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

May 13-June 1 Playing tour guide in San Sebastian, Madrid, and Andalucia (part 2: Madrid)

Almudena Cathedral
May 20-22 Madrid
In Madrid we enjoyed a tour of the opulent Royal Palace, modeled  after Versailles.  It's got over 2000 rooms.  The current royal family lives in a different palace, but this one is still used for ceremonies of state.  We wandered through the plaza del Sol, plaza Oriente, Plaza Mayor, Plaza de Cebiles, and were awed by the gorgeous architecture as the sun was setting.  We split up to each savor the Prado, each at our own pace, and made a visit to see Picasso’s “Guernica” in the Reina Sofia Museum.  

Now the City Hall (Palacio de Communicaciones) built early 20th century in gothic neoclassical style as postal service offices
We stayed between Plaza del Sol and Plaza de Angeles, which was a perfect location to see the sites on our plan, and we had easy access to lots of fun bars and restaurants, metro, and Atoche train station.                                                            

A few events stand out.  My friend and I went to a “Pulperia” with a local Spanish friend and aside from the fact that the guy behind me barfed his brains out after falling off his stool, we had a delicious Galician specialty of octopus and potatoes.  We also went to a bar that serves “gambas,” or shrimp, in lots and lots of different ways.  Shrimp tails and napkins littered the floor, as they have for well over 100 years at this elaborately tiled gamba establishment. 

On one of our sunset walks we apparently were on the pedestrian street where hookers vie for business.   A dozen very young, very beautiful girls, who all looked under 22, wore what appeared to be the “uniform” for their occupation...very short shorts, worn with nylons and very high heels…and any kind of revealing top will do.  It made me wonder about their individual stories, and what the prostitution laws are here in Spain.  I read that it’s not illegal to prostitute, but it is to pimp, though penalties are pretty weak.  There is a growing number of Eastern European women, and human trafficking issues in which family members back home may be under threat if the girl refuses prostitution.
http://www.independent.co.uk/news/world/europe/spain-the-world-capital-of-prostitution-2151581.html
Royal Palace
Royal Palace


Inside of Almadena Cathedral





Atoche train station
As we were crossing a wide street with a group of pedestrians (2 of whom had dogs) an adult skate boarder flew by at warp speed just in front of us, nearly taking out a dog while going through the red light.  One guy with a dog ran after the skate boarder while hollering at him for almost hitting his dog. The skateboarder stopped, showing a cocky “yeah, so what’cha gonna do about it” kind of a attitude…only to be backed up by the second guy with his dog, and a bunch of other people who had been crossing the street in the crosswalk at the same time (I’m sure they all had places to be, but this was far more interesting).  The shouting match didn’t last long, as the police were there within 5 minutes.  I’m pretty sure it was about to come to blows…Spanish people can be very tolerant, but don’t mess with their “perros” (dogs)!  As one Basque friend told me, “They are family!”



Another guy on a horse!










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

May 13-June 1

I had spent more hours than I care to admit researching, and organizing for my friend’s and sister-in-law’s May/June visit.  The plan was to host my friend here for a week in San Sebastian for a bit of cultural immersion, then take the train together to Madrid, where we would meet my sister in law, travel together for our 8-9 days, and then my sister in law would stay with us here in San Sebastian for her week of cultural immersion.  We had what I thought was a full but easily doable itinerary.  After a few days in Madrid we would go to Cordoba, Granada and Sevilla. (in the final trip post I talk about what I learned on this little journey)

Yes, I know, each place deserves a lot more time…but public transportation between these places (with exception of San Sebastian to Madrid) range from 1.5- 3 hours, and I felt it would be a good overview of Andalucia, the heart of Moorish Spain, for the uninitiated. 

I often see people planning trips like this asking for advice on travel websites.  I notice that they usually get verbally “raked over the coals” by a certain kind of traveler, and locals who know that their city deserves a lot more in depth exploration.  But, as a person who has lived overseas, traveled in a slow, “soaking-it-in” style, as well as zipped around just getting a superficial view of a city’s most popular sites, I would say that there is no one way to “travel right.”  You do what you can in the time that you have, you make it your own, you prioritize, you know your physical limits…and you learn where you want to go back to, to “soak.”  I never go anywhere with the thought that this will be my only opportunity to visit a particular place, unless I want it to be.  That helps me reconcile the fact that I’m probably not going to see everything I want to see this time around.



  
Nice day cruising the boardwalk in San Sebastian