Yesterday I received a letter from my grandmother. (Thank you!!!) Her questions have inspired a blog post.
Our terrace (with Pilar in the background) and the thin blanket of snow. (Taken before Christmas break)
Zaragoza does not really get snow. Occasionally - twice - it has snowed those big, heavy, fat flakes that are usually followed by rain and washed away.
The palm tree in the main entrance to our school covered in snow!! (taken before Christmas break)
The weather doesn't really get below freezing. Spain is a country with widely varied climates. The summer tends to be hot all over, but the south usually maintains a bit of warmth throughout the winter months. However, this year it has snowed in Sevilla - something which hadn't happened since 1956! Madrid is also covered in white, a rare enough occurence to shut about the entire city down. Here in Zaragoza, however, we are enjoying temperatures in the 30s, and mixed sun and clouds.
We are still eating the roscón from Three Kings Day! Cleaning out the fridge is rather difficult in my house because between my host grandmother and I, we are always cooking and baking new things to fill it and the cupboards, too! Since receiving a most wonderful package from Janet and Harry which contained measuring cups and spoons, and getting mini muffin tins from my Aunt Barbara, I have not had to improvise nearly as much, and hence the quality of my baked goods has improved still more! I am also in possession of the massive cookbook "The Joy of Cooking", which the school director loaned me, so I have pretty much an infinite amount of trustworthy recipes. Although successful baking endeavors aren't as exciting to write about, I've made some wonderful pancakes in the hostel in Valencia, lentil soups of various sorts, roasted beets (purchased from an organic farmer's market that happens once a month near my apartment) with a cream-cheese garlic sauce, a cheesecake with a lemon curd topping and a crust made from digestive cookies (the closest thing to graham crackers around) - they have Philidelphia cream cheese here, but it is wicked expensive, so I took a chance on "queso para untar" (spreading cheese) which turned out to indeed be the same thing, lemon ginger muffins, apple muffins...I like to keep myself busy and my friends' stomachs full!
I love the fact that my host grandparents live downstairs. We share a newspaper, and if I run out of ingredients, I can just pop down and ask for a lemon or a handful of almonds. I can also walk to a supermarket in 2 minutes, a fruit store in 3, and a cheese place in 4. Talk about convenience stores...
"Hypergraphies Polylogue", Isidore Isou
"Sense Títol", Pablo Palazuelo
"100 boots", Eleanor Antin
"Gagarine se tue en avion", Gil J Wolman
"El número y las aguas", Pablo Palazuelo
The fish sculpture designed by Frank Gehry along the Mediterranean coast of Barcelona.
Another sculpture along the beach.
One of the many sand sculptures we encountered along the beach.
The first image of Park Güell! Comissioned as a private park, Gaudí took all the liberty he wanted in its design. It was later acquired by the city.
The curvy bench with its broken tile decor is the quintessential image of Parc Güell. It is indeed perhaps the most impressive of the park's features. Located on a hill, you can look out over the benches and see the Mediterranean in the distance.
The designs are composed entirely of a mosaic of broken tiles.
One could spend all day admiring the designs of the little tiles up close, and the patterns they make from far away.
The entrance is flanked by two buildings which look like gingerbread houses. This is the tower of one of them, also decorated with broken tiles, reaching into the blue Barcelona sky.
Our terrace (with Pilar in the background) and the thin blanket of snow. (Taken before Christmas break)
The palm tree in the main entrance to our school covered in snow!! (taken before Christmas break)
A stained-glass window of particular beauty in the Valencia cathedral. Also in the cathedral is the left (or right?) arm of San Vincente de Paul, and the holy grail. What?, you exclaim, why didn't Dan Brown just send everyone to Valencia instead of all the Lourve and Da Vinci stuff? Because the real story is boring: the guy who had the holy grail needed money, so he asked the Valencian church for a loan. They agreed, but wanted the cup as collateral. The guy later defaulted on his loan and so here it stayed. (And I totally stole all that information, including the Dan Brown line, from our wonderful tour leader from Valencia Non-Stop. Free tours for those in albergues...)
