Monday, August 17, 2009
South Spain: Sevilla
Friday, August 7, 2009
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Barcelona
2AM in the square, where we saw a man dressed up like a bull for his bachelor party, his friends as matadors.
Monday, July 27, 2009
Goodbye-ish, Quito
It just occurred to me that I don't have photos of the Spanish party, only videos. Downstairs from my apartment is this awesome shared space where leftist twenty-somethings congregate weekly to watch independent films, drink, make music and merry. Thinking that this was such a party, and, myself being leftist and open to all of these activities, I demanded they admit me. Only later did I find out it was a going-away party for a couple of Spaniards and that I wasn't quite welcome. So, instead of mixing, I stayed in the kitchen with Germania (above), Gabriella's birth mother and my adopted Ecuadorian mother. She fed me empanadas and stories, and all with love. The man-Spaniard, it turned out, was a professional musician and flamenco singer, and so to wrap up the party, he sang for all some tunes from his homeland, while women in the party took turns dancing flamenco. Germania and I were enraptured.
The following day, I went with my friend, Edison, Petra, and Gloria to some waterfalls 20 minutes outside Quito. The hobbit in me reveled in hiking barefoot across streams and through forests, as did the flu in me.
Farewell Germania, Rocio, Gabriella, Edison, Edison, Andy, Olufemi, Steve. Now my Ecuadorean adventures end, and begin my Barcelona adventures.
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Cafe Mosaico and Flamenco
Brunch this morning with Lou and Steve, after I got taken for a ride by a taxi. I know I've reached a milestone in my Spanish speaking, since I let him have it, accusing him of singling out foreigners and how dare he and all that. Must've worked, since he didn't charge me. Above is the view from Cafe Mosaico, with a building burning in the background. We clocked the response time at 20 minutes, which would be horrific in any city, but even worse here.
Because all the houses have bars around every orifice. In other words, buildings here are zombie-proof. But they are also nearly escape-proof. EekGads!
Here's Lou laughing at something Steve (above) said. Steve said he once, while walking down the sidewalk in London, tried to avoid being noticed by a girl he had dallied with, by hiding behind a lampost. Yes, behind a lampost.
After brunch, I wandered the city in search of souvenirs, without success; however, I did succeed in nursing my flu to full strength. I am now enswined, and I can't rid myself of the fear that somewhere, maybe here in one of the tall dark church towers, Bavmorda is cursing us all.
Next, in which I crash a going-away party and get treated to live Flamenco and motherly affection.
Basilica in Old Town and a Strange Cat Sculpture
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)