#buniontalk

I've never considered myself much of a runner.  Running is something I took up because I have the coordination of a newborn colt, and the grace and swiftness in athletic movements of a three-legged cat -- which prevents me from enjoying/contributing in organized sporting activities.  Even the intermural ones. Not to mention the fact that I love napping -- and staying indoors when it's raining.  About two years ago I had a spell where I got really into running mainly because the gym Charlie and I joined had personal TVs on each treadmill.

Real runners zen-out when they run, move with swiftness and majesty, know exactly when to load up on Gatorade and have definitive reasons/clear positions in the morning v. evening running time and pre v. post stretching debates.

In spite of the large chasm between myself and all the real runners of the world -- I made the hair-brained decision to start training for a marathon a few months back.  And, GUYZ - after dedicating months and pretty much all my free time to running + the discovery that I started sending text messages like the one below  -- I think that I mayyy  have reached real-runnerdom status:

{I have arrived. O-fficially}

I have no idea how to feel about said arrival or where to go from here.

A Kentucky-kind of morn

He makes me lie down in green pastures.  He leads me beside still waters.  He restores my soul. {Ps.23.2}

A weekend ago was my last in Kentucky for a bit.  Mom and I decided to wake up early and head over to Southland to volunteer in the Community Gardens.  We spent the morning picking raspberries and seeking out the most-perfect among many tomatoes.

While I was initially reluctant to rise early -- I find myself now in DC reflecting on the past weekend

and being drawn to the simplicity, quiet, and lovely way we spent the morning above all else.  The moments of that morn blended together so beautifully that it felt like sacred time -- the tranquility of dawn, interrupted in gleeful bursts of children's cries from the soccer field nearby;  Mom chuckling at my ineptness in the realm of gardening and her quick and sage advice on finding the tomatoes that were actually ripe-for-the-pickin'.

At one point, a few little boys wandered over to help us pick raspberries -- their exclamations and rapt attention to the cause added joy to the already lovely endeavor.  We even found a wolly worm and marveled and laughed together at it's fuzziness and the way it creepy-crawled along.

Kentucky -- I miss your autumn mornings already.

from the fog.

Back from the blogging hiatus for a new york minute.  This week has been ponderous - infused with an abundance and bizarre amalgamation of happenings+feelings.

I am le tired and can't really articulate anything or pull much out of my head (as evidenced by the previous sentence), so instead I've been ruminating over these quotes:

One reason we rush so quickly to the vulgar satisfactions of judgment, and love to revel in our righteous outrage, is that it spares us from the impotent pain of empathy, and the harder, messier work of understanding.

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Perhaps the reason we so often experience happiness only in hindsight, and that chasing it is such a fool’s errand, is that happiness isn’t a goal in itself but is only an aftereffect. It’s the consequence of having lived in the way that we’re supposed to — by which I don’t mean ethically correctly so much as just consciously, fully engaged in the business of living. In this respect it resembles averted vision, a phenomena familiar to backyard astronomers whereby, in order to pick out a very faint star, you have to let your gaze drift casually to the space just next to it; if you look directly at it, it vanishes. And it’s also true, come to think of it, that the only stars we ever see are not the “real” stars, those cataclysms taking place in the present, but always only the light of the untouchable past.

{-T.Kreider -- both via We Learn Nothing}

Madrid and the wrap-up.

Writing my final Greece/Spain travel blog makes the end of our trip feel o-fficial.  Combine this with my gifted-ness in the art of procrastination, and you end up with the Madrid blog post almost two-months since our departure.

Le sigh. So it goes in the land of writer's block and woolgathering.

{bullfighting ring with Sarah!}

Even though much time has lapsed -- our time in Madrid still stands our clearly in my mind.  We arrived on Friday evening and met up with my friend, Sarah, who spent her summer in Madrid interning and working on some really cool independent projects on the side.  

Sarah set the bar for Madrid high, taking us to this fantastic Chinese place. It was attached to a parking lot (?!) underneath the Plaza de España, and it was awesome.  I knew it was going to be good when the place was packed out at 8pm (a very early dinner time in Spain).  We wound down the evening with a stroll to the Royal Palace, National Cathedral, and Plaza Mayor.

Saturday (and Sunday) we had breakfast at a churro place Sarah recommended (that was fabulous).  We spent the weekend touring the city. A highlight was the visit to the Museo Nacional El Prado, where we got to see Goya's Las Meninas.  (The experience was augmented by having seen Picasso's study of the work at the Picasso museum in Barcelona.)  

Sarah also spent a good chunk of the weekend showing us all over the city -- we saw the bullfighting ring, went to see the Temple of Debod (an Egyptian temple rebuilt in Madrid).  The temple grounds boasted an awesome view of the city, as well as a great fountain to dip one's toes in and cool off during a hot afternoon.  We also partook in vino tintos (and for Mom, a Dr. Pepper!) on a rooftop bar.  Plus, we ventured into a huge and bustling Sunday market -- where I finally caved and purchased these pants that are strangely popular all over Europe.  (Charlie calls them my 'MCHammer pants.'  The purchase was meant to be ironic/grounded in 90's nostalgia -- but it turns out the pants are actually really comfortable.)

Monday we toured the Royal Palace - which is still the official residence of the Spanish Royal Family (although it is really only used for state ceremonies).  The palace was incredible - one room was done up in floor-to-ceiling with ornate, porcelain decor.  Another room was converted into a 1920s-esque wooden billiards space (and in doing so they just, you know - covered an old fresco with wood paneling to make sure the room fit the theme.  Because, who needs that classical, beautiful fresco when you have a dozen others scattered throughout the public half of your city-home?)

Then we went into the Almudena Cathedral.  (Sidenote -- from personal experience and through conversations with friends - I've discovered the "Although it's ridiculous when you say it aloud -- after a while all the cathedrals start looking alike"  seems to be a quiet, but universally shared, experience. And this sentiment was pretty much my take on cathedrals by this juncture of the trip.)

But alas, the Almudena Cathedral had pleasant surprises tucked away everywhere.  The cathedral wasn't finished until 1994 -- and thus the interior is uniquely modern.  Touring this cathedral was an "a-ha!" moment of sorts, as I found myself reflecting on how much I'd under-appreciated all the previous cathedrals I'd seen that were decorated in the more traditional gothic and neo-classical styles.  I was drawn to this cathedral (same went with the Sagrada Familia), which was decorated in a more contemporary style.  (This led me to deeper reflections on how the practices and structures of faith morph across time and culture to be more palpable and approachable, but let's save that for a rainy day.)

{be still, my beating heart.}

Anyway. The Royal Palace and Almudena Cathedral, each in their own majesty, were just a small taste of the greatness of the day.  We spent that afternoon at The Reina Sofia. Again, I had a complete lack of expectations for the museum (my limited knowledge was that it housed Picasso's Guernica), and thus my experience superseded everything I had anticipated.  The best part was in approaching the museum -- and discovering that the museum was hosting a special Dalí exhibit.  (Ellie: say helllllo to that feeling you get on Christmas morning!)

If you ever go to Spain, carve out a solid half-day for the Reina Sofia, and at least thirty minutes to take in Guernica.  What was most interesting for me was the juxtaposition of the hugeness of Guernica with the smallness of The Persistence of Memory, a painting I've been waiting my whole life to see. Words are lacking to capture everything I absorbed in that museum (kind of the point of art, huh?).  And so, as the Reina Sofia was the last stop of our trip - I will simply wind down this post with Barb and Ellie's finds from the Dalí exhibit:

a) 

 The lobster telephone, which my Mom (who spent a portion of her childhood in Maine) loved.

b)  This, tripped-out but awesome, collaboration between Dalí and Disney.

And so ended the trip of a lifetime.  Thanks to my partner (in crime?!), brother, grandparents, cousins, fellow-friend travelers, aunt and uncle, Barb,  Thomas,  and countless others who made it possible.  And thanks most of all to my mom, a world traveler, endurer of endless flights, navigator of narrow and bustling streets, and co-reveler in the simple beauty of all-things-new. 

Southern Spain Redux: From 2 countries to 3.5!

So, we've been home for like, two full weeks! I am going through a smidge of Euro-withdrawal and thus have been holding off on the final two blog posts so I don't sound TOO over-the-top in all of my travel gushing. But here is the (penultimate) travel post:

Post-Barcelona, Mom and I hopped on another plane and headed back down to Southern Spain.  My cousin Donna, her husband Sebastian, and their two kiddos live in Rota, Spain.  The spark for the trip (ultimately the highlight of our travels) was the chance spend to a few days visiting with them and to explore the surrounding cities/(countries).

Upon arrival, we had a low-key day which was a blend of rest, touring a Spanish bodega (we were in the sherry ‘triangle’ of the world after all), and visiting with the Stachowicz family.

Then! We decided to take the plunge and spend a day trip in Tangier.  I was on the fence about this, as I was worried just a day wouldn't do Morocco justice. While I still wish we'd had another week and could have made it to Fez and Marrakesh -- Tangier was a definite highlight.  We rode camels, went to the Cave of Hercules, strolled through the Kashbah, and explored the vibrant, crowded markets.

We spent another day exploring Cadiz.  Cadiz was another city that really surprised me with how much there was to see.  A small beach town, the city’s greatest claim is that it is the oldest city in Europe.  The city definitely boasts a ton of archeological and historic sites.  We spent a good chunk of our time in the Cathedral.  One of the most interesting aspects of the visit was that we were two of only a handful of tourists walking around.  The Cathedral might have been empty due to the visible disrepair and neglect, but Mom and I still enjoyed getting to take in the beauty of the architecture.  The crypt was particularly interesting -- it was the biggest we saw and felt very much... like a crypt. I couldn’t help but feel shivers run up my spine as we ambled up out of the stairwell after spending a few minutes exploring the space.  After that, Mom and I enjoyed a coastal stroll and ended our day playing a hand of cards and enjoying a vino tinto
in Park Genoves.

Finally, we spent a day (with Donna and Chris!) in Gibraltar.  We went up to the rock and saw the monkeys, which Mom really enjoyed.  I thought it was awesome to wander through the military tunnels and read about the various military engagements and strategic ways in which the tunnels were dug and used.  We wrapped up the day at the very lovely botanical gardens – which had one of the coolest playgrounds I’ve stumbled upon in years.

Friday we trekked out to the beach near Donna's house and then boarded our train back to Madrid, thus ending the jaunt through Andalusia.

And now for a brief ramble, yet again – on how the who trumps the where.  I’ll wind down this post by reaffirming how wonderful it was to visit with Donna and Seb, and their kiddos Jill and Chris.  With the lack of an older sibling, I've always looked up to my older cousins. Donna (and her husband, Seb) are kind of the archetype for awesome older cousins.  They’re brilliant and successful, dedicated parents, and really fun, well-traveled and interesting people to hang out with.  Most of all, they’re people who live out what it means to serve – as they’ve both been deployed overseas (Donna in Iraq, Seb in Afghanistan) and Sebastian is still active-duty in the Navy.

We whittled away the evening hours drinking good beer, eating good food (Seb introduced me to this fried bacon goodness-majig), hearing about one another’s travels, swapping family stories and talking about current issues in health and politics (without yelling, angst or blood-pressure inducement, even!).  We also closed off one night with an few rounds of Cards Against Humanity!

The time in Rota was a wonderful respite from hotels, museums and over-stimulation in general.  It was a time for patio-sitting and lingering over meals, crawling on hands and knees to chase after Chris or stealing away for a bedtime story with Jill.  It was a joy to get to experience a bit of Donna and Seb’s daily life when we so rarely get to see them, and to catch up on family stories that we’ve missed between the miles.

And on and on I could go.  I’ll end there – and will wrap up these posts with a final entry/general wrap-up including details from Madrid soon!

Barcelona: Gaudí galore

After a quick tour of Andalusia, Mom and I spent four-ish days in Barcelona. Barcelona was another city I'd initially left off the itinerary, just for praticality's sake (as its in Northeast Spain and we were focusing our time in the South).  However, my cousin Donna sent me info on cheap flights and spoke highly of the architecture and sights the city had to offer.  After this recommendation and discovering Mom and I would get to rendezvous with two of my close friends due to trip overlap, Mom and I were sold. 

Barcelona, a city of 1.6 million with 5mil in the greater city area, offered endless sights of incredible architecture, well-manicured plazas and narrow, maze-like streets that open up to ornate cathedrals and historic buildings.  Mom and I wanted to take it easy, so we focused our sights to exploring all the Gaudí buildings, perusing the Picasso museum and spent the last night strolling along the (packed!) beach.

Our favorite places were all Gaudí-related. Antonio Gaudí is a reknown architect, famous for his standout contributions as part of the Catalan Modernista movement.  We read a plaque about Gaudí in the Casa Mila which informed us that early on in his education (around the age of ~18) an instructor said he was "either insane or a genius."  His work has proven that he was surely the latter.  

What is most remarkable is how he studied every detail of his creations, and integrated other fields in which he was an expert craftsman (ceramics, stained glass, wrought iron forging, and carpentry) into his plans.*  He even created furniture pieces to blend into the homes he constructed.  (And in the infamous Park Guell he designed a public bench that is not only visually captivating-- with its wavy, colorful, tiled design -- but that is really comfortable!  History emphasizes how Gaudí also studied the human form and incorporated human use and interaction with his structures into his work.)

His approach to architecture is clearly multifaceted, but I think Mom and I were both drawn to the inspiration he derived from nature.  As a family big on hiking and camping (plus Mom's huge love for animals), we couldn't help but marvel at the forest-like columns in the Sagrada Familia or the seashell-like  spin of certain walls and facades at the Casa Mila.  Also, the 'tunnel' or 'cave-like' section of Park Guell felt like something out of Sendak's Where the Wild Things Are.  (As referenced here twice now, Spain seems to have clearly resonated with some deeper childlike frame of reference for me, at least when it comes to the unique architecture.)

Lastly, I would be remiss not to speak to the two greatest highlights of our time there:

Barcelona-wise, the Sagrada Familia was the most amazing building I think we've seen this trip.  Part of the wonder of this cathedral is wrapped up in story of the never-ending construction of the church -- our group kept commenting on and feeling flabbergasted about how, with modern technology, they can't make a big push and get 'er done (soonish?).  But additionallly, the evolution and variation of arcitecture over the years, and the uniqueness of Gaudi's vision, really left an impression in a way that other cathedrals lacked.

And then secondly, while way more low-key and not very specific to Barcelona, Mom and I had the chance to spend two days visiting with my friends, Marian and Forrest.  Marian and Forrest live in South Africa, so it was a rare treat to explore a really cool city with faraway friends.  While I loved all the hustle-bustle and energy of Barcelona, I will have an equally powerful remembrance of the city that is attached to the patio-sitting and lingering at restaurants, catching up on travels and all the details of life that we've missed between emails and gchat.  There's something about getting to squeeze the neck of one of my closest friends and lallygag around on holiday together that rivals, and even trumps, architectural wonders.

Enough sentimental gushing -- after Barcelona we were back in Southern Spain with family. So I'll save some of my rambling about the theme of how the 'who' of traveling often trumps the 'where', and write more about that and other adventures in a day or two.  Hasta pronto!

**

{pictures, from top-left & clockwise: ceiling of Sagrada familia; columns of Sagrada Familia, Casa Batlló; visiting with Marian!}

*via the wikipedia

** Sorry photos are lackluster - only able to upload IPhone photos right now

Andalucía: una fusión de todas cosas maravillosas

Since my last post, Mom and I have been busy taking Spain by storm (or more like -- Spain has taken us by storm?).  ? Anyway!  The main motive for the entire trip was a chance to visit my wonderful cousin and her family in Rota, Spain. Since it's impossible to trek through all of Spain in three weeks (although Lord knows, this far into our travels and I feel like Mom and I are pros/might-could have pulled it off) -- Mom and I decided to base our peripatetic-selves in Andalusia (Southern Spain).

Here are the cliff notes/main themes I've taken away from Southern Spain: resplendent Moorish architecture (which was likely seized during the Reconquista and buried beneath (mostly) gaudy Christian icons and the like), sangria (!) and jamón ibérico (ham made from black-hooved pigs that are fed acorns their whole lives), verdant patios and quaint European alleyways and streets to explore.  Although these things are overarching, here are the city-specific highlights from our quick jaunt through the region:

Córdoba

Here we toured the Mezquita (a former Mosque-turned-cathedral).  The cathedral is considered one of the most accomplished examples of Renaissance AND Moorish architecture. (Overachieve much, Mezquita?!) The arcaded hall, which you first encounter when you enter the cathedral, is made from from pieces of the Roman temple which previously occupied the space (and is comprised of jasper, granite, onyx, and marble).* The arches are huge and seem never-ending.  I found it akin to something I envisioned/imagined after reading Dr. Seuss books as a child.  But beyond the huge and imaginative aspect of it, there's a fascinating, added layer of seeing how the mezquita functions as a current church - while continuing to have a blend of Islamic and Christian touches throughout the building.

Mom and I also toured the Alcázar de los Reyes Cristianos.  (Alcázar is the Arabic word for 'palace'.) As per Andalusian tradition, this incredible Islamic fortress-palace was converted post-reconquista into the palace for the infamous Christian monarchs Ferdinand and Isabella.  The grounds were marvelous -- gardens beyond anything else I've ever seen. (Given, this is my legit first trip to Europe. And they were beat the next day by gardens in Granada, but I digress...)

Then, we rounded off our day with a fantastic meal (at a restaurant with live flamenco dancing) and attendance at the equestrian espectacular.  (horse fancy dancy!)

Córdoba gave us a bonus: we stumbled across an AWESOME rock-choir group in a square on our way home, which sang the likes of 'Bohemian Rhapsody' and 'Hey Jude' with much gusto and acapella talent to a full, lively Cordoban crowd.

Granada

Then we were off to Granada!  The bulk of our time in Granada was spent touring the Alhambra, an incredible former Moorish-palace complex.  We toured the Nasrid Palaces at night, and roamed through the Generalife (MORE beautiful gardens, with waterways and fountains running throughout) and the fortress complex the next day.  We also did a bit of wandering through the city, which included a tour of another stunning cathedral.

My favorite part of the Alhambra was the Courtyard of the Lions.  This beautiful courtyard featured a unique fountain which had twelve lions at its base.  The fountain, thought to be a gift from a Jewish leader at the time, was given to honor the peacefulrelations  between the Nasrid leaders and Jewish community of the time.  During the fountain's initial operation, the fountain would indicate the time as each lion would spout water in conjunction with the current hour of the day. (How cool is that?!)

Sevilla

Our first week of adventuring through Andalusia ended in Sevilla, a city almost twice as large as Córdoba or Granada.  In Sevilla we toured the Plaza de España, the Cathedral (which contains the tomb of Christopher Columbus, as well as lot of other important bishops, community leaders, and the like) and the Real Alcázar of Sevilla. I'm running out of grandiose adjectives so I won't go on and on, but Sevilla was just as much of a gem (if not more, as the larger city afforded us slightly more to see) as Granada and Cordoba.  Smaller highlights included things like eating at an amazing restaurant in a former Turkish bathouse, and slowly meandering our way home through the streets at night. (Mom particularly enjoyed a bagpipe player we managed to find both nights -- not quite Spanish music, but still lovely!)

Since touring through these towns, we jet-set/had a brief Catalonian interlude to explore Barcelona.  And currently we're back in the South, visiting aforementioned awesome cousin and family in Rota.  So more to come on these things very soon!  Hasta luego!

*Source: the wikipedia.

{pictures, clockwise -- horse fancy-dancy in Cordoba; random view after coming around a street corner, Cordoba; Nasrid palaces at the Alhambra, Granda; Giralda tower, Seville}