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Vueling airlines, casa Bonay hotel, Architecture walk/gaudi, boquera market, el barrio/born, Colmado Murria tapas- Barcelona

Gaudi #3 Casa Mila, the one to tour

We had a quick and easy 1 hour flight on budget airline Vueling from the small Santander airport to the huge Barcelona airport. The airline didn’t even ask for any identification, just our boarding pass and there was no hassle with carryon luggage. The bus into the Barcelona’s equivalent of Times Square but not as garish (plaza de catalunya) was quick and easy and cheap (7 euro each) and got us about 12 minutes walk from our charming hipster hotel Casa Bonay, where we had dinner at 9 pm (Spanish style) at Bodega Bonay, one of the hotel’s restaurants which turned out to be Italian tapas.

Gaudi #1

This morning we went on a 3 hour architecture tour with an architect/engineer professor that stretched into 3.5 hours. There was one other lovely couple from Tucson. The tour was good but a little too much time was spent on the engineering intricacies. I was more interested in Antonio Gaudi’s art, design and personal story rather than the construction details. But we did see three of his major buildings (outside only) and were told Casa Mila (aka La Pedrera) is the one to tour inside, beyond the church which we will visit tomorrow. It’s the city’s classic modernista building.

Casa Batllo, the Gaudi that is more outrageously Gaudi, has alas been turned into a tourist trap but is well worth gawking at from the street. It’s next to two other fascinating modernista/art nouveau buildings by other less famous architects on the “Block of Discord” (because the three whimsical buildings, built side by side, clash in a wonderfully discordant way.) I didn’t know about the Gaudi/salvador Dali link but it makes sense. Gaudi was the Dali of architecture and influenced Dali.

Gaudi #2 the cool but tourist trap one, Casa Batllo on the “block of discord”

The weather was great, sunny, crisp, near 60 so we walked all over, dipping into various old neighborhoods (barri gotic, el born) and stopping at La boquera market, eating a sandwich and fried anchovies as we strolled past dozens of food stalls. We strolled along the ramblas and watching break dancers in front of the cathedral.

Pastry shop

Dinner was tapas at Colmado Murria a beautiful old deli (so beautiful it costs 5 euro just to step inside.) Next time I’ll book one of the few tables or countertop stools in the store, beside the gorgeous deli counters. We were in a sweet little “inside “ room with only four tables.

We had an excellent cheese and meat board fresh from the deli counter, a tapas of raw salmon with a slice of cured bacon, creamy black rice with white seafood, and a rich macaroni and cheese that looked nothing like the Mac and cheese at home.It had dark meat and cheese encrusted penne dotted with a dark sauce. We ended up meeting an American who is the grandson of Charles Eames (of Eames chair and my high school Cranbrook fame), a titan of American Modernist design which seemed fitting after a day of Gaudi.

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Medieval church/castle/streets and best sardines and seafood paella – san Vincente de La Barquera, Spain

I finally had the Spanish meal of my dreams, not far from the sweet cottage where we’ve been staying with our friends at el Mozucu restaurant in San V. I remembered the grilled and salted sardines from our last visit here in 1989. Nothing like the little ones packed into a tin with oil (although I like those too and bought some as gifts.) we also had an outstanding seafood paella that arrived in a large red ceramic pan, very moist and full of flavor, with large chunks of seafood (clams, crab, octopus.) all eaten outside overlooking boats bobbing in the harbor and mountains in the distance on a suddenly warm and sunny day. Bliss.

We also walked around the ancient part of the city which is somewhat hidden by the newer parts. We walked up a narrow cobblestone path to the castle and beyond that done beaucoup carved stone buildings to the lovely old church. It’s the kind I like, fairly simple, not too ornate, with almost folk art looking sculptures, including an angel holding an oar.

Along the water is a pretty promenade lined with thick palm trees and a square surrounded by squat plane/sycamores. We had another must-have at a cafe liver looking rhe square: fresh churros with hot chocolate the consistency of chocolate pudding to dunk them in. We also bought some tinned sardines and chorizo to take home as gifts.

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West to Luarca and cudillero – northern Spain

Luarca

We drive two hours west along the stunning jagged northwest coast past high mountains to visit two charming fishing villages, both wrapped around harbors with brightly colored boats bobbing in the water and pretty old white washed buildings trimmed with red or blue and dramatic waves crashing into breakwaters and jagged rocks rising from the seabed.

Luarca backstreets
Luarca building

Luarca is the bigger of the two and we ate at a small charming seafood restaurant overlooking the harbor, La montenesa del muelle. There’s a gorgeous botanical garden atop a cliff between the harbor and the coast that wasn’t really open but we sloshed along a green grassy path past palm trees and pink and yellow camellia trees.

Luarca

We had razor clams which were strangely long and chewy and grilled octopus with potatoes that also was a little too chewy for me. M&C wisely ordered a salad which came with corn, hard boiled eggs and tuna; and a huge crispy grilled white fish with crispy thin sliced potatoes.

Cudillero

A photo of famous Spanish chef Jose Andreas with the restaurant staff hung near our table. He lives nearby in this region called Asturias.

Cudillero?

Cudillero was more compact and spiffed up and I’d like to have spent more time there. We picked up some local sidre (cider). Sadly the grilled sardines I remember eating when we were here in the early fall of 1989 are t available this time of year. Some businesses are closed because it’s off season by the upside: we had these towns almost to ourselves. Apparently they are overrun with tourists in the high season, which displeases some judging from occasional graffiti reading “Locals Only!”

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Sunshine in San Vicente de La Barquera, Rain in Santillana Del Mar and museo de Altamira/“neocave” – northern Spain coast

Old friends, old world

Yesterday was a drive south through the mountains. Today was a drive east along the coast, with some welcome sunshine that made the undulating bright green valleys, brown sandy beaches, foamy white waves, and villages lined with ancient stone buildings all the more dazzling.

We walked with our hosts and their two big white dogs along the beach a short walk from the cottage. (The wild boar M spotted dead on the beach yesterday was gone. Amen.) Sun, clouds, patches of blue sky, the red tiled roofs of the village in the distance, and then more green peaks and behind them snow capped mountains: just stunning.

Our cottage on left
Beach, Village with mountains and snow capped peaks
Santillana by car

Our drive east was along a narrow curving road high above the water. We went to the Museo de Altamira, a “neocave” near the famous ancient city of Santillana Del Mar, which is a remarkable reproduction of the ancient cave and its red and black cave paintings of bison, horses and cows dating back 15,000+ years. Apparently the real cave nearby is too fragile for visitors so this reproduction was created. Not quite like the real caves we’ve visited but impressive in its own way, for its apparently faithful reproduction.

Lunch was at el Castillo Del los locos, a little bar/cafe with glass walls looking out on the ocean. The view was the main attraction and an impressive one. We drive through the ancient town of Santillana Del Mar where we stayed in 1989 and it looked largely as I vaguely remembered, minus tourists or cows that were led through the main cobbled street when we visited. The town of Comillas also was charming and hope to return when the weather is more inviting for a stroll.

M & dog
Santillana Del Mar (from the car)

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Picos de Europa drive from our lovely cantabrian village San Vincente de La Barquera – return to Northern Spain

We were last in this part of northern Spain in 1989 and amazingly enough, stopped in San Vincente de La Barquera where we are now, staying with our friends M & C. They are renting a sweet little tennant cottage built in the 1850s but helpfully modernized, tucked into steep ridged bright green hills overlooking the pounding surfer-enticing waves of the Atlantic Ocean. The cottage has lots of character, a mix of white stucco, round beach stone walls, red Spanish roof tiles, pretty second story wooden balcony.

Potes

We drove on a rainy day through the tight mountain passes between the towering Picos de Europa, with high sheer cliffs of striated white and grey-blue stone, past the occasional charming rustic stone farmhouses, thick shaggy work horses, and lovely ancient villages.

Potes restaurant

We drove from Panes south to Potes over the mountain. Same road over crest of mountains, passes, valleys meet there, river, towards the funicular. Also took a narrow winding road up a cliff near Puente de Hermida hot water spa, drove up a mountainous cliff.

Dining

Lunch was at an old Spanish Restaurant el bodegon where no one balked at four yanks walking in with two large white dogs. Ollie and Leto camped out under our table, hidden by a tablecloth and never made a sound. We dined on roasted lamb, steak, sweetbreads, lamb chops and potatoes; bean soup, cold white asparagus with swirls of mayonnaise, cold marinated leeks.

Picos

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Gordon’s wine bar/embankment, lamb & flag pub/ Covent garden, Maison Bertaux/soho – roaming around London with Evan.

We visited some old favorites while visiting with an old friend from Iowa. The weather finally cleared and London’s skyline looked lovely set against blue sky and sun. The whole city seemed to come out from inside, where the grey and rain kept us cooped up. We even ate outside at Gordon’s wine bar which is famous for its dark candle-lit cavernous interior. Instead we sat at an outdoor table with a heat lamp, sipping wine and eating cheese while looking out at a green garden along the Thames.

Maison Bertaux

Next stop Neal’s Yard, a tiny pocket where I used to go to a lovely bakery/tea house in the 1980s. Long gone but the cheese shop is still nearby where we bought some Stilton for the Iberia flight we’re on right now to Madrid, that won’t even give you water unless you pay for it.

Lamb and Flag

On to the Lamb and Flag, a pub from the 1600s in an alley (Rose Lane) in very bustling Covent Garden. Many streets are now pedestrian only, which is pleasant and we even reached a multi-directional crossing at Charing Cross that reminded us of Tokyo’s. We were ready to cross horizontal and then cross vertical when we saw people crossing diagonally and followed suit.

Final stop, maison Bertaux, a tiny French patisserie that oozes character. We found a rickety table upstairs and had tea, coffee, a strawberry tart and a surprisingly dry chocolate mousse cake, which may explain why the server brought us a free cream tea that was better.

London seemed good but our English friends are understandably outraged and aghast at what’s happening in the states, as are we. They have vowed not to visit unless we’re in dire need. At least one friend worried about whether she’d have trouble entering because she has been critical of trump on social media. So I guess we’ll be coming back to see them.

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Tate Britain, Westminster backstreets, Marylebone High street and lane – London

A fascinating exhibit of art and war photography by American Lee Miller lured us to Tate Britain, which I have visited less of late than its popular offspring, the Tate Modern. I forgot how Old England charming the original building and its collection are, not only the atmospheric Turner paintings but Pre-Raphaelite gems including John William Waterhouse’s 1888 painting, “The lady of shalott” my daughter’s favorite painting. (She inherited the poster from me, which I inherited from my mom.)

We saw it on her birthday! I was also dazzled John Everett Millais’s 1850s “Ophelia” (that emerald green!) and several huge John Singer Sargent portraits.

Marylebone fancy food (Bayley &Sage)

After a decent sandwich in the busy v &a cafe, we walked out into near sunshine, which was welcome after arriving in grey drizzle. We walked behind Millbank into beautiful old brick row houses with the occasional plaque of indicating the former home of someone famous (TE Lawrence, actor John Gielgud) to deans yard and Westminster school and then Westminster abbey and parliament where I was an intern 46 years ago.

Westminster hood

Dinner was at an Australian restaurant, Granger and Co. with two friends from our parliament days, my Londoner pal Francine and my college friend Patti, who is working in London. It was fun window shipping in Marylebone. Pro tip: visit the charity shops (Oxfam, cancer research) for some affordable finds. Otherwise the boutiques are ridiculously expensive. Also visit the charming Daunt bookshop.

Old friends

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Marie Antoinette at V &A, The little hive/mortlake and hare & Hounds/east sheen, jazz in west Ealing: Return to London

A dazzling exhibit on the couture and fashion influence of Marie Antoinette at the Victoria and Albert Museum turned out to be a perfect activity of a gloomy rainy day in London. We also enjoyed eating in one of the beautiful old tiled rooms of the cafeteria and cream tea in the members lounge with member Francine.

V&A

Breakfast with Una: pastries and egg concoction s was good at The little Hive, across from Mortlake station, a warm rustic place run by Albanians. we also had good pub grub nearby at the Hare and Hounds. And good jazz by a Francine friend at a pub in west Ealing, where I first lived in London as a student in 1980.

The weather is dark and rainy but at least not cold or torrential rain and there is occasional sun and bright green lawns and even some flowers so an improvement over frigid Chicago.

Note to self: Boston Manor tube was a much easier pickup than Hammersmith when arriving at Heathrow and pleasant cafe (#66) to wait

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Global entry continues to disappoint

The latest issue: global entry gave Dirck a name that differs from his passport name so he cannot use it on this first attempt for a trip to Europe. grrrr. Homeland security put his middle initial instead of his full middle name on his global entry. His middle name is on his passport and his ticket. Everything needs to match, especially for international travel.

This is incredibly frustrating especially since it took months to given get an application interview after applying. We applied on the same day and mine took maybe a month.

Meanwhile, one perk of having global access/tsa preselect is gone. You no longer have to take your shoes off going thru regular check-in. And we’ve seen little difference in the time it takes me to go thru tsa or global entry vs. dirck going through regular.

Also, Dirck automatically received a global entry card, which turned out to be useless in this situation and not needed in general. And I never received a card, although I requested one several months ago after it didn’t automatically arrive.

So my advice based on our experience to date: skip the hassle and expense of global entry and maybe also tsa preselect.

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View from the nosebleed seats – Symphony Center and the Auditorium theatre in Chicago

We got last minute seats to the Chicago Symphony Orchestra’s holiday concert which meant we were way up in the (top) sixth floor balcony, second to last row. I didn’t know symphony center went that high. Not ideal but we could at least see better from there than from the nosebleed seats at The Auditorium theatre, which is set back further from the stage so the members of The National (the band) were ant size (and the giant screen was mostly psychedelic art instead of the action on stage. Never again.)

Symphony Center

At least at symphony hall we could see all the musicians, including the tops of their heads. The seats were a little too shallow and upright and it was disconcerting to have a metal pipe railing in front of our seats, presumably to keep us from keeling over. Fortunately there were two upholstered chairs st the end of the aisle for disabled patrons. I sat in one which was much more comfortable. The music, plus the symphony choir and an appearance from Santa, was great.

Chicago has no shortage of charming and ornate old theaters including The Lyric, CIBC and the Chicago theater.

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