Sunday, October 9, 2016

The Rain in Spain......Gives It a Somber Beauty


Even Ernest Hemingway in "The Sun Also Rises", describing events and places


of 90 years ago in precisely this area of the world


said that France seemed more "suburban" than Spain.  I've seen pictures of the Costa de Sol and I know that "suburban" definitely applies there.


But here in this part of Navarre widespread commercial development has still not hit.


There are a few extremely new shops on the border selling goods that the French


come to purchase at cheaper prices than in their own country.


But you will not find the big-box stores, the hyper-marches, billboards, music blaring


out of speakers everywhere, vast parking lots, CCTV cameras, generic Chinese-made goods.


Instead, life is lived closer to the earth, as it has been for centuries.


Things are still made by hand, or very nearly so.


Roads are not straight, but they meander - according to the contours of the mountains or following the turnings of a stream.


Everything is still mostly made "for the ages".


The structures seem to be deeply rooted in the earth and immoveable.


Indifferent to change's buffeting winds.


 This is a good thing for any visitor who craves tranquility, a sense of life lived in common


with others, and continuity....the sense of knowing where you've been - and the reassurance that 


where you're going might look quite similar to what you've left behind.


It's a place to move gently and quietly through.  Almost reverentially.


To sit often and look around oneself.


A place to seek comfort or simply, rest.


To be fed generously - as Hemingway describes, the Spanish dine copiously compared to


the French.


To breathe in lots of clean air.  And plan a long walk.  For when the rain stops.  There will be calories to walk off.







Friday, October 7, 2016

Picasso Portraits - For a Change of Pace


Spending time in Spain for the first time ever in my life


has made me look at Picasso differently.


Something about the solemnity and scale of landscape


and structures in Spain and a certain playfulness


that is unlike anything I've ever experienced anywhere before.  

Is it just me?  Or have you felt this?  I liked the feeling.



Have a lovely weekend.  A change of season is upon us once again.  And Mother Nature is showing who's boss.  Stay safe!





Tuesday, October 4, 2016

Friday, September 30, 2016

San Sebastian Saturday


It started with a wedding in the Parte Vieja (in the old town)


Weddings are hard to resist, aren't they?  The guys pretend to admire the car.  We ladies want to see the dress(es). But mostly......


  We just seem happy to share in the hopefulness of the day and someone else's good fortune.


San Sebastian is a beautiful city.  Unspoiled, shall I say.


Where many generations of families still live close all together.


And enjoy each other.


In fact, there were two weddings.  This group was waiting for the wedding party to emerge


from an other church.  But the Paradis family did not wait with them.  Because.....


it was getting close to pintxo time.


It's possible to get a good deal of window shopping in while you're scoping out the best


prospective pintxo options.


And bringing yourself up to date with the events that celebrate San Sebastian's


designation as a "Cultural Capital of Europe 2016" (shared with Warsaw).


With pintxos come long lines, and crowds (and for bread too - some in San Sebastian actually eat at home!)


It's a hectic way to live - queuing up and crowding into small spaces


or hustling and serving mobs.....especially when your specialty (battered fried shrimp)


makes people so happy.


Everyone seemed to be in the bars.  And not on their bikes.


The beach was quiet because rain was in the forecast.  San Sebastian can be a fairly rainy place.


When the deluge came, the Paradis family raced into Zara (just like last year in Barcelona when the torrents came funny, that!  "The rain in Spain......." is not just a song, we're learning but - a real thing!) 


It was either Zara, or pintxos.


And post-rain, we wanted to see more of San Sebastian before we succumbed to pintxo charms.


So it was back to window shopping.  Though


many shops close for lunch and for the siesta that follows...it seemed.


Making a hole-in-the-wall automated pharmacy a handy convenience.


Eventually, the famille Paradis began to feel that famished and fragmented sensation that only


 PINTXOS COULD FIX!  But I'll have to give you those details later.


Yeah.  Prolonging the suspense.  I promise.  The pintxos will be worth the wait.