Spain, Morocco and Portugal

This is my second post of our trip to Spain, Morocco and Portugal (December 21, 2009 - January 2, 2010).


The short version of our itinerary is here:

We started out in Spain, first visiting Barcelona. From there we visited Granada, then Algeciras, then took a quick ferry ride to Ceuta   (technically owned by Spain, but still geographically part of Morocco ~ AFRICA!).  Here's a Google Map of our route with notes for a summary (click on the place markers and icons and you'll get the Coles notes version of what follows in my post below ~ please know that rather than perseverating on the perfection of the map at all resolutions, I decided to carry on and not drive myself INSANE!!!! Can you tell that this first venture with Google Maps was a little frustrating for me?!)

My first post about our adventures is here if you're interested!

In that post, I described (besides the fact that Paul was really sick) our first day in Barcelona.

And I have so much more to share since then!

On our second day in Barcelona,  we had a nice walk to see some of the famous Gaudí architecture at La Sagrada Familia.  It would be an understatement to say how blown away I was.

For many reasons, I don't usually go into religious buildings when I travel (that's another blog post, though).

But this was different.  Mainly because Antonio Gaudí seemed to follow an organic desire to merge nature and the senses into his architecture.  And because he worked most of his life on this project - from 1883 - 1926.  And because his work is inspired by the geometry of nature, human anatomy and the cosmos. Circular arcs, spirals, spheres, curves and all things seemingly structurally impossible, yet he made it happen.

The image above is of the front facade which depicts Jesus' crucifixion. Notice how the pillars look like bones? That was the inspiration.  Haunting, yes. Cool factor = 100/100.

And this image below is what the interior looks like. Remind you of being in a forest, looking up at the canopy? Exactly. Gaudi hoped to recreate the serenity of nature for contemplation. He even created "scabs" on the tree trunks where, if this were a real forest, the lower branches would have needed to be cut.

 (amazing photo - credit here)

Poor guy, had an unfortunate death though. It turns out Gaudi was run over by a tram.  Because he looked a little rough and had no cash on him, cabbies refused to take him to the hospital (really? this was in 1926...hard to imagine!).  Eventually, though, Gaudi was taken to a paupers' hospital in Barcelona. Nobody recognized the injured artist until his friends found him the next day. When they tried to move him into a nicer hospital, Gaudí refused, reportedly saying "I belong here among the poor." He died three days later on 10 June 1926, at age 73, half of Barcelona mourning his death. He was buried in the midst of La Sagrada Família.

Our Christmas day was a 13.5 hour journey from Barcelona to Granada on a train. Ok, not quite like the luxury car that Trixie and I had in October when we traveled from Sarajevo to Budapest (where we had a private car we could each lay down in), but we made it.


In Granada (the last Muslim stronghold on the Iberian Peninsula - which includes modern-day Portugal, Spain, Andorra and Gibraltar and a very small area of France), we saw the famous Alhambra. Apparently it is the most perfect example of moorish art in it's final European development. The interior is decorated with unique Arabesque designs and references Allah over and over and over again

I admit that I had no idea who "the Moors" were prior to visiting Spain. But apparently, they were North African Muslims who were the earliest inhabitants of the Iberian pensinsula. If I'm wrong about this, feel free to correct me. This is my understanding.

Alhambra was place where Christopher Columbus convinced Queen Isabella that financing his cartographic voyages was a a worthy investment. Despite the fact that King Ferdinand and a host of advisers laughed at the proposal, it is said that Isabella handed him a "stack of bills" to assist with his "the-earth-is-spherical-not-flat" funding campaign.


In Granada we also stumbled upon a *free* opportunity to have our photos taken. My ears perk up at the word *free* (especially since we didn't take a camera along on this trip).

So it turns out that Zwarte Piet (who is Sinterklaas' helper - S-klaas being the Santa Claus equivalent in Holland, The Netherlands, Belgium and other places) was in Granada. Zwarte Piet (Black Piet) is Sinterklaas' helper. And he's black. But the jury (according to Wikipedia) is out as to exactly why he is black. Is it because he is of Moorish descent? Or because he is a chimney sweep helping Sinterklaas on rooftops everywhere (a rather dirty occupation)? As you can imagine ZP's colour is a controversial topic...

Why was Zwarte Piet in Granada? Apparently because legend has it that he goes there on off season to "school" to continue to "learn his trade".  Think North Pole and the elves building all those toys. Same deal I guess!

Here we are with him.....my sister says he looks like Gary Coleman (?!)

We left Granada to travel to Algeciras. Although the second half of the journey to get there was a little rough (a 2 hour bus ride hugging cliffs on curves as we spiraled up a mountain), it was a great destination. Even though it's typically visited only briefly as it is a port town which gets across the sea to Morocco, it's a nice spot. It's a very walkable city and has a great daily market and many beautiful plazas/placas.

When we arrived in Algeciras, Paul had a "sick day" and then the following day we journeyed to Ceuta, Morocco by ferry. Although the original intention was to travel to Tangier, Morocco, apparently the sea swells in the Atlantic were enormous causing ferry delays and leaving folks stranded.

So instead we visited Ceuta, a short 45 minute ferry ride from Algeciras across the Straight of Gibraltar. While on the African continent, Ceuta is a city owned by Spain.

It was beautiful, and there was definitely an African vibe there. No market, but that gave us the opportunity to experience the natural beauty of the city.

There was a "Royal Wall" surrounding the entrance to the city and a moat (pictured on the right).

And get a load of this beach that gave us a chance to dip fingers and toes into the Mediterranean Sea!


This is where I packed some warm breezes and summer-like sensory experiences into my bones. That memory is helping now that I'm back in wintry Toronto!

We also had a great walk around some interesting Muslim neighbourhoods and luxuriated on vibrantly green and cushy grass under trees swish-swish-swishing in the wind.
Then back on the ferry to Algeciras.


From Algeciras we took a bus to Seville. Here, we ignored the
guidebooks recommendation to visit the 2nd biggest
cathedral in Europe, and as a result stumbled upon an amazing park.

Before finding the park, we had a look at the  Plaza de España - lots of folks were taking horse and carriage rides around the inner court.  



In 1929 Seville hosted the Spanish-American Exhibition and numerous buildings were constructed around the Plaza for the exhibition in Maria Luisa Park.

The park was LOVELY! A nature oasis that I had been missing the whole trip. There were ponds with ducks and a
Peacock overseeing everything!  Beautiful sculptures and monuments lined an intricate network of paths.  And fresh clean air and the sound of branches and leaves being swept away by the wind.

We had a quick tour at the oldest bull fighting ring in Spain - the Plaza De Toros De Maestranza





Seville was where I had one of my best seafood meals. Tender, flaky cod in almond sauce with the greenest tastiest asparagus imaginable.  Mmmmm.....

From Seville, we traveled to Lisbon. We treated ourselves to traveling in style. We took a 1 hour flight - delightful!  My legs and hips thanked me after all those long train and bus rides!
 
Within the first 5 minutes of being off the airport transfer bus in Lisbon, Paul was asked by 2 separate people if he wanted to buy marijuana or cocaine...shortly after that we were turned away at the hostel we had reserved (due to a leaky roof) but ended up in a nice hostel nearby. 

I enjoyed seeing all the beautiful black and white stone patterns in sidewalks, squares and mostly every where one looks!
 

It turns out that Lisbon is built on a series of 7 hills. There are 3 funiculars (one of which is a actually an elevator) which connects the lower to the higher elevations. We walked up a 265 meter incline (buns of steel!) and along the way came across Lisbon's Urban Art Show.  Cool.

On Dec 31, we enjoyed visiting the Port Wine Institute where we sampled a 15 year old tawny, a 30 year old tawny and a 8 year old white port.   There really is a difference - the aging seems to dull the acidity, giving it a very smooth finish.

Later that same day, we went to the oldest Beer Hall in Portugal, called the Cervejaria Trindade. It had these unbelievable tiled walls depicting the 4 seasons and the 4 elements.







By the time 8pm rolled around on New Year's Eve, Paul and I were so exhausted from all the imbibing during the day that we crashed and didn't ring in 2010 with all the revelers out in the squares.


Our flights home was pretty uneventful but LONG. Lisbon to Amsterdam to Philadelphia to Toronto. For what it's worth, the rocking chairs in the Philadelphia airport are mighty comfy and soothing!


This trip was a great conclusion to 2009 and an even better way to welcome 2010. I am so grateful for the experience! We visited 3 countries, 6 cities and took 7 flights, 2 train rides, 2 bus rides and 1 ferry ride - all in 12 days!

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Paul and I have been in Spain since arriving on December 22, 2009. We spent our first few days in Barcelona before moving on to Granada.  We are now in Algeciras (southern tip of Spain) and came here with the intention to go from here To Tangier, Morocco. We will finish off our trip in and around Lisbon, Portugal before flying home on January 2, 2010.

I am writing this post by the light of my MacBook screen. In other words, in the dark.

Poor Paul is trying to sleep in the bed on the other side of the room here in our hostel. 

Paul has been suffering since we arrived in Spain.  I'm afraid I take responsibility for triggering the string of events that has landed him in this most unfortunate state.

I unintentionally gave him an unwanted Christmas gift - the cold I brought with me from Canada.  At first it wasn't so bad, but then it seemed to ramp up his jet lag, and so he hasn't been getting much sleep at all. Which of course is intensifying the cold symptoms.

All that was manageable until today.

This morning we woke up early to get the 7:15am train from Grenada to Algeciras (the pronunciation of which I have almost mastered - al-hhcchhh-theee-rrrr-uh-sss - the /h/ is a throaty glottal sound).

When we got on the train, a map was given to us and then, before rushing off, the train employee said many-beautiful-Spanish-words-which-I-didn't-understand. He concluded with "Ronda" and with that, he was gone.

I look at Paul. "Ronda?".

We look around the train confused, and a man who spoke very little English marveled me with his use of gestures and body language.  He communicated that because of construction, we'd have to get off the train at Ronda and take a bus.

A bus. Ok, I can handle it. I have no choice. You see, I have motion sickness.  Thankfully I've managed to adapt over the years to cars, planes and trains. But buses (and boats) still make my stomach turn.  Even the word 'bus' stirs a little bit of a Pavlovian nausea in me. Yet I know that if I keep my eyes closed I can tolerate it.

About 20 minutes into the bus ride, we begin a curve-hugging ascent up a mountain. So far, my stomach is fine. Paul is not. I open my eyes as he says, with great distress, that he is going to the back of the bus. In his hand is a plastic bag.

I think 2 things:

1. Oh my. Emesis is near.


2. The back of the bus? Man, he's gonna make it worse.

And as empathetic as I am, if I don't keep my eyes closed, I will be in a similar position. So I stay where I am.

This is a surprising twist. When we traveled by bus through New Zealand in 2000, I was the one with the barf bag handy in which I had to spill my gastric contents on a regular basis.

When we arrived in Algeciras, I had to leave him in the bus station while I found us a hostel. Upon locating one through the tourist office, we got a cab out front of the bus station. Although our cabbie was dressed very nicely, and was proud of herself for being strong enough to lift my suitcase into her trunk, she didn't seem to have a clue where we wanted to go. The map I gave her with the hostel location circled on it didn't seem to help...

After stopping to ask another cabbie for directions, she dropped us off somewhere and indicated that our hostel was down the street. 

It wasn't.

I hope the rest of her day was better and she didn't get lost on her way back to the bus station to get more fares (!).

Meanwhile, Paul is ill. I'm starting to hear faint whimpers and he explains that not only is he nauseous and dizzy, but now stomach cramps are setting in. I feel badly as I try to get us oriented to find our hostel.

Finally, after walking around asking a good half dozen people where our hostel is (and showing them the map), we finally find it. Paul makes a bee line for the washroom in our room, and I take care of getting us signed in.

And the rest of the day involves him sleeping, puking, moaning, and me hunting for a supermercado (supermarket) to buy him "sick food".  

Despite the above reported drama, we are having a good time!

I'll go back to the beginning.


We arrived in Barcelona after a 24 hr journey (we experienced delays in T.O., Philadelphia and Frankfurt due to a bad snow storm in the Eastern US the preceding weekend.  I was SO stoned from fatigue that at each of the 3 lounges we were waiting in,  I slept on the floor, desperate to be horizontal.

On arrival in Barcelona, we gorged at a Tapas Bar before sleeping a good 14 hours.  Tapas are small dishes of shareable snacks. We sat in front of what was like a cafeteria display case and pointed at what we wanted. Yum!



The next morning, I learned what a tortilla is here in Spain.

When I think tortilla, I think of those chips that you use to make nachos.
Actually, in Spain, it's like a fluffy omellette with potatoes or peppers or spinach. (I'm not exactly sure what makes it rise like cake though...).

  Our first day, we  toured Las Ramblas (a pedestrian only zone where, in one area, they sell pets - mostly birds, turtles, bunnies and hamsters; in another they sell flowers and had holiday decorations).

We also visited the Picasso Museum.  I was amazed to learn that Picasso was not only a lauded visual artist in the abstract cubist style, but that he also worked with bronze and ceramics. 

But the best is this: Picasso owned a large collection (like many of his contemporaries) of Japanese Shunga Art (erotic prints). Not only that, but he fashioned some of his work after this style.

(Is it inappropriate to say that this special exhibit we were lucky enough to see, entitled "Secret Images: Picasso and Japanese Erotic Prints", was my favourite part of the whole museum, and that I lingered there for quite some time when Paul was ready to move on?).



Whew, now I'm a getting a little tired.

Must sleep (cross fingers that Paul is ok enough to go to AFRICA tomorrow!).

(Wish me luck sleeping, there's a human chainsaw on the other side of our paper thin hostel room walls!).