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!

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{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}

Crete: The land of a/(21!) million olive trees

Crete video journal!:  http://youtu.be/An0_D2954BI

When planning this trip - Mom and I spent a lot of time debating the itinerary.  Athens and Santorini were a given, as we've both always wanted to come to Greece, and seeing Santorini was top on our list after we heard of its wonders from a relative.

But, once I realized we'd have a bit more time to explore - I wavered on where we should make our last stop. (Rhodes? Mykonos?)  Then a family friend recommended Crete out of personal travel experience, and a few days later my good friend, Nino, helped reinforce that thought when she told me it was the Greek island she most wanted to visit since it had everything -- mountains, beaches, and incredible history to uncover.

I'm grateful for the tip because Crete was fabulous.  It's been my favorite stopping point thus far! 

Our first day on the island we headed to Matala - a beach on the Southern Coast of the island (Libyan Sea), the legendary stop where Zeus first took Europe after seducing her. In the sixties Matala became a hippie haven, as the community took up residence in the stunning caves that are the backdrop to the beautiful, azure waters.  In addition to serving as a hippie abode, the caves were used as tombs during the first and second centuries.

Our visit to the beach included an exploration of the caves and observation of the remnants of the beach's history ('live for today' and similar maxims are strewn across various taverna and wall facades). We took the scenic route home and wound our way back to our villa, stopping to let sheep and goats cross the rural backroads and relishing the breathtaking views of mountains, valleys, and olive groves.

The second day we visited the Western City of Chania, where we spent most of our time in the Old City and Venetian harbor. We polished off our day with a hike near our Villa - and ended up at a beautiful hillside overview, highlighting the stunning presence of a simple, abandoned church.

Monday we toured Knossos, the ancient palace and surrounding city that was the center of Minoan society around 1800 BC.  As previously mentioned, friends nudged me toward a visit to Crete, but the tipping point for me was the realization that it would afford Mom and I the chance to visit the ancient palace ruins.  

As the stuff of (the greatest) legends, I remember as an elementary school child being particularly drawn to the story of Knossos and the Minotaur. -- Cliffnotes version: Pasiphae, King Minos' wife, fell in love with the white bull that Minos was given by Poseidon.  As a result of her affair, Pasiphae gave birth to the Minotaur.  King Minos built a labryinth below his palace to house the beast.  In order to avenge the loss of his son, Minos forced the Athenians to send seven young women and seven young men to be sacrificed to the Minotaur every seven years.  However, the third time the sacrifice was made, Theseus bested the Minotaur by using string to trace his way through the labryinth, aided by Minos' daughter, Adriadne.)

While my (joking--but secretly kind of real) hopes of seeing the labyrinth or the ghost of a Minotaur never materialized, our tour of the palace was fantastic.  We learned more about the ever-evolving history of this storied site.  A Brit, Arthur Evans, excavated and partially "restored" the site in the twentieth century.  While his intentions were laudable (he left the rights and discoveries of the site to the people of Crete, a rare act of its time), his attempted restoration was often based on his faulty perceptions of the ruins and findings of his excavations.  The restoration was pretty horrific in archeological terms, as it incurred lasting damage to some of the ruins.  However, although they're problematic, Mom and I both found the restorative efforts (construction of columns, fresco recreations, etc) helpful in getting a clearer sense of how the palace and surrounding city was laid out (in comparison to the Acropolis or Akrotiri).

Anyway, that made for a fascinating and enjoyable day.  Finally, yesterday we rounded off our time in Crete with another beach stop in the small harborof Agios Nikolaos. It was a lovely, relaxing way to spend our last afternoon in Greece.

All in all, our time here has been wonderful!  Crete has stolen a place in my heart.  Mom spent the whole week chuckling at my outburts of awe and excitement about the island's beauty.  I really hope to come back to unturn more island stones (like hiking the Samaria gorge, something we decided to pass on to maintain energy/stamina), in the future!

But, always onward! Hasta luego, Grecia -- buenos dias, Espana!

{pictures clockwise: Mom at top of the hillside hike, Villa Kerasia- our amazing lodging for most of our stay, the lighthouse in the Chania harbor, the beach at Matala}

An update from the (former) cliff-dwellers.

Santorini video journals:

Day 5: http://youtu.be/MW_fPHL5nEc

Day 6: http://youtu.be/nOQX91ftwvY

Day 7: http://youtu.be/5ZzOwGvH19o

After gallivanting around Athens, Mom and I boarded a ferry and spent four and a half days in Santorini.

Our room was on the cliffs of Fira, the island's capital - and our view was incredible!  Mom loved spending a bit of each afternoon sitting on the balcony watching the cable car zip up and down the cliffs, while the donkeys made the long, arduous trek up the switchbacks - often hefting a sun-leathered tourist.

We had two beach days on the island, saw ruins at Akrotiri, and went on two organized tours to explore sites nearby (including a volcano, hot springs, and smaller villages).

The best part of the stay was "all of it!" (says Barb Hahn).

Really, everything has gone incredibly smoothly, and our time in Greece has been a great blend of R&R and going/doing/exploring.

Now we're in Crete, and the adventure continues!  More soon!