Thursday, March 27, 2014

Working hard with different norms

A topic that I’m writing about is something that I have been paying attention to for a couple of months now and it still provides me with new surprises almost every time. Usually I don’t like posting comments like “I went to the gym, yei!” but this is a one-time exception. That is to say, I’m now going to share with you the weird things I’ve seen and experienced at the local gym here in Vigo. There are quite a few of them… If there is anyone who can enlighten me with providing the explanations at least for some of these, I’m more than happy to hear them.

Okay, so I go to a local really well equipped gym which is a part of a national chain. The gym facilities themselves are basically the same as in many of the Finnish gyms including a couple of rooms for the classes, gym and a functional training area. The only difference to Finnish gym facilities is that the showers in the locker rooms are sort of private being like the individual toilet closets. Though, I’d guess we Finns are the odd exception in this not having them.

Let’s start with a thing that I am really positively surprised about. Namely, the arms race of brand clothing we have in Finland hasn’t brainwashed the Spaniards yet. People here don’t care if they have mum’s old t-shirt or if their shoes are so last season, they can still work out. Actually, I think that the most usual outfit at the gym is an old t-shirt with H&M leggings whereas in Finland it is almost shameful not to wear Nike’s clothes. In Finland it often looks like people are too busy to train because the mirror takes all their attention so maybe we should calm down a bit. Obviously, I sometimes feel like I am really being stared at here, not only because I’m the only blonde among the brunettes, but also since I’m the only one wearing a heart rate monitor and special spinning shoes. To make an excuse, they help me to train harder!

Well, Spanish people don’t care about fancy clothing when they train but there are some other necessities they apparently need for working out. Most commonly the Spaniard trainers are accompanied with a phone. This is understandable if you are listening to music to get some motivation but guys, what for do you need a phone in a spinning class when the classroom speakers are as loud as possible and you are supposed to ride the bike instead of Whatsapping? Well, I just realized that I should have carried my phone with me too because now this post will be without pictures, what a shame... It is also normal to see somebody talking to the phone simultaneously with looking like they are training their abs in the machine. What is maybe even stranger, this week I saw a girl at the gym wearing metallic bracelets and I just couldn’t figure out what’s their role in improving the performance. Maybe I’ll try them out next time.

What comes to the training itself, there are quite many differences even though the classes are the same as in Finland. For example, when I go to the spinning class or body pump, instead of entering the class when I’m ready, I need to wait outside for the instructor to let me in. As you might guess based on what I’ve told about the time conception here, this barely ever happens early enough. Only after getting to the exercise room, people are able to start adjusting their seats or getting their equipment for body pump and, of course, without hurrying. In Finland we usually have a couple of minutes extra time to chat after all of this is done because we arrived to the class early to be ready on time. Both of the ways seem to work just fine but this means that here we, more often than not, start and finish quite late which makes participating to the morning classes a bit risky if you want to get on time to school as well. However, the instructors here seem to be more aware of right positions and different options than in Finland if I've understood correctly the nice field specific terminology in Spanish.

There is one more thing that I want to share because it really amazes me. There are these vending machines from which you can buy drinks and snacks at the gyms. In Finland they usually contain water, recovery drinks, bananas and that sort of stuff. Here they are mainly filled with candy, chips and sodas which I just cannot understand. Of course, you can find also water and maybe a protein bar from these but mostly the snacks and drinks available are junk food. I have also witnessed one of the instructors drinking coke during a spinning class. I don’t know if this has something to do with the fact that they don’t have too many food supplement shops or retailers here – it’s impossible to find something like Gainomax in any store – but I could easily imagine that a sport’s instructor would be kicked out in Finland if s/he was drinking coke while having a spinning class.

However, even though many of these different ways of handling things don’t make any sense to me, they seem to work because Spaniards seem to be basically in the same if not even better shape as the Finns. Apparently the fitness epidemic hasn’t spread yet here because it is rare to see a girl to lift weights here but still the Spanish girls are rather slim and sporty looking. The free weight section is always crowded with the Spanish guys but luckily none of them looks like a bodybuilder – maybe thanks to the lacking food supplements. Moreover, the Spaniards seem to have a real motivation for training – it is possible to see the same face at two spinning classes in a row five days a week – whereas some of the Finns (often including me too) need nice clothing and a heart rate monitor to have enough motivation to exercise regularly. Maybe this is due to the longer bikini season, maybe something else but anyway, the teaching of today is that work hard, play hard no matter where you are. ;) ...and, moreover, mum's old t-shirt is not an excuse not to work out!

Thursday, March 20, 2014

The sweet taste of travelling

This blog post is purely about travelling because that is the only thing I can think about right now. I went to Santiago de Compostela in Spain and Porto in Portugal last week with my parents when they came to see how I am doing here. After coming back to Vigo I've only been planning the next travels...

First of all, Santiago de Compostela is a small city here in Galicia with less than 100 000 people. Regardless of its smallness, there is a university in the city and also many exchange students choose Santiago as their destination. It takes more or less one and half hours in a bus to get there from Vigo so this capital of Galicia is not too far away from my home. The old town of Santiago is one of the UNESCO’s world heritage sites but the city is even more famous of being the destination of Camino de Santiago, a walk of more than 700 kilometers. According to Lonely Planet, an average of 150 000 pilgrims and thousands of other visitors make this 5-week journey, marked with scallop shells, each year. So if you have five weeks of extra time, the Camino de Santiago might be something you would like to consider because at least each person who has walked through the route and I have talked with afterwards have praised the experience. If five weeks is an easy excuse for you not to try it out, don’t worry, there is also a possibility to walk only the last 100 kilometers which takes approximately one week. Usually after visiting a new place people get things out of their bucket list but after visiting Santiago I just added one to mine.

Cathedral of Santiago de Compostela


After visiting Santiago and having an awful experience in a car rental place called Goldcar (never ever try it!), we finally got going two hours delayed towards Porto on Friday morning. Luckily Porto proved to be an absolutely lovely city and hence we could forget the car rental mess even though everything didn’t go according to plans in Porto either, but that’s the essence of travelling, I guess. The weekend included shopping in Primark, sightseeing tours in a Yellow Bus, wine tasting, delicious (and also not so delicious) food and a cruise on the river. Also a lot of laughter and incredible memories. I let the pictures speak for themselves and just say that go to Porto and experience the lively city with its beautiful houses and view from the river. To get the best out of it, I really warmly recommend you to learn at least a couple of words of Portuguese before you go.   








Now that I got back the taste of travelling it is a bit difficult to stop. I want to go back. I also want to discover every corner of the world that is still unknown to me. Once again I’ve realized that travelling is the best time of our lives and teaches us a lot even though you don’t always recognize it when trying to sleep at an airport or getting food you absolutely didn’t want but it’s still better to eat what you got than to take another shot with the menu written in an undefined language. Somehow it is a lot easier to take the attitude “when life serves you lemons, ask for salt and tequila” while travelling than during everyday life. Therefore, to learn some more patience and dealing with the negative with humor, I have booked a couple of more travels within Spain. The downside is that I just realized that I only have three or four more weekends in Vigo before moving away towards new adventures… The last times come always sooner than expected but this time I’ll try to remember to get the best out of them and pay attention to every second I have left here. I hope you'll do the same wherever you are and remember that the new things are often worth trying already today.

Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Celebrating (and) cultural differences

It’s been a while since my last blog post but somehow I have been able to convince myself that I am actually being busy even though I only have two courses to complete at the university! Well, let’s make this long break up with not only wrapping up what I’ve been up to but more importantly pointing out some cultural differences that I have paid attention to during past month especially while travelling and partying along with studies.

Let’s start with the famous Spanish conception of time. I guess most of you know that being punctual is not something really Spanish and also that people here eat lunch around 2-3pm and dinner around 9pm or maybe even later. Because I am a Finn, my hunger is really punctual and therefore I usually need to eat something between these two main meals and maybe also something little between breakfast and lunch. However, this is not the biggest source of problems caused by the time conception differences. Namely, the biggest difference in relation to timings and also one of the biggest reasons for me “being busy” is the fact that everything here starts really late and thus also ends late. The classes neither at school nor at gym never start on time but the best example of this are the parties. When we want to party, there is no point in going to a bar before 2am because there is nothing going on there earlier. However, after the first bar closes around 5am, you move on to the next one and next one and next one… It is not rare to visit to 3-4 bars during a night – or maybe more correctly during a morning – and then come back home some time after 8am. This leads to the fact that sleeping the whole next day is sort of necessary and if you are lucky enough, you’ll wake up right on time for the next party. What a great timing! With this kind of sleep pattern, unfortunately, the weekends pass by quite quickly without me having a chance to do something productive like writing a blog.

Xinzo de Limia
Xinzo de Limia and streets crowded with people in costumes
In addition to the normal student parties, we and the rest of the Spain have been celebrating the annual carnival before the Lent (40 days without meat and alcohol before the Easter) during the past week. During the carnival everyone – no matter if it is a toddler or an old lady – goes out to the streets wearing a funny costume and dancing to the music that comes out of various speakers playing different songs. By the way, wearing a police costume is nowadays illegal here. Moreover, at least in Xinzo de Limia which is a town close to Vigo, there are some weird traditions like the organizers throwing ants and flour to the public and hitting them with sticks because the organizers are representing the people who used to collect taxes apparently quite violently. The whole carnival couldn't differ more radically from the typical national celebrations in Finland when we listen to a couple of speeches freezing on the street or watching people shaking hands on TV for hours… If we are lucky, we might get fireworks which I unfortunately didn’t see here in Spain. The thing that impressed me the most was the ability of Spanish people to throw themselves into the party mood and take the role their costume represents. I wonder how many Finnish families would go out to celebrate together each family member having a costume of a Smurf or someone from the Flintstones.

The Flintstones family
Ice age in the "opening" parade
Aladdin in the "opening" parade
The traditional representations of the tax collectors
Whole Vigo watcing the parade
Even more interesting is that the carnival in many parts of Spain and also here in Vigo ends with people showing their grief of the celebration ending. On last Wednesday we had this “entierro de la sardina” (funeral of the sardine), the special event for this mourning period, to end the carnival. This really "sorrowful" event was basically a massive parade going through the city center in Vigo. People were still in their costumes but this time dressed like to a funeral and crying in the parade. Since I had heard already before that it is a celebration “full of sorrow”, I was rather surprised to see that after the parade there were people drinking and dancing cheerfully again on the street. And the music was anything but what you could imagine as a traditional carnival or funeral music – Pitbull and other club music. Due to the bad weather of the carnival opening weekend, we had the main carnival opening parade this Sunday ironically right when the carnival week was ending but it didn’t seem to bother the celebrators. There were amazing dances and groups with identical costumes having fun and showing what they had been practicing probably for months. The whole carnival was absolutely spectacular and definitely something that I recommend to experience if you happen to be in Spain during this time of the year. Hopefully the pictures give at least some sort of idea what we've been experiencing even though the quality of them is not too good!

Entierro de la sardina
The sardine which is also a political statement concerning the recently changed abortion law in Spain
People dressed in black for the funeral
P.S. As you can see from the pictures, it is not raining anymore! The summer has arrived finally to Vigo!