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Friday, May 4, 2012

Back Home

Sunday we left Spain and headed back to Tampa.  "Uneventful" is how I'd term it, and that's exactly what one would hope for on such a long trip.  We left Madrid at eleven A.M., went through Dullus airport again and got home at nine P.M. local time.  A day after we got home, I got sick again with fever and chills ... I thought I had left that back in Spain!  Last night the fever broke and so I'm back here writing this blog.

One of my favorite quotes (that is usually attributed to Mark Twain) is:  "Never try to teach a pig to sing.  It wastes your time and annoys the pig".  Well this pig is rather annoyed.  I realized years ago that I don't have a great capacity for foreign languages, but I had hoped to speak Spanish better than I do after being in Madrid for almost four months.  I'm sure that a lot of it is my age ... the brain just doesn't assimilate new information as well the older one gets.  But I've been keenly interested in, and have studied the language off-and-on (mostly off) for thirty-five years, and still am not proficient at it.  I'm thinking about going back to continue studying, but for the time being, I have my hands quite full in Florida taking care of all the things that I've neglected for four months.

I do speak and understand Spanish much better than I did before I went.  And I now understand what I know and don't know in Spanish grammar.  But just as importantly I learned what the Spanish culture is about.  I'm not saying that the family's persepective of Spain was biased, b-u-t .... having lived there for a short while, I formulated my own impressions of the place.  I don't know if it's because I'm older and have had greater exposure to things outside of my village, or if it's that things in Spain have changed that much since the first time I saw it, but the single thing that struck me the most about Spain this time (and I assume by extension, Europe) is how homogeneous the world has become.  Sure, there are differences, but what impressed me more were the similarities between the U.S. and Spain, especially in the built environment.  I often looked at a streetscape (usually in the suburbs) and thought to myself that with very little exception, that it looked like an American scene.  And in talking with people there, their day-to-day lives and attitudes and manner of thinking seemed very much like our own.  Their medical care and facilities were almost identical, except that their doctors didn't seem overworked and too much in a hurry as our system has caused our doctors to be. 

I'm glad that I went to España, even if it was 30 years too late.  And at this moment I'm of the mind to go back and continue studying the language.  But as the saying goes:  "life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans" ...  We'll see.

Thursday, April 26, 2012

Sítges on Wednesday

Sea at end of street
Me with the Mediterranean Sea in the background
We waited and waited for a nice clear and warm day to go to the sea side resort town of Sítges, but on Wednesday, we had to finally just do it.  The day turned out to be overcast with some warm, sunny moments, but I was determined to wear shorts, so I did.  We took the noon train for the twenty minute ride along the rocky coast of the Mediterranean, hoping that leaving that late,


we would hit the maximum warmth of the day.  I've wanted to go to Sítges for years and the place was everything I expected.  It's a quaint town with narrow, cobblestone streets that slope down to the water, tourist shops, restaurants, and of course a beautiful beach.

Chris

The only Mediterranean beach I had ever seen was at the Southern end of Spain at Torremolinos, which was flat, had brown sand and green, murky water.  It frankly wasn't too attractive.  But the beaches in Catalonia have rocky out-croppings with stretches of white sandy beaches and blue sea.  It looked like the travel posters that you see of Mediterranean resort towns.  Chris and I had a great time and at the end of the day we headed back to Barcelona to come back to Madrid today.
The charming streets of Sítges

Today (Thursday) was the gorgeous, sunny day that we had been waiting all week for ... I guess you can't have everything!  We hopped on the AVE bullet train and zoom zoom, we were back in Madrid in two hours and forty-five minutes.  I'm going to miss those AVE trains ...


Txapela Euskal Taberna

I took a picture into the mirror behind the bar, reflecting back at Chris and me

Photos of Basque men wearing "txapelas" (Basque berets)
Now that I'm back in Madrid and can download photos from my camera to computer, here are a couple of pictures of the Basque bar that we went to on Sunday in Barcelona.  The bar had lots of murals of Basque scenes and photos of Basque men wearing txapelas (Basque berets), and of course, great Basque "pintxos" (tapas, more or less).  As I mentioned before, you would never see such an overt display of the Basque culture in Madrid ... I assume that ETA has just made the subject too touchy to "celebrate" the Basque culture here.  And given what ETA has done here, it's quite understandable.

Tuesday in Barcelona

1992 Olympic Plaza + communications tower
Chris later in a bar café
When Chris and I went down to the sea the other day, we thought that we were at the site of the 1992 Olympic village, and while the some sports were done there, the main campus and Olympic stadiums were built on Mont Juic in the center of town.  Barcelona has a natural high hill where the fine arts museum is located and where there has always been a park.  For the Olympics, the sports arenas were built there as well as a really cool communications tower which became a sculpture landmark.  It needs a good coat of paint, but is yet another example of Spain's great sense of modernist design.  Tuesday, we went there and took it all in.

The entrance to the market of St. Josef along Avenida La Rambla
After Olympic park, we took a taxi down to La Rambla, the famous tourist street which starts with an obelisk and statue of Christopher Columbus at the Mediterranean Sea and runs through the old Gothic quarter into the city.  Yikes!  I thought Florida was a tourist trap!

Stone roof of the cathedral
We hot-footed it over to the old cathedral (started around 1300), paid the six euros to get inside and saw an amazing structure.  Then, without realizing that it was part of the entrance fee, we took an elevator up to the roof, scurried up a scaffolding staircase and catwalk, and walked across the ridge of the nave!  Wow.  I've always thought it would be great to be able to go up into the bell tower of one of those old cathedrals, but we actually got to walk down the ridge of the roof!  The slopes of the roof weren't slate or tile shingles as I had imagined, but were stone blocks, laid in a running-bond pattern like the side of a wall would be.  Huh.  No wonder the ceiling inside has black mold on it.  The vaults direct rain water into valleys, which pass through openings in the walls, carry the water down stair-stepped troughs, over to gargoyles, who then drop the water onto the street below.   It was how I had imagined it would all look, but to actually see it!  Wow!  I can now die.

Barcelona has a lot of Art Nouveau buildings as well
The view up there was spectacular too.  We could see the construction of the Sagrada Familia in the distance, the Mediterranean Sea, the Olympic village, and the whole layout of the city.  And all because Chris said "oh look, they have an elevator that goes up to the roof".  After a while, I get kind of cathedraled-out, so told Chris that if he didn't want to see this one it was okay with me.  But I'm so glad we decided to go in.  Both interior and rooftop were spectacular.  But the photos from the rooftop don't come close to showing how great the views were, so I've left them out.

Torre Ágbar at night
After a long day of sightseeing, we went and had drinks and some dinner.  Being the alcohol light-weight that I am, I was smashed on one (very large) gin and tonic, so we stumbled around a while and decided to hop a cab to a great beach bar that we were told about.  The cab driver told us that the Torre Ágbar (the torpedo shaped building that I mentioned in an earlier post) was only lit up on the weekends, and since we're leaving on Thursday, we wouldn't see it lit up at night.  Bummer. When we got to the bar, it was closed, so we hopped another cab and went home.  But on the way, we drove by the Torre Ágbar and it was illuminated, so I got to see it up close at night and snapped a photo.  And the photo is not touched-up; it really looks like this.  What a fortuitous faux pas that trip turned out to be!  And the end of a great day.

P.S.  While the name Ágbar sounds kind of arabic, Héctor told me that the name comes from the words "Agua" and "Barcelona", and thus is the building for the water works company of Barcelona.

Barcelona - Sagrada Familia inside


Present church with only 8 of the 22 towers built.
On Monday, Chris and I went back to the Sagrada Familia church to see the inside.  Chris bought tickets online, so we sailed past the huge line of people waiting to buy tickets at the window and just walked in.  Not having a printer here in Spain, he  downloaded the bar code onto his iPhone so that they could just scan the screen ... ah, someone who knows how to use technology!  I'd still be standing in line...  The picture above is the church in it's present stage of incompletion.


Workmen climbing on the gable
When it is finished it will have fourteen more towers, the tallest of which haven't been built.  The photo on the right shows workmen climbing the "small" gables to the right of the tall towers in the photo above, which gives scale to this enormous building.  Notice the gables have ceramic glazed fruit atop, giving an oh-so-Spanish "Carmen Miranda" effect.  The caps of the spires are gigantic ceramic polychrome glazed flowers

Central nave of the church


Columns have branches like trees supporting the ceiling
Light from a side wall
But the church isn't even near completion.  It won't be completed until 2041 when the central tower over the transept and the front elevation (which hasn't even been started) are done.  When the front facade is completed, the portico will span over the street in front of the building, the entire block of buildings across the street will be razed, and the staircase will go down into a green space/park where they now stand. 

Chris and I stood back and looked at the behemoth building and tried to imagine how much bigger/taller it's going to be once the rest of the twenty-two towers are completed.  Eighteen are bell towers.  It's just mind boggling. In the park across the street, I bought a great abstract painting of the church from a Bolivian artist.  I couldn't believe how inexpensive it was and it's original; she said that she doesn't do copies!  We had a nice conversation about Barcelona and Bolivia as I extolled her talent.  It wasn't gratuitous; she was quite talented.  I'm looking forward to getting home and framing it.





Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Barcelona - Batlló house

Front facade of the Batllo house
Front facade at night











Front balconies



Built in 1877, the Batlló house in Barcelona is the most famous of Gaudi's residences, and for good reason.  What an amazing place!  Gaudí was the architect and contractor, and because there isn't hardly a straight line in the house, it would have been nearly impossible to draw blueprints one hundred + years ago.  He made rough drawings, but had to be there everyday to tell the workmen how to free form everything from walls, to windows and doors, to the ceilings,
Living Room of the Batllo house
etc.  Because Gaudí designs are so unique, the house is described as being Art Nouveau "in the broadest sense" (what an understatement!).  It's a highly organic-shaped house, and I'm starting to sound like a broken record, but you have to experience the space to fully appreciate it.  Unfortunately, the camera card slot on Chris' computer broke, so I can't download any of the pics I took and got these from the internet ...






Afterward, we went to a Basque bar and restaurant on the same avenue.  The place was very well done, and it was interesting to see the difference between Basque restaurants in Madrid and here.  Because of the history of Basque terrorism (directed mostly at Madrid), Basque restaurants there have very mild references to Basque culture and language.  Mom always told me that Catalán and Euskadi ( the Basque country) have always been kindred spirits regarding their individual identities and feelings toward Spanish nationalism, so the Catalonians aren't wigged-out by overt Basque displays.  Too, the Catalonians have never been targeted by ETA, the Basque terrorist group.  This bar, called "Txapela", or in Spanish "Chapela", is the name for the Basque beret-like hats that men where there.  The sign out front says "Txapela Euskal Taberna" or "Chapela Basque Tavern".  "Taberna" was written in Castillian, I assume

 because no one would know what the Basque word means here.  Poor Chris listened patiently while I explained the Basque significance of this thing and that.  I took photos of the inside with their thoroughly Basque decor, but can't download the photos ... grrr.



Lots more on Barcelona, but can't upload my photos until I get back to Madrid tomorrow.  Then we're leaving for Florida on Sunday ...



Saturday, April 21, 2012

Barcelona Saturday

East face of the building
West face of the building
The last time I was at the the church of La Sagrada Familia (The Holy Family) was in the late 1980s with Mom.  Designed by Antoní Gaudí and started in 1882, the building is still under construction.  When Mom and I were there, some of the towers were completed, but the church itself wasn't really even begun; just some of the foundation work.  In the past 20+ years, they have come a long way to completing the nave of the church and most of the exterior.  It is now expected to be completed in 2041.  A huge difference between the last time I was there and this time, is that now there are throngs of people waiting in line to pay 13 euros to tour the place.  As I remember, Mom and just walked right into the towers and I'm not sure that we paid anything to get in.  But when she and I went, construction had just resumed after years of nothing much happening there. The security guard told us this time that the wait would be about forty minutes, so we decided to come another day, get there early, and hopefully not have to wait such a long time.  



Chris patiently waiting for me ...
But while we were there we walked completely around it and took some photos from the outside.  The building is stunning.  It is essentially Art Nouveau, but has deep roots in Gothic architecture.  A lot of it looks like a dripped sand castle on the beach.  It has essentially gothic form, but like someone left it in the oven too long and it melted ...
Afterward, we went looking for the 38 story torpedo-shaped skyscraper called Torre Ágbar.  It is part of the new technology district of Barcelona and opened in 2005. Chris and I went during the daytime, but at night it is illuminated in purplish-blue light and really quite an amazing sculpture.  When we got close to it, we realized that it has a shell around the entire structure which stands off about five feet, made of both clear and frosted glass louvered panels.  When illuminated from behind at night, those panels give it an ethereal glow.  We plan to make the trip back at night time while we're here.  It's quite an amazing building.


Chris with the Mediterranean Sea behind him


We then hopped on a modern streetcar and took it down to the 1992 Olympic Village area for some drinks at a beach bar on the Mediterranean Sea.  Very modern and vogue, it felt more like Miami Beach than what we generally find on the West coast of Florida, that is, Hooters tiki bars serving buffalo wings and pitchers of beer.

We also saw some more great modern architecture along the waterfront.  Barcelona is quite an amazing city ... more to come.