Saturday, 19 February 2011

Trapped between Chauvinism and Feminism... and the dirty dishes.

This morning, as is the role of an English conversation tutor in Spain, I spent an hour chatting over coffee to a lovely Spanish lady and earned more money per hour than I could have believed possible for doing what I love most. However, today’s lesson left quite an impression on me. This mother of two small girls works a full time job 7.30 – 15.00 in an office of 40 employees in which she is the only woman. She then comes home to pick up her children from school and set about running her own resale business which she set up after getting married, and for which she sometimes works till 1am packing the goods to be posted to her clients. Add to this the fact that her husband, who, to his credit, holds down a full time job, does not involve himself in the feminine household activities: cleaning, cooking, washing... As the man of the house he reserves his energy for fixing anything that breaks, changing light bulbs, etc.

The idea of feminism was surely emancipation for women, yet the reality is sometimes not so clear. In a conference at the EU in Brussels last year, a survey informed us that the life-expectancy of women – traditionally far higher than that of a man – has been falling in recent years as the strain of working full time alongside giving birth, breast-feeding and bringing up children starts to take its toll on women’s health.

Amazingly, my time spent working with the European Union actually swayed me further away from feminism! I attended various lectures on the importance for children of having parents who invest in them, not to mention a Swedish study showing that the majority of working mothers end up with jobs in childcare anyway! It seems sad that the value of being a mother, or investing in family, has diminished so much. Perhaps staying at home and looking after young children full time is not everyone’s cup of tea, or always financially viable, but the benefit children receive is undeniable. Speaking of cups of tea, perhaps there are advantages to spending one's days taking children to the park or meeting up with other mums in coffee shops...Ha.

But of course, as equal opportunities open up for women in the workplace, it seems only fair that men are equally given the opportunity to participate in housework. Women of the 21st Century have moved on, but in many households they are waiting for men to catch up.

One of the problems in Spain is that people live with their parents until well into their 30s, as was the case with my student’s husband, whose mother still sorted his dirty washing until he married. Today’s University system in Britain does more than just educate women. It provides men with a vast practical education on the necessities of housework and cleanliness, which is hard to achieve while still under the mother’s wing at home. This is one of the main benefits of finding a man with a degree. My boyfriend is already becoming a very good cook. The fact that his mum still irons his boxers when he visits home is a minor detail which I am afraid he will have to learn to live without if we reach that stage in the relationship. ;-)

Wednesday, 9 February 2011

Chorizo, cheap wine, and dinner at 2am: adapting to the Spanish culture!

During my first week in Spain, I thought I had bought myself a carton of grape juice from the supermarket, got home and poured myself a glass... it turned out that wine is very cheap in Spain! Just one of the many mishaps that come from being in a foreign culture. I’ll never forget the time, several years ago, when we heard my Dad coughing and spluttering in the hotel bathroom in China. We rushed in to find that the 4 litre bottle of “water” we had bought in the supermarket, upon closer examination (he had got a bit thirsty), turned out to be neat alcohol! So I guess I could have done worse than buy cheap wine...

By virtue of its being a European country, there is a lot about Spain that is similar to the UK... minus the scarcity of curry houses perhaps. The main difference is the change in timetable, especially mealtimes. I’ve arrived home several times between 12 and 2am to find my housemate cooking his dinner. The thought of eating a huge meal at that time of night before hitting the sack makes my stomach crawl, but of course I’m in Spain, and my meals at 6 o’clock are pretty much considered as late lunches! Letting go of habits, particularly when they involve food, is not something I find easy. Having said that, listening to my English student explaining her typical 5 mealtimes a day – “What’s the word in English for ‘almuerzo’, first lunch?” – I started to think maybe the Spanish are onto something.

A visit to the butcher’s in Spain is not for the faint hearted. Standing there last week, trying to avoid looking at the skinned rabbit stretched out in front of me, eyes and all, I ended up watching the butcher hack out all the guts of a skinned sheep which was hanging on the wall by its back legs, as the lady in front of me had asked for giblets. The experience would have been enough to turn me vegetarian if it wasn’t that Spanish chorizo (sausages) are so amazing...

To divert slightly from the theme of food (!!) the other thing that has amazed me about daily life here is finding the streets deserted by 2pm, despite the sunshine, and everything shut. Shops, banks, bakeries ...etc. Madrid reawakens at about 5pm, and by 8, 9, 10pm the streets are buzzing with life and fun and laughter, with people of all ages milling around the shops and restaurants, meeting friends and generally having a good time.

Speaking of cultural differences, I was horrified to hear my friend saying that she thought the British tradition of having carpets in their houses was disgusting and unhygienic. How could anyone not appreciate the comfort and homeliness of being able to walk around your house with bare feet sinking into the carpet? But of course, if you live in a foreign culture, all the differences to your own habits seem like mistakes!

Still, that is the fun of living abroad. It forces you to analyse things which you assumed were just an inherent part of life. I’m also bemused by the fact it has been down to 0 degrees here in January... yet I am still developing a tan and my freckles are coming out!

Thursday, 27 January 2011

The Train in Spain runs Mainly about 3 minutes late..

Madrid is a great place to live: fun, vibrant and buzzing, with lots to see and do as there always is in capital cities. I am having a great time and really enjoying my internship here.

Catching the train to work in the morning in Madrid is quite practical. Basically, if you are running a few minutes late, well so is your train, so you are almost guaranteed never to miss it. This suits me down to the ground since punctuality isn't always my strong point - certainly it isn't an area of Spanish culture that I struggle to "adapt" to!

If I were to make any suggestions of improving the train service, specifically on January mornings when it is -2 degrees outside and inside (yes, sadly it does drop that low, even in Spain), I would ask that they consider investing in some sort of central heating on the train, for the sake of the hundreds of icicles shivering their weary way to work at dawn (sunrise is at 8am). 

But perhaps they are just trying to conserve energy and be more environmentally friendly!

Anyway, judging by this picture, we have a lot to be grateful for with European transport (having said that, they all seem to be having a lot of fun):


Sunday, 16 January 2011

Graffiti: creative crime

Whilst searching for a place to live in Madrid (which, admittedly, in my price range involves small backstreets and the lesser known corners on the map) it is amazing how much influence graffiti has on my impression of a place. Not only does it make the area look dingy, it also seems to reflect something of its character: unruly youths, lack of security, unwillingness of the authorities to invest in clearing it up.

Despite this, my attitude to graffiti changed a lot last summer after visiting an exhibition on it in Paris. The exhibition showed work of graffiti artists in America on the sides of trains – whole carriages transformed during the night into a great tableau of protest. They work rapidly in the dark, using spray cans from about ½ metre away from the train, yet somehow manage to get the entire picture in correct perspective. Actually very impressive.

In the UK Banksy has recently brought graffiti into fashion with his comic images sprayed around Britain’s streets. Of course, his work is still illegal, so despite its popularity with the public, this world famous artist is supposedly still on the run from the police!

Modern art is about making a statement about society or culture, often in protest, which is surely the very essence of graffiti: a protest against authority. In most cases, the “statement” sprayed onto walls and alleys consists of no more than the name of the artist, but it is an attempt none the less of self-expression.

So when we see children in school sketching their names in graffiti style on scraps of paper, are we seeing emerging future criminals or aspiring artists?


After all, Vincent van Gogh wasn’t appreciated in his era...    (Jokes!)



Friday, 14 January 2011

The vicious circle of moving abroad!


When you move to a new country:


1.You need to find accommodation...

2. in order to get an identity number...

3. which you need to get a bank account...

4. which you need in order to get a job...

5. which you need if you want to be able to afford accommodation.


Currently I'm still working on step number 1.

Saturday, 8 January 2011

When hopes and dreams come crashing down.



When I was applying for a job recently, my dad’s advice to me was “If they don’t accept your application, phone them up and tell them that if they give you an interview they are guaranteed to want to employ you.” What an amazing boost to have someone put such – if I may say so - blind confidence in you! A strong support allows us to reach far higher than we otherwise could.

Yet perhaps the most important time to have that encouragement is when faced with failure. It is easy to win supporters when all goes well, but when plans come crashing down that is when we lean most heavily on those we are closest to. When I lose confidence in my own abilities, I need someone else, like my dad, to inspire me to keep on going.

“A word of encouragement during a failure is worth more than an hour of praise after success”

This video is old but it really inspired me. Derek Redman was in top condition in the 1992 Olympics, and likely to win a medal. He only had one chance to prove himself. When he pulled his hamstring, it must have been heartbreaking.

I think this clip is an amazing picture of a father’s unfaltering support of a son. Without a doubt, Derek Redman’s father must have been as devastated as his son, but he knew that at that moment his son needed above all to know that he hadn’t lost his father’s trust. I hope this teaches me to be more of an encourager. Not empty flattery. But genuine, heartfelt trust and affirmation. It could be the difference between someone finishing the race or not.