Thursday, September 27, 2012

Guernica


Guernica
I love art. I love to try and feel what the artist was trying to convey. To be honest, I think some great art is trying to convey that the artist was bored...or in some cases just insane (see Salvador Dali). But much of the great art of the world is very expressive of a time or a place or an emotion. That is what Guernica is to me...a masterpiece of emotion and feelings perfectly placed on the giant canvas.
I first saw a picture of Guernica in a high school history class. There was something about it that just grabbed me. I learned that it was Picasso's attempt to show the horrors of war. Back in those days it was an ever present reality for young boys in high school with the threat of graduating and then being packed off to Vietnam to face them head on. We got/had to see the horrors daily as we watched the news of our older brothers coming home in a box. Later administrations thought this was not a good idea in order to minimize the horrors of war. But none the less, we were keenly aware of what our future held for us.
Seeing in person the epic work face to face in Madrid's Museo de Sofia, brought me again to that deep emotion of just how horrible war can be. The story is that Picasso was supposed to creat a piece of art to represent Spain at a worlds fair type of deal. He was uninspired and had no idea of what to paint. It was just 30 days before the event and still no idea...until he heard the news of a little village in northern Spain that was bombed by the Germans and Italians during the Spanish civil war. Many innocent people, just going about their day, until they became fodder for a few people trying to gain power over the masses. A terrible tragedy. Picasso poured that emotion out onto an 11'x25' canvas and finished the work in time to make a bold statement of protest.

Sometimes, we just need to be reminded of how ugly life can be. To use a medium like paint and canvas to speak out against the ills of our society. Sometimes something so beautiful can remind us of just how horrible we can be. And sometimes something so ugly can remind us of how wonderful we can be as we'll.

Madrid is a Lovely City Indeed


Madrid is a Lovely City
I have been to a few big cities. Been to LA, New York, Lima, San Jose CR, London, Dublin, and many others. I will soon be in Paris and in Rome so may be speaking a bit hastily...but I think I can go out on a limb and declare Madrid a lovely, lovely city. It is filled with very gracious people, beautiful parks and boulevards to stroll down, wonderfully easy transportation systems, and at least a couple of world class art galleries ( I only went to two).

They say Madrid was the old city and Barcelona is the new young city of Spain. But like an old man who is not quite ready to lay down and be overtaken by a young whippersnapper, Madrid has reinvented itself and feels vibrant and alive and new. New beautiful skyscrapers and a very hip vibe have made the old man new again.

Reinvented, reinvigorated, rejuvenated, refreshing...wait...am I still speaking about Madrid?

Monday, September 24, 2012

Madrid Spain


Madrid Spain
So when you arrive in a foreign country, it is amazing how...well foreign everything is. For us, when we get off the plane we are struck by the absence of big signs in our language telling us to WALK THIS WAY. So your first move is to try and figure out where it is you are supposed to go. You ask for help and it is amazing how little of your language people speak...its as if they put the most noncommunitive people in places that people like me need directions...wait it is the same in our country too...the people in gas stations do not know anything about our town, nor do they speak our language. Okay...so it really isn't different.

So we get off the plane and don't have a clue how we will get to our hotel. We have no idea where it is in relationship to the airport. So at a loss, we stumble to the Metro Counter of the subway system for Madrid. Now it is no surprise that the woman did not speak English, but we pointed to the address we wanted, she gave us a map, sold us two passes, and pointed us towards the station. After wandering around a bit, we made it on to the train...we think headed in the right direction, To our surprise, the names of the stations began to match the names on our map. We were going the right way. We even made a transfer from one train line to the other. Soon, we arrived at our destination, got off the train, and made it to our hotel. All was well and right with the world...we showered and tried to sleep...and tried to sleep...and tried to sleep.                                      
Turns out all we could do...is imagine ourselves speaking to people who don't speak our language...and wishing we had bought that copy of Language in a Box.

Traveling


Travel Day
September 21, 2012
Well today is a major travel day....not that every day you are traveling isn't, but today is that big one...San Diego to Madrid Spain with a quick stop in New York City. We got up at 4:45 to get to the airport at 5:30, then it is check in, stand in line, be treated like a piece of livestock (not a prized one but one going to the slaughterhouse), rush to the gate, sit and wait, stand in line at Starbucks to pay $16.00 for two coffees and some fruit, stand in line again when they call for you to board the plane, and then sit in the plane waiting for take off. When you finally sit and relax and start to get comfortable...the woman in front of you slams her seat back into your lap. "Hello lady...my name is Bill, what will we be eating together?"

It is so easy for us to complain about traveling these days. It used to be so much fun...now it is a burden and troublesome endeavor...not for the faint of heart or those who get their feelings hurt easily. I mean when they call for "first class people," it makes me aware of the fact with enough money, anyone can feel important. It also reminds me...I am not a first class person. I mean if we were lined up by our class...well I might end up in 5th class.

Another thing that really bothers me is the eager anticipation I have when the food carts roll by me. Now don't get me wrong, I have never met a squished turkey sandwich that didn't become my friend. But now the question is...."would you like to pay $8.00 for a squished sandwich?" No...I would not!

After about an hour of watching the people around me eat their $8.00 squished sandwich, it begins to look really good. We tell the flight attendant that we have reconsidered our previous strong stand...and now might be interested in that $8.00 squished sandwich. "I'm sorry sir...we sold all our squished sandwiches...would you care for a $10.00 container full of cold pasta topped with cold marinara sauce?"

I'm reminded of the great words of one of our social commentators (Louis CK) who said something to the effect of this..."you are strapped to a recliner chair hurtling through space at 36,000 feet to take a 5 hour trip that took your forefathers 6 months to complete and you are complaining because your wifi is slow?" Sorry...I won't complain again.

I'll have that cold pasta now.

Thursday, September 20, 2012

Here's a little map of where we are generally headed. If you know Mimi and Pa, they tend to go wherever the wind is blowing...so we'll see where we end up. The blue arrows represent car travel, and the red represents air travel.
Just a note of thanks to Tracey's Aunt Elinor who died this past year...we are on this trip with you knowing how much you loved to travel and eat. We will be eating for three in your honor. Love ya Aunty E

Another Adventure

Well, it is time to reignite the old blog. Mimi and Pa are getting ready to head to the airport for another trip of a lifetime. We leave for Madrid Spain tomorrow morning early. Our trip will include a car trip from Madrid to Paris, a flight from Paris to Venice, and another car trip from Venice to Rome.
We will try to post regularly to keep you up to date and to allow you to experience our adventures with us. So get yourself ready, sit back and relax, it is just about time for take-off.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

What...Two Days in a Row

Tuesday of Spring Break dawned and the overcast skies had a little touch of blue in them. It was enough to give us hope that today might be a sunny day. After shaking all the water out of everything from the overnight showers, Pa got the coffee cooking and settled in to see how long before Mimi would arise from her slumber. About the time the coffee was being pressed, out she stumbles. A modern day version of Jeff Spicolli, she bursts out of the van in a cloud of smoke...ready to tackle the day...after the coffee that is.

After some breakfast and more coffee, they pack up Van the Man and head out to a trail head. This hike they're about to embark on, is at the Sunset Bay St. Park near North Bend. This is one of those beautiful idyllic settings you find along the Oregon coast. A perfect beach surrounded by rocks and forested cliffs. Waves crash against a rocky reef allowing only the smallest of waves to crash gently on the beach. It is absolutely spectacular.

So Mimi discovers in our hiking guide, a trail that skirts the coastline down to a place called Shore Acres. Now it turns out, all of this land was owned by one rich dude who built this glorious estate right on the bluffs of this amazing piece of coastline. Mimi says it has botanical gardens...need we say more. If it has a garden, Mimi is there. It could be twenty seven miles straight up Mt. Everest and Mimi would find a way to get to that Garden. So we set out on the trail.

Now if you'll remember, they walked six and a half miles the day before...some strenuous stuff. Right out of the shoot...no warm up...switchbacks. Switchbacks are the slow torture device created my some psychotic trail builder who had a lot of pent up anger and frustration he wanted to take out on the rest of humanity. They wind back and forth up the hill gaining seemingly insignificant amounts of altitude with each brutal step. If there was a staircase you could be dome with the whole climb in 15 minutes...albeit very tired...but at the top. But no, you have to walk an extra mile in each direction twice...or something.

Now Mimi, with the thoughts of that garden in her minds eye, was determined up those switchbacks. Even though the pain from yesterdays hike was still very present in her calves, she plowed ahead like a Lioness hunting down a Gazelle to feed her cubs.

She made short work of the Switchbacks and was up on top of the cliffs overlooking the spectacular wild Oregon ocean. A gentle walk along the bluffs were augmented by the rugged beauty of the waves crashing into the reefs and the sun...yes the sun...reflecting off the faces of the waves. Pretty glorious.

So the two miles were made quick work of and we arrive at Shore Acres and another spectacular view. Beautiful lawns spilling down to the cliffs. But these lawns were covered with whale paparazzi. I mean gaggles of them sitting in their chairs, eyes glued to the eyepieces, just hoping to catch a brief glimpse of a blow spout. As if it were Brad and Angelina and Jennifer all peaking up over the cliff for just the briefest of moments. They were quite rabid in their passion to see a whale migrate. It was hard for Mimi and Pa to understand the fervor cause they have been out amongst the whales and looked into the eye of a Killer Whale in the Puget Sound. Pa has had one breach through a giant pod of fish not 20 feet in front of him in Alaska. Now that's something to see. But maybe these paparazzi had not had those opportunities. It's too bad really.

Well, on to the gardens. Now let me tell you...they were amazing...beautiful...very nice. These were some of the finest examples of what man can do with stone and brick and of course the building block to every fine garden...the Boxwood hedge. It was really nice. The lower garden was Asian influence with a wonderful pond. It is so nice...but...........

The walk back was a reflective one for Pa...kind of quiet. Thinking about the garden and the paparazzi and the works of man. Apparently, the rich guy who bought and developed all of this property, built two spectacular homes on the property that burned down. He tried to harness all of this beauty and ended up in a little cottage in Coos Bay. The garden is amazing and beautiful, but let it go for one season and it looks like a wasteland. People clamoring for just a glimpse of the blessed whale and their whole year is now somehow worthwhile. All the while.........

Pa was reminded of the great scene in the movie "Jeremiah Johnson" when old Del Gue screams out "these here Rocky Mountains is God's greatest cathedrals, nothing on Earth can compare to these here mountains. I am a Mountain Man and will remain so until God takes me to Heaven" (or something to that effect).

The ocean and the cliffs and the trees scream out "look at me". All around is the handiwork of the Creator who made these things for us to have our souls refreshed and our hearts gladdened. It is hard to imagine trying to enhance something that is made so perfectly. But we try.