Sunday, February 6, 2011

These are the people in your neighborhood, your neighborhood, your neigh-bor-hooood

Hi there, Annabel and Eric here to give you an update on the neighborhood.  There will actually be more buildings than people, but so it goes.  Yo.  Let's start with the morning, and some of the folks we wait with at the bus stop.



This isn't the full crowd, but it's the ones who are usually there waiting for the bus to the Colegio Ingles. The bottom picture features Annabel's friend Aitana and her amazingly adorably beyond cute little sister Amanda.

Bonobus.

[Random comments such as that one are from Annabel.  That is, by the way, the name of our city bus pass.]

Back in 2004 Annabel and Aitana were the only two kids who got on and off at this stop, and by coincidence that only other kid happened to be in Annabel's class, and we became friends with her family.  But the school has more than doubled its enrollment in the last seven years, and now there's a fair crowd at the bus stop, sometimes different folks in the morning and afternoon, "los padres (y abuelos) de la parada."



These are a couple of views from our neighborhood, one looking south toward the cathedral and the center of the city, with the Cantabrian Range in the background, and the other looking west at some new apartments and an old church up behind our apartment, with the local viewpoint hill, Naranco, in the background.  You may just be able to make out the giant Jesus on the left along the skyline.

Swatch.

We'd like to kick our new soccer ball around that field in the foreground of the top picture, but it's primary function is to service dogs, and even if we exercise our futbol skills to dodge the poop, it's hard to forget about all the pee everywhere that we can't see.  Plus people look at us funny when we walk on the grass, even though there are no rules against it.  We saw some young people throwing frisbee on that grass this afternoon, and we knew immediately that they were Americans, for any number of reasons, but including the fact that they were playing on that grass.

Onion.

Annabel has started dance class, but it's a mixed class, half ballet and half Spanish (flamenco) dance.  She likes learning the new stuff, and also the more relaxed atmosphere that allows students to wear somewhat more varied dance clothes.  The skirt and shoes and castanets in this picture are, however, required.


That one was taken in our living room, of course.  Time to go back outside.  And then time to go back inside, to Annabel's room.



The Hotel Carbayon, in that reddish building in the top picture, is where you'd stay if you were visiting us (and where some of you will stay when you visit us), but I like this picture also because it shows a couple of attractive buildings in the neighborhood.  Such an astounding contrast between Athens, where almost all the buildings are the same cream color, and Oviedo, where there is an effort to make almost every building look different from the ones around it.

Tennis racquet.

And finally, Annabel in her room in front of her beloved Dr. Who poster.

 and now ME!!(Annabel)Dad got it wrong.It's DOCTOR who not DR.who.           Dalek... EXTERMINATE!!!!!!!!!


Thursday, February 3, 2011

In Catalunya

The major excursion of the semester for Alex's students was last weekend in Barcelona, and a very good time was had by all.  Eric even managed to play Magic, although it cost him mightily in karmaesthetic points--he missed seeing the interior of the Sagrada Familia, which Annabel said was the most amazing place she'd ever been in.  Of course, he also missed out on the 3-kilometer-long line to get in...

At least I got to see lots of other Gaudi, including the interior and roof of the Pedrera, which Julie and I passed on last time we were in Barcelona because of the long line.  Not this time--no line at all.  You have the official tourist link, but I'll stick in a few of my own pictures of this truly astounding apartment building.






Apologies to Ryan for the group shot--it was the only one of all of Alex's students that also had Annabel in it.  (Don't worry, I've got better ones to pass on to Ryan.)  And of course the second-last one isn't the Casa Mila, it's the Sagrada Familia from the Casa Mila.  Nice when your fabulous works of architecture happen to have amazing views of your other fabulous buildings, no?

We had wonderful food the whole time we were in Barcelona, better than we've had in Spain so far, but it did make me think about how important food has been to me during these months abroad.  I seem to spend an inordinate amount of time thinking about it, buying it, eating it, cooking it, and looking around for the best opportunities to do any of those things.  I have the buddha belly to show for it, but it also makes me wonder how much of a hedonist/materialist/gourmand/meat-puppet I've become.  If I'd been putting a fraction of the time I've spent in pursuit of good food into writing poems, for instance, I'd have produced a whole Greco-Spanish book by now.

We stayed in what we came to call "the hostile" with the students, with reservations made by AHA, and I remembered the first overnight excursion back in 2004 in a loud and cramped hostel, then opted out for better digs on subsequent Oviedo excursions.  (In La Corunya in 2004 we were extremely lucky and got a free upgrade at our hotel to a room with spectacular windows and a view of the dolphins in the harbor the next morning.)  I have a new appreciation for the one- and two-star hotels into which the Athens Centre booked us on our Greek excursions, and I apologize now, well after the fact, for taking those accommodations for granted.

One of the highlights of the trip for me was having a couple of beers with Raul Rabionet i Janssen, a senior Magic judge with excellent language skills who welcomed me to Barcelona and to Spain.  For those few readers of this blog with an interest in Magic, he happened to win a Sealed PTQ in which a bunch of senior Spanish judges played just for fun, and now finds himself on the other side of the table, as it were, preparing to play on the Pro Tour.  Jim, this could be you one day!

The best thing about our hostel was the location, right in the Barrio Gotico, just a couple of blocks of Las Ramblas.  We had a lot of fun just walking around, especially up and down Las Ramblas.  I didn't always have my camera along, but Annabel got this picture of the best of the many "statues" that were posing along the promenade.  Don't ask me how he does it--my best guess was some kind of giant magnet.


We are not generally fans of these statue-performers--too much like mimes--but it was fun just mixing in the big city crowd, especially at night, and Annabel really liked watching some of the painters and dancers.

On our last half-day we went over to Barceloneta, the neighborhood where we stayed with Julie for a week in 2007, just to visit our old digs.  Of course we had some excellent seafood, and even managed a little bit of beach time, although bundled up and some distance from the crashing waves.  I'll leave you with one of the pictures I posted on Facebook.  (It looks deceptively calm out there, but there were actually some very big waves booming in, and a few surfers to watch.)  Hasta pronto.