Sunday, July 06, 2014

Grenada, Spain


Rafa and Elena not only hooked us up with a sweet place in Seville, they also got us in contact with a couple in Grenada, Mercy and Karl, who offered to house us in their awesome apartment (with a swimming pool)!

Grenada appeared to be a really livable little city with a college town feel. Besides the throngs of tourists at the Alhambra, it was easy to escape into the rhythm of the city and lose yourself.   


After we arrived and hit up their pool for some afternoon swimming, we met up with Mercy's fiancé Karl (and American frisbee player from Wisconsin) to watch the USA game against
 Germany. Actually, we didn't watch much of the USA game because only one station was playing the World Cup and they were almost entirely playing the Portugal- Ghana game since that was really the one that mattered. Karl went back to work and Mercy took us on a walking tour of Grenada. 



Including the Cathedral, which we hit just in time to hear the afternoon call to mass. 


Then she took us on a walk up the valley to view the Alhambra at sunset. Stunning. 


Mike was still reppin' his USA gear from the game, and we came across another USA fan from California on the hill. USA, USA! 


Caracoles! We have seen snails everywhere but finally ordered them with Karl and Mercy. Down the hatch! I wouldn't say they were delicious, but neither were they bad. Mostly just spicy because of the broth they were cooked in and not nearly as slimy as I imagined. 

Tapas are different in Grenada because in many places you go to a bar and only order beer (for ~2 Euro) and they bring you tapas without asking. You don't get to pick what you get, but it was always delicious. The tapas ranged form bar snacks like peanuts, crackers, or candies to legit tapas ranging in from small to huge. So it's possible to get dinner and drinks for 6-8 Euro (~$10 USD) which is by far the most affordable dining we've come across so far. In the first bar we had one of our favorites which is fried eggplant with honey drizzled over it. Mas tapas y mas cervezas, repeat. On the late walk home, we stopped at one of Mercy's favorite places and got a true late night tapas experience. Huge plates of food with our beers in a standing room only restaurant.  

In the morning, Mike played hero of the trip when he got up early to go stand in line for tickets to Alhambra, the infamous castle/palace of Grenada. Tickets obtained [swoon], he came back and took a cat nap before we went to a gym we had seen the day before to get some lifting in. 

Then we hiked up the mountain to the Alhambra. 


Mike in front of one of the entrances. Another keyhole arch! 



One of the most common pics in Alhambra, but a bit of a different take.


You can tell that this section of the palace was designated for the women because of the shades at the bottom of the windows. This arrangement allowed the women in the palace to look down into the courtyard without being seen by the people down below. (Ugh!)


More cool Mooring architecture and detailed plaster/tile work into courtyards. 


View of Grenada from a palace balcony. 


The Alhambra had really extensive and beautiful gardens. 



The view of the mountains surrounding Grenada from the Alhambra. 


Mercy recommended a place to get churros and chocolate, so that obviously happened. Churros are just fried tubes of bread, and the chocolate sauce is like a warm chocolate pudding that you dip the churro in. Reminded me a bit of chocolate gravy (Arkansas family specialty), but not as good.


Time to hit the big city of Barcelona! 


Thursday, July 03, 2014

Seville, Spain

Bievenidos a Ethspaña! 

Don't forget the lithsp!

It was so refreshing to arrive in a country where we understood and could speak enough to have our immediate survival needs (tapas and wine) met at any time. 

Seville, pronounced Saveeya in Spanish, is a fascinating little city that played a pivotal role during the European "Age of Exploration". During the exploration heyday from the 1400s to the 1700s, Spain (then technically Castile) was as busy as a bee navigating the globe, exploring and mapping new land, and bringing anything worthy back to the nest. And what a productive nest it was! 

During this time, Seville served as the hub of exploration for the Castile/Spanish empire. On the Guadalquivir River ships were built, expeditions approved, captains and crews licensed, trips departed, and ships returning home were unloaded and taxed. 

We were fortunate to meet some new Ultimate friends, Rafa and Elena, who kindly allowed us to stay in their perfectly situated flat with an awesome view of Seville. 



We arrived in the morning and ventured out right away to begin our arduous search for Spain's best tapas (small plates), which stretched both our intestines and wallets to an unhealthy extent. 


After an advised aperitif of orange wine, we got some quick and dirty tapas at a place near the Cathedral. They write your tab on the bar and constantly update it, which is pretty helpful since you are constantly ordering new stuff, and probably inebriated by the end so won't remember all the delicious things you ate. 


A common decor choice: jamon! Spain is so crazy about their jamon (specifically the large leg of pig you see hanging), that they have a whole different kitchen gadget for holding and cutting the leg. As you can imagine, it takes up a large amount of much coveted kitchen counter space, so I've seen at least 2 families keep it in their laundry room. 


First stop post-tapas was the Alcazar Palace (pronounce Alcathar), originally built by the Islamic Almohad caliphate in the 10th century when they ruled over the Iberian Peninsula from Northern Africa. After the Reconquista (reconquest of the land by Christians, can I stop explaining that now), the Christian kings/queens began to use it for a part time home and to house a few key government departments. 


 We continued to see evidence this all across Southern Spain, but Islamic architecture is just so much cooler than most of the Christian architecture we came across. So much more dynamic and pleasing to the eye. Common themes include rectangular courtyards in the middle of houses (often with fruit trees, odiferous plants, and subtle water features to keep it cool), the Horseshoe Arch or Keyhole Arch door (see below), and beautiful and incredibly intricate tile work. So a lot of what is considered "Spanish architecture" today is actually due to Spain's Islamic influence.  


 Keyhole or Horseshoe Arch, typical of Moorish architecture. This is actually from the Indian Archives building (Archivo de Indias) which I'll get to in a bit. 


Mind blowing detail on every square centimeter (metric, baby)!


Despite the fact that this is a terrible picture, it's a cool topic. This painting, The Virgin of the Navigators by Alejo Fernandez, depicts the Virgin Mary watching over the ships exploring the Americas. It was commissioned by the Casa de Contratacion in the 1530s to hang in the chapel, and they claim that is the first known painting depicting the Spanish exploration of the Americas. 

By far the most interesting part of the Alcazar was the aptly named Casa de Contratacion (House of Trades). After the Spanish "discovery" of the Americas in 1492, Queen Isabella I of Castile realized it would behoove her to regulate the new booming industries of exploration and colonization. In 1503 the House of Trades was developed, which was the governmental center for all things related to Spain's international ambitions (Americas, Philippines, and Africa). This was a totally centralized system and no privatization was officially allowed. 

The most interesting things they did was collect all of the colonial taxes and tax goods coming back into Spain (apparently at a rate of 20 - 40% at times!), but they also managed the Padron Real. The Padron Real was the official, required and super secret map used by every Spanish navigator in the 16th century. It was constantly being improved upon and updated by the map making experts hired by the Casa. Returning officers were required by law to report any new lands or discoveries and would testify under oath to the Casa before giving them the new coordinates, which would then be added to the Padron General (General Map) to be copied for future expeditions.

Later on, the Casa de Contratacion not only controlled the American colonies, but also the African slave trade. History lesson of the day!



After the Alcazar, on Rafa's recommendation we went to check out this gigantic wooden structure Metropol Parasol (nicknamed, The Mushrooms), which is a controversial piece of semi-useful art. When digging to build an underground parking garage Roman ruins were discovered, and so began a years-long political and public conversation on what to do with this place. Like many European cities, the line between deciding what of the varied past to preserve, how to preserve it, and what to build on top of is many tones of grey. Here, they achieved what seems to me a good compromise: on the underground level is a small museum showcasing some of the Roman ruins (to appease the history buffs), second level is shopping and restaurants and 3rd level is a public square (to appease the residents), and top level is a viewing platform (to appease the tourists)! 

Rafa and Elena took us out that night to what was, by far, our most delicious meal in Spain! Me encanta tapas. 


The next day we developed an ambitious sightseeing plan. Rafa and Elena loaned us their bikes for the day, and in conjunction with an awesome bike sharing program for Ellen's bike, were able to bike gang it around the city. 

We started at the Tower of Gold (Torre del Oro), a watch tower that guarded the canal of the Guadalquivir River. Now a Spanish naval museum with some really neat replicas of many historic Spanish galleons, it originally served as the collection house for all the riches brought back from the New World, hence the name Tower of Gold. 


Mike and Ellen on top of the Torre del Oro. 


Cool view of the Cathedral and Spanish flag atop the TdO. 



We then headed to the Cathedral of Seville (Catedral de Seville), which is a gargantuan Catholic edifice (and apparently the largest cathedral and 3rd largest church in the world, did you know there was a difference?) taking up a city block. According to lore, the people that designed it said, "Let us build a church so beautiful and so grand that those who see it finished will think we were mad." It took a hundred years to build, from 1402 to 1506, and is almost exclusively Gothic in style.

Among other reasons, it's famous for being the *partial* burial place of Christopher Columbus. The other part of his body is purported to be buried in the Dominican Republic due to a political tug of war over his bones. 


Gooooold! This wall of gold was the life's work of one artist, and I'm guessing used a healthy amount of gold from the Americas. This picture captures approximately 1/6 of the height of this nave. 


Like so many other things, they took what the Moors had done and adopted it, so they literally built the Cathedral on top of a mosque. The Giralda, or bell tower, was built on the former minaret of the mosque, so 2/3 of the way up it changes style and color a bit. 


View from atop the Giralda. 


View of Cathedral and our next stop, my favorite in Seville, the Archivo de Indias. It mainly functions as a research library and clearinghouse for over 80 million documents related to the Spanish exploits abroad, but it has a few totally awesome exhibits open to the public. 

Dorky history warning! I saw the original Treaty of Tordesillas (the agreement between Spain and Portugal in 1494 to divide the conquerable lands straight down a line of longitude that goes through Eastern Brazil, hence Brazil being historically under Portuguese control and almost all of the rest of South America under Spanish)! 


Also on display were original maps from Amerigo Vespucci and many other Spanish and Portuguese explorers (some of the Portuguese explorers defected to Spain and some were done under Spanish control)! I was having a field day taking pictures until a guard came in and told me it wasn't allowed. Old maps are the coolest; heavy on design and low on detail.  


The other fascinating exhibit was on "Animales del Nuevo Mundo", where Spanish explorers had documented, sometimes accurately and sometimes not so much, the species they came across on their travels in the New World. Above is just further proof that the chupacabra does exist! 



We then went to lunch with Elena's parents because her father (Manuel, or Manolo) is a retired history teacher, but still a teacher at heart so kindly offered to give us a walking tour (entirely in Spanish, but thankfully translated by Rafa) of the old Jewish quarter of Seville. 


But first, we had to fill up on gelato! 


Jews had lived in Seville, and all over Spain and Western Europe, since the diaspora from Palestine. After a productive period where many Jews held positions in the Spanish monarchy (treasurer) and had good relations with the king, unfortunately the pattern of scapegoating and prejudice eventually followed them to Spain. The reasons probably sound familiar. Since many Jews were involved in industry and commerce, they drew negative attention for having more money than some of the population. Some were jealous that they held positions of high regard with the former king (who was deposed). Also, some people blamed the Jews for the Bubonic plague of the 1300s because the Jewish communities were surviving the plague in higher numbers due to their hygienic practice of ritual washing, or ablution. Whatever their reasons, anti-Semetic fervor rose to a climax in Seville in 1391, when a series of pogroms (organized massacres) were committed across the city and country (Cordoba, Toledo, Barcelona, etc.). Jewish homes, businesses, and synagogues were burned and many Jews were killed or forced to renounce their faith and convert to Catholicism. 

The results of the pogroms was mass emigration of Jews (mostly to Portugal, who hadn't yet begun the expulsion of the Jews, and Northern Africa). The Spanish Inquisition began in 1478, partially due to the fact that they believed the "conversos" (Jews newly converted to Christianity) had not truly given up their Jewish practices and beliefs. In 1492 (a big year for Spain), the Jews were officially kicked out of Spain. 


Rafa, Manolo, Ellen, and Mike at the end of our unofficial tour. 

The city, food, and hospitality of Seville blew us away! 

Adios Seville y hola Grenada! 


Wednesday, July 02, 2014

Faro, Portugal

That's 2 votes to 1...to the beach!  The Natenberg kids love the coast and so with a commanding majority vote we headed south from Lisbon to the Algarve region and specifically the town of Faro.  It has beautiful beaches nearby and a nice small town atmosphere.  We had two days and two beaches to visit.  Praia de Faro was a 30 minute bus trip away, while Isle Deserta (desert island) was a 45 minute ferry ride. 


Beach 2 (Isle Deserta): A thunderstorm was building over the Atlantic as we rode the ferry to the island.  45 minutes later and we were the only ones on the beach to enjoy the waves and rain while we waited for the distant blue skies to come our way.  An hour of reading was rewarded with a glorious 3-4 hours of sunshine to enjoy while we swam and threw the frisbee (Ellen's backhand is starting to look good!).


View of the walled old section of Faro.



All towns in Europe seem to have at least one amazing bakery (patissiere).  We found the one in Faro and enjoyed a sweet and coffee here before the beach.


More tiled streets in Portugal.  Amazing to think how much time it would take to place each tile on this pedestrian street.


After an amazing seafood dinner we wondered upon a concert in a small plaza.  Besides the music, other entertainment was provided by the locals jumping over the wheelbarrow fire.  


We sat with about 1,000 other Portuguese to watch the World Cup match our first night in Faro.  I was looking forward to this game before we left on the trip and the Portuguese fans did not disappoint.  Huge projection screen, massive speakers, and a DJ set up outside in the plaza just next to the harbor.  By the end of the night my ears were ringing as if we'd just finished a night of dancing downtown.  It was a madhouse pre-game and especially after Portugal's first goal.  There was a clear shift in mood when the U.S. took the lead 2-1 and seemed to be controlling the game.  I was already planning our safest escape route when with 10  seconds left in the game Portugal scored again to tie.  Of course they erupted in celebration, but it quickly died down when they realized their chances of advancing were slim to none.  An amazing experience.


Beach 1!

Faro was our last stop in Portugal.  After two relaxing days on the beach we were ready to explore Spain.  On to Seville!