Thursday, July 16, 2015

July 8th Pamplona: San Fermin Festival (running of the bulls)

July 8th

Pamplona’s San Fermin Festival is fun and that’s no bull

I wasn’t so sure I would be up for a trip to Pamplona to go to the San Fermin Festival, as the city of 200,000 is barraged with 500,000 visitors.  Every person I spoke with from San Sebastian said I shouldn’t miss it.  Actually, what they said is that I shouldn’t miss the San Fermin Festival…with or without the running of the bulls, known as the “Encierro.”


Orange line in center is the path bulls run
The deal was sealed when our 2 guests coming from California wanted to experience it.  Originally we looked at renting a balcony for $150 per person for a guaranteed view of the Encierro.  This seemed a bit much, for what would most certainly be a fleeting glimpse of the bulls and runners.  So instead I booked us on the 5am bus to Pamplona, an hour away, so we could stake out a viewing spot along the route.  We came prepared dressed in the traditional white pants and shirt with red scarf and sash that can be purchased for next to nothing all over San Sebastian, and Pamplona.
Our view through fence boards


6:45am we found our viewing spot
Suddenly waiting runners break into a sprint as bulls come
You can just barely see a bull amongst the runners



It was fun to arrive early, joining the hordes of young people still up from the night before.  Some were curled up in public places with their friends using each other’s thighs as pillows.  We found a decent spot towards the end of the route that the bulls would be running.  The whole route is about a half mile (.8km) winding through the narrow cobbled streets. Parts of the route are double fenced with wood fencing; the boards are spaced wide enough for a human to slip through, but not a bull.  Despite our limited view through the 2 fences (medics are in the space between the 2 fences), the anticipation generated from the sound of the first gun blast at 8am signifying the start of the race, the roar of the crowd growing as the bulls and runners neared us, and the slapping of runners shoes rising to a crescendo on the cobble stone as they and the bulls ran past was oddly exciting…it was a very short run, just over 2 minutes. Apparently the number of runners varies on any given day from about 1500 to 3000 with over 50% being foreigners 
these days.
Post Encierro:  Viewing the days run


Afterwards saw the video of the day's run, which is replayed (and sold) on screens in various locations in the city.  I was amazed at the sheer density of the runners as they surrounded, and touched the bulls.  It is no wonder that there are plenty of injuries from falls, not just gorings. 

Of the dozen animals running in the Encierro, 6 are oxen, and 6 are bulls.  The oxen act to encourage the bulls forward. Runners are screened for intoxication…they can’t be drunk.  Selfie sticks are banned too.  Drew’s favorite T-shirt was of a cartoon bull taking a selfie  with a selfie stick, while goring a runner.

Later in the day there would be bullfights, undeniably cruel in my opinion, and considered an act of cultural expression rather than a sport.  The bulls are killed in the end, which is not the case in all countries (like France).  Catalonia actually decided to ban bullfighting in 2010.  An Ipsos Mori poll in 2013 showed less than 30% of Spaniards support it.  And those who do tend to be older.



early morning cleanup crew hard at work
The sea of people in red and white was really striking.  It’s easy to lose your companions in the crowd.  We met a young guy from Kentucky who had lost his dad the night before, and was hoping to find him at the train station in the evening.  We saw a small child of 5 who had wandered off, as everyone looked 
alike in white and red he couldn’t identify his parents and he burst into tears.  Adults came running to help, looked for his festival identification necklace with his phone number, and called his dad, who were nearby and sheepishly snatched him into his arms.
Bronze statue of encierro decorated with trash
The tremendous amount of trash generated during the previous evening’s concerts and fireworks was unbelievable.  Massive clean up crews with rakes managed to clear the parks and plazas swiftly (in 2013 over 1000 tons of trash were collected during the weeklong festival). Decent public toilet trailers were set up around the city.  They were free, but toilet paper was rationed…the attendant deftly wrapped a single loop of paper around her hand, tore it from the roll and handed it to the next person waiting in line (never asking #1 or #2).  No worries, savvy travelers are always prepared with their own stash.   


With the Encierro finished we walked toward the large Plaza de Castilla to relax at Café Iruña, made famous by Ernest Hemingway.  I struck up a conversation with the guys at the next table,  a doctor and businessman, boyhood friends who now live on opposite ends of the glove from each other.  They met in Spain for a baptism, but on a whim decided the night before to drive 6+ hours to run with the bulls!  Next we followed the scallop shell symbols imbedded in the cobbled streets, indicating that we were walking the El Camino de Santiago pilgrimage route used since the middle ages.  I heard music in the distance and went around the corner to investigate.  En route 3 guys started dancing, whisked me into their trio, and before I knew it, I was hoisted up onto a huge guy’s shoulders…he continued dancing, while I clutched his head noticing how far away the ground was appearing, and calculating how I might make me way back to mother earth safely! 


giants
big head

After that little unexpected adventure, serendipity took us to the parade route of the “dancing giants” (Gigantes) and “big heads”(Cabezudos).  The 4 meter giants represent people from the 4 corners of the world, walking and spinning to music.  The “big heads” are part of the giants entourage and are just kind of weird and scary looking as they whacked small children with a sponge in a net-like bag which they swung from sticks. 


parade of giants
My friend Ana told me that when she was a kid she was terrified of these bigheads, because in those days they were still whacking kids the traditional way, with pig bladders!   I guess they are sort of early predecessors to the Disney characters that walk the streets of Disney land. I read something funny - if a big head bops your child and accidentally breaks your child’s glasses, you shouldn’t worry as the festival has insurance for this!  http://www.sanfermin.com/index.php/en/la-fiesta/comparsa.  
Parade of giants and bigheads
kids have the best views 
Stance of opening ceremony
bulls decorate balconies all over town



















People spontaneously broke into folk dances with fancy footwork as bands paraded by played…many carried toddlers on their shoulders.  We spread our sarongs (a travel essential in my book) and enjoyed a little siesta in the sun on the grassy lawn after lunch near the medieval wall…We weren’t able to stay late for the fireworks, concerts and chaos to follow.  We hopped back on the bus and enjoyed to gorgeous mountainous scenery all the way back to San Sebastian.





Monday, July 13, 2015

May 13-June 1 Playing tour guide in San Sebastian, Madrid, and Andalucia (Part 4: Sevilla)



May 26-28 Sevilla
Sevilla was the last stop on our tour of Al Andalus.
Me and Rodrigo
About 27 years ago, while traveling through Spain for the first time, I took my friend Bridget’s advice and called a friend of hers who lived in Seville while I was passing through.  Rodrigo didn’t hesitate to go out of his way for a total stranger; he picked me and my friend up to go out to dinner in a small nearby village with a bunch of his friends.  We arrived only to find the whole town was “gone!”  He then remembered that everyone was participating in the Rocio (Spain’s most famous pilgrimage), they were on their way to Huelva, walking by day and partying by night (I don’t remember sleep being mentioned).  “Let’s go find them,” he said.  I clearly remember walking through a field at 1am, tiptoeing between resting oxen with, their giant horns silhouetted against the light of the moon.   Decorated covered wagons were circled, fires burned and people sang and danced around them; women wore Flamenco dresses, sticks were rhythmically being played along with guitar music, and a guy was passing out small glasses of sherry from the back of a truck.  I don’t remember any light other than fire and moonlight.  I literally felt transported back to the middle ages. It was an unforgettable night.

Flash forward:  I was recently able to find Rodrigo through Facebook, and arranged to see him while in Sevilla this time around.  Once again, he couldn’t have been more gracious.  We met near our hotel, and he treated us to a table laden with Andalusian specialties.  We had a “show and tell” with photos, and great conversation.  I hope it won’t be 27 more years before our next rendezvous.   

Though I had been to Seville in 1988, and 1999, somehow it felt new to me, maybe because we were staying on the opposite side of town.   We visited Sevilla's immense Cathedral (built 1402-1506), where Christopher Columbus is buried, as well as the Alcazar (started in 1181 but continued to be used and altered under Christian rulers).  One evening we made our way to the Plaza de España, which is not to be missed if you are into Spanish tile work.  It was built for the 1928 Ibero-American world fair.  It has a moat, elaborately tiled bridges, and is lined with tiled alcoves with ceramic tile maps and cultural scenes, representing all the regions of Spain.  In my opinion is best experienced just before the sun sets (but stay till the lamps come on at dusk).  

Sevilla's Cathedral
Sevilla's Cathedral






   


Massive alter piece...zoom in and the detail is unbelievable
Close up of a tiny section of the alter piece

Cathedral ceiling

Alcazar
Alcazar
Alcazar
This old part of Seville has not changed
I felt sorry for these horses standing out in the hot sun waiting for passengers
Mary looking out for Columbus on his explorations
Wonder if this barber of Seville sings opera
Plaza d'España



plaza d'España
Plaza d'España-see horse and carriages?










creative electronic device charging strategy 
Our hotel…win some lose some.  Though my friend had a perfectly nice room on an upper floor, my sister-in-law and I were relegated to a dark 1st floor room off the dining room, its barred window opened to the street.  We could have reached out through the bars and touched the passers by.  We felt very smug as we moved a small desk and stacked 5 throw pillows in order to be able to charge our cell phones using the one and only functioning outlet in the room placed 5ft up the wall.  Closing the windows did not seem to muffle the sound of tourists coming and going from the nearby bus station rolling their wheely bags on the grooved sidewalk.  The clanking of dishes and conversations of guests eating their breakfasts in the dining room which shared a paper thin wall with the head of our beds, would have woken us up had we not already been awake from wheely bag traffic.   I got the odd glance from a diner as I came out of the oddly place room to borrow the blow dryer from the front desk (per protocol).  I know, what you are thinking, “Michele has become a travel pansy, what a whiner.”  To which I would say…if I wanted to stay in a hostel I would have paid for a hostel.   Ok, with that off my chest, they did move us the next day.  From Sevilla, it was back to San Sebastian via Bilbao. 

May 13-June 1 Playing tour guide in San Sebastian, Madrid, and Andalucia (part 3: Granada)

May 24-26  Granada

The bus and train station is a ways out of the center so with the 3 of us, it made sense to hop in a taxi to get to our AirBnB apt.  It was quite nice and the owner spent a lot of time circling and marking up a map with recommendations and such.   My phone issues made it hard to connect as planned with a guy named Jed who has a blog I’ve been enjoying called “Bucking the Trend.”  He and his family are from Wisconsin, and moved to Granada a year ago intending to stay a year.  They were recently featured on house hunters international, though I have yet to see it.  We eventually caught up and enjoyed a beer on his rooftop patio, from which we had a great view of the Alhambra. He told me they got their visas extended and are staying another year!  I'm so jealous.  Same story I hear over and over from people who come…they love the quality of life, the rich culture, and the friendly people. 
Alhambra from Jed's balcony

Cordoba Cathedral
We started day 2 with a visit to the Cathedral where Isabela and Ferdinand are buried.  Their Grandson, Charles V, b. 1500 (who was also the Holy Roman Emperor, and had the title of King CharlesI of Spain) had it built per their wishes. It was started around 1519, and opened in 1561, but took 181 years to actually complete.  Several towers in the design were never built, either because the foundation wouldn’t support them, or the money dried up.  It evolved from a Gothic to a Renaissance/Baroque style.

Just a little Charles V trivia:  He was actually born in Belgium in 1500, was of Hapsburg heritage on his father’s side, and was mostly raised by his aunt in Belgium.  His dad “Phillip the Handsome,” was also born in Belgium.  When Phillip died in 1506 it supposedly sent his wife Juana totally off the deep end, though she had already begun showing the signs of mental illness the year after Charles was born, 5 years earlier.  From what I’ve read, Phillip sounds to me like a real jerk.  After her husband’s death Juana was basically sequestered away in a distant town.  Ironically, she lived a long life for those times.  Charles’ Grandma, Queen Isabela died in 1504 and grandfather Ferdinand died in 1519.  Charles supposedly didn’t even speak Spanish when he succeeded the throne upon his grandfather Ferdinand’s death.   

I thought Spain had became rich right after Columbus’ voyage, so was surprised to learn that the wealth of gold and silver from the Americas didn’t filter back to Spain until around 1550, toward the end of Charles’ reign.  The Ptosi silver mine in present day Bolivia was a great source of wealth for Spain.  Drew and I visited the mine in 2001 when we spent a month in Bolivia.  It is still use today, using essentially the same dangerous archaic methods we were told.  We were actually in the mine while it was being dynamited.   I’ll never forget the arsenic dripping down the walls and seeing the underground effigies…blue eyed devils named Jorge (per our guide)… to whom the native miners would make offerings of coca leaf, and alcohol.  It was interesting for me to relate these two experiences, past and present. 

Our visit to the Alhambra, the 9th century, red fortress built by the Moors on the hill overlooking Granada, with its elaborate palace, built in the13th century was central to our visit to Granada of course.   Supposedly 6000 people a day visit the Alhambra.  When Drew and I went in 1999, it was mellow, we had a private guide, and it was no big deal to just show up and get a ticket…oh how times have changed.  We entered and wandered the extensive gardens, blooming and teaming with people taking selfies.  We had a good day.  The artistry and detail of the architecture, not to mention the quality of the restoration work are phenomenal. The overall ambiance is more Disneyland-like than it used to be, but it’s a wonder worth seeing.  The south of Spain really relies on tourism economically, unlike the industrially strong north.  The Alhambra must be of huge economic importance to the area.  I tried to imagine what the last Moorish ruler would think, had he known his palace would be viewed and admired by thousands of people a day.  
*note that the decorative plasterwork was originally colorfully painted.  Some of the original lapis blue paint can still be seen in some of the photos







from all over the world.








Friday, July 10, 2015

May 13-June 1 Playing tour guide in San Sebastian, Madrid, and Andalucia (Part 3: Cordoba)

May 23-24 Cordoba

Mezquita/Cathedral
Like the distinct layers of colored rock that one sees rafting through the Grand Canyon, Cordoba’s famous Mesquita-Cathedral exemplifies Spain’s richly layered cultural heritage. 

It was first a Roman temple, then a Visogoth church from about the 500’s, then the extraordinary mosque (mesquita) was built starting in the late 700’s, and later this was modified to become the Cathedral of Cordoba by CharlesV, who was apparently not too impressed with the result of his “remodel”.  

distinctive arches
Cordoba was the “diamond” of Al Andalus, Islamic Spain from the late 700’s till it was taken back by the Christians during the 
Reconquista in 1236.   I’m finding the 700ish years of Islamic rule in the Iberian Peninsula to be just as difficult and convoluted to wrap my head around as the rest of European history. It’s not really surprising that the “story” of the Moors in Spain is not as black and white as many make it out to be.  The Moors are not an ethnic group, but refer to the Muslim northern Africans who were mostly Berbers from Morocco.  They invaded the Iberian Peninsula under the leadership of the Arab Caliphate back in Damscus (Syria).   This of course raised the question, “when did the Arabs actually spread Islam and rule over northern Africa?”   I needed to connect the dots (Wikipedia/internet to the rescue).


Muhammad died in 632 and there was a period of rapid Islamic expansion in the Middle East (and beyond), with plenty of turmoil in the fight for leadership I might add.  From 649 and over the next 50 years, they took northern Africa with military force from the ruling Byzantines, destroying Carthage in the process.  The Byzantine Empire, also known as the Eastern Roman Empire was Greek speaking, but self identified as Romans.  They were Christians.  Their capitol was Constantinople until the Ottoman Turks conquered it.  

The Arabs continued moving westward, eventually reaching and suppressing the indigenous Berber population in what we now think of as Morocco.  It struck me when I read that in that final Arab military campaign, aside from the usual civilian slaughter, 300,000 people were taken as slaves.  A military leader of that campaign was given 60,000 of those folks for himself.  He sold half to raise money, and kept half to use for military purposes.  Could these slaves have made up a large part of the forces that only a few years later, would successfully invaded Spain? 

Meanwhile, the ruling Visogoth’s were going through their own tough times on the Iberian Peninsula, with lots of infighting and a coup, which put Roderick in power as king in 710. His main focus became fighting the persistent Arab invasions in the south.  He was killed in battle about 2 years later (lots of intrigue around that.  Might have been a setup).  The Arabs, led by a Berber general (a former freed slave) moved up the peninsula.  A Visogoth leader negotiated with the newly appointed Arab governor to allow Christians to stay if they paid a heavy tax.  

Things seemed to be going pretty well for the new Arab “governor”; However, back in Damascus, Caliphate Sullayman started to get nervous about the governor’s power, so had him assassinated and put his head on a post in Damascus.  Seems like Muslim infighting was more the rule than the exception.  There were times when the Jews, Christians and Muslims all got along. This was a time of prosperity and scientific advances. It is pretty clear that for some period Cordoba was a magnate for great thinkers… scientist, philosophers, and doctors, and was very advanced compared to the rest of Europe at its peak.   However, when the fundamentalist Muslims were in charge, life was miserable for the Jews and Christians who were eventually forced to convert or be banished.  This of course hurt the economy, resulting in further destabilization.  The Berbers were the bulk of the original fighting force.  Over time their numbers grew, as did their power.  Our recent trip to Morocco has given me a tangible feel for the Berber culture.   

Palacio Viana
Palacio Viana Patio
In present day Cordova I saw a lot of what appeared to be riad style dwellings, reminiscent of what we saw in Morocco, with open central courtyards.  What was interesting was that they used what appeared to be re-purposed old Roman pillars, and capitals in the construction. 

The Mezquita-Cathedral lived up to my expectations with its stacked horseshoe shaped, red striped arches, and an oddly placed domed central alter with the usual churchy-glam one comes to expect in Spain.   We ambled through the old walled town with its narrow cobbled Jewish quarter and adorable plazas.  
Within walled Cordoba

The tour we did of the Palacio Viana was a wonderful surprise; it is real gem.  It gave us a feel for how the rich might have lived during the Spanish Renaissance (the tour is in Spanish but the English handout is very thorough).  It doesn’t have the opulence of a royal palace; its magic is that it gives you as sense of the people who actually lived there and how they lived.   It dates from the 14th century and evolved over time with additions. until it was sold
 by the last family member in 1981 and became a museum.  (No photos allowed inside, probably a good thing as it keeps the tour moving).

Another of Cordoba’s unexpected highlights for me was that we coincidentally arrived on the first day of the Feria, Cordoba’s big May festival.  We followed the parade-like flow of Spaniards from the old walled town across the ancient bridge to the fair grounds.  Locals gather, and promenaded like peacocks dressed in their finest or craziest Feria regalia.  People in traditional riding or driving costume were mounted on horseback or drove carriages.  Women dressed in polka dotted flamenco dresses and giant silk flowers atop their heads gathered in groups chatting and fanning themselves in the heat.  We took a lot of photos, which nobody seemed to mind.  We were sorry we couldn’t stay longer.  We made our way, on the scenic 3 hr. bus trip from Cordoba to Granada, surrounded by fields of sunflowers and groves of olives trees extending to the horizon-line.  The occasional small town dotted the rolling landscape, always first spotted by its steepled cathedral. 


Hey look, Our namesake
Heading to the Feria 

More Feria goers

Polka dots are "in"

Impressive horses and riders
All smiles at the Feria



The entrance to Feria grounds


double 

Fancy

stylin"

elegant

Raiding their sisters closets I'm guessing

Fancy horse and carriage




Sun clock/calendar