. . . . As my personal record of this Viaje it is necessary to include more foto notas from Madrid, as Madrid was our first city on the itinerary. It was an excellent preparation for all that came next, including getting over the worst of jetlag in the comfort of the 5 star Hotel Prado. Additionally to the comfort, it was location. The famous Neptune Fountain is in the circle plaza outside, and a few steps away, cross the street, walk through the tipica big Hispanic city leafy, flowered, grass covered with public toilets, cross the street on the other side, and there you are: at the Prado Museum.
At this time at least, Spain is inexpensive, which is why we could do this trip as 4 and 5 stars -- the dollar is so strong against the Euro. However, this isn't the case for changing money. Big fees are charged, so we used cards almost exclusively.
Spain was vastly less expensive than anywhere in the US, particularly NYC. Last night at our local, we had only wine and an appetizer last night at our local. It cost significantly more than any full meal with wine we had in Spain, including the most 'splurge' meal we had in Cádiz, in one of the very best restaurants in Spain, with an international clientele.
And, ya, the wine last night was not near the quality of the Spanish terroirs; Europe doesn't tax wine and beer to death as the US does, nor must they it travel across the ocean, or even land -- so much of it is made near the restaurants. Many of restaurants have on their wine list wines available only in that particular restaurant-bar-taberna, meaning a special relationship with the vintners.
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First Cena (Dinner) in Madrid, a restaurant that specialized in regional wild mushrooms. Along with the wine, of the Castile Terroir, this may have also been the very best, most delicious meal we had on this journey. The plates and other dishes all had individual regional mushrooms and surrounding plants as their design.
As she cannot go on such a viaji, the bird pin placed on the design was gifted to me by as friend in her place right before we left. She has for a year been fighting cancer, with extraordinarily difficult treatments, who is scheduled for surgery very soon.
The pin was always in my cross body bag. Throughout the journey, at different meals, I clicked this Bird of Passage and texted the fotos to her in real time. She said they picked up her spirits after yet another round of chemo. |
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Alvaro de Bazan y Guzman (1526-1588), a hero of Lepanto, 33 years as General Admiral of the Spanish Navy, never was defeated. I was so excited to encounter this monument to him in an enclosed courtyard on our way to visit the 9th C Muslim Wall remains. The Battle of Lepanto truly was a one of those most significant events in history. Though almost a draw in terms of lives and ship lost, it did prevent the Turks from moving into the western Mediterranean. It also increased, not only Spain's, but Europe's anger and disgust with France. She was not at Lepanto. Thanks to Francis I, France was allied, as she'd been for long, with the Turks. Something we don't hear much of over here in terms of European history. Spain was one of the few European nations to send help to the Siege of Malta against the Turks. France was begged to, but did not.
Most of all, I think, I was excited because I knew who Alvaro de Bazan y Guzman was! I didn't need to read the plaque to find out, I just needed his name. I knew about Lepanto and the Great Siege of Malta! I felt the same way so often in the Prado, looking at portraits of different Spanish court grandees painted by Goya -- I knew who people such as Godoy and Floridablanca were.
This was the first time I noticed that Spain's historic sites have information plaques in Braille as well as print. It was the same at the 9th C Muslim wall remains.
This is one of Goya's historical interpretation of the battles with the French invasion forces. This one features Egyptian Mameluke Imperial Guard cavalry regiments. Yet another stupidity of Napoleon. By the supreme Católica God who gave Spain back to the Christians after more than 7 centuries, how could he think the Spanish would passively accept a takeover that centered Muslim fighters?
[This is not my photo, as no photography or recording of any kind is allowed in the Prado.]
This Is Not the White House. The royal palace in Madrid, not far from the 9th C Muslim Wall remains. This was the weekend, and tourists from near (Spain) and far were present even as closing time was imminent. No, one cannot go in. Not sure though, whether the flag meant the king was in residence. This palace is surrounded by vast gardens that are essentially woods. The Spanish kings were even more insane about hunting than the English and French ones. This tradition has continued into the present: recall the Spanish royal scandal not that long ago regarding members killing elephants.
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Madrid, our first Flamenco performance in Spain. We were seated next to a lovely Japanese American couple from Seattle. This was their final night before flying home from their vacation, which began in Fez, Morocco. They liked Marrakesh much more than Fez, and Spain more than that. The wife is a Flamenco aficionado, who takes classes back in Seattle. El V and I were the only audience members who masked.
Red is Passion. See those hands clapping that distinctive Flamenco cracking rhythm? Despite the late 19th C Spanish officials and intellectuals, and later, Franco's repressive attempts to stop the prevalent popularity of Flamenco music and dance with foreigners and tourists, it was a failure. At this time there is no national Spanish music at all, except Flamenco. It is everywhere. Students come in droves from everywhere to study in every city in Spain, though particularly in Sevilla and Granada, of course. No matter where you are, you will hear casual Flamenco clapping as men and even little kids practice, even in train stations.
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From my seat I had a splendid view of the dancers' feet. The dancers are percussionists. They and the musicians and singers are on a particularly constructed platform called a tablao (pronounced tabl-ow! ow like meow). This platform is actually a drum head, with air space between it and the 'ground' that makes for a resonator, as the belly of a non-electric guitar is a resonator. 'Tablao' is used interchangeably to refer to the stage-platform and to Flamenco itself.
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