Carnavales!

We’ve done a lot of just living life here recently, hence the less frequent blog posts.  I did, however, fail to fill you in on Carnavales!  So here you go…

We decided to do it up right this year since I was sick and couldn’t do much last year at this time.  We ended up spending two nights in Las Tablas, a small town that is famous for having the biggest and most ridiculous Carnaval celebration.  It’s about a 3.5 hour drive from the city.

Map showing Las Tablas

We actually stayed in an even smaller town about 5 min from Las Tablas called Santo Domingo.  The thing is, you have to book hotels months and months in advance if you want to be in Las Tablas for Carnavales.  We did not.  But, we really lucked out.  We stayed at a nice B&B in a very clean room within walking distance of Santo Domingo’s town square.  Of course, this meant that we were listening to partying until all hours of the night…and to the drums that started up at 4 am and continued for a couple of house…but hey, all in the spirit of the celebration, right?  Meh…it was loud.  I’m old.

So when we got into town around 4 pm, we decided to head to Las Tablas and walk around to get a feel for things.  What we found was this:

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Amazingly disgusting.  I have never smelled smells like that before…or at least not that combination of smells and not at that intensity.  The gutters were completely filled with beer cans and trash.  We caught several people peeing behind houses or…you know…kinda wherever.  Actually, my friend Mahalia, when asked whether she was going to Las Tablas, responded that she preferred not to smell pee for 4 days straight.  Lovely.  But hey, what do you expect?  It’s a huge 4 day party!

So anyway, we arrived around 4 to find the streets pretty dead.  It turns out that people are out all morning and early afternoon, then go home from about 4 until 7 or 8 to rest and eat dinner.  Then they come out again and play drums all night right by the window of the place we stayed.  Okay, not really, but it was close.  We got the whole experience.

So one big thing about Carnavales in Panamá are the culecos.  As you might imagine, it’s pretty flippin’ hot during the day b/c 1) it’s Panamá and it’s always hot, and 2) it’s our summer right now.  So the towns will bring out huge trucks filled with water and hose down the crowd from time to time.  You’re supposed to expect to get wet…it’s just going to happen.  As we walked down the street that first day, we passed by a small house where an old (80’s at least) woman was spraying people with one of those noodle-looking pool toys that squirts out a ton of water.  Eric says he’d call it a water cannon.  But the best part was that since most people had gone home to rest, she just targeted this one poor guy who was obviously wasted, over it, and wanting to be home.  He was shocked and mad…and she cracked up!  We did too…as we made our way to the opposite side of the street.

On our first night, the town ran out of water.  Like, the whole town.  Apparently that happens when you spray down all of your residents and visitors all day long.  Luckily, the hostel where we stayed was able to get a water truck to refill their tank by maybe 11 am the next morning.  They also made arrangements with a woman down the road to feed us breakfast.  This is what the place looked like:

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Breakfast restaurant

It was great!  We had some chorizo and yuca and coffee while we chatted with a retired couple who had just moved down from somewhere in the midwest and an Australian couple.  It was interesting to hear their stories and experiences and share some of ours.  Listening to the American couple made me think of our first few weeks here and how much we’ve learned about the country and culture since then.  We also wondered why in the world they would move to Las Tablas, of all places, because it is such a small town and it’s neither on the beach nor in the mountains.  Kinda a stuck-in-the-middle kinda spot.  The Australian couple had been traveling for years.  Evidently they will spend several months to a year in one country, then move on to the next.  Colombia was next on their list.  Old hippie types…pretty cool.

So…the celebration.  We decided not to go back to Las Tablas, but rather to hang out in Santo Domingo.  This way we could easily go back and forth to the hotel for beverages and bathrooms and didn’t have to worry about driving or looking for a taxi.  It was still a huge party.  The floats were particularly impressive, as you can see above.

They also select a Queen from both Calle Arriba (roughly translated as “uptown”) and Calle Abajo (downtown), and each of those women (18-22ish years old) lead the parade of the Polleras, the traditional Panamanian dress that you can see in the photos below.  Maybe a hundred women, from tiny kids to elderly ladies, dressed up in their polleras (which can cost upwards of $60,000 if it’s intricate and you add in the cost of jewelry and shoes) and walked around the square while men played the drums.

We also had the opportunity to drive down to Playa Venao, which we had heard was beautiful.  We only stopped there for maybe 45 min.  It was pretty because it was in a little cove, but it wasn’t super amazing compared to some of the beaches in Panamá.  Still glad we went though.

 

Spain/Morocco Trip Part IV – Barcelona

Saturday, December 26 – Salamanca to Madrid to Barcelona

As I write this, we are on the train on the way from Salamanca to Madrid.  From there we will take a different train to Barcelona.

Eric’s full out sick today, poor thing.  Chest congestion, stuffy nose, droopy…the whole bit.  We’ve gotten some drugs into him and he’s sleeping a little now.  We’re grateful for another fairly slow-paced day.  We’ll see how he does tomorrow, but I might do a little exploring in Barcelona on my own during the day.

Tomorrow night we’re meeting up with my friend Marta and her boyfriend for dinner.  When I was 16, I stayed with Marta and her family for a month just outside of Barcelona, then Marta came to NC with me for a month.  I had the pleasure of visiting her house and her family again when I was studying in Sevilla in 2003 (age 20) when 3 friends and I traveled up to Barcelona.  This time, it’s been 12 years since we’ve seen each other, but I’m finally getting to the point where I’ll feel comfortable speaking to her!  We’ve been so awkward around each other in the past, so I’m excited about the possibility of reminiscing and hearing how things were for her in NC all those years ago.

Three Days Later:

We’re now on the train back from Barcelona to Madrid on Tuesday night, December 29th.  We arrived in Barcelona on Saturday night, the 26th, found our hotel, called Hotel Curious, and pretty quickly set out to find food.  We ended up a few doors down from the hotel at this wonderful little place where I had the most amazing salad I’ve had in quite a while.  I think I’ve mentioned before that Panamá doesn’t have much in the way of lettuce or salad.  Anytime you hear about salad, they’re talking about potato salad or something else mixed with mayo.  Not Spain.  Spain means lettuce!  And tomatoes!  And in my case this time, a sweet and sour chicken, sprouts, pomegranate, corn nuts (which I could’ve done without) and some kind of soy and sesame dressing.  Amazing.  I also had a Eric-like craving for bourbon, so I ordered a copita de Four Roses and we settled in for a little while.  Eric wasn’t quite as fond of his dinner, but he had a beer and as usual, the potatoes were pretty good, so he was happy.  Plus, he won a bet over the “Bubbles!!!!!  Bubbles, bubbles, bubbles!” fish in Finding Nemo.  I didn’t remember that he was the one to close the chest and make the bubbles stop.  Silly me.  Anyway, as most of you know, when Eric is right, Eric is happy.

The next morning, we slept in, a la España, missed breakfast and found a café just off Las Ramblas for lunch.  Las Ramblas is a beautiful street…or boulevard seems like a more appropriate term…where people stroll among flower carts, souvenir stands, cafés, artists, living statues and other street performers down towards a statue of Colón (Christopher Columbus), which stands high over the harbor.  Sadly, our café was not quite as lovely.  I depended mostly on the patatas bravas, as usual, to tide me over.

We then headed towards Sagrada Familia.  If you haven’t heard of it, hold on…I’ll get to it in a bit.  Unfortunately, when we showed up on Sunday, we found out that it’s closed to visitors on Sundays (good call…should’ve realized that’d be the case!), and that we couldn’t get tickets until 12:15 on Tuesday.  We were lucky we could fit it in before heading back to Madrid!  Sadly, there were no more tickets available to go up in the towers, so Eric will have to come back to have his chance to see those views.  I’ve been up before, so I wasn’t quite as bummed out as he was, but I still had wanted to go again!

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We decided our next step would be to go to another work by Antonin Gaudí, the architect of Sagrada Familia, called Parc Güell.  It’s a beautiful park up on a mountain overlooking Barcelona.  It’s hard to describe, but there is a lot of colorful, playful mosaic work in the long benches around the area and in the nearby gingerbread house-looking buildings.  It was free to get it when I was last there, but this time they wanted 7 or 9 euros for a 30-minute visit.  We said no thank you because you could get a decent enough look from outside and Eric wasn’t dying to go up close.

By this time, Eric had survived his worst day of whatever bronchitis, flu, cold thing that he had and had passed it on to me.  Since neither of us were feeling great, we went back to the hotel for a nap.

Next up was dinner with Marta and her boyfriend, Enric.  Again, Marta is the girl whose family I lived with for a month during an exchange program to Spain through the Rotary Club after my sophomore year of high school.  We had briefly seen each other again in 2003, but had barely even emailed since then.  I was glad to discover that conversation flowed fairly freely among all four of us once we got to dinner.  As Eric pointed out, when travel is the topic of conversation, everyone is eager to share their experiences and it’s easy to come up with questions to ask.  When I asked how long they had been together, both Marta and Enric responded by counting the number of trips they had taken together.  Each year during August, they take a month long trip to some crazy corner of the world.  The first year, and just before the war broke out there, they went to Syria.  They’ve also been to the Philippines, China, Indonesia, and India, I believe.  Pretty amazing.  Colombia is on their list, and we’re trying to steer them to Panamá too.  We may be a little biased.  Anyway, Eric had his first paella for dinner, which was fairly good, then Marta and Enric graciously walked back most of the way to the hotel with us, giving us a little bit of a tour on the way.  All in all, a very nice visit.

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On Monday, we headed to Montserrat.  Montserrat is…well…many things, from what we could tell.  First of all, it is a mountain (or perhaps a cluster of them) with absolutely stunning scenery.  Bazillions of years ago (or maybe not quite that long ago), some folks built a monastery up there, along with a chapel carved into this cave in the side of the mountain and some other stuff.  Now, there’s also a school, which houses and teaches members of their prestigious boys’ choir, along with a whole tiny little town.  There are also hours of hiking trails with incredible views.  Had we been healthy, had more time, and perhaps been a tad bit warmer, I think we could’ve spent a lot more time there.  As it was though, I was having my worst sick day and the hiking didn’t do much for my cough or chest and throat pain.

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Oh, and to get up to this crazy place, you can either drive, take a train, or take a cable car…which I would actually call more of a gondola.  It’s just one of those things that hangs from one tiny little arm that clamps onto the wires above it like a ski lift.  Always has seemed a little shady on the engineering there, but I figured if a GA Tech grad trusted it, I’d go along.  And it was fine.  The worst part of it was the combination of people shoving us out of the way to get to the windows to take photos and the people taking US politics in the center of the thing.  It was a long 5 minute ride.  Or maybe my sore throat had me a tad cranky.

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To get up even higher from there, we took this crazy train that sits at probably a 40 degree angle on the side of the mountain.  Again, a little scary, but pretty cool once my Yellow Jacket explained the counterweight system that kept it working.  There were two train cars on the track that always crossed in the middle, thereby keeping each other in place.  Yes, a shoddy explanation, but if you cared about details, you’d be reading Eric’s blog, not mine.

You’re right, he doesn’t have a blog.  And yes, I’ve asked him to guest blog.  For the past year I’ve asked him.  Obviously, no luck yet, folks.  Sorry.  Stuck with me for the time being.

So anyway, we got back from Montserrat, took our daily nap, then headed off to dinner at this lovely place that makes use of one portion of the old city wall as one of its walls.  There I had olives so big I had to eat them like a plum, a glass of red wine, and gluten free bread with tomato and jamón serrano on it.  Eric had this typical Catalonian food (that pretty much just looks like a pizza) with amazing chorizo, red peppers, and onions.  I insisted upon dessert, especially once I saw that they had flourless chocolate cake.  My favorite.  It was every bit as amazing as you’re thinking it probably was.

So today, Tuesday, December 29, we packed up our bags, stored them at the hotel, then headed off to Sagrada Familia for our scheduled and highly anticipated visit.  If you have never heard of it, it’s spectacular.  This church was designed by Antonin Gaudí in the late 1800’s and is still being built.  I’ve been lucky enough to visit it on 4 separate occasions – in 1998, 1999, 2003, and now in 2015.  It was incredible to see the progress they’ve made since my last visit.

The inside of the church has been completed in the past 12 years, and I had managed to refrain from seeing photos of it.  It was an incredible surprise to see it this time around.  Last time there was scaffolding everywhere, drop cloths, workers…you really couldn’t get a feel for what it was going to look like.  But this time…oh!  I walked into this huge place and felt awe like I’ve never felt before in a church or cathedral.  This is not your typical gothic cathedral.  The stained glass windows are brilliantly designed to just bathe the interior with warmth and light.  The columns are like trees, so you feel as though you’re in a huge forest.  I could go on and on, but I think I’ll just show you the photos instead…

And now, we’re on our way back to Madrid where we’ll grab some dinner, rest up tonight in a hotel near the airport, then catch our 10+ hour flight back tomorrow!  Then I’ll wash my jeans for the first time in 12 days.

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Spain/Morocco Trip Part III – Salamanca

So I realize that my posts from Spain are more like a journal detailing what we did than actually being my usual brilliant and captivating posts, so feel free to skip to the photos on this one if you like.  You have my blessing.

Day One in Salamanca:

Convent of San Esteban.  Old and new cathedrals – old means 1200s, new means plans began in the mid-1500s.  Amazing.  Took audiotour, also did tour of bell tower, etc.  Great views of Salamanca, saw the river and Roman bridge from the top, etc.  Found out the Casa de Lis was closed.  Then stumbled upon the Cuerva de Salamanca which ended up being a tower that you climb…not sure where the cave part comes in.  Amazing lunch at Vino Diario – tuna on bread, meat selection, potatoes in garlic sauce and some kind of shoulder steak that was just incredible, especially with the potatoes.  Eric also ran into what may have been the first IPA he ever liked, called Black and made in Salamanca.  I had a two dollar glass of the house red wine and loved it.
Walked up to train station to see if we could change our tickets to a later train on the 26th b/c everything is closed from now until about when we leave, but no luck.  Luckily we got in the main things we wanted to do today between 10-2 when everything closed for Nochebuena (Christmas Eve).  Apparently tonight is the main night when everyone is home with their families, so no restaurants or anything are open tonight.  The hotel doesn’t have a restaurant, so they are kindly having a very nice dinner catered for us.  Eric has ordered lamb.  I’m sticking with chicken.
Walked through the Plaza Mayor on the way home and it’s gorgeous, just like everyone says.  Instead of a Christmas tree they have a giant red ball ornament, which is pretty cool.  Came back to the hotel for a siesta and working on deciding whether we’ll brave the cold for midnight mass (from midnight to 2 am in a huge drafty 13th century cathedral or whether we’ll wait until noon tomorrow.  I’m hoping we can get up the motivation to go tonight because really, when else would we have this chance?
Looking forward to our peaceful little Christmas celebration.  Just the two of us and a city filled with amazing architecture from the literal Dark Ages.  Plus a comfortable hotel with a cushy bed, beers chilling on the window sill, and netflix at our disposal.
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Christmas Eve was lovely.  The hotel we were in in Salamanca did not have a restaurant, but they were kind enough to email us the week before we arrived to ask if we would like for them to order dinner for us from a nice restaurant and have it for us that night.  All the restaurants and tourist attractions closed around 2 pm that day (Thursday), so the hotel manager knew we wouldn’t have any other options.  Very sweet.  So Eric ordered lamb and I ordered chicken.

We wandered downstairs to the dining room around 8:30 and found that we were the only people who had taken the hotel up on their offer!  It was sweet though.  They had set up one table in the corner with a candle on it and insisted we have some wine.  The meal was fine…nothing amazing and not so much worth the price, but we were grateful to have a big warm(ish) meal on Christmas Eve.  We started with bread and jamón serrano (shocker!), then had some kind of crab soup with another kind of bread.  Because I had been sick in Tangier and my stomach was still not quite right, I didn’t want to risk any gluten or dairy, so I’m sure that’s most of my feeling that the dinner wasn’t fabulous.  The crab soup was really good, but creamy, so Eric did me a favor and ate mine too.

My chicken was good, but not as interesting as Eric’s lamb.  They brought out the entire leg, including the hoof.  I couldn’t even stand to look at it, but Eric seemed to enjoy it, particularly when he decided it was appropriate to take it down like a turkey leg at the State Fair.  Hilarious.  Dessert was nice, but again, lots of dairy, so I left most of mine on the plate.

After dinner, we had the pleasure of Facetiming with Eric’s brother and sister-in-law’s family, his extended family up in Maryland and with my parents, sister, brother-in-law, and niece (just one of them, the other had already gone to bed).  And actually the Facetiming started because when we came back upstairs after dinner, we saw that Eric’s sister-in-law Jennifer had posted this year’s Christmas video of our niece, Rylee, and our nephew, Tyler.  Each year, Jennifer takes pictures and videos of the kids making Christmas cookies, then does a gorgeous job of setting it all to beautiful tear-jerking music.  This year, they made cinnamon ornaments instead, but the effect was just the same.  Stronger, perhaps, than in years past because of the awesome interaction between Rylee and Tyler.  Big smiles, hugs, teamwork…it was beautiful.  Between the touching video and the feeling of being so far away from family at Christmas time, Eric teared up and we immediately called Ray and Jennifer and the kids.

I had imagined that we would be too sleepy or just plain exhausted for midnight mass, but after the uplifting visits with our families, we decided to go for it.  The service was from midnight to 1:30 am in a cathedral that was built in the 1200’s on a 35 degree night.  And it was beautiful.  The cathedral itself inspires a certain degree of awe, as you might imagine, with its 53 painted panels of scenes from the Bible behind the altar, gothic arches, and lofty dome.  But add that to the families that gathered in their winter attire – many with shiny gold, sparkly, or fur coats – the incredible voices of the choir, and the fact that the bishop was there (hat and all!!!), and it was almost overwhelming at points.  Poor Eric I know was sleepy and bored since the service was lengthy and all in Spanish, but I was so grateful that he was there with me.  It’s a shame; I really wish he could have understood the sermon.  The bishop had a sore throat and had lost his voice, so back-up priest gave it.  It was beautiful.  I wish I could remember enough of it to do it justice in a summary, but suffice it to say that a hopeful Christmas sermon in a beautiful Spanish accent by a sweet sounding old man fit the setting perfectly.  The service ended with the choir singing Noche de Paz (Silent Night), which always gets me.

Christmas (Friday, 12/25) in Salamanca:

Christmas was, in a word, peaceful.  We went downstairs for a late breakfast, then decided to exchange presents after returning to the room.  Well, actually, I was prepared to just give presents (aside from the ones that my parents had sent – thanks Mom and Dad!), as Eric had already given me an awesome bluetooth speaker as an early gift when a party we were having required its use.  We had only packed a few sheets of tissue paper, so I folded his gifts inside it (sans tape).  He insisted on giving me a tissue paper hat after each of his four presents.  After he had unwrapped three shirts and a new PS4 game from me, he gave me a new UNC shirt from my parents.  He then brought me another package, which I thought was going to be the scarf that we had bought in Tangier and kept wrapped as a Christmas present for me.  But he surprised me!  He had custom designed (on cafepress.com) a shirt with several silhouetted figures playing capoeira.  Evidently, he had found the images online and then spent several hours photoshopping each one to his satisfaction and positioning them on the shirt so that it looked like they were interacting with one another.  I was really surprised and touched.  A very sweet gift.

After gifts, we watched movies and napped for most of the day!  It was lovely.  Poor Eric was starting to feel sick, so it was good timing for a down day.  We Facetimed with my family for a while around 4:30 our time (10:30 am their time) and got to see Laine, the 5 year old, open her Star Wars movie from us.  She’s hilarious….she was so excited.  The girl is all Ninja Turtles and Star Wars.  Not surprisingly, she also loved my capoeira shirt!

We also got to see baby Summer eating some brunch and watch the rest of the family open a special surprise gift from us.   When Laine was probably four months old, I took pictures of her while I was babysitting, then surprised Jennifer (my sister) and Mom with collages on Mother’s Day.  Eric thinks it’s creepy the way I did it, but I saw the idea at a friend’s house and loved it.  I cropped nine pictures down into squares and each is a close-up of a particular feature – an eye, a nose, a foot, etc.  I love it.

So this year when we were in NC in October, I found the same dress that Laine was wearing in her pictures and dressed Summer in it while Jennifer and Drew were out.  Eric and Laine helped me take pictures, and luckily Laine didn’t mention the photo shoot to her parents.  I made a matching collage of Summer’s photos and gave a copy to Jennifer and Drew and a copy to my parents for Christmas.

So back to Christmas Day activities.  We finally got showered and headed out in search of food around 5:30 pm.  A lot more people were out than had been out on Christmas Eve.  Apparently it’s custom to have Christmas Eve dinner at home and then to go out to eat on Christmas Day…at least for a lot of families in Salamanca.  We made a quick stop at the University of Salamanca, founded in 1218 and still open to students today, on the way.  The façade of the main building on campus is extremely intricate.  There is a tiny frog sculpture hidden in it, and legend has it that if students could find it, they would pass their exams.  Other stories say that the frog represents sexuality and its location atop a skull stands as a reminder that distractions of a sexual nature can lead to death.  So there’s that.  Anyway, I knew where it was because I looked it up ahead of time.  And it’s a good thing because Eric couldn’t find it.

We had tapas for dinner…again, shocking…then headed back to the hotel for a few episodes of Aziz Ansari’s new show and an episode of Homeland (our current favorite) to close out the day.  Poor Eric was feeling pretty puny by this time.