|A picture of the river next to the |
university after a day of classes
On Wednesday, I went to the Museo de Bellas Artes, a fine arts museum located in the heart of Bilbao. The museum does not charge admission on Wednesdays, so I toured the museum for free. The museum made up for all of the disappointment I felt after going through the Guggenheim. There were beautiful paintings of all different styles throughout the entire museum. Like the Guggenheim, there were a couple of pieces that really made me question how the artists ever gained any respect or even received the privilege of being called an artist. If the whole being a Spanish teacher thing doesn't work out maybe I'll just take a square shaped black sheet made of silk and hang it on the wall and call it art too. This piece already existed in the museum so I might have to do it in a different color just to be original. The amazing part about the silk sheet art piece is that the ends were fringed and not in what I would deem to be an artsy way either.
|El Museo de Bellas Artes|
Spain is changing me and not for the better in terms of my bank account. In the U.S., I absolutely positively do not like shopping. Shopping is something that I know I need to and should do but will not do until my loving mother tells me that I have to. I also normally shop only with my mom. Spain has transformed me into someone else. I find myself shopping several times each week here. Needless to say, my wardrobe might look a little different when I return to the U.S.
To counteract all of the clothes shopping I have done I went on a little airfare shopping spree last Thursday and Friday. Unfortunately, this does not translate into me saving money. At least I will be seeing parts of the world that I might never have the opportunity to return to again. Plus, I'm young. Aren't I supposed to be doing things like this?
|A bridge that I saw on my walk in Bilbao|
I'm still getting used to some aspects of the culture here. Staring is done quite frequently and for rather long amounts of time. Even when you catch people staring at you, they do not seem to feel any need to stop. They might even start whistling at you.
Until next time... ¡Adios!