Anywhooziemagoozie. Most of us at school have internships this semester. I help teach English at a nearby Catholic school, and maybe someday I'll blog about that. Claudia's internship, however, is in a town called Godella, which was founded in 1238 by James I of Aragón. Her description of the place--Spanish countryside with palm trees, onions growing in small patches, and trees bearing the juiciest of oranges--left me craving for it during the past week. So today, we met up to buy some picnic-y foods at Mercadona, then took the metro to Godella (The metro system in Valencia is quite impressive). The entire experience had a very Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm-vibe to it. We had a leisurely lunch of bocadillos that our madres packed us (I plucked an onion and added its fleshy goodness to mine), strawberries with cream, other fruit, and mosto. There were many [friendly] bees, and we even saw a big snail that would probably be considered obese among its peers. After our lunch, we took a stroll and decided to take many pictures.
I've never taken so many pictures as I have during this semester. Usually it's quite fun, but sometimes it's nice to just leave the camera behind and see things as they really are. For a lens may pave the way to a clear visual replication of an event, thing, or scene, but I don't think it could ever compete with the eye. If what I see is especially beautiful, sometimes I deliberately don't take a picture to remember it because I know that a camera's (at least my camera paired with my current novice ability to maneuver it) attempt to record the beauty could not compare, and would only dim, the memory of what I saw.
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