Archive for July, 2010

graná

July 19, 2010

i loved granada very much. it is a very livable city. beautiful architecture and river and alhambra and moroccan market and evening light. we saw flamenco in a beautiful and tiny venue: a crowded and cramped and lovely cave with wonderful atmosphere. i have never seen something so passionate and sensual in my life. the dance, guitar, drumming, clapping, snapping, and voice were completely coordinated. the voice of the man was incredibly powerful, moaning and lamenting about drinking up kisses and breathing skin, and flesh to flesh. the dancer was not only gorgeous, tan and green-eyed, but she was so invigorating and empowering. she made me think about the act of dance as a source of empowerment for women. this woman could totally kick your ass. her movements were so abrupt and strong, fluid and poignant and enticing all at the same time. there is nothing as romantic and stimulating as flamenco.

zahara de los atunes, tarifa, is also a paradise. good gazpacho, beaches, sunshine and palm trees. the south of spain is full of white and pink paired oleanders and miles and miles of sunflowers gazing at us from outside the bus.

on another note, i think if any god should be worshipped, it should be the sun god. the sun, afterall, provides all sustenance: warmth, trees, fruits, animals, photosynthesis, cycles of life. i think the sun is discredited for all the lovely things it produces. i shall worship a god that creates and nourishes, not punishes.

seville is still around 100 degrees at 8pm. we are enjoying it here very much and will take a 12 hour night bus back to the north tomorrow night.

what do i love about spain? many things. but the beach in barcelona at 4am with our barcelona and german friends, a guitar, sangria don simon and skinny dipping top the list. and the cheap abundunce of tapas. and making hostel friends. and being tan!

and our hostel has a garden patio and a rooftop where we sit until midnight and look at the stars and socialize. i dont worry bout a thing.

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madrid and barcelona

July 11, 2010

i love the trees, the landscape, floating in both the atlantic and mediterranean ocean, chorizo, spanish hospitality, the donapetry clan, and dark eyes. but there are some highlights that i must share:

in madrid we watched the spain vs germany game in a very roudy and fantastic bar. when we won, there was kissing and screaming and singing and cars honking for about 5 hours . we went out and danced until very late and met spanish guys and painted our faces with the spanish flag and sang along to modest mouse and the red hot chilli peppers til 2.30. that was great! it was a celebratory and chaotic night. i cut my foot very badly and that is why i spent the next morning in urgent care in the madrid hospital.

we saw all the plazas and our days there were filled with ecstacy and pride and glee and a very spanish buzz. we tanned on the rooftop of my cousins apartment building in the center of madrid. we had a picnic at the retiro park.

we almost missed our flight to barcelona, but here we are. it is a tourist plagued city but we love it anyways. my favorite is the cuban inspirted plazas, with their palm trees and falafel stands. and we went out to el born area, bars dotting the beach. we got to know our roommates: 2 sarcastic and macho germans, glistening muscles and chinese character tattoos and speedos. and 4 aussies loud and obnoxious, waking us up at 6am with their burps and farts and incomprehensible accents. sleeping with 6 guys is quite the adventure. anyawys, i think we are making some sort of friends, and if not, atleast some sort of memories.

oh and spain won the world cup BOOYAonly in these occasions do you celebrate with welsh, aussies, germans, and brits all in one gigantic party..those couple nights took a week of solid recovery.

el sol

July 6, 2010

i am so happy and loving everything. the green hills, the frothy sea, the galician (and asturian) accent, the content cows, and the creamy cheese! my heart is finally where it belongs, right here in spain, and i had forgotten. i feel like i belong here. ive been having atleast 3 beers and 3 coffees a day. this is a sign of civilization. not to mention swimming in the ocean twice a day. anyways, life couldnt be better.
tomorrow, to madrid.
a rockabilly style bar and the whole time the music was swing dancing and  we had margaritas with my aunt and danced. i need to move to spain like asap

i am in england

July 2, 2010

the air is full of volume and green and haze. my adventure is about to commence. i am jetlagged. i finished the elegance of the hedgehog and am awed by barbery’s mastery of language and description.

here she describes trees:

there’s so much humanity in a love of trees, so much nostalgia for our first sense of wonder, so much power in just feeling our own significance when we are surrounded by nature…yes, that’s it: just thinking about trees and their indifferent majesty and our love for them teaches us how ridiculous we are-vile parasites squirming on the surface of the earth-and at the same time how deserving of life we can be, when we can honor this beauty that owes us nothing (p.169)

here, inspiration:

when the music stops, everyone applauds, their faces all lit up, the choir radiant. it is so beautiful. in the end, i wonder if the true movement of the world might not be raised in a song. (p.185)

here, something close to love:

that is the way a summer rain can take hold in you-like a new heart, beating in time with another’s. (p.233)

here, a girl who find is exemplary of 78% of nyc youth/nyu, i also echo the narrator’s scorn:

[she was] a sort of tall blond leek who dresses like a peniless bohemian. if there is one thing i despise, it is the perverse affectation of rich people who go around dressing as if they were poor, in second-hand clothes, ill-fitting gray wool bonnets, socks full of holes, and flowered shirts under threadbare sweaters. not only is it ugly, it is also insulting: nothing is more despicable than a rich man’s scorn for a poor man’s longing. (p.242)

and my favorite, the last paragraph of the book:

thinking back on it, this evening, with my heart and my stomach all like jelly, i have finally concluded, maybe that’s what life is about: there’s a lot of despair, but also the odd moment of beauty, where time is no longer the same. it’s as if those strains of music created a sort of interlude in time, something suspended, an elsewhere that had come to us, an always within a never. Yes, that’s it, an always within never. (p.325)

right, that is what id call an infinite moment! anyhow, i am off tomorrow to la coruna and know i will miss the accent, the cyclists, the ivy, and the old bricks of oxford. typically i do.