Next Segment: Traveling in Spain and Morocco

Tomorrow morning I leave for the next segment of my itinerary: travel in Southern Spain and Morocco. The following maps show exactly where I'll be going:

First, I travel the itinerary shown on the map on the left. Then a solo week at a kasbah outside Marrakech, followed by the itinerary shown on the map at right. And after all that, back to Spain for a month of Spanish study in Granada.

BUT FIRST, THE DREADFUL TRAVEL DAY
I don't want to lug all my city/school clothes around Morocco for a month, so I have arranged to store them at the Granada Spanish school. But to pull this off I have a horrible travel day ahead of me tomorrow:

-taxi to train station
-2 hr train ride from Cadiz to Sevilla
-1 hr layover
-3 hr train ride from Sevilla to Granada
-2 hr layover during which time I will take a taxi to the Granada school, drop off some luggage, then return to the train station
-1.5 hr train ride from Granada to Bobadilla
-1 hr layover
-1.5 hr train ride from Bobadilla to Malaga
-taxi to hotel

I could have saved myself an hour and about $20 by taking buses instead but (1) the bus drivers for the line servicing Cadiz were on strike as of last week, and (2) trains are just so much more comfortable.

Wish me luck!

A bit of Old Cadiz


Time to Go Slow
It's been a leisurely five days here in Cadiz. I didn't actually do much sightseeing-- probably only about three hours in total, in fact. The interesting part of Cadiz--the old town--is fairly small, so I was able to quickly see all that I wanted to see, then get back to the serious business of relaxing.

I did make almost daily laps of the Cadiz "coastal walk", an atmospheric and breezy walkway on top of the old city wall that snakes around the edge of the peninsula. The photo at right shows one of the many small watchtowers that line the walkway. The image below shows the many fishing boats stranded during low tide in front of the Castillo (castle) de Santa Catalina.


Cadiz's Castillos
I visited Cadiz's Castillo de Santa Catalina today, and truthfully, it's a bit boring inside. It does have a moat though! Moats are cool. I really like moats. They remind me of learning about the Middle Ages in 7th grade and thinking that it was all just a bunch of hooey. Moats, damsels in distress, knights in shining armour...come on. It was all just too fantastical for my 13 year old sensibilities. Eventually I did give in
and believe in the whole 'Middle Ages' myth--probably around high school, but to be honest it took actually seeing castle after castle in Europe during my 20s before I could realllly embrace it.

For those of you that have unfortunately been to Florida (he he)...the castillo reminds me a lot of St. Augustine's fort, also built by the Spanish. They might have been built about the same time but maybe not. It's after midnight so I don't feel like googling it. But you can. :) At right is a period diagram plus an aerial model...to show you what I mean about the similarities.

Only about 1/2 mile away is another seaside castle, the 18th century Castillo de San Sebastian. They both seem more like forts than castles to me, but eh, semantics.

Unfortunately this fort, I mean castle, is closed to visitors, but I did walk out the long causeway to it's gate. It was low tide, so from the shore it looked a lot like a very small Spanish version of France's Mont Saint-Michel. With all the exposed rock at low tide it was quite a pretty scene so I stitched together four images to make the below panoramic shot. (I did so while watching CNN drone on and on about the US election...this is not make me miss television at all).


Cadiz's Towers
Yesterday I didn't leave the hotel until 4pm. Seriously. I did visit the hotel cafe for lunch ($16 for a club sandwich and Diet Coke, what a steal!) but that's inside the hotel so it doesn't count.

When I did finally set foot outside, I figured I'd better cram in some exercise so I decided to climb two of Cadiz's many towers. First, I climbed the cathedral's main tower and caught the beautiful views from the top (right and below.)

Next I climbed the Torre Tavira, the highest and most important of the city's old watchtowers.

In the 18th century, Cadiz was a booming port, enjoying 75% of Spanish trade with the Americas! Whoa! In fact, Columbus actually set sail from Cadiz on his second and fourth voyages. During this time, Cadiz became the richest and most cosmopolitan city in Spain. Many glorious mansions were built, complete with tall towers on top in order to watch the comings and goings of the great ships. In fact, in its heyday, Cadiz had no less than 160 towers! Today 127 remain, and from the top of the Torre Tavira, I could make out many of them.

I have sloppily circled some in the photo below to give you an idea.


And in case I haven't gone on and on enough about Spain's narrow streets, I'm gonna go ahead and do so a bit more. The black stripe down the middle of the photo at left is Cadiz Old Town's WIDEST street...only wide enough for one car!

Again, people do live here
Ooops, didn't take people shots again. Morocco will change that. I do have one people shot to share. A lots-of-people shot. Below is a stitched together shot of Plaza San Antonio on Easter Sunday, full of families out enjoying the sun and each other. Great spot to people watch.

And one last thing too important not to mention...
Cadiz is probably the oldest city in Europe. It was founded as a trading base for the Phoenicians way back in 1100 BC. Cool, eh?

Farewell Sevilla, Heading to Cadiz

On Saturday I bid farewell to Sevilla and took a 1.5 hour train ride to the coastal city of Cadiz, where I am right now.  I enjoyed my time in Sevilla, but I was definitely ready to move on. All those Semana Santa crowds plus the hours I was keeping between classes and sightseeing....phew, enough!

FAREWELL TO MORE NEW FRIENDS
The problem with traveling and meeting great new friends from all over the world is that there are so many goodbyes. In Seville, I spent my Semana Santa days with Gilda, a NY resident who is taking a one-year career break, spending most of it in Italy learning the language. And, after the Italian teachers moved out, a very nice, very energetic French Canadian couple moved into the house, and I had great dinners talking with them about all manner of subjects. You really do meet such interesting people when traveling.

"Nothing Compares to You"


I can travel all over the world, have exciting new experiences, meet new remarkable people, learn fascinating new things. But nothing compares. Nothing compares to Warren.

I can't get that Sinead O'Conner song out of my head. It pops in at least five or six times a day, at times when I realize that regardless of what I am doing at the moment, it's just not the same without my Warren. Nothing could ever compare.

I miss you Warren. Me without you is as wrong today as it was on October 18, 2006. I will continue to hold to the possibility of 'someday'.

Clearing out the Sevilla folder, part 2

I have just a few more pictures of Sevilla to share. Such a pretty city!




PRETTY PARKS
I love the parks of Sevilla, so low key and full of diverse, leavy vegetation and giant, buttressed trees.

Sevillanos definitely take advantage of their parks, particularly in the late afternoon with family or a good book.


PEOPLE DO ACTUALLY LIVE IN SEVILLA
I've noticed that I have an overabundance of building photos. Snooze. I need to take more people shots...that's more interesting (to me, at least). Here are a few of the shots with people that I did take. As with Madrid, great storefronts! And sidewalk cafe dining is king in Sevilla. It's often near impossible to find a spot, but does create a friendly, pleasant atmosphere.


MORE STREET PERFORMERS
There is an 'invisible man' that sets up 'shop' outside the cathedral, and leaves the kids spellbound! He attaches his hat to a post, zips his head into his jacket, and has a fake invisible dog leash. When someone puts a coin in his jar, he makes Herbie Hancock noises, moves around like a robot, shakes their hand, then pats his invisible dog on the head. So simple, but hillarious to see the kids faces.

And Dad, there are a lot of accordian players here in Seville. You would feel right at home! My dad played accordian as a kid, and he just LOVES when we tell people that. :)

Semana Santa 101

It's hard to put into words what I have just experienced during Sevilla's Easter Week. Perhaps the pictures will speak for themselves. To help explain what Semana Santa is all about, I have made the following brief Semana Santa 101:

Every day during the seven days leading up to Easter Sunday, richly bedecked, life sized pasos depicting scenes from the Easter story are carried from Seville's churches through the streets to the cathedral accompanied by processions that often takemore than an hour to pass. These rites took on their present form in the 17th century, when many of the 'pasos'--some of which are supreme works of art--were created."

A 'paso' is a kind of portable altar or processional platform on which an episode of the gospel is represented. Each participating parish, church, or chapel has at least two pasos--one depicting Jesus, usually alone, crucified or carrying the cross, and the other depicting a sorrowful Virgin under a canopy.

Some churches have one or two pasos in addition to the main above ones. These additional pasos each depict a portion of the Easter story, and are much more elaborate. I soon learned to seek out these processions first, and found myself unable to just let them pass by. I had to walk along side them, drawn in by their enormous size, expressive artwork, and rhythmic movement.

The pasos move thanks to 'costaleros'—-the men under the platform-—that carrying the weight of the paso on their shoulders, "moving in a hypnotic swaying motion to the rythmn of their accompanying bands and the commands of their capitaz (leader), who strikes a bell to start and stop the paso (For more on the costaleros, see my earlier Semana Santa Preparations entry.)

Each pair of pasos has up to 3,000 costumed followers, known as Nazarenos. Most wear tall Klu-Klux-Klan type capes, which cover their heads except for eyeslits. It should be noted that Nazarenos wore these costumes for several centuries before the KKK even existed. Apparently the founding KKK leaders took their inspiration from seeing the Nazarenos outfits, but there is no other connection aside from that. In Spain, the attire of the Nazareno is a sacred costume, to be worn only during Semana Santa and only with the upmost reverence.

Many Nazarenos participate in order to give thanks and ask for blessings.

However, some Nazarenos are penitents--'sinners' who carry a cross on their shoulders and even go barefoot. The hood originates from this type of Nazareno, implying that the identity of the penitent is known only to God.

Some processions are accompanied by one or even two large bands playing special music used only for Semana Santa. There are some processions that are carried out entirely in silence, but for me the addition of the music made the experience so powerful that I eventually decided to attend just the accompanied processions.
Sometimes, someone in the audience will spontaneous start singing a 'saeta'--a special Semana Santa song that is strongly influenced by Flamenco and sounds like opera. When a saeta starts, the entire crowd falls silent and the procession stops to listen. I was lucky to witness saetas on a number of occassions, and got goosebumps several times.

The processions don't just wander through the streets. Each day from Palm Sunday to Good Friday, seven or eight churches send out pasos in the afternoon or early evening, all headed on a specified route toward the main Cathedral. They pass through the Cathedral, then head back 'home' again. Although the routes vary according to the location of the church, there is an 'official route' for the last portion of the journey, and seats along that portion (shown at left below) provide the best viewing opportunity. Unfortunately the seats are reserved and impossible to get, as they are kept within the family for generations upon generations.

The shortest route takes about 4 hours, the longest ones 14 hours. I snapped the photo of this procession participant catching a little shut-eye at the 13th hour of his procession.

The processions were incredibly crowded, which occassionally made me wonder if it was all worth it. (It was!) The crowds were so large I couldn't capture them all with one shot, so below is my stitched-together attempt to show one crowd gathered to watch a paso leave its cathedral.

(Alright, I'm losing steam here. The rest is going to be short...) On Thursdays, women throughout Sevilla wear special black attire in commemoration of the death of Jesus. The special headpiece is called the mantilla.

Semana Santa isn't just for adults. Children participate in the processions as well. Altar boys carry staffs, swing incense burners...

...and young kids participate by passing out candies, walking along as a Nazareno (the non-penitent type), and even running around at night collecting the dripping wax from the candles of the Nazarenos to create giant wax balls. I wondered if Spanish children found the sight of the Nazarenos frightening, but it appears as though Spaniards have done a good job of making the holiday a positive, fun experience for children as well as adults.

Phew! I hope that wasn't too much to digest in one sitting. I suppose it would have been good to include some of my personal experiences during the week, but it took a week of viewing the processions for me to figure all this out, so I decided to focus on getting it all down 'on paper' before I forget any of it.

What a week!

Scenes from Semana Santa

Here are some additional scenes from Semana Santa in Sevilla:







Success for the Warren Parkes Memorial Fund

GREAT NEWS!
Thanks to your donations to the Warren Parkes Memorial Fund, three small business owners have improved their businesses and their lives. I just got word this week that we have received full repayment from three of the nine businesses that were part of the Fund's first round of recipients. And, I just checked our profile on Kiva, and the remaining six recipients are all making payments as scheduled and should fulfill their loans soon as well.

THE FIRST THREE SUCCESS STORIES
Together, in Warren's memory, we helped:

(1) Small grocery store owner Blanca from Honduras to increase her inventory and grow her customer base.

(2) Embroidery company owner Habiba from Afghanistan to buy three sewing machines (for her apprentices) to attract more clients.

(3) Used clothing vendor Maria from Mexico to increase her inventory to allow her to start selling at a local market.

NEW LOANS
The returned loan money has now been reloaned to the following three small business owners (photos and text from Kiva's website). I'll keep you posted on their progress, as well as the other six recipients.


Koffi from Togo (Africa)
Koffi Sowonou is the man sitting on the far left. The others in the photo are his apprentices who are learning the trade of tailoring. Mr. Sowonou is 45 years old and the father of 6 children. His tailor shop is located in Avenonou, a small village located about 120 kilometers from Lomé, the Togolese capital. With this loan, he would like to buy 3 sewing machines as well as fabrics suitable for men, to make clothes to sell to his clients. He hopes that with this loan he will be able to expand his business and with the profits he will gain from making and selling more clothes, he will be better able to cater for the needs of his family.

Heab from Cambodia (Asia)
Mrs. Heab Kong, 29, is a mother of three children that stays at home looking after the children and cooking food for her family members. After the house work, she works as a tailor and normally earns around $4 a day. Her husband supports the family as a motor-taxi driver, making around $3.50 a day of profit. To increase their standard of living they request to loan from Kiva to purchase another motor-taxi for their son to run as a business.

Macario from Ecuador (South America)
Macario is in the business of selling clothes and other items. He travels around the community and also to the rural sector, specifically targeting friends, family, and acquaintances. Macario has been selling clothes for about six years. Although his business is somewhat profitable, it does not always provide enough for him and his family. Therefore, Macario also buys and sells rice. He travels in his truck to rural Ecuador where he buys directly from the rice farmers. He sells the rice to many small stores around Guayaquil. Macario is on his third loan with this organization. He has proven to be a very responsible client who is a savvy investor. With this loan he wants to buy more school supplies as he knows that the new school semester is approaching and kids will be looking to restock. Macario is 53 years old and has two kids. His wife works as a housecleaner and sometimes gets jobs taking care of the elderly.

IF YOU ARE NOT FAMILIAR WITH KIVA...
The Warren Parkes Memorial Fund uses Kiva, a nonprofit organization that "lets you lend to a specific entrepreneur in the developing world—empowering them to lift themselves out of poverty." The loan amounts are small ("micro-loans") but sometimes a few hundred dollars is all that a small business owner in a developing country needs to completely change their lives! Check them out for yourself at www.kiva.org.

The Mezquita at Cordoba

On Saturday, I took a one hour train ride to nearby Cordoba to see the famous Cordoba Mesquita (mosque), with its rows and rows of red-and-white stripped arches disappearing off into infinity.


CORDOBA 101
I didn´t know much about Cordoba before coming to Spain, which is actually quite surprising considering the historical importance of this city. In case I´m not the only one who apparently missed the day Cordoba was discussed in history class, here´s a short synopsis (largely borrowed from Lonely Planet):

Founded in 152 BC, Cordoba (then Corduba) was a major Roman cultural center, provincial capital of Baetica and the birthplace of the writers Seneca and Lucan.

In 711 AD, Cordoba fell to the Muslim invaders and soon became the Islamic capital on the Iberian peninsula (home of modern Spain and Portugal). At its heyday (912-961 AD), Cordoba was the biggest city in Western Europe, with a population between 100,000 and 500,000. It had dazzling mosques, patios, libraries, observatories, a university, and aqueducts. The city became a place of pilgrimage for Muslims who could not reach Mecca or Jerusalem as well as a major multicultural center for scholarship, frequented by Jewish, Arab and Christian scholars. While the rest of Europe languished in the Dark Ages, the sciences, astronomy, mathematics and philosophy were thriving in a religiously tolerant Muslim Cordoba.

Eventually the city was recaptured by the armies of Fernando III of Castile in 1236, after which it experienced centuries of decline that only began to be reversed with the coming of industry in the late 19th century.


WHY JUST THE MOSQUE?
I have recently embarked on a serious exertion-minimization program. I´m tired. Between 4-6 hours a day of classes plus seeing the sights and going on weekend excursions, I´m exhausted! I have one more week to push through (Semana Santa in Sevilla) and then I am taking five days to relax in Cadiz, a beach town on the southwest coast of Spain.

So, in line with my exertion-minimization program (sounds so official, eh?), I went to Cordoba--one hour outside of Sevilla by train--just to see the famous mosque, and nothing else. Not the cathedral, not the Alcazar (castle), not the labyrinth of medieval streets in the city´s historic center. I went for the mesquita and then I went back to Sevilla. In fact, I didn´t even bother to leave for Cordoba until 12:30 in the afternoon.

THE MOSQUE
What an experience! Cordoba´s mosque is so unique and atmospheric, from its endless arches and intricate woodwork:

to its shimmering golden mosaics that line the walls of the maskura, where the caliphs and their retinues would have prayed.

I loved all the scalloped arches, and the bursts of red throughout the enormous building (23,000 square meters!)

After the Christian reconquest of Cordoba, the mosque´s interior underwent significant alterations, including a 16th century capilla plunked right down in the middle. During my visit, I avoided these altered portions, so incongruous with what was surely a fantastic building to start with. And actually, not everyone was in favor of these Christian alterations. After seeing the Christian alterations, King Carlos I is reputed to have exclaimed to the church authorities, ¨You have destroyed something that was unique in the world.¨ I don´t think it´s destroyed, per se, but then again I never saw it before it was altered.

CORDOBA'S GATE
I entered the old town through a gate in Cordoba´s old city walls, so I snapped a few pictures and stitched them together, below:


WHEN ONE DOOR JUST WON'T DO
And I couldn´t help taking a picture of one the many courtyard patios that I passed en route to the Mesquita. I covet these patios!

Clearing out the Sevilla folder, part 1

I am determined not to get too behind on my journal, so this entry (and another one tomorrow) will be my jumbled attempt to clear out my Sevilla pictures folder before boarding the train out of here on Saturday. Let´s call this jumbled entry ¨Sevilla´s major buildings.¨


Torre de Oro

This 13th century riverbank Islamic watchtower once crowned a corner of Sevilla´s city walls. It´s called the ´tower of gold´ because either (1) according to my guidebook, the dome was once covered in golden tiles, or (2) according to my Spanish teacher, this is where the conquistadors stored their New World booty upon returning to Sevilla. No offense against Moises, but I think the guidebook is more reputable on this one.

By the way, this is an ongoing problem for me. I get lots of conflicting stories on the origins of places, characteristics, etc. Like the prevalence of interior courtyards in Andalucia, for instance, which date to (1) when the Romans ruled the area, or (2) when the Muslims ruled the area. I´ve heard both, several times, and both are probably true. Who knows. In short, it´s probably best to not take what I say on this sight as the absolute truth, okay. :)

Plaza de Espana

This monstrous plaza is a highlight for many tourists visiting Seville. I didn´t particularly care for it. Built for the 1929 International Fair, it´s the epitome of World´s Fair-style building--enormous structures demonstrating zero restraint toward a particular style, in this case typically Andalusian tilework. ¨Over the top¨ is an understatement for this structure. Actually, it was on this spot in 1930 that humankind learned that valuable lesson that more is not always better. Okay, not really, but it sure could be. The photos don´t really convey what I am droning on and on about, so I´ll end the rant here. (I don´t want someone to send me a virus!)

Below is a stitched together panorama of part of the Plaza. Imagine 10% more on the left and 30% more on the right, and that will give you an idea of the size.



Fabrica de Tabacos

"Today´s university was yesterday´s fabrica de tabacos (tobacco factory), which employed 10,000 young female cigareras--including the saucy femme fatale of Bizet´s opera Carmen. In the 18th century it was the second-largest building in Spain, after El Escorial.¨ (Rick Steves)

This building is extremely large and ornate for a factory! I especially enjoyed looking at the reliefs on the exterior of the building, like the smoking Native Americans.

When I was there, the school was bustling with students, and the interior courtyards looked like such a welcoming place to study that it made me sad for my long lost college years.



And lastly, the Cathedral

Sevilla´s cathedral is the third largest church in Europe (after the Vatican´s St Peters and London´s St Paul´s) and the largest Gothic church anywhere in the world. And yet, I still haven´t so much as peaked inside. I´m a little churched-out at the moment, but a month of viewing mosques in Morocco should cure me. Who knows, I still have almost a week in Sevilla. It might still happen.

Doing a Little Remodeling

I'm currently revising this blog,  trying to get everything in one place. That means everything will be a mess for awhile.