Saturday, November 12, 2016

Day 128: Spain Day 22

Wednesday, September 28, 2016

Paco woke up at 5:30 am.  Our alarm was set for 6, but we were woken up at 5:53.  We quickly got ready, already having packed the night before, then ate some yogurt and bread and fruit.  Paco left 20 before we actually had to leave to "get the car ready."  Really he was just ready to go haha.
 As we drove, Paco started to discuss with us how getting ready early was so much better than being late.  When early, you can drink cafe con leche with your colleagues before the work day starts.  We parked in the underground deck once we got to the train station.  Paco parked backing up like many other cars, and we could just barely open the trunk.  He tried re-parking, and it was hilarious.  He repeatedly almost hit the car parked behind him, and mind you he was trying to park so that it would be easier to close the trunk.  I had to get him to stop a couple times to avoid a collision.  It was so funny seeing the opened-trunk car backing up and parking worse than it had been.  Eventually, and with much laughter from the three of us, Paco succeeded.

We had some bitter (for me, thus like straight sugar for the rest of the coffee-drinking world) cafe con leche in the Renfe train station, and then walked to the line of checking baggage.  Paco waited until the train left before leaving, bless him.  He always waits until the train or plane leaves before leaving his family member--what if there is a delay or cancellation?

The ride was good: all I did was listen to music and read Rook.  We ate potato chips out of a big-ass bag that V noisily opened in, of course, a particularly silent part of the trip.  We laughed really hard.  Ab workout for the day: check.

We got to Málaga around 2:30.  Abuelita ( my grandmother), and Chari, her sister and our great-aunt, were there waiting for us.  After the great greeting, Chari went to her house in Málaga proper while the other three of us went to the bus station to take a bus to Alhaurín de la Torre.  Alhaurín is the town where my grandmother lives in a beautiful house.  We ate pollo asado (roasted chicken) bought from this awesome, tiny pollo asado place, immediately upon getting home.  Full, we chilled, read, watched a comedic show that I absolutely love called La Que Se Avecina, and a game show called Ahora Caigo.  Bed was early, as I was exhausted from the long day.





This adorable doggie is Lili.  She is the newest of the two-dog, four-cat pet family :)

Day 127: Spain Day 21

Tuesday, September 27, 2016

Vanessa and I woke up to an alarm set for 8:30, and V showered as I sat down with Mamen and Paco at the table in the living room.  Mamen brought out bread, nuts, melon, watermelon, peanut butter, and she offered coffee that I, then Vanessa, declined.  After eating the nice smorgasbord of food, I showered and we drove with Paco to a churrería to continue eating :).  Yay for churros! Sadly, though, the churros were way too oily, but the chocolate was really good, and it was great to talk with Paco.  I enjoyed the view on the way back to the house: on the right was green with mountains on the horizon, and on the left was the actual town of Badia de Vallés, with some really cool graffiti of Alí with boxing gloves and a long line of colorful kids, among others.

We chilled for a while back at the apartment.  I started reading Rook, an entertaining and cool book about a kick-ass woman in the future who is rebelling against her medieval-like society.  Spoiler alert: she defeats the maniac bad guy, gets people of  all financial classes safe, becomes the queen essentially, and reintroduces technology.  I didn't know any of this at the time, but the ending was exceptionally good, and sheds some light on the adventure that occurred to get there.  Anyway, we decided to go to Barcelona proper after lunch.  Mamen stayed home, and Paco and us went to La Rambla, the most famous part of Barcelona.  Think shopping and La Sagrada Familia.  Paco had worked as a policeman there for thirty-plus years, so he was pretty tired of the hustle and bustle.  He still took us there, and walked through the important parts.  It was beautiful, busy with tourists and shop-goers going to big stores--there are 3 El Corte Inglés stores in and around La Plaza Cataluña.  We went to a cafe and drank some slightly too bitter cafe con leche (I enjoy the more-milk-than-actual-coffee coffee, so there's that).  Then we we walked around La Rambla, looking at the colorful shops and alleyways, almost going to a chapel that's really famous, but then we backtracked when we realized we would have to pay.  Paco took several pictures of us at various governmental buildings that of course I can't remember the names of, and then we walked back to the same cafe and got ice cream!  I ate vanilla, V strawberry, and Paco chocolate.

We chilled for the rest of the day, reading, watching the soccer match between Real Madrid and Borussia Dortmund.  Sadly it was a 2-2 tie.  We ate cocido (noodle and broth soup), and went to bed.





Casa Mila, a building designed by famous architect Antoni Gaudi






Plaza Cataluña



 


Tuesday, November 8, 2016

Day 126: Spain Day 20

Monday, September 26, 2016

Me sister and I woke up to our parents packing downstairs.  We packed our clothes, and our hostess came by and chatted for a bit.  She had given us a delicious bizcocho the night we came; it´s similar to a pound cake and went wonderfully with coffee.  She is a big fan of animals, so we talked about that for a while, then said goodbye.

So, we left Orós Bajos around 12 and didn´t feel like going to an awesome-sounding park called Sierra de Guara.  We had gone to so many beautiful parks in the past five days!  We decided to just hit the road and get to Barcelona, where the next day our parents would get on a plane and go back to the US.  The drive was, as usual, beautiful, filled with rolling hills and olive groves, small white houses and forests, blue sky and misted lakes.  We stopped in Sabadell, a city outside of Barcelona, and bought a new Billow tablet and 8gb flash drive for pictures.  Then, we went to my mother´s aunt and uncle´s house.  Mamen is my mom´s aunt, and Paco, the awesome guy who came to visit in Pineda de Mar, is her husband.  We were going to stay with them for a couple days before going to Málaga to our grandmother´s.  Vanessa and I dropped off our suitcases in Mamen and Paco´s apartment, then headed off to Barcelona to find a hotel that my parents would stay in for the night.

The hotel was supposed to be close to the airport, but it was sadly not.  My parents said they would just drop off the rental car in the morning before getting to their flight.  That ended up not working out, because the Barcelona traffic and confusing roads got them lost and they missed their flight.  Very luckily, there was a flight right after that went through Germany instead of Canada, but they got home the same night.

Anyway, we were starving.  For dinner, we went to a restaurant with outside seating near a busy street.  I enjoyed looking at the people going on a run, the couples chilling, the bikers, the variety of cars still on the road.  We ate some olives, of course, for appetizer, and then I dug in to fried chorizo, patatas bravas, and some of a fried ball of meat that I had mixed feelings about.  For dessert I had a molten lava chocolate cake!

We said goodbye to our parents :(.  We had such a good time in our major Spain adventure.  Then V and I got on the metro and, being ourselves, and our aunt Mamen being our aunt Mamen by making a mistake and telling us the wrong stop to get off on, we got off two stops early.  So we ended up getting to our aunt and uncle´s apartment at like 11 pm.  Oh well!  They were really fine with it.  Time to sleep :).




Day 125: Spain Day 19

Sunday, September 25, 2016

We all woke up at 7 to get ready to go to Escaoin, a place in the Pyrenees known for its Lammergeiers.  On the drive over, then up to, Escaoin, I finished my book: The Girl Who Kicked the Hornets Nest, the last Millennium book written by Steig Larsson.  I was lost!  What am I going to do without the badassness of Lisbeth Salander and the greatness of Mikael Blomkvist, along with all of thee other inspiring characters?

We finally got to Escaoin, and it looked like a ghost town.  Already ready to eat, we went to a short wall by a fence and looked at the old, dilapidated stone houses built in the 12th century.  We were in a 12th century town!  Some houses were in use, with beautiful plants and watering cans outside, or clotheslines and well-kept fences, while some were crumbling or being repaired.
The cats.  About 20 of them came and begged for food.  So we gave them chips and jamon from our sandwiches and bits of bread.  It was really sad, but I was still glad to see animals, you know?
We hiked on the best trail ever.  Rocky (smooth, manmade stone) and mossy or dirt-filled paths, views of jaw-dropping, huge cliffs perfect for wallcreepers, and we got to an amazing overlook within 5 minutes of walking.  We scanned, and scanned, and. . .scanned.  Nothing.  We got great views of people across the gorge who were hiking on a cliff face like us, and of Griffon Vultures soaring above or below us.  Within the 3-4 hours we scanned two cliff face areas, we didn't see a wallcreeper.  This is exactly why it's so hard to see them: there was probably one pair foraging for food on their enormous cliff--two tiny gray bodies with shots of red when they fly.  Anyway, during the last 20 minutes or so of our search, it got cloudier and cloudier, and rumbles of thunder slowly crept in.  Our parents went to hike a bit.  Still nothing.  Vanessa and I were admiring the Griffon Vultures as the sky became darker and darker.  One was passing by kind of close, and as we both lifted up our binoculars to view it, I realized it wasn't a Griffon Vulture--it's silhouette wasn't right.  V realized it too, and we both looked at the Lammergeier in awe.  We saw the beard of the so-called "Bearded Vulture," the coloration, and the long tail.  Our parents came right after we saw it, excited because they had seen it too.  Then we started packing up in a frenzy as a particularly ominous boom of thunder was heard.  Then, of course, without any freaking warning (ok I guess the sky and thunder was a warning but still), it started pouring.  There was a huge flash of lightning VERY CLOSE BY, and a loud crack of thunder immediately following it.  Hmmm...in the movies when a family is on top of a mountain with cliffs and storms and really scary, close lightning, they end up dying of electrocution or falling off the cliff.  Heck no, we were not ready for that.  So we ran, me yelling repeatedly "We have to find a rock!" so that we could huddle under it and not be so exposed in the tree-less trail, and then it started hailing, and Vanessa and I were both yelling about how getting under a tree would be bad because the roots would have lightning running through them too, and then we finally got to a copse of trees right before the town, and ran to a wood pile covered by a safe roof.  As the storm reached a quiet spot, we started to run for the car.  As we reached the road that would lead us to the car if we ran for 30 more seconds, the hailing and storming and lightning began in earnest again.  I ran to a cinder block structure and crouched under it, my mom and sister close behind.  My dad rushed to get to the car, and the three of us stared in wonder at the blackberry-sized hail popping on the ground and making music on the tin roofs of the old houses.  A house across from us had smoke coming from the chimney.

We drove the looong way down the mountain again, hungry.  We drove all the way back to Biescas to find a bar to eat at.  After the second time driving around the town, looking for a place that was open during siesta time, we asked a troupe of old women walking to the bus stop.  One of them was awesome and told us of a restaurant that is "super rico y super económico" (really good and affordable).  So we went.  It was full of old people when we first walked in, but it soon cleared out because the important soccer match had just ended.  My dad and I got the fries with grilled chicken dish, my sister calamare, and my mom a goat cheese salad.  Everything was, of course, delicious.  We went home happy with our slightly harrowing day, full and prepared to chill until going to bed.
Arriving in Escaoin




The view from Orós Bajos

A waterfall in Orós Bajos


The rock faces of Escaoin

Sunday, November 6, 2016

Day 124: Spain Day 18

Saturday, September 24, 2016

I woke up and chilled.  It was the no-plan plan day.  In the early afternoon, we went to Jaca, a city about 30 minutes away from us.  There was a wallcreeper sighting there, and as we tried to figure out exactly where it was sighted, we ate some olives at a cafe with a sign reading: Keep Calm and Drink Gin Tonic.  Nice.  Well, Jaca was actually not looking very promising, so we decided to look for another place to search for the wallcreeper.  We chose a place near Siresa, a small town around 20 kilometers north of Jaca.  After driving around for an hour on twisty roads looking at beautiful, staggering rock cliffs and forested mountains, we dropped off a nice guy at his car.  He and his girlfriend had hiked for 8 hours and needed a ride to their car.  So once we dropped him off, we got out as a family into the grassy field dotted with cows and cars and surrounded by mountains.  We walked to the beautiful, shallow river and watched as it twisted through the grassy area that was melded into coniferous forest.  Then Vanessa and I saw a Dipper!  It's a cute bird that fishes in rivers and cocks its short tail a lot.  We had never seen one before, so that was great.

Then we drove back down to Siresa and chose a spot randomly to look for wallcreepers, having not found the place described on the world wide web.  It was a river with cave rock cliffs jutting out.  With dusk falling, we hurried up to a trail, detouring to the river for a couple minutes.  Vanessa and I went down and crossed the river to get a better view of a cliff face.  We scanned for a bit, and nothing.  So we followed our parents up.  A nice set of dimming cliff faces met us some minutes up a mountain.  It was beautiful, and below behind us we could see the small Siresa glowing with lights.  After a few minutes looking for wallcreepers, we realized that our search for them would remain fruitless.

We went back to Orós Bajos, stopping by a store to buy some pasta stuff for dinner.  Then, my awesome mom made awesome pasta: a jarred jamon serrano carbonara sauce with fried jamon and pasta.  And bread!

Saturday, November 5, 2016

Day 123: Spain Day 17

Friday, September 23, 2016

We all got up at 7:30 and got ready to go to El Monte Perdido (also know as Ordesa national park).  The drive there was really nice, with the Pyrenees mountains showing conifers and cliffs, Yellow-billed Choughs flying through and evaporating mist.  We stopped by a visitor's center, and Vanessa and I birded while our parents went inside to look at the small museum.  We saw a lot of Griffon Vultures, Choughs, and a White Wagtail flicking its tail in the parking lot.  We also noticed a few people walking with large hiking packs on their backs.  There had been quite a few Camino de Santiago hikers in Getaria, and I was pleasantly surprised to see them here. El Camino de Santiago is a Catholic pilgrimage going from France to Spain.  Pilgrims (?) hike alone or in groups, and stay in hostals at night.  The end point is key: the beginning is in France, but Santiago de la Compostela in Spain is always the end. It's pretty amazing.

The nice park rangers in the Ordesa park itself had seen Wallcreepers just days before near the Coto de Cuitero.  Vanessa and I were set on seeing the rare Wallcreeper; a small gray bird that utilizes high altitude cliff walls to eat.  So, we headed up the mountain instead of around it like to the famous, more touristy Coto de Caballo trail.  It was beautiful, the trees and plants; old, big, slim pines, the pretty bird Coal Tits chirruping and singing in the forest.  The hike was difficult but exhilarating.  As we reached a fork in the trail a couple of hours in, we knew we would go left because of what the rangers had told us.  Rock cliffs would be our queue to start looking for wallcreepers.  We went right for a few minutes though to cross a small bridge.  The bridge gave us an amazing view of a 200 meter waterfall swooshing down into a river.  Small waterfalls glittered toward us, and cliffs rose on one side, dark green conifers on the other.  Of course, it started raining right then.  Then, to our mingled surprise and delight, it started hailing little balls of ice.  Thanks weather!  Very fortunately for our frostbite-susceptible selves, there was a small cabin/hut shelter that we had seen a minute before that said "for emergency use only."  We took that to mean that if it was a hailing and cold and slippery to hike up a mountain, we could huddle in the hut for a while.  So we did, listening to the rain and hail, reading the Ordesa brochure.
Once the beautiful sun came out, we continued on our hike.  We got to the rock cliffs, Vanessa and I stopping after taking a family picture to scan the cliffs above as our parents went on.  They found a better view, and it was absolutely spectacular.  Vanessa and I were half-gaping at the sight and half-staking out a place to look for wallcreepers.  After a while, no luck.  We did see a large flock of chattering Yellow-billed Choughs, and as we admired the view, a suspiciously large raptor flew across the sky.  Another of the Pyrenees must-sees is the Lammergeier, or Bearded Vulture.  They are enormous raptors that are known for breaking dead animal bones and eating the marrow.  The bird we saw was completely backlit, so we didn't see any markings, but it had long, sharply rounded tail, thin wings, and flew differently than a Griffon Vulture.  So. . .one of our dream birds had been seen!  I would have jumped up and down if I hadn't been scared I would fall off the cliff :).

We hiked down the mountain quickly because of looming storm clouds.  We went home, then went out.  The pizzería in Biescas, the closest town that actually had stores and restaurants, has delicious food.  I ate a fantastic tostada with jamon serrano, chorizo, a little tomato sauce, and goat cheese.  We took advantage of the wifi in the pizzería, seeing as how our Airbnb house was lacking in that area.  Then, we went back to Orós and chilled before going to bed.














Day 122: Spain Day 16

Thursday, September 22, 2016

Today was a chill day!  We hadn't had one of those since our first stay in Pineda de Mar.  I got up at 10, ate a wonderful breakfast made by my mom: fries with fried egg and fried chorizo.  I read The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet's Nest, the third book of the Millennium series.  I absolutely love this series with the meticulousness of the author and the development (or lack thereof) of the characters.  I walked around the town of Orós Bajos, admiring the view of rolling green hills, sharp mountains jutting out in the background.  There were small plots of land bursting with vegetables, and especially grapes!  They specialize in wine here.  There was a small chapel, unreachable by the public because of the locked gate in front of it, but a grape vine climbed over a gate in the adjacent field.  I picked a few ripe, luminous green grapes.  They were delicious, sweet, and with seeds.  For dinner, we ate a homemade vegetable rice dish with baked white fish on top.







Thursday, November 3, 2016

Day 121: Spain Day 15

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

I woke up at 7:30 this morning and got dressed to go birding.  I went out to the breathtaking view of an inlet of the bay, watching the sunrise with my family and eating some jamon and cheese sandwiches. Then, my dad went for a run and showed us a great dirt trail to bird on.  Vanessa and I saw a lifer!  It was an adorable European Robin, a small songbird in the thrush family.  It was singing a bubbly song out of its orange throat, hopping through the forest like in some kind of Snow White movie.







We met Manuel the artist as a family by the main road of Getaria.  He got into our car and directed us out of town and on a twenty-minute drive through picturesque, rolling mountains and farm houses.  We parked and he led us to an big, old, gray garage; a large room with no heat in the chilly morning awaiting us.  He showed us the bust he was working on: a the bust of a man whose grandfather had been made a bust by Manuel years earlier.  He started with clay, then did the actual bust in marble, wood, or any other hard substance the client wanted.  There was a huge saw in the corner (I mean it could have been used as a guillotine in its past life), and Manuel and his art partner Miguel use it to cut really big pieces of wood.  For example, Manuel utilizes a lot of petrified wood he finds in the Bay of Biscay, because Getaria is so important in his life, thus his creative work.  He has used one petrified trunk for two huge large, beautiful, African mermaids, an old man bust, and several other smaller pieces.






In another room of the warehouse is the equipment the two artists use to make their work, and the last room is filled with art.  Miguel is working on a stone and wood piece (he does a lot of those): organs in a chapel are hollow, but he created essence, the physical essence, to them, and the outlines of the organs are hollow instead.  He drills holes in the marble to break them anyway, and it looked really cool.  Geometric, artsy cuts of pallet were on the ground surrounding the rock.  Miguel was very patient and quiet as Manuel excitedly, and rightly so, talked about the stories about his art.  There was a mix of wood and stone carvings, wine bottles with picturesque Getarian fishermen and bay views oil-painted on.  There were old men and old women busts, two really cool, slightly colorful "carvings" of wood.  A branch bisecting and then coming back together was made to be a man and woman: one with fish-like feet, coming together, craning their necks to kiss.
There are little knick knack kind of carvings, stones with anchovies painted on them (he gave Vanessa and I one each!!),  and my absolute favorite art piece: a small stone mermaid girl, curled up, sleeping, on a skateboard.  After marveling at the beautiful, interesting art for a while, we drove to a small town called Ojos where Miguel and Manuel had an exhibit.  Miguel had 10-15 large pieces of art, all using and melding stone (with maybe a white stripe running through the dark marble) and wood -- wood cubes or tables made of interlaid wooden pieces; pallets to give see-through depth.  He deals with time and balance, spirituality, and, my favorite, nerves, and the system of feelings and ideas.  He used biology in his art!  Usually rock was the nerve axon or feeling.
Manuel´s was awesome.  He had the four-breasted African mermaid that he had described to us the day before; the four breasts signifying the four elements, and the perspective that she is coming out of the water.  There was the ashamed woman carving; she is pregnant and unmarried in the 1940s, her hand covering her face in shame and fear.  There was another carving of a woman, pregnant, with a woman on either side of her, supporting their friend it all.  It reminded of the saying "It takes a village."  There were busts of two famous Getarian fishermen rivals, a few wooden carvings of old Getaria ways of sorting and netting anchovies, and small beautiful carvings of people and some other thing to represent human emotions of sadness, passion, love, desire, fear. 









We drove back to Getaria with Manuel once we had looked at the exhibit for a while, and Manuel had to get to a meeting.  We got packed up, then walked to a wonderful restaurant.  For appetizer, I ate peas and potato stew with jamon.  For my entree, I got grilled chicken and fries.  And dessert was brazo gitano (gypsy arm), which was really sweet bread rolled in fresh cream.  Delicious!

After eating, we walked partially up the mountain that juts up right by Getaria, admiring the views of both bodies of water with the town in the middle of our view, the lizards scurrying about everywhere, and the karsts with rivulets and holes created by the water long ago.  We found Manuel paintings and carvings in the rock: a woman with pink lips, a man, and a few others.

Once we finished with our short hike, we were running out of time to see the bay.  We decided to take a short route: walk across a field of large rocks-- the remains of Getaria´s old sea wall.  Getaria was on our left, the gorgeous bay to the right.  The water is blue, but when a wave crests, the water turns to a clear green.  It´s unbelievable to see.  We watched it while climbing over the rocks to get to the beach.  Once we got to the beach, we put our feet in the water and took a family picture, just as we had six years ago.