Magazine - summer 03 - St. John's College
Magazine - summer 03 - St. John's College
Magazine - summer 03 - St. John's College
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{Johnnies Abroad} 17<br />
bellows invitations to sample fruits that are so delicious<br />
she can’t believe it herself. Driving her calls louder are<br />
the building traffic and the accordion player’s rendition<br />
of “Besame Mucho.” Each morning this city melody mingles<br />
with the metallic, salty aromas from the seafood<br />
stalls to awaken me to another day in Madrid.<br />
In obedience to the Spanish morning ritual, I mix a<br />
strong espresso off the stove with hot milk and sugar. A<br />
staple of café life and social invitations, the café con leche<br />
has become an indispensable part of my mornings. Without<br />
it, I can’t imagine how I would brace myself for a day<br />
composed of exhausting attempts at communication. The<br />
robust, bittersweet brew seems perfectly fitted to the air<br />
of the people who lay their claim to it. If I am to have any<br />
prayer of matching their inexhaustible gift for gab, my<br />
first cup will not be the last.<br />
Properly caffeinated, I can embark upon the day. While<br />
it is easy to get lost in the graceful architecture of curling<br />
garlands and wrought-iron balconies overhead, it must be<br />
cautioned against. The Spanish pedestrian is considerably<br />
more focused on a conversation or a shoe in a storefront<br />
window than on the other people on the sidewalk.<br />
As a result, a certain nimbleness is required on the part of<br />
those who don’t want to be the victims of collisions and<br />
scowling faces. Perhaps the most abundant and treacherous<br />
obstacle is the ceaseless flow of little old ladies<br />
pulling their grocery carts. Prone to sudden stops and<br />
nonlinear trajectories, they served as my first introduction<br />
to the importance of staying alert. To tangle with one<br />
of these seemingly harmless teetering forms can mean<br />
bending under the force of one of the sharpest and quickest<br />
tongues in the country.<br />
In Spain everyone is beautiful. At the neighborhood<br />
market, undiscriminating greetings from the men behind<br />
the rows of hanging hams and pyramids of vegetables<br />
are bestowed upon their patrons in praise of their beauty.<br />
“Hello, beautiful,” is reciprocated with, “How’s it going,<br />
handsome?” And perhaps this familiarity is part of<br />
the shadowed Spanish tradition. For in the new supermarkets,<br />
frequented more by the youth than the traditional<br />
markets, the reserved dryness typical of modern<br />
business has replaced the intimacy that is prevalent in<br />
neighborhood shops and cafés. But it is this intimacy that<br />
allows one to experience a sense of belonging in a culture<br />
that is built upon secrets and mysteries inaccessible to<br />
foreigners.<br />
Work takes a back seat in this country, where recovery<br />
from and preparations for the next social engagement are<br />
the priorities. Leisure and pleasure are held in the highest<br />
regard, and the evidence is apparent each afternoon.<br />
Between two and three o’clock, the shops lower their<br />
metal gates and they will not raise them again until the<br />
late afternoon, giving everyone an opportunity to eat and<br />
nap. I am actually somewhat suspicious if the lunch hour<br />
ever ends, or if it just blends into the evening. For when I<br />
return from teaching a few English classes, it seems as if<br />
nothing has changed. All public spaces remain occupied,<br />
from badly lit fluorescent cafeterias displaying wide<br />
arrays of mayonnaise-drenched salads on stainless-steel<br />
counters, to park benches, and elegant umbrella-topped<br />
tables attended by uniformed waiters.<br />
In the evening, groups of friends that have gathered for<br />
after-work cocktails spill out of the bars, restaurants, and<br />
cafés and occupy the table-lined avenues. As the streets<br />
buzz with chatter and activity, the sunlight that has<br />
blazed throughout the day is replaced by a bluish haze<br />
from the cigarette smoke in the air. And when dinners<br />
come to a close right before the morning hours, and those<br />
who will continue their visits have moved indoors, the<br />
city begins its resistant farewell to the day. Everyone’s<br />
cheeks are kissed, everyone’s backs are patted, and we<br />
return to our homes to gather the energy to make it to<br />
lunch tomorrow. x<br />
{ The <strong>College</strong> • <strong>St</strong>. John’s <strong>College</strong> • Fall 2004 }