Long live Limoges

        Now this is where the trip went astray... in the best of all possible ways it turns out, although it just seemed hopeless at first. Our plan (a word that should largely be left out of your vocabulary while traveling...) was to catch a train from Barcelona to Paris. Now, this sounds relatively simple. And it would be, if we were residents of Europe who can just book trains online. However, having a Eurail pass, we were forced to get prices in person (since you save on each train, the clerks need to check the validity of your pass). So, we leave our hostel and show up at the train station, gear and all, ready to get an overnight ride to northern France. At this point, I forget all the nitty-gritty details (probably a good thing), but after many attempts at finding the right combination of schedules and transfers (at the right price was the kicker), we were told that we couldn't get a train to Paris in the next few days for under €100 each, even with the Eurail discount.

        Embarrassing. Back to the hostel and the drawing board.

        Even if we made it to Paris without paying an arm and a leg, we had still scoured AirBnB and Albergues Juveniles (an immensely helpful Spanish search engine for youth hostels worldwide) and couldn't find any lodging remotely close to the city center, or even the ends of the metro lines, within our budget. (Our first approach for finding [free] accommodation is always Couchsurfing, but although it's a great site, it didn't work out for a couple of reasons... one being that we are a couple). So finally, since Paris wasn't in our original plan anyway, we decided to cut our losses and avoid the most expensive destination after all. This decision really freed us up for the fun part- talking to other guests that had been to France for advice... and exploring a map of France and Googling every town we could before someone else needed the hostel's computer.

        When we found (on AirBnB) the inexpensive, charming apartment of a young couple in the small city of Limoges, that was it. We went from not knowing this place existed to arriving at its
center in about ten hours. This is the type of travel I live for.

Limoges (pronounced Lee-mōzs)

        We missed the train by ONE minute. ONE measly minute. It is almost worse to see it pulling away without you than to have missed it by an hour. Catching another train wouldn't be a problem; we wouldn't have a fee to pay, either, so that didn't upset me. What upset me was the fact that we told our hosts in Limoges our arrival time in advance... Which would now be three hours later... And we didn't have a computer in order to message them... And the Spanish cell phones Alvaro's dad let us borrow didn't work in France.  Asking to borrow a cell phone in one's own country is easy. Asking to to borrow a cell phone in another language is a whole different animal... Especially if that language is one to which you've never been exposed. You should have seen the looks I got, scraggly nomad that I was, sputtering broken French to sharp-dressed business-types. Anyway, long story... well, I guess it's too late for short, isn't it? We made it.

Poor Bastien had arrived at the station to meet us at 5:00 PM and had to return at 8:00PM due to our delay. But being the kind, easy-going soul that he is, he didn't seem to mind.

Thus commenced our adventures in small-town France.

Inevitable Insomnia in Ibiza

        What can I say about Ibiza (or Eivissa, in the native language, Catalan)? This tiny island is one of the Islas Baleares, surrounded by the Baltic Sea to the north and Mediterranean to the south. It is about 1/5 the area of Rhode Island with a residential population of around 100,000. More than two million tourists visit this Mediterranean nightlife hub annually (Issues, 2013). World-class DJs perform on a regular basis, attracting young partiers from all over the globe. Even the airport hosts the likes of Eric Prydz and David Guetta. We didn't visit until late September (staying only three nights... that's about our limit of 6AM bedtimes) and still encountered more English- than Spanish-speakers.
        And I thought 'touristy' described Benidorm...

Boat party

       With such an expansive tourist impact occurring, one has to wonder how the island handles it all. There are many organizations (governmental and non-gov.) that seek to mitigate some of these impacts, from eco-tourism initiatives to massive clean-up operations throughout tourist season. There is a wide spectrum of opinions on whether or not they're doing a good enough job. Sustainability, however, has many faces, and Ibiza strives to sustain its rich cultural heritage alongside its natural environment. We can't leave out economic sustainability, either, and one certainly cannot address this without noting the considerable revenue tourism has brought Ibiza for decades.

El Capitan

Ibiza shore

        Álvaro and I stayed in the old port town of Sant Antoni, on the other side of the island from the capital harbor, also called Ibiza, A.K.A. Eivissa or Ibiza Town. Sant Antoni may not be the biggest town, but it is not without its own brand of rambunctiousness. If you want to know more, check out this BBC article from 2001 about the well-established controversy over clubbing tourism. We spoke to residents about their opinions of the tourist season, and they were just as varied as the bars and pubs dotting the beach. Some Balearios think most tourists (most notably the English, actually) are rude and impatient. Others welcome all visitors (and their spending money) with open arms and can be found at many of the clubs each night, themselves. Many don't mind the craziness but would like nightlife tourists to be less careless and more aware of their surroundings.

Pryda Frenzy (Eric Prydz and his girlfriend performing at Amnesia)

        Whatever the perspective, Ibiza's infamous marcha remains a reality for awhile yet. One can only hope that the island can find an equilibrium between its worldwide reputation and the people and resources that host it.

Reference:

Issues of Concern (2013). Ibiza Preservation Fund <http://www.ibizapreservationfund.org/english/issues/>

Eclectic, Eccentric, Euphoric... Barcelona

Spooky, fantastical Sagrada Familia light production to kick off Mercè Festival

        As we climbed the stairs out of the metro en route to our hostel, we encountered a long, snaking line of tourists that wrapped around the whole block. After walking, watching and wondering for a few moments, we finally asked someone, "Porqué hay una fila?" to which an excited Spaniard announced, "La Sagrada Familia, tios!" We had surfaced into the realm of Barcelona, straight from the train station, right next to the most iconic monolith of the city, if not the entire region of Catalonia. The eerie spires of the masterpiece of the late, great architect Antoni Gaudí towered over us as we rounded the next corner.  

The gegants (giants) of La Mercè Festival

        Little did we know at the time that we had stumbled into Barcelona during the annual La Mercè Festival. This weekend-long party near the end of each September began in 1871 as Catalonia's celebration of the Roman Catholic feast day of Our Lady of Mercy (patron saint of Barcelona). Each night, a spectacular light display on the side of La Sagrada Familia kicks off the festivities. Then every plaza in the city is alight with live music and performances, ranging from African drumming to The Beatles tribute bands. Everyone seems to participate in some way, whether through acrobatics, theater, poetry, or some other kind of artistic expression.

Street vendor capturing young imaginations

Biggest bubble!

All done with spray paint sans brushes, in about 15 minutes flat

Fresh squeezed juices in a market

Museu d'Art Contemporani de Barcelona: yarn bombing and panorama

Gaudí's famous Parc Güell

"Occupy and Resist"

        On another note: This city is so young! Just walk a few blocks and it will seem like the entire place is run by 20-30 somethings (as evidenced by this article on 2008 demographics). So many travelers we met had turned in their nomadic lifestyle for roots in Barcelona. The lure and energy of this city is palpable!

Next stop: Ibiza. Interestingly enough, a plane with Ryan Air is cheaper than a ferry. Who'da thunk it?
        I have tried and, so far, failed at finding any conclusive or reliable information on what form of transportation is more "green." As stated above, our reason for eventually going with a plane was the price. The flight was full, so that's one more-passengers-fewer-trips point for Ryan Air, but I know residents of the region take full advantage of the ferries that criss-cross the Balearic Sea (they get a pretty good discount).
        In terms of planes, ours was a relatively small passenger aircraft (the flight only took about an hour). But in terms of ferries, the Balearia boats are quite large. So which uses more fuel? Which is the Earth-friendliest option, in this case or generally? Thoughts?

Clubbing, cascading, & harpooning, oh my!

        ¡Hola, everyone! So, the ability to post a blog entry from each location proved entirely too difficult (well, impossible, most of the time) mostly because Álvaro and I lacked our own computers. Posting to the blog meant hunting down an internet café, and when we bothered to do that, it was for more pressing matters, like finding accommodation. I am starting to synthesize all of my thoughts, experiences and images now, after becoming more settled here in Richmond. Thanks for your patience. Keep up with us and leave a comment if you wish!

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        Our time in the city of Benidorm and adjacent towns of Polop and La Nucía on the Mediterranean coast of Spain was filled with perfect weather, more family, phenomenal tapas, and lots of dog hair. I fell in love with the people in this laid-back coastal town while spending many wind-blown car rides with Álvaro`s uncle`s Jack Russell terrier, Dixie, scurrying over my lap.

From el patio de la abuela de Álvaro

Beach life

        On the surface, within the sustainability sphere, Benidorm's policies don't seem to be as active as Madrid's, but if you take the time to get to know the locals, you quickly learn that they take pride in (and highly respect) the verdant abundance of their climate's flora. Every porch is smothered in plants, many of which have culinary or medicinal uses. The city's population (and the pressures that come with it) skyrocket during the summer months' tourist season, and I gathered that at that time the seafront is a sprawling tapestry of neon lights and competing DJs that crawls with party-goers and go-go dancers. I'm sure the city welcomes the extra income but is less excited about the extra waste.

Antonio, Sarah, yo y Álvaro

        Being here at the tail end of the summer craziness gave us a revealing view of the local cultural undercurrents pulsing through the place. That's not to say rampant clubbing and beach-bar-hopping is just a part of tourist culture--- that couldn't be farther from the truth. Álvaro's tia Sarah (she's originally from Germany but grew up in Benidorm) and her boyfriend Antonio were more than happy to give us a splendid taste of the beachfront marcha. Our visit transcended this side of the area, however. 

        Natural beauty is everywhere here, and people really take advantage of its fruits. We spent one afternoon harpoon-fishing and snorkeling the shallow reefs (and later hungrily gobbling the calamari and fish we caught!); we bared the cold, alpine rapids at the Les Fonts waterfall hike and gorge just outside of beautiful, tiny Polop; and we downed the creamy nut-based drink, horchata, that's a staple of the Alicante region and chased it with a fresh spring that has hydrated Polop residents for many years.

Les Fonts

"Water of the town, of this town, continues to be drank for twenty years, and has a bitter sweetness, but is of true chemistry that is the truest lyric yet." - my (poor) translation of the quote by the Polop spring

The streets of Polop

Madrid, plus a rough itinerary

        Madrid was incredible! Alvaro´s father was such a gracious host. We went hiking, visited the Palacio Real (Royal Palace), Madrid Rio, El Prado, La Puerta del Sol and many parks, experienced ´la marcha´ (Spain´s infamous nightlife), and spent a day in nearby Segovia and El Escorial.

Skaters blur by in El Parque de Retiro

        Almost everywhere we went I could see how Spain is ahead of the curve environmentally, in everything from hygene to consumerism. Toilets are always designed to save water (every single one I used had #1 and #2 flush settings :P), while as a shopper you actually have to pay for plastic disposable bags; everyone had their own reusable ones. Here, policy has done great things. In the US, if you actually use your resuable shopping bag at the grocery store, you´re inevitably labelled an environmentalist. But here, because of this decision, bringing your own bag is the more economical choice, too. You bring your own because is makes monetary sense, not just environmental sense, thereby prodding more people to save plastic and thus petroleum.

Recycling in a metro station

      


        The layout of the city was at once beautiful and sustainable. The Rio Madrid Project put a riverside highway underground and built a pedestrian- & cyclist- friendly park on top. Telephone cables and other unsightly infrastructure are beneath your feet, too, instead of cris-crossing the skyline and getting tangled in the numerous trees (apparently, Madrid boasts the most tree-lined streets in all of Europe).

One of many peaceful streets

       All in all, the air was clean, the parks green, the people passionate & friendly (and very patient with my Spanish), and the food fresh, meaty, and mouth-watering. ¡Viva Madrid!

A pool in Las Piedras

Incredible paella made by Alvaro (traditional Spanish dish with chicken, pork, seafood, veggies, & rice)

Biking the Rio

Fountain fun at the Rio

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Below is a rough itinerary for the rest of our trip; it´s constantly having to be adjusted!

Benidorm: now until Wednesday, Sept. 19

Barcelona: September 19-24

Ibiza: 24-26

Paris: 27- October 1

Milan: 1-4

Rome: 4-10

Venice: 10-14

Florence & Pisa: 14-17

Nice & Monaco: 17-21

San Sebastian: 21-25

Madrid: 25-29

 

WE'RE OFF AGAIN! EUROPE 2012

¡Hola from Madrid, El Escorial, y Segovia!

Fútbol outside of the El Escorial Monastery

Europe 2012

We departed for Spain, France, and Italy on September 3; the adventure will last two months, until October 29!

Beginning with a visit to Madrid to see Álvaro's family, we'll continue on to Valencia, Benidorm, Ibiza, Barcelona, Marseille, Nice, Genova, Florence, Venice, and (possibly) Santiago, before coming full circle back to Madrid.

***Update! It ended being--> Madrid, Benidorm, Barcelona, Ibiza, Barcelona again, Limoges, Paris, Venice, Rome, Toulouse, San Sebastian, Seville, and back to Madrid
STAY TUNED FOR A POST FROM EACH CITY!

My next post will sum up my time here in Spain´s capital. Look for an entry as we depart from each location / city--- coming soon is a calendar outlining a loose itenerary so you´ll have a better idea when that will be.

So it seems the plan outlined in the previous post (east coast of Spain, southern France, northern Italy) needed to be revised. We severely OVERestimated Europe´s size... as we had planned to use our flexible Eurail "travel days" (one-way train trips) on what we didn´t realize were only 2-3 hour journeys (my how far transportation technologies have come). Alvaro´s family gave us invaluable advice; we´re paying for this train pass so why not get as much out of it as we can and take the longest trips possible in order to see the most beautiful and highly-recommended parts of the countries we´re visiting? And now that we´re more familiar with how these passes work, visiting these places no longer seems impossible. (How nice it is to have such knowledgable guides as we´re just starting out!)

Now, instead of skirting only the southernmost towns of France, we´ll be hopping from Barcelona to Paris; Paris to Milan; Milan to Rome, then Venice, Florence, and back to France to see Nice and the surrounding towns. After that, we´ll be heading back to Spain to see the northern coast (San Sebastian) and then bringing it full circle to Madrid.

This seems like a much better bang for our transportation buck; not to mention getting to see the capitals of these countries I may not see again for a very long time... if ever.

Once again, I welcome any feedback / advice.

Onward to Alicante & Benidorm tomorrow =)

The Agricultural Revolution in 11 minutes!

Fabulously entertaining explanation of agricultural history!