the candles.

We were so cruel to Sam. He does not understand any English. While we were talking with Beatrice (his sister) about *whatever,* we (okay, I) would sprinkle in Sam's name ... so he would think that we were talking about him. Then Yana and Kerline would burst out laughing because saying Sam's name was so out of context and we could see that Sam was struggling to figure out what we were talking about.

Then, we (okay, I) told Sam that, in the United States, the birthday person must give everyone a kiss in order to have a year of good-luck ... and if he does not, he will have a year of bad luck. By the time Sam made it all the way around the room kissing everyone, I did not have the heart to tell him that I was joking.

We had such a great time. Sara and her little family (by comparison) opened their hearts and arms up wide and invited our big-huge family into their lives. Wow. Tears come to my eyes when I think about how lucky we are to have met Sara and her family.

Tears come to my eyes too because ... last week, Sara's father passed away.

I started writing this blog in July, continued in October, and I'm finishing it now (November). It started as a dedication to Sara. Now it is dedicated to Sara, her mother, Pilar, and her father, Vicente.

Thank you, God, for bringing all of us together. Thank you, God, for Sara and her mother, Pilar. Thank you, God, for Sara's father


Vicente Verdeguer Tamarit
- who now is with You.

Monday, November 12, 2007

Bye, Buddy!

Buddy
May 3, 1996 - Nov 12, 2007

Buddy died this morning - unexpected but peacefully in his sleep. He was staying with Matthew's parents in Wisconsin while his sheep (the kids) went to Spain.

We are so very sad. He has been our shepherd ever since the only sheep we had for him to watch over was Yana.

Buddy is the little b in our YAMMbfEB.

Slideshow of Buddy pictures ... http://www.flickr.com/photos/abrownell/sets/72157603148377813/show/

If the slideshow doesn't work for you, you can browse the pictures ...
http://www.flickr.com/photos/abrownell/sets/72157603148377813/

Friday, November 09, 2007

Bread ... Pan (pronounced 'pon')
by Maria Engel

We have two bakeries downstairs from our apartment in Valencia, Spain. One bakery just sells bread and it is really small. The other bakery sells bread, sandwiches, drinks, and yummy pastries. I (Maria) like the one that sells pastries the best.

We buy bread every day. I usually offer to go (and look at the other daily goodies while I'm there). I get three or four bars of bread (occasionally more). Each bar costs 70 centimos (about 1 US dollar). A bar of bread looks like french bread.

I ask "Tres barras de pan, por favor?" (That means "Three bars of bread, please.") They keep the bars of bread on shelves and in baskets - not in individual bags. The person at the bakery just grabs the bread with her hands and sticks it into a big bag. This is a picture of me with one of my favorite workers at the bakery.

We use the bread for comida (our big lunch in the afternoon), for snacks, and sometimes for bacadillos (like sub sandwiches). Sometimes we buy regular bread at the grocery story - but that's boring.

Saturday, November 03, 2007

Happy Halloween ... NOT

When in Spain ... do as the Spaniards do (or don't). We try, in our own imperfect way, to follow that adage.

In Spain, they don't really "do" Halloween. A few people try. Our kids wanted to support the effort and push the tradition (especially the part of stuffing their face with candy).

We had one group of trick-or-treaters. Thanks to Amy's parents and our upstairs American neighbor, we had a few treats for them. It is probably all they received.

Yana, known as the American Girl at her school, was asked to help a few classrooms carve pumpkins. She brought about 50 knives to school. I guess there are no restrictions about bringing knives to school. At the end of the day, she brought home 50 lbs of pumpkin seeds (and guts). On Monday, she'll bring back the roasted pumpkin seeds.

All Saint's Day (November 1) is a national holiday in Spain. This year, All Saint's Day was on a Thursday so there was a "puente" (poo en tay) - a bridge holiday from Thursday to Monday. Schools, businesses, and grocery stores were closed on Thursday and Friday. We typically have to go shopping every day (for eleven). So, by Friday night, all we had left was candy. The kids were very happy.