We Followed a Swarm of Bees in Salamanca

Salamanca is a college town in western Spain. Melissa's sister, Catherine, had studied in Salamanca through a study abroad program and highly recommended a visit to the city. It is located in Castilla y Leon, which according to the trusty Lonely Planet, is the soul of Spain, a reflection of true Spanish culture. The city is also the capital of a province of Salamanca. We took the only train from Lisbon to Salamanca which deposited us on the train platform after midnight. Sadly, the hostels did not accept check-ins that late, so we stayed at a hotel. We were decidedly out of place with our backpacks in a four star hotel. After weeks of hostels, we were thrilled to have a room to ourselves and even more impressed by the bathroom. A well lit, clean bathroom for just the two of us. And there were heated floor tiles!!! Such luxury! After a restful sleep, we made our way through the streets to our hostel.

Salamanca has a great feel to it. As a college town, there is great energy. It is home to the oldest university in Spain which was founded in 1218. The University buildings are scattered throughout the city. There is also an impressive cathedral. The New Cathedral was built next to the Old Cathedral (circa 13th Century) and was competed in 1723. There are also great scavenger hunts as you tour the city. Crowds gather in front of the university facade to search for the frog. Legend tells that if you find the frog you will have good luck in studies, live and love. (We relayed this to a fellow traveler lamenting about her love life who vowed, "I WILL find that frog!"). Melissa was floored that there was an astronaut on the New Cathedral. She kept saying, "What is an astronaut doing on a building built in 17 whatever?" It turns out that the building was refurbished in 1992 and an original saint sculpture had been destroyed beyond repair, so they decided to add something from the 20th century. 

Plaza Mayor is the heart of the city. Apparently it used to be the sight of bull fights. It is now a meeting place and ground zero for the shopping and restaurant district. We walked in to find groups of students gathering in some sort of protest. The students were dressed in teams of costumes. There were smurfs, popes, ballerina dancers (males in tutus, of course), monkeys pushing some sort of cardboard tree on a cart. There were baseball and American football players. There were prisoners and policeman which made it interesting when the real police came to disband the crowd of dancing and yelling college students. The drummer and trumpet player tried to negotiate with police but the group disbanded, only to gather again holding their bottles of rum and Coke high. When we asked someone what was going on, they just shrugged. "They're college students." That night, we were hoping to go out and do something fun. Then we noticed a swarm of bees swerve their way across the Plaza. We looked at each other. "Should we follow the bees?" Why of course. It is solid and great life advice; just follow the bees. So we followed the bees (we still need to work on our trailing techniques). They led us to a street filled with costumed students and then to a building that was covered in graffiti and advertisements. There was no store front or sign to indicate what it was. We walked in to find a bar filled with students, music and smoke. We shrugged and entered. After all, this is where the bees led us. We watched the bartender make a mixed drink that appeared to be popular and asked for one. For 5 Euros we got a liter glass filled with tequila, Fanta and topped with grenadine. A dangerous brew as you could not taste the copious amount of tequila in it.  We were in street clothes and spoke English and instantly became a novelty. We joined the bartender in a round of free tequila shots. We were in a room of costumed college students in Spain and just got free shots. It was going to be an interesting night.
We made our way to the back of the bar. I asked a girl if she spoke English and could she please explain why everyone was dressed up like crazy people. Every department of the college had a weekend once a year when they had a massive party. Tonight it was the biology and chemistry department's turn to party. The troop of monkeys and their tree suddenly made sense. I looked over to see a group of men dressed in black pants and shirts topped with pink lace underwear and bras, wearing pink and purple bath robes who were sporting pink fingernails, make up and curlers in their hair. One of the boys touched his curlers and winked. Another waved his feather duster. Enter Rafi and Luis. We talked with the boys, who despite their appearances were ambitious young men getting their masters in biology. Students gathered around us, anxious to practice their English and talk with Americans. Melissa learned new Spanish phrases. I did my best to improve international relations. Whenever I saw someone frowning and it appeared that they were not enjoying themselves, I would offer them a drink, yell "Tequila!" and turn the corners of their mouths into a smile with my fingers. Rather forward but effective. People smiled after that. They would then randomly yell "Tequila!" which I would echo. They thought this was fun. I liked it because I had gotten a second tequila/Fanta drink (on the house, yay for free drinks) and it was at least 2/3 tequila and I did not want to drink that much tequila. Melissa's buzz wore off at about 2:30. Rafi and Luis walked us back to our hostel where we found our hostel roommates on the balcony who were hoping to go out. We put Melissa in the peer pressure vice and returned to the bar for more drinks and dancing. At some point, Luis and I started kissing which evolved into a make-out session through the streets of Salamanca in the wee hours of the morning. I returned to the hostel at 4:30 with my virginity intact as I had promised Melissa. At some point, my watch was set an hour ahead so I was very sad to learn that I had gotten up an hour earlier than needed to prepare for our departure.

I had never made out with a random guy I met at the bar. As much fun as it was to make out with a Spaniard in Plaza Mayor and in front of the New Cathedral under the watchful gaze of an astronaut, it wasn't nearly enjoyable as one would think. And it has nothing to do with Luis. I had always heard that the emotional connection was crucial to women's enjoyment of physical intimacy. Now that I have experienced both ends of that spectrum, I agree with that statement. It felt hollow, shallow and cheap. I too felt hollow, shallow and cheap. It's almost like physical intimacy was designed by God to be between two people who have a solid foundation and intimate relationship, with physical intimacy being another layer to it, an added bonus if you will. Gee, I wonder... I suppose what I am saying is that my brief career of being a slut is over. I am not proud of my actions. I was not the woman that I am called to be by God. So I have resolved to button down the hatches and wait to have any kind of physical intimacy until I am actually in a relationship. And I am not going to enter a relationship just for the sake of having a relationship. Only if it seems viable, will I consider dating a man. So in the unlikely event that I get another chance in the dating department, I will probably scare the poor man away with pent up sexual tension. Oh twell, single status has many advantages, including more freedom to travel.

Things I Did Not Expect When I Woke Up
Salamanca Edition
- Experience hypernatremia after dinner. (Paella was disqualified from our best food competition because it caused electrolyte imbalance)
- Search a facade for Kermit
- Run into a South African friend that I met in the Sevilla hostel
- Discover that it truly is about life's simple pleasures, including ripping the hygiene wrapper off of a toilet. The knowledge of knowing that a toilet is clean! Can life get any better? I submit that it cannot!
- Want to curl up on a bathroom floor to soak in the warmth of bathroom tiles.
- Eat a persimmon
- Wonder if it made it better or worse that the Spaniard I was making out with was dressed as a house wife and had bigger breasts than I (even if the bra was stuffed with four football socks)

Lisbon

Lisbon is the last European capital that we plan to visit on our European tour. Lisbon is quite different from the cities that we had visited earlier. I would actually like to return to Lisbon someday because it felt a bit flat to me. However, I think that my experience was affected by my mood and my fatigue. We are in our final week of our trip and I am ready to go home. I am incredibly exhausted. It has gotten to the point where I am not remembering things, like grabbing maps or street names. My observation skills have trended downwards and my apathy is increasing. Not good. Nothing that a hot meal and a good sleep can't cure though. Expect the restaurants don't open for dinner until quite late. Aghhh!!! So perhaps I will visit Lisbon another time when I feel a bit more fresh (not that kind of fresh) and have a bit more time to invest there. It also sounds like there are some fantastic day trips from the city.

Lisbon is the largest city in Portugal with over two million people. It is one of the oldest cities in Europe and has been part of the Roman Empire, the Moorish Conquest, and the Crusades before becoming the capital of an independent state in the 12th Century. Lisbon has seven hills overlooking the mouth of the Tagus River. We climbed one hill to a castle but we were unable to find the entrance (making it a pretty good castle from a defensive perspective). As awful as it sounds, we are castled-out and were content to simply walk back into the city center. Much of the shopping district is located on a pedestrian street Rua Augusta. We walked city streets, watched a cruise boat dock, sat in parks and sipped coffee. We also visited a massive flea market that is also known as Thieves Market. Indeed, I wondered about the origin of some of the cell phones sold there. It was really one massive garage sale. Shoes, luggage, dishes, cell phone chargers, shirts, cassette tapes, 1980s porn, jewelry and antiques, lamps, toys, really anything crappy could be found there. Melissa did score a pretty awesome vintage suitcase. Yes, we were in the market because we have bought so much stuff.

We saw quite a few homeless and beggars in Lisbon. Andres, the surf instructor, as well as a Scottish bookseller in Lagos offered unique perspectives of the country. Times are hard in Portugal. The country was under a dictatorship until 1974. The government has had difficulty in becoming established. In the last 20 years, 12 different governments have formed in the Parliament. Since the government is constantly being reorganized, it is incredibly inefficient and does not fulfill its role in offering services to the people. Therefore, the people do not respect the government. The instability has also allowed corruption to take root and thrive. About 10 years ago, the nation was actually doing ok financially but corrupt officials siphoned off the country's money and then the recession hit. Portugal is deeply in debt and has had to appeal to the European Union for financial assistance. The government is to provide a structured plan to the European Union by the end of the year detailing how they plan to gain stability and repay the debt. Unfortunately, politicians have allowed their differences to supersede the common good and the Parliament has seen more fistfights than constructive solutions. "Crisis" seemed to be a buzz word in Portugal. Andres shared how the education system is lacking. From his description, it seemed quite difficult to break the cycle, to improve one's standing and knowledge. Thus creating a perpetuating cycle. It made me incredibly thankful to live in America. Yes, our country is not perfect. But we have a secure government, one that is able to fulfill its rolls. Yes, there is a lot of disagreement as to what that roll should be and how it should be done, but at least it works and is able to respond to the needs of the people. We have the opportunity to participate in our government. We are granted free speech and rights that few in the world are able to enjoy. We have the right to education and opportunities abound. We do not have to pay off corrupt officials to start a business. America is a land of potential and allows people to reach that potential. Our nation was founded on the premise that we have the right to pursue our dreams. One of the many blessings of travel is that it allows you to have a new found appreciation of things that you have always taken for granted. 

The people we met in Lisbon were fantastic. On our first morning in Lisbon, I met Craig, a forensic mental health nurse from Scotland. I happened to sit next to him at breakfast and the nursing jokes started soon after. He shared that during his last shift before holiday, the staff had to restrain a patient. He was standing on one side holding one arm down when another nurse suddenly started laughing. When questioned why, he said, "Craig, in 12 hours you are going to be sitting in a hostel bar and someone will ask what you do for a living. Upon hearing that you are a nurse they're going to say, "Wow, your job must be really rewarding." I enjoyed talking with Craig and gaining new insight into nursing. One of the things that I love about being a nurse is that although we practice in different countries, the fundamentals of nursing, the things that make nursing unique are transcultural.

That night, Melissa and I attended a dinner at the hostel. For 8 Euros, we got a three course dinner as well as three drinks from the bar. Great for the stomach as well as the wallet. Dinner was prepared by Isabel, a remarkable, beautiful, vivacious woman who had immigrated from Angola to Lisbon. She ate with us and then treated us to inpromtu cooking class in the hostel dining room. Isabel created a tasty dessert medley that she had created from some of her favorite Portuguese desserts. I furiously scribbled down the recipes as she dumped in ingredients. Her instructions were specific, "You beat the egg whites until you can hold the bowl upside down and it doesn't fall out." "You add milk until its not so lumpy, like this." "If you need more water, you just add it." The dessert was amazing and I look forward to experimenting in the kitchen to try to create something close to her dessert. Despite my efforts, it probably won't taste the same because it won't have that touch of Isabel love and I was slightly buzzed when writing down the recipes. Free shots usually don't help with specificity either.

Things I Did Not Expect When I Woke Up
Lisbon Edition
- Regret buying unique, hand crafted and hand painted pottery
- Discover that I don't know my friends nearly as well as I thought I did
- Attend a cooking class
- Admire metro stations
- Not find the enterance to a tourist destination
- Watch a man punish himself by running up and down a hill. Up and down. Up and down.
- Wonder why things are so much funnier when told in a Scottish accent.

Surfing in Lagos

From Sevilla we traveled by bus to Lagos, located at the southern tip of Portugal. It is part of the Algarve region. It is known as the party city of Portugal and is a stop that is frequented often by retired Brits on holiday. We arrived in the dark on a mostly empty bus. We promptly got lost trying to find the hostel but were escorted most of the way and pointed in the right direction by a kind Portuguese man. Once again, we were blown away by the kindness of people. We stayed at the Rising Cock Hostel. It had good ratings on Hostelworld and we liked the name. For dinner, we munched on perhaps the most amazing nachos in my life at the NahNahBah and listened to reggae music where the singer was very concerned about his coconuts. The hostel had great energy and welcomed everyone to the party. We walked into drinking games and went out to the bar with our new friends. In the morning, we were welcomed by a very proud Portuguese Mama. "I am Mama. This is our house, this is our family. Everyone here is family. And I am the Mama of the house. I will make you crepes. And drink my magic lemon tea. See, it is magic. Very good after a night of partying and too much to drink. And if you are sick, you put a little honey in it. But if you are hungover, it is best just plain. I am the Mama, I take care of my family. When you are here, you are family."

Lagos is known for surfing. Melissa was very excited when she discovered this as she had really enjoyed her previous surfing experiences. We learned of a company that provided the board, wet suit, lesson and a lunch for €45. It seemed like a fantastic deal. Because of our late arrival the night before, we were unable to prebook but when we went to the meeting place, we were told to hop in. We loaded up into a van with Andres, the Portuguese surfer and instructor and bounced out to the beach. We were joined by a kid from Southern California and experienced surfer who just wanted to enjoy the waves. Two young British men joined our lesson and we learned the basics of surfing. I had never surfed before and felt completely out of my element. The concept of surfing is simple. You go out with your board and wait to catch a wave. Once you are part of the wave, you stand up on the board and ride it in. I enjoyed catching the waves and riding them in on my board. However, I felt totally unbalanced and phenomenally awkward with the board and standing on the board seemed like a terrible idea. I feel that to be good at surfing, one has to be light, quick, agile, and have good balance. None of which are attributes that I have. It made me fall even more in love with running because I can simply put one foot in front of the other and determination is appreciated. I guess determination also has a place in surfing. The waves were quite strong and you seemed to be pushed and pulled by the currents. As I waded out from the beach, I kept thinking, "Hey! I have a great idea! Let's give Kate a board taller than she is and put her out with a bunch of big waves and tell her to catch one. Better yet, expect her to stand up on her really big board. What a fantastic idea!" I was able to get to my knee and have one foot up for a very brief shining moment before falling into the water. Surfing is a great workout and you need good core and upper body strength. After two months of travel and days filled with walking to see the sights but not actual workouts, we felt pathetically weak, and the following day, quite sore. Despite the fact that I got completely beat up by the sea, I did enjoy surfing and it was a lot of fun. I gained a new respect for the ocean. Even the small waves in which I played had so much power. The ocean is truly a magnificent thing full of incredible power and potential. Mighty, majestic, wise and wonderful. Surfing is great because it is simply about enjoying the power. One doesn't try to harness the power. You just appreciate it and partake in its glory.

Lagos is a beautiful town with white buildings and friendly people. We were there during a festival to commemorate the Portuguese explorer Pedro Gabral. We walked through the festival of craft stalls and baked good stands and watched what appeared to be a terrible play and a street performer dressed as a joker. We discovered later that the Portuguese president made an appearance at the festival as well. We also enjoyed the night life. Most people don't go to the bars until 11:00 or midnight. When the bars close around 2 am, people go to the dance clubs. Our first night at the hostel, we heard people come home around 7:30 in the morning. We were actually ridiculed for calling it a night at 2:30 am and met people from our hostel going out. Before calling it a night, we played darts with the British chaps we met surfing. There was also a very drunk older man who liked to dance and pinch bottoms.  We christianed him Larry. He would dance into our dart game which demonstrated a drunken lack of safety awareness. The only way to get him out of the way was to dance with him. When we left, Larry was curled up in the window, sleeping like a babe. Joe suggested that we should kiss Larry good night. I decided that Larry might have sweet dreams if I kissed him where as I would not.

Things I Did Not Expect When I Woke Up
Lagos Edition
- See the Portuguese president's motorcade
- Learn the cure for hangovers
- Catch the waves
- Watch a joker juggle flaming sticks
- Observe a Renaissance parade
- Learn that strawberry mousse has the profound ability to give Melissa the giggles
- Enjoy a scrumptious burger at one of the top burger joints in Europe
- Watch an Australian down back to back liquor bongs that included every kind of spirit on the shelf and fruit juice. Almost as a good of an idea as giving me a surf board.
- Punch more holes in the wall than the dart board
- Be questioned why I hate walls so much as to throw darts at them with such force
- Inspire a member of the Belgium Royal Security team to travel to Cinque Terre but not be quite as convincing in inspiring him to travel to West Texas (his friend wanted us to try to persuade him to travel to the worst place we knew of to see if he would go).

A Day in Granada

Melissa and I took a day trip to Granada. Let me start by saying that a day trip is not the way to see the city. Well I suppose it is a way, but not the best way. None the less, it is what we did. We had heard great things about Granada while we were in Italy. We looked at a map and thought it didn't look too far from Sevilla so we decided to go. "Not too far" ended up being 3 hours by train, one way. We got up early one morning in Sevilla and walked quickly to the train station to be there by 7:00. By the time we rolled in Granada, I realized that we really hadn't done any prep work. In fact, we had done none. We remembered that we wanted to check out the city and that it had sounded cool from people's descriptions and in the Lonely Planet, but we didn't remember why. We had hoped to get some direction at a tourist information booth in the train station, only to find none. We decided to start walking in the direction of tall buildings and if we saw a sign, we would just follow the sign. We found a sign pointing to the Alhambra and suddenly we remembered why we had come to the city. Now that we had a destination, we set out with conviction. I think the construction obscured further signs because we were soon a bit lost. Melissa and I stopped at a gas station for a map. We decided that €5.20 was too much to pay so we simply opened the map, did our best to memorize it and bought chocolate and gummies instead. A wise purchase. We ended up making a massive detour before we finally reached the fortress. We walked up the hill but apparently took the back way and were able to enter without tickets. Unfortunately, you need tickets to see the actual palaces. Every path we took in an attempt to find the ticket stand was blocked because we didn't have a ticket. Feeling incredibly defeated and a bit chilled and hungry, we stopped for lunch. With food in our tummies, we were able to find the ticket stand (terrible design by the way) and were able to tour the Alhambra.

Granada is located at the foot of the Sierra Nevada mountains. It was also one of the Moors last stands in Spain. The massive Alhambra is an Islamic legacy. The buildings are intricate and incredibly detailed. Every room is a masterpiece. The walls are covered in tiles. The archways have a lattice work of detailed wood and stone carvings. It really is quite impressive. The views are gorgeous as well. Despite the cloud cover, light played off the clay colored roofs. It was definitely worth the trip and I wish we could have stayed a bit longer. Granada is a university town and has a fun energy associated with college towns.  Apparently it is also the drug capital of Spain and used as an access point from Africa. There is also the bonus of a young, experimental population.  But that it not why I wanted to spend more time there. I felt that there was much more to explore. We even saw signs for ski resorts and snow on the mountains in the distance. However, we loaded back up on the train and headed back to Sevilla for a night out on the town. Perhaps another time...

Things I Did Not Expect When I Woke Up
Granada Edition
-Visit the Alhambra
-Be serenaded by a waiter
-Eat a delicious yogurt sundae
-Be confused on how to purchase a ticket at one of the top tourist destinations in Spain

Sevilla

Sevilla is located in Southern Spain and is the capital of the Spanish province by the same name. Originally founded by the Romans, Sevilla was conquered by the Moors. The Catholics later took control of the city and it eventually became the royal home of the King Ferdinand and Queen Isabella. Christopher Columbus is memorialized everywhere and the cathedral houses his tomb. However, many places boast that they are the final resting place of the famous explorer. According to DNA testing, Sevilla has less than 10% of his remains. The Moorish influence can certainly be felt as you walk through the city. The colors and tile work throughout the city are beautiful. The streets are narrow and the most confusing we have encountered yet. The design was from a defensive perspective as well as to help keep the city cool in the summer heat. Our introduction to Sevilla was one of confusion and frustration. The city streets are incredibly complicated and change names at every plaza, of which there are many. The street signs are also posted half way down the block. Melissa and I got incredibly lost. A very kind couple took pity on us as we walked back and forth in the dark with our massive packs getting increasingly irritated and tired and discouraged. They did not speak English so we pointed to the name of the street we needed on our directions. They led us to a hotel where we got a map and then they led us to a street, which ended up being the wrong street. Even the locals don't understand their streets! We were very thankful for their help and the map. It was so amazing to see just how kind people are.

Sevilla has several beautiful parks. One park has beautiful flowers and trees from around the world, originally planted for a world of flowers event planned for 1929. Although the fair was a massive bust (apparently people did not want to travel to Sevilla to look at flowers when the stock market crashed) the gardens are still quite enjoyable. Sevilla planned another fair in 1992 which was much more successful, especially since people were already in Spain for the Olympics. Sevilla is also home to the 3rd largest cathedral in Europe. It was originally a mosque and the Catholics simply put a cross on top of it and expanded the building.

Bullfighting and Flamenco dancing are integral parts of the culture. The bullfight season has drawn to a close but we were able to enjoy Flamenco. Our hostel organized a Tapas and Flamenco night which was quite nice. Our hostel "guide" for the night was fairly useless. She provided no information on the dance culture and told us to either hurry up or slow down or stop and then to hurry up again on our way to the venue. We had to find our way back to the hostel through the maze-like streets because she was distracted making out with a man she met at the bar. Really, we just needed her to find the place, so it all worked out quite well. Flamenco is a beautiful and passionate and intense dance. It consists of a man and a woman dancing, a singer, acoustic guitar music, clapping, stomping and cassanets. The dancer will set the tempo and the others will join in, improvising clapping rhythms. The singing is low and soulful. The music will vary in tempo before reaching a powerful climax. The show´s final act was a juerga, or an informal jam session where the performers´ friends were invited to the stage to participate in a dynamic and powerful conversation that consisted of dancing, singing and clapping. Flamenco's complexity is impressive and I found myself wishing that I could understand everything that was going on. At the same time, all of the people who joined in the juerga were in their early 20s and the incredible art form seemed much more accessible, which only made it more beautiful.

Like all things, our Flamenco experience was colored by the people we were with. We reunited in Sevilla with a young Canadian couple we had met in Barcelona. We also met David and Lindsay's friend Liz, a California nurse they had met in Nice. We shared a table with three women in their 50s from Toronto. One was especially obnoxious and according to David, personified Toronto. (Apparently not all Canadians are equal.) Barb insisted on sitting right next to the stage and proceeded to move her body in the best manner to obstruct as many people's views as possible. She was phenomenally ethnocentric and was annoyed that she could get kicked when her crossed her legs over the stage. When she was not satisfied with how much sangria was in her already full glass, she tipped it up, unapologetically spilling the majority of the communal pitcher. Later, in an attempt to get more wine soaked fruit from the bottom of the pitcher, she banged the pitcher, cracking the glass. I feel that there is a lesson there...

Sevilla is also known for its night life. Melissa and I were feeling a bit lame that we had not yet gone on a bar crawl. We thought that it would be more fun to go with our new friends. The bars do not even open until quite late, so we pregamed in at the hostel bar on happy hour sangria. We then went to several different bars. From the bars, you migrate to the dance clubs. In fact the dance clubs open when the bars in Colorado Springs close. We definitely missed the smoke free zone of American night life. One bar was so smokey that we sat outside. We went to a reggae dance club that was filled with the haze of all kinds of smoke. The bar scene is the same everywhere. There is always the girl dancing and looking for worth in the attention of men, guys looking to get laid and men who believe that their penis grants them all sorts of rights when in the company of the fairer sex and then there are the token awkward people. We bailed early. The thought of going out and getting completely smashed, reeking of smoke and the hangover that follows all seems like a terrible idea. The pub crawl just made us realize that we are old. But then again, I have never been a big partier. They say that you learn a lot about yourself when traveling. And they would be right. Sometimes you just learn what you already knew.
Things I Did Not Expect When I Woke Up
Sevilla Edition
- Climb 34 ramps to the top of the cathedral bell tower (they built ramps for their horses instead of steps that they would have to climb themselves. I personally don't know any horse that would go in that bell tower though)
- Enjoy a chocolate mouse created by a hostel roommate who was conveniently a pastry chef
- Watch a stereotypical gay man from San Francisco dance down a street with flamenco and wedding dresses displayed in shop windows.
- Meet a Canadian more excited about soccer than hockey. 
- Refer to manikins as landmarks.
- Crave a Starbucks and the drink sizes available (Yup, I have sold my soul).
- Catch a glimpse into actual Flamenco culture as young Spaniards clapped and sang and created a unique medley of sounds.
- Watch a Spainard´s drink for him while he joined in the clapping and singing of the flamenco juerga.

Barcelona

Barcelona. The Catalan capital. Despite the difficulty we experienced trying to get to the city, there is a great energy. First off, the sun is shining. After the oppressive grey clouds of Italy and the constant precipitation, ranging from a mist to drizzle to a torrential down pour, we are thrilled to be in a new country. We were also sick of pasta. I didn't think it was possible to be sick of Italian food but it is. Our last night in Milan, a criteria for dinner was anything but pasta. So we are in the land of paella and sangria and sun. Things are looking up.

Barcelona is an intriguing city. It was founded by the Romans and was once surrounded by a thick wall. The streets in the Gothic Quarter are narrow and create a maze to catch and confuse tourists. The streets in the old Jewish Quarter are especially narrow as the people had no where to expand their homes except into the streets. The Jewish Quarter is full of interesting history. The Jews were the only one who could do business between the Christians and Moors and their middle man position led to great wealth. However, when the recession hit, they were the ones blamed. Later, they were also accused of introducing the Bubonic Plague. So when the Spanish Inquisition began, there were few Jews around to persecute because they had already left town. The narrow streets will suddenly open up into squares which are usually filled with musicians. Wandering the streets of Barcelona is quite a pleasant experience. It appeals to the ear as well as the eye. The Industrial Revolution started the migration from rural areas to the cities. New wealth was introduced. In Barcelona, there was new money, business men wanting to establish their wealth and status and virgin ground once the wall was torn down. This created the perfect foundation for Art Nueva architecture to build upon. Barcelona's most famous son is Antoni Gaudi, an eccentric and rather creative architect. His buildings are distinct, colorful and remind me of the Gum Drop Mountains in Candyland. His most famous design is the La Sagrada Familia, a massive cathedral. He took over the project early in its construction and 128 years later, construction is still being done. It is estimated to be finished in another 30 to 40 years. Unfortunately, many of the design plans and sculptures that Gaudi had prepared prior to his death (mistaken for a bum, he got ran over by a street tram) were destroyed during the Spanish Civil War. The cathedral is also a people´s church and construction is completely funded by people's donations. While we were there, the Pope consecrated the church, officially making it a basilica. It is an impressive building with fantastic detail and creativity and maybe it will be done when I go on another tour of Europe to celebrate my retirement.

We went out for over priced sangria with a fantastic young Canadian couple, David and Lindsay. We went to a place on Las Rambla, a massive boulevard that leads down to the Marina and is known for being a tourist hot spot. Street performers line the street in creative and bizarre costumes. A bull fighter next to C-P3O next to a levitating Yoda next to an underworld creature of undetermined species. Barcelona is also known for its pick pocketers. We met several people who had been robbed, including one girl, Sam from Canada, who ran the thief down in the metro and was able to retrieve her purse and identification cards but not her money.  Despite its reputation for thieves, it is an enjoyable city. One just needs to be aware of their belongings and surroundings. But then again, that is just good practice. Common sense, who knew?

Barcelona is home to some great parks. Montjuic is perched on top of a hill looking over the water. We went to Park Guell which was designed by Gaudi to be a wealthy housing development. Only three homes were built but they are remarkable to look at. He also integrated benches into the walk ways which is quite fun. The beach was the best though. Barcelona is located on the Mediterranean Sea. I had a glorious run down Las Rambla and then along the boardwalk. Melissa an I enjoyed a fantastic day at the beach. Sand was imported from the Sahara to create a beach for the 1992 Summer Olympics. It may be man made, but it is still very enjoyable. A chill day was also exactly what we needed. It would have been more enjoyable if we hadn't been hustled constantly, people circled the beach like vultures, pouncing on any new arrivals. The days soundtrack went something like this, "Massage? Massage? Only 5 Euro. Muy Bueno. Cold beer? Water? What you like? Hash? Cocaine? Massage? Sarong? Very nice! Coconut? It is very good. Marijuana? Massage?

Spain is known for its tapas. You make a dinner of tapas and just move from one bar to another, drinking sangria and eating small portions of tasty tapas. However, if you just go to one place, the tapas are not satisfying and you find yourself at the grocery store for something else to eat. Because people bar hop all night, the beers are much smaller which was a bit of a disappointment, especially since Germany set the standard with one liter beers. We had dinner at a restaurant recommended to us by a native Barcelonean. Founded in 1786 it is known for its Catalan specialities. It was absolutely delicious. The only bummer is that it did not open until 9 pm. That is very typical across Spain. Shops will open from 10 am to 2 pm, close for siesta and then open up again around 5 pm. It is a very different approach from our productivity driven culture. While it can be frustrating when you are used to convenience and multiple options, it is also something to appreciate. Time management reflects priorities and values. Traveling allows you an opportunity to observe people and the differences in values. So instead of being frustrated that a shop or cafe is closed, it is best to take a step back and contemplate the differences and what can be learned from them. It is also best to always carry granola bars with you as well. Easier to appreciate those differences if you aren't fainting from hunger.


Things I Did Not Expect When I Woke Up
Barcelona Edition
- See a nun wearing a tri colored baseball cap perched on top of her habit
- Help two Spainards do laundry. Help a man from Senegal  do laundry. It is universal. Men are generally clueless when it comes to laundry.
- Contemplate levitation
- Wander through a fabulous market of fruit, vegetable, and fish stalls
- Get a large macchiato in a miniature cup. A disappointing start to the day for sure.
- Play in the sand of the Sahara

Milan Mishaps

We left Cinque Terre dripping in the rain and made our way to Milan. We had originally planned to go to Avignon, France after Cinque Terre. Unfortunately, the French strikes had paralyzed much of the transportation and we didn't want to get stuck in France. We had heard many horror stories of people who were unable to travel and ended up buying plane tickets to get to their next destination. We elected to take a flight to Barcelona and avoid train travel in France. We found a cheap ticket online and made our way to Milan.

Milan is a big city and compares itself to New York. It is the financial and fashion capital of Italy. A lowly backpacker feels quite shabby walking the streets of Milan. We saw many mink coats and other furs and women whose faces were plastered with make up. We were very wet and tired when we arrived. The train journey had been delayed and extended due to the rain. We boarded the train quickly, wanting to make sure we were at least on the train before it took off again only to sit in our seats for an hour and twenty minutes before it even left the station. Milan was cold and grey and rainy as well. A huge front covered northern Italy. We stayed one night in the hostel. The following day, we went off on a search to mail stuff home, got lost along the way and ended up paying an exorbitant amount of money. Then we went to see the cathedral in Milan which is located next to the main shopping area. At this point, I'm a bit cathedraled out. I feel that Siena's was the best and nothing can compare. There is a huge covered shopping center. Where the pedestrian walkways meet there is a Prada, Louis Vitton and McDonalds. We sang, "One of these things is not like the other." We then set off for the airport. It took a bit longer to get there than we had anticipated. We knew our flight was with Iberia but when we got to the check in, there was a massive line and no one was doing anything. We stood in that line for 45 minutes. When we finally got to the front we were informed that we were in the wrong line and needed to be at Vueling, Iberia's little brother airline check-in instead. We ran across the airport, our bags bobbing. Our ridiculous sprint was in vain as check in had closed. So we had to rebook our flight, paying more than the original ticket. Oh well. Live and learn. Learn and live. We finally arrived in Barcelona and as we were trying to figure out the ticket system, just missed the train into the city and had to wait another 30 minutes. It was now quite late and by the time we reached the transfer station to switch metro lines, the metro had closed. So we took a taxi to the hostel. I was a bit relieved. I was tired and I didn't relish the thought of wandering the streets in a new city searching for the hostel after midnight. Especially since Barcelona has a reputation for pickpocketers and thieves. So best not to look completely lost and vulnerable. Milan, a fancy big city with crap weather, probably not my favorite place. But it didn't matter. We had arrived in Spain.

Things I Didn't Expect When I Woke Up
Milan Edition

-Wonder if a Canadian was going to cry as they recounted the gold winning hockey goal in the 2010 Olympics
-Be inspired to volunteer at the Olympics
-Hear a comment that was as offensive it was funny "All you non-Asians look the same" This came from a middle aged Asian lady clearly concerned with being politically correct
-Fall down the stairs and make the Asian lady scream. I slipped. She watched it and let out a death piercing scream. The Italian hostel host ran down the stairs, convinced that someone was getting murdered. Nope, Kate just fell down the stairs.