ongoing account of May trip to Spain
1-3. Every bike tour should stop at the beach for a drink! We sat in the sun and had a sweet wine, Málaga Dulce. In that first picture they’re cooking seafood in the small yellow and white boat.
4. Hans Christian Andersen statue, with a duck in his bag (patito feo). He enjoyed his time spent in the city and now spends every day in the sun facing the sea.
ongoing account of May trip to Spain
Picasso sits on a bench in Plaza de la Merced where he was born in 1881. (Antonio Banderas was born in this city too.)
Mosques become churches with a little paint
At the bullring. I was glad to hear they only have fights a couple times per year here… but many cities have bullrings. Meanwhile Catalonia has banned bullfighting just this year, though it may be less a statement of cruelty to animals than it is their wish to be separate from the rest of Spain.
An alley not far from Calle Larios
ongoing account of May trip to Spain
On the second day I decided to go on a bike tour, which was led by a native English speaker who moved to Málaga a few years back, and I was joined by a young couple from Poland who now live in Glasgow (plus the husband is half Algerian, I think, and his English had a lot of Scottish brogue to it!). We saw several of the same places I had toured the previous day, but this time I got a lot of back story and also found new sights to explore.
1. Calle Larios, where my hostel was located
2. statue near the hostel
3. on the bikes
4. The Alcazaba from the top of the building across the street
5. The Roman theater from across the street. It was only rediscovered in the 1950s
6-7. Holy Week (Semana Santa) celebrations in many cities in Andalusia (and other Hispanic-influenced parts of the world) are elaborate. The description of the marching people carrying these massive thrones down the streets made me want to visit during the religious holidays someday. I had seen huge doors the previous day, which turned out to house a couple thrones decorated with gold, silver, lace, and elaborate embroidered fabrics. The party we saw the night before was a fundraiser for these huge floats which are stored all around the city by the various groups who have cared for them for centuries (plus they are too big to keep in the churches). The woman who ran the bike tour knew the people who managed this building and they let us in to see the thrones up close.
An idea of the street processions:
ongoing account of May trip to Spain
Concerned that I might not translate something properly and end up with a plate full of dead animals, and being someone who gets a huge kick out of vegetarian restaurants, I checked online before I left for possible dining options. What a great move–the food afforded me a chance to try new dishes without the worry of my bad Spanish questions getting in the way. I started with sangria and just ordered whatever else sounded interesting!
Some American women at the next table seemed to be having trouble describing a dish to the server, so I tried to help with my phrase book. Pretty soon they had invited me to dine with them and we had a lovely late dinner discussing what brought us to that part of the world. They were from Chicago and were in Spain to manage some property left by a relative who had died. I don’t remember their names, but I think the mother had grown up in Europe somewhere (Poland?) and had an accent, and the daughter was an artist. They were at the vegetarian restaurant because they had been ill from the food in Spain and had even been in the hospital, and a doctor had recommended they not eat animal products for awhile to see if they’d recover more comfortably.
It’s not like me to hang out with strangers, but it was fun to do it this time. We also managed to mingle with some locals on the way back to our hotels. They were having a celebration to raise money for their Semana Santa thrones/floats (more on that in a later post), and now I think I’m in a whole lot of other people’s pictures!
The bats or birds were plentiful above the cathedral on the way back to our rooms.
The Alcazaba is a mostly 8th-11th century Moorish fort on a hill overlooking the city. It was indeed noticeably cooler in the shaded palace areas compared to being out in the beating sun.
Looking out toward the Mediterranean from the fortress; note the bull ring
Looking back over the city away from the sea. It’s pretty obvious how big the one-armed lady’s one arm is and how much different the skyline would look if the other one were finished!
This austere building is the Picasso Museum. He was from Málaga. They took my camera away as soon as I went inside so I have nothing to show you! I’m not much of an art fan but I’m glad I visited this museum. He seems a little crazy, but not quite Dali-crazy.
Just out side the museum, restaurants have tables in the narrow streets and a chapel pokes out where you just don’t expect a church to be
The park near the sea. I saw extravagant flowers like hibiscus and Bird of Paradise, and there were parrots in the trees
In Constitution Square (I think)
My first restaurant meal. The food was excellent (walnut-gorgonzola tortellini, I believe), but the server was taking a break at the table next to me, smoking! I had forgotten that people smoked in restaurants. And, like Italy, you have to buy water when you go out to eat.
The cathedral in Málaga is too massive to get in one picture.
One of the planned towers was never completed, so it’s known as La Manquita (the One-Armed Lady).
This elaborate door isn’t even in use!
Creepy huge painting of John the Baptist’s head chopped off
While wandering through the city I ran across a labor march:
I found my hostel, where I’d booked a room to myself with a bathroom, but it was a pretty sparse place. My Spanish was just good enough to communicate with the owner and I dumped my bag. Then, off to explore along the main road near the sea, where I found an international festival with lots of items for sale (ranging from knits and linen clothing from South American countries to furry hats and gas masks from Russia!) and several food booths. I found something vegetarian, a Peruvian food I’ve eaten in Indy several times. This time, however, it was served cold! Just as well, since it was a warm, sunny day. I think I had to buy shorts right before I left because I didn’t pack any when I moved to Ireland. (And I only wore the shorts once in Ireland this summer!)
It’s (Inter)National Blog Posting Month (NaBloPoMo), and I’ve decided to try it again this year. The goal is a post every day. Since there’s not a lot going on right now besides work, it’s time to get back to my Spain pictures from a long weekend in early May.
I flew to Málaga, on the Mediterranean (Costa del Sol area), primarily because it was a warm place and a fast, direct flight from Cork! I’ve always wanted to go to Spain and I’m sure I would have picked Madrid or Barcelona if I’d planned something from the US, but this trip worked out great and was a lot of fun. I had taken enough Spanish as a student that I thought I could get by on my own for a few days.
When I arrived, some English guy asked for help figuring out which train to take into the city, and by the time we arrived he gave me his card and invited me for a drink! I didn’t go, but it was rather funny. He coached a university soccer team.
I promptly got lost looking for the hostel I’d booked, but eventually figured out where I was. Initial sights:
This man had his dog riding in a little covered seat. The sign approximately says:
Toby and Dusan, happy travelers.
Offer: 1 joke, €1
3 jokes, €2
Happiness! Thank you!
Safe travels
Our last day was spent in Reykjavík after a little silliness with the apartment I’d booked for two nights. It’s a good thing we arrived when we did because the people who came right after us didn’t have a place to go. Anyone remember the Seinfeld ‘reservation’ show? We were relocated to a different building but it was a great place and still close to the main part of the city. BTW, about 200,000 of the 320,000 people in Iceland live in this metro area! The rest of the country really is sparse in people and towns. Reykjavík is an hour behind Ireland (and therefore four hours ahead of the eastern US).
1. I liked the flexing teeth on these windows
2-4. Hallgrímskirkja church with its 5275-pipe organ. Supposedly the design approximates the country’s basalt lava flow columns (see previous post from the beach at Vík). Out front is a statue of Leif Ericson, a gift from the US upon the 1000th anniversary of Iceland’s parliament (a few posts ago, Þingvellir).
5. Near the church: a museum and statues by Einar Jónsson
6. Quite the transport bike!
7-8. We found a cute little sushi place and really enjoyed it. We haven’t found any in Ireland yet.
9. Finally a roundabout going the right direction. These trees with the red fruits were rather strange.
10. A street in the shopping area; note the place to plug in your car!
11. Not sure why the English pub only has signs for Irish beers, but David did have a couple pints somewhere around here while I took a nap.
12-14. Streets downtown. The ‘mountain’ decoration on the blue house was made with individual shiny foil pieces that rippled in the breeze. #31 was our apartment building.
15. A number of places looked a bit shabby, including this apparent daycare. I liked the parking lot of strollers buggies.
16. Sun-Craft Viking ship installlation. David admired the stainless steel construction.
17. I loved this Free Stuff sign! There were items left in the little area by the happily painted wall. Great idea, but people would leave their trash here if you found this in the States.
18. The really nice one bedroom apartment where we stayed. This was the only place that didn’t have twin beds.
19-20. View from and of Perlan, a facility with a museum, rotating restaurant, and viewing deck built around big hot water tanks.
We had an early flight the next morning and managed to return the car and get to the airport just in time. To blow the rest of our króna, we bought breakfast and snacks. A few minutes later I learned why my simply-labeled croissant was about five bucks: it was full of bacon. Blech (and then I went hungry!).
We had another whole day and night to kill in London, and to get all the way from Gatwick to Stansted, thanks to a canceled flight and the difficulty of traveling between Iceland and Ireland. We made the most of it by stopping at Tower of London, getting some good food, and having a proper (if strangely decorated) hotel. The final adventure was a Ryanair flight, which lived up to its reputation. I was able to squash my bag into the required size and had checked us in online and paid for checked luggage ahead of time and brought our printed single-sided A4 boarding passes from home (you might think this is overkill in the description but all these points are essential if you don’t want to get kicked off Ryanair). They tried to sell us scratch-off tickets during the flight and played a fanfare upon landing. The seats didn’t even have the ability to recline and there were no tray tables. But we flew for about $65 total for the two of us! It’s ok if you prepare yourself psychologically for super-steerage and don’t plan to nap during all the sales pitches.
Summary: Iceland was the most beautiful place I’ve visited. Save your pennies, put on your hiking boots, and get ye there!
On our fourth full day in Iceland, we woke up in the southern-most town of Vík (technically Vík í Mýrdal), which only has 300 residents but is a main stop along the ring road, as much as any place outside of Reykjavik is a main stop! Vík lies just below a volcano with a glacier on top of it (not the famous one from this spring, but it’s just down the road as well) and the villagers have to practice evacuations to the church on the hill and the farmers turn off electric fences on the way out the door.
1-5. We visited the beautiful black-sand beach with the troll-legend Reynisdrangar, black basalt columns, poking out of the sea. You can see a rock arch in the distance and this whole cliff area and the islands along the shore are inhabited by sea birds, including puffins. I have been on a semi-mission to see puffins this summer and while more than half the world’s Atlantic puffin population nests here, I didn’t see any among the many birds. We were visiting right at the end of the nesting season so they may have already been out to sea until next year. I learned they shed the colorful portion of their beaks after breeding season!
We also gave a lift to two Swedish hikers. It seems everyone in Iceland is dressed in zipoff North Face pants, Patagonia shirts, and hiking boots. David has a special sympathy for people laden with camping gear and huge packs, and we managed to squeeze these women into the back seat for a few minutes.
6. The church on the hill is the only place expected to be spared when the deluge of melted glacier comes down during a volcanic eruption. The long white building was our hotel.
7-11. A short drive back toward Reykjavik yields Skógafoss, currently 5 km from the sea but these cliffs used to be at the coast a long time ago. There is a campground right in front of the falls, which I imagine makes for great white noise while sleeping!
7. We had another beautiful sunny day and it was even warm enough for shorts, though the person who took our picture managed to get her finger in it. Sigh
8. Our peanut butter sandwiches and Pringles sure were a cheap, great way to eat lunch in the most amazing picnic spot we could imagine!
9. There are a whole lot of stairs (I think I counted about 380?) up the hill on the right so you can view the top of the falls and also keep hiking out into the highlands between the glaciers. There are more falls up ahead on this route as you get higher in the landscape, but we did not take the long hike.
10. The classic rainbow picture. Legend speaks of a treasure chest in a cave behind the falls.
11. These sheep were hanging out by the fence that went along the stairs to the top
12. On our way out of the parking lot at Skógafoss, we picked up two hitchhikers from the Czech Republic. They were heading to this backup waterfall (I think it’s Seljalandsfoss) down the road which we wouldn’t have seen unless they had directed us to it. These waterfalls ring the now-famous Eyjafjallajökull volcano.
13. Icelandic horses are shorter and stockier than those you find at home. You can book a trip to ride with the farmers and dogs in the fall to gather the sheep in from distant grazing lands. We saw little white dots up on the steep hills and heard that a few get stuck up there and make it over the winter! I liked the king of the hill poses these horses struck along the ring road.
14. And finally, the Blue Lagoon. My guidebook described it like Disneyland: overdone schtick but a must do in Iceland. The water is around 100F and is fed from a geothermal power plant. The minerals in the water are supposed to have a medicinal effect and though I noticed effects on David’s skin (he even put the mud mask on his face), it just coated my hair in a film that took several washes to remove. The surrounding lava field landscape is bizarre (“soul destroying” according to my guidebook!) and it was a fascinating experience. We also enjoyed the in-lagoon bar!
15. We stayed in Reykjavik the next two nights before wrapping up the trip. First up: Mexican food! I haven’t had any since I left the States. This place was owned by actual Mexicans! Strange how it felt kind of like home.
I took a short video of Skógafoss so you can experience it too.
On to our third full day in Iceland! We stayed overnight near Skaftafell to play in the park again.
1. A very overpriced hotel, where we stayed in what was essentially a trailer warmed by space heaters, and the hot water lasted about five minutes. It would have been fine if it weren’t the ONLY hotel for hours and priced accordingly. I guess the beds were comfy and we didn’t sleep in the car, so that’s something. The weather was in the 50s the entire time so we didn’t need the heat anyway.
2. The hotel restaurant, where some decent but not special pasta dishes ended up a $75 meal. Have I mentioned the expensive food? I couldn’t believe they were selling a bottle of Gato Negro wine for about $45; it’s always $3 at Walmart and Meijer…
3. The hotel did have location (near the national park) and view going for it.
4-10. Off we go on a glacier hike in Vatnajökull National Park (largest in Europe) near Skaftafell. This time we were able to wear our own hiking boots and I felt like I was walking on air compared to the previous day’s stiff rented climbing boots. We still had crampons and it was amazing to walk on total ice without slipping. You just walk hard so your spikes go in! I really enjoyed the several hours on the glacier more than the ice climbing. We ate sandwiches up on the ice and progressively became colder through the morning, but had just enough warm gear with us to stay comfortable. For this hike we still wore the harness but it was only a precaution in case someone fell in a crevasse–easier to hoist them out! No accidents on our trip, fortunately. We each had one ice axe in a slightly different angle and length from the climbing type. Picture nine shows blue ice where the huge bridge of ice had fallen just three days before. The guides have to redo their routes constantly because of the speed of glacier landscape changes. Totally recommended activity!
11-12. Duck boat ride on Jökulsárlón (the Jökulsár Lagoon), where ice is constantly breaking off the glacier and refilling the lagoon. The ice slowly floats out to sea. By now it was raining and the boat trip was a little lame, but the scenery was beautiful. This was the farthest east we traveled.
13. David tries to take home a piece of glacier ice from the lagoon in my gaiter (gaiters are the black things on his ankles, and he wears them at every opportunity), mostly because he wants to test the claim that it melts slower in whiskey because it’s so dense. I pointed out it would melt in the car and it didn’t even make it on the bus. Also, liquor stores are only open from 5-6 pm so it’s not like we could have gotten any whiskey anyway.
14. There was an Enter Net Nate Garbage Pail Kids sticker on the bus!
15. Donuts! A fine choice in scary-pig-grocery snack food. We were pretty hungry on our long drive back west.
16. Some of the bizarre landscape on the way back
17. Pizza for dinner in the only restaurant in Vik. This one wasn’t as expensive, but it was a good example of the limited choices in hotels and food: we were joined in the restaurant by a Spanish family whose teenagers had been texting in the lobby with us in the previous night’s hotel, as well as by our glacier guide from earlier in the day. This was a couple hours west of where we’d last seen these people! We gave the leftover garlic bread to the guide and her companions.
Maybe someday I’ll catch up! Work is kicking my butt and even when I’m not too tired to post on the blog, my arm wears out with typing all day at work. I’ve had a lot of long days lately and I’m starting to look forward to the next trip.
Back to Iceland, a few Tuesdays ago:
1. Giant marshmallow farm!
2. Just driving down the road, we saw several waterfalls along the volcanic foothills
3-4. There might be a town every hour or two, which might have a restaurant, but mostly the eating option was a gas station grill. Our meal here–two soups, bread, and fries–was about $20 and didn’t include drinks.
5. Expanses of lava stretching to the sea
6. First glimpse of the glacier we would be climbing later
7. Where mud meets ice
8-12 David convinced me to go ice climbing. You basically kick your spiked boots (crampons over the sturdy rented boots) into the wall and hammer an ice axe in from each hand, pulling yourself up and standing up as you go. A shower of ice chunks is constantly falling (note the pieces all around the closeup of our feet). I made it to the top all three times, but it was hard to grip the ice axes by the end. There was quite a bit of ash in the ice and we came back pretty dirty. I also managed to totally wipe out on the walk back and scraped up my knees. I must have caught my crampons in my pants or boot laces.
Yes, we’ve been on vacation! Before we made it to Iceland a week ago, we had an all-day layover in London (hard to get to Iceland from Ireland), so off we went from Gatwick to explore the city a bit: lunch at Wagamama because it sounded good, then wandering through Covent Garden to a visit at the London Transport Museum. It was interesting but I wouldn’t call it top of the heap for museums. I’ve been to the bigger attractions so we decided to try something new.
We found visiting the outdoor-gear shops (big North Face-type stores) in one particular block a good way to pass time, and we managed not to spend money. We did see a manufactured ice-climbing wall, but I had no idea we’d be doing it for real in a few days!
