June 12, 2015 - Art for art's sake

What an extraordinary day this has been! Arleen has brought us from Barcelona's Roman beginnings all the way to the modernisme era - just about a thousand years of history. Finally we have come to the age when art stands alone, serving neither a secular nor a sacred purpose, but simply existing and having value for its own sake.

Nowhere is this principle embodied more forcefully than in the architecture of Antoni Gaudi and his contemporaries. Today we walked from the Plaza de Catalunya at the center of the city up the Passeig de Gracia, a glittery shopping street (Manolo Blahnik, Tiffany, etc., etc.) where much of the Modernista architecture is found. We stood for a good while directly across the street from the Casa Batllo, which is far more impressive than its pictures would lead one to believe. At the same time, it occupies the street rather quietly, modestly overwhelming everything that surrounds it.

A few blocks away we are astounded by the facade of the prize-winning apartment building design of Toyo Ito, which pays homage to Gaudi's Casa Mila across the street.

Casa Mila simply blew me away. As we stood in front of it and listened to Arleen's commentary on the structure and Gaudi's inspiration, the beautiful city of Montserrat and its mountains, we could almost hear the conversation between the Gaudi original and the Ito response. I believe this design and construction has touched me most of all in this adventure, and that wouldn't be possible without the careful layering of instruction from our gifted teacher.

At this point we were instructed to set off on our own until we meet to travel to Valencia on Monday. We have so many things left on our list, and we set right to work.

First, a glimpse inside El Nacional, a former textile mill that has been converted to a restaurant mecca. We agreed that it might be the most beautiful setting for multiple restaurants in the world. My pictures will hardly do it justice!

Then on to lunch, at a small restaurant specializing in Basque tapas.

After lunch, a trip up the escalators of El Corte Ingles, Spain's largest department store, to the ninth floor restaurant/bar/cafeteria where the view of the Plaza de Catalunya is simply spectacular. From this height we could see Montjuic and the sea.

Mike and I decided to do the Las Ramblas walk from Plaza de Catalunya to the Rambla del Flors, which is where we began our walk down Las Ramblas to the sea last week. The difference in the crowd from last week was marked: it had increased by about a factor of ten. We decided that the farther into June we get, the more crowded the city will become. We are very grateful that we arrived on June 3, when there was more room and fewer people! We did take the opportunity on this walk to duck into the famous La Boqueria, the enormous market and major tourist attraction. Never have we seen so much food being photographed, purchased, and eaten by so many people!

Then - back to the hotel for a bit of a rest before venturing out again around 7:00 p.m. to meet friends for dinner. We returned to a favorite plaza, the Placa Reial. Here we dined at mariscCo, a fascinating place that once was a natural history and science workshop. It was a gathering place for artists of the late 19th and early 20th century, and smack in the middle of the current indoor dining room is a life-sized statute of a rhinoceros with Salvador Dali atop. It seems that Dali and his colleagues would visit this workshop and they dissected a number of large animals, including a rhino. Hence the Dali connection!

Luckily this restaurant has beautiful and delicious food in addition to its rather odd theme.

(Above - An early evening view of the Placa Reial. Note lamppost designed very early in his career by Antoni Gaudi.)

We are planning a little later start tomorrow, and hope to spend the day at Montjuic. So far the weather has cooperated - it is sunny and cool, with a breeze. Fingers crossed that it continues!

June 11, 2015 - Madrid, and then back to Barcelona

This morning we were able to sleep in a bit - until 8:30! Then another amazing breakfast at our Madrid hotel, and out again. A torrential rainstorm kept us in the lobby for a little while, then off to the most wonderful Museo Thyssen-Bornemisza

Susan Yelton, our very savvy traveling companion, has mentioned that the Thyssen is one of her favorites, and we have to agree. Containing one of the world's most distinguished private art collections, the Thyssen is beautifully curated, organized perfectly, and, most important to us, very uncrowded. It was possible to stand before some of the world's masterpieces all alone and just revel in the experience. We spent a solid two hours, visiting first the temporary collection, which was a group of Zurbaran masterworks, then going to selected works in the private collection. The number of treasures amassed by this family is unbelievable. Is it too politically incorrect to say that we enjoyed this smaller museum more than the Prado?

Above - The living wall as it looked on June 9. Below - The same wall as we left Madrid on June 11.)

After a light lunch, we gathered as a group in the lobby of our hotel, then set out to walk the few blocks to the train station. We left promptly at 5:00 p.m. for Barcelona, and had a pleasant, smooth, and very fast ride aboard the bullet train.

In Barcelona, it was raining - seems as though that has been a theme for the past two days. We divided into groups of four and caught taxis back to our hotel. We had a very nice taxi driver who apologized profusely because his English was not so good. Acknowledging that our Spanish/Catalan is far worse than his English, we were charmed. He dropped us right at the door of our hotel, and for 10 Euros per couple, we felt we had the best of the bargain!

So funny that we felt as though we had come home, in a sense. Our rooms were just as we left them (but much tidier), and, after a brief unpacking, we set out for our favorite tapas bar (the Toothpick Place), and enjoyed a light meal, some wine and beer, and stopped in for a quick gelat on the way back to home base.

Now we're back in the room, completely unpacked, showered and ready for bed. Tomorrow we gather at 9:00 a.m. - destination: Gaudi!

And at least as far as I'm concerned, I loved our Madrid experience, but Barcelona is friendlier, has a more exciting vibe, is definitely cleaner - and the food is better. We're glad to be back.

June 10, 2015 - Today we had a little rain ....

We stepped out on the Paseo del Prado this morning to be greeted by clouds and a cool breeze. What a lovely day - we had been expecting temperatures in the 90s. It began to rain, really just a little rain, as we headed past the Prado towards the Hercules statute and the Fuente de la Cibelas. This statute graces the main square for athletic celebrations; for instance, as many as a million people have gathered to celebrate an important futbol win by Real Madrid. (Noting here that Barca is still the best futbol team in the universe.)

We headed towards our ultimate destination for today, the Plaza Mayor, with Arleen, our peerless (and fearless) leader, pointing out many architectural wonders along the way. Madrid, which is a much younger city than Barcelona, is home to some fabulous 17th and 18th century structures and many beautiful promenades. Finally we reached the Royal Palace, which is certainly in a class with Versailles. Like Versailles, it no longer houses the royal family (although Spain, unlike France, still has an actual royal family), and is used primarily as a tourist mecca and for great state events. We were lucky enough to be present for an impressive posting of the guard, complete with fife and drum and beautiful, perfectly matched gray horses. Two of the horsemen graciously circled the plaza, giving the crowd a chance to take as many pictures as anyone could want.

We circled around one side of the palace (vowing to return later today or tomorrow and actually go inside) and made our way down to the ruins of the Moorish wall. Madrid, as a new city by European standards, doesn't have the kinds of ruins that we've seen in Barcelona, but this is an impressive archaeological spot. It also boasts a magnificent view of the entire city spread below the palace.

Then - on to Plaza Mayor! This is an absolutely enormous plaza, ringed with shops and restaurants and filled with visitors and street performers. Here we had lunch and did a little shopping.

After a most pleasant break, we headed back to hotel, walking the length of the Calle del Huertas.

This street was originally far from the more upscale areas around the palace and was the home to many of Spain's most distinguished writers. Situated near the city's vegetable gardens in the 17th and 18th centuries (Calle del Huertas means Street of the Vegetables), it was a cheap area in which to live, and writers, like most artists, generally needed inexpensive lodgings.

At various points along the street are embedded brass letters which are quotes from the works of novelists and poets whose names are recognizable to any Spanish schoolchild. While our group wasn't familiar with all of them, some we did recognize, and we were particularly struck by the quote from Cervantes, which is the opening line of "Don Quixote." Arleen pointed out a few plaques on the walls of houses where some of these men lived; most of the dwellings that would have been occupied in those centuries are gone, however, and the quotes in the pavement are an excellent way of memorializing this era and these famous writers. What a special treat to be guided by a native speaker who can convert these words into colloquial English!

The Calle del Huertas ends at the Paseo del Prado, and here we were on familiar ground. We returned to the hotel for just a bit of a rest, then were off again. We did a little more shopping, then explored the neighborhood around the hotel (found a grocery store with water for just one euro/bottle) and also walked past a restaurant called Steakburger, which boasts the best hamburgers in town. This, I believe, is a pretty low bar to jump, Madrid not being the hamburger mecca that, say, Tallahassee is. We will never know, of course. I will admit, however, that Mike broke down this morning and purchased a decaf caffe Americano from McDonald's this morning. And enjoyed it thoroughly. Suffice it to say that European McDonald's is a cut above the American model.

After a brief rest, we met some other OLLIs for a stroll over to the Reina Sofia museum. Viewing Picasso's "Guernica" was a don't-miss for our whole group and most of us visited this museum sometime during the day.

It's difficult to explain the difference between seeing photos, no matter how artful, of "Guernica" and seeing the real thing. First of all, it's enormous. It occupies its own room in the museum, and is the only artwork that one absolutely cannot photograph, even without flash. On an adjoining wall is a series of photos taken by Dora Maar, Picasso's lover at the time, that show the progression of the work from first drawing to final iteration. It is the most detailed record of an artwork in progress ever, I believe. And Picasso created it in only one month.

The painting itself deserves much more time and contemplation than we gave it. Having said that, I will note that we spent quite a bit of time in the room, talking and reading about the painting and simply looking at it.

[As a sidebar, I'd like to comment that a huge bonus of this study abroad with OLLI has been the insightful bits of Spanish history our instructor has shared with us. Our previous knowledge of the awful pain that "Guernica" communicates adds immeasurably to our appreciation of the painting. It's truly a joy to travel with one so knowledgeable, and between what Arleen has offered us in situ and a lot of what our instructor from Florence and from Maymester, Bill Walter, has taught us, we are experiencing this trip on many, many levels. If you are reading these words, I say get thyself enrolled in OLLI at FSU ASAP.]

After "Guernica," we adjourned to the plaza and finished the evening with pizza and red wine. What an enjoyable meal! We love our OLLI friends, and every engagement with these fellow travelers and learners adds to the experience. Now we are back in our hotel home base and looking forward to perhaps a bit of a sleep-in in the morning. We are on our own until we catch a 5:00 p.m. train back to Barcelona. I must admit, we are biased: we love Barcelona, its Catalan vibe, its wonderful food, its cozy feel, and will be happy to return there. But before we leave magic Madrid, we'll maybe hit the Prado one more time, or go to the Thyssen, or maybe check out the Royal Palace, or ....