November 14, 2011
From a short interview with Werner Herzog in Time magazine:
Q: In addition to being a feature-film director and documentarian, you seem to have become an amazing interviewer.
Herzog: I’m not an interviewer. I have conversations. And I know the heart of men. I know it because I have had fundamental experiences like traveling on foot. The world reveals itself to those who travel on foot. I’ve walked from Munich to Paris, but I’ve also done longer walks. You’re unprotected and have to talk to people to ask them to fill your canteen because there’s no creek for dozens of miles. You really learn what men are all about.
November 5, 2011
Looking back through the photos from the Spain trip, I find a number that I like that I haven’t put up yet. My original intent in the posts was to keep family and friends updated on what we were doing over there, so most of the photos and commentary stuck to the star attractions — Sagrada Familia, Alhambra, Mezquita, Real Alcazar, and the like. But, of course, many, maybe more, of the most interesting moments and memories on a trip are found elsewhere in humbler halls and on streets with names you can’t recall. So it goes with travel photos. Culling through the 800-some shots I took (cursed free shutterlove of digital photography!) here are some I like.
November 4, 2011
Catching up here on our eventful last couple of days in Spain. Wednesday morning seems like a very long time ago now. After one last breakfast at the Hotel Macia in Granada, and after recovering from witnessing one of our fellow guests attack the jamon serrano platter without mercy, we set out on a walk to the Mirador San Nicholas. Took in the view a final time, the snowy peaks of the Sierra Nevada especially clear on an overcast day, and we invested in a pair of “real” castanets from the abuela selling them in the square. Also found time for a couple of cafe con leches at the Quatro Gatos cafe recommended by our friend Jill.
Rode the bus out to the small airport in Granada, then the flight back on Vueling to Barcelona. All good.
It felt comfortable coming into Barcelona on the airport bus knowing where we were headed, and after a stint in smaller cities, it was exciting to be back in the bustle of Barcelona. After bumping into Francesca on the street, we found Tom and Dylan waiting for us at their apartment. It felt like a homecoming of sorts as we had tapas and drinks with Tom and Francesca before heading over to the Palau de la Musica for the Wilco show.
Concert was artful and, you know, ass-kicking. The venue was sublime and I don’t throw a word like sublime around without good reason. I feel the need to write more about the show and plan to do so as I nurture the memory of this trip with some subsequent posts to wrap things up. Our ears still ringing from a wonderful encore, we walked back through the quiet sidestreets to Tom and Francesca’s place.
Up early the next morning, walked with Mr. Henry up La Ramblas before parting ways at Placa Catalunya, where Tom got the metro to go teach his class and we got our Aeropuerto Bus to catch our plane. Barcelona-Paris-Detroit-Burlington, touching down at BTV by midnight.
November 1, 2011
In general, the weather has been great during our whole time here. A few cloudy days for some El Grecoesque drama in Toledo, a sprinkle here and there amounting to maybe fifteen minutes of rain total, but mostly blue sky. Today, somehow took that up a notch with a cool morning turning into an afternoon in the seventies and clear views of the Sierra Nevada all day.
We liked our trail exploration yesterday, so basically repeated it today with a morning wander up through the Albayzin then onto the trails above and beyond San Miguel Alto. In the afternoon we met up with Cathy and Mitch (Reminder: Cathy is niece of our Burlington friends Jef and Jill) for a walk up to the cemetery on this holiday, the Dia de lose muertos, to see the families of Granada come out to honor their dearly departed. So after taking on the San Miguel hill in the morning, we headed up the other main hill in town, toward the Alhambra, in the afternoon. After a stop for some beer and tapas, Cathy took us on a graffiti tour through the Realejo neighborhood to see the work of El Nino, Granada’s top grafitti artist.
Catching our breath back here at the hotel and we’re going to head out with Cathy and Mitch again in a bit for tapas. I’m going to have to dig deep for a little more energy to close out our last evening here in Granada. We fly out of here around 2 tomorrow, back up to Barcelona for our last night, Wilco show, and stay with Tom, Francesca, and Dylan before flying out on Thursday morning.