Marbella

Blimey ........ we missed the fun and games by a week or two. Police have been all over the town brandishing guns as the Mayor, a woman wouldn't you know, was arrested for questioning about financial irregularities and misappropriation of funds. According to Sur she was in bed recovering from liposuction at the time of her arrest! It could only happen in Marbella! 19 other councillors were hauled in too and are still behind bars. Stacks of cash have been found in some of their houses.

Worse still, the beach is shrinking back to its original rocky shoreline. No sand has been imported for some years. Cars are parked willy nilly all over the beach approaches because the franchise for towing cars away is under investigation.

But its good to be back. My daughter and grandchildren have joined us and we are enjoying what is left of the beach, building lots of sandcastles while we can! :-)

Malaga

Our final couple of days before the familiarity of Marbella is reached was spent in Malaga. We have always said we should spend some time in Malaga instead of just rushing past it on our way to or from the airport, usually at unearthly times of the day or night, and I am so glad we did. It is a delightful city and we have had an amazing time.

Malaga is the capital of the Costa del Sol. It is one of the most important cities in Southern Spain. It's port saw trade with the ancient Phonecians - all that purple dye stuff - and it exported a fish paste it produced which was highly sought after by the Romans. Moorish Gibralfaro castle is high on the hill overlooking the town. In the town itself the huge Cathedral dominates, it was built between the 16th and 18th centuries. Malaga is also the hallowed birthplace of Picasso.

Thank goodness we reached our hotel relatively early after the short hop from Cordoba. Soon queues of cars built up, all patiently waiting to get into the city centre car parks. Thursday is the most popular of the Santa Semana processions and one of the longest, starting at about 5.oo in the afternoon and finishing at 5.00 the next morning. We managed to stay the course until 2.00 am. and considering we had fitted in a trip to the fairly new Picasso Museum in the afternoon I think that was pretty good going!

The first Tronos is Mary, looking so sad, but beautiful, surrounded by flowers, preceded by swinging incense burners, and carried by the cofradía Santa Cruz. The two guys in the photo spotted me with my camera - and I was well back, behind tiers of seating. They posed for me in one of the frequent respite stops the bearers have to make. They were having such a good time in spite of the heavy work. Who knows, they could be some of the famous people that belong to the various cofraías! The second photo here below, again a respite halt, show three young guys verging on exhaustion after carrying their tronos well into the night.


The Forces were represented in the Holy Thursday Santa Sermana parade as well. This guy in the photo below had an axe on his back and the Esquadrilla de Honores he was part of carried out a stunning series of movements with their rifles, swinging them around with tight precision - this special particular guys' task make all the harder by my camera flashes, but he didn't loose his concentration once! Nice - very!


Some of the bearers walked bare footed some were blindfolded. Behind the tronos some followers were blindfolded or barefooted too, doing penance for their sins of the past year. Women as well as men.

We like Malaga a lot. As we drove out westwards we saw a lot of the seafront is earmarked for redevelopment. Malaga is bidding for European Cultural Capital of 2016. To my mind there is no doubt it thoroughly deserves the accolade.

Cordoba

It was 27 degrees when we reached Cordoba in Andalucia. It was much hotter in the car, so hot that my husband, my even tempered and mild husband, really yelled at a local policeman not once but at least twice. This handsome young man was trying to redirect us away from the route Keith wanted to take to get to our hotel, which is right opposite the Mezquita. He must be used to tourist abuse as he didn't bat an eyelid, and he eventually acquiesced to Keith’s strident demands to go down a closed street!

We got to the Hotel Marisa with enough time to dump our bags, cross the street and enjoy a wander round the phenomenal Mezquita. The Mezquita, an Arab Mosque with a Cathedral inside its core, has to rank in the top 10 of architectural wonders of the world. It is incredible.

The scent of orange blossom enveloped us as we crossed the cobbled patio to enter the cool hushed world of Abd al-Rahman who began to build the Mosque over the existing Christian basilica of San Vicente in 756. It was enlarged by Abd al-Rahman II in 821, Alhakén II in 961 and then Almanzor in the 16th century. The Renaissance Cathedral was placed in the heart of the Mosque in 1523 along with the belfry tower you can walk through to enter the Orange Patio. Once you could climb it to view Cordoba laid before you but it has been closed for restoration for so long now it would now appear to be a nearly permanent state of affairs.


The Semana Santa parades started on time, only to be disrupted by rain. The floats had to take shelter in the archway entrances to the Mesquita. The floats we saw in Cordoba had the bearers hidden away underneath the float. They wore special padded headgear when lifting and replacement men were stationed all along the route. The bearers slow measured steps are helped on by the steady beat of drums and the music of brass bands.


The floats were preceded by orders of Easter Societies, Cofradías, carrying their regalia. The ones we saw in Cordoba were dressed in white robes with black hoods or tall pointed hats. At first sight they appeared sinister, all you could see were holes in the hoods for eyes. The association of the robes and pointed hats with the Klu Klux Klan, promulgated by the American film industry, was hard to get over initially. However, the beauty and sorrow of the candlelit Virgin Mary float they carried around the tiny streets of Cordoba soon overcame any feelings of unease. The crowds were very appreciative of the skill of the bearers and when any particularly difficult corner was safely negotiated a ripple of applause would echo round the streets led by excited teenage girls, proud mums, and grans supporting their young men.


We had some great after dinner caberet in the street outside the Mesquita. There was a classical guitarist, a flautist and various other band members, they were seriously good, we stood and watched for an hour or so. Maybe they were warming up for the International Poetry and music festival the following week.

Cervantes, Don Quixote and Windmills

Cervantes was writing around about the same time as Shakespeare, the early 1600's. Throughout Spain Cervantes is remembered in every town, streets and plazas are called after him, and references to his lovable hero Don Quixote abound.

I have got an e-book of Don Quixote as my holiday reading, (see my links in side column) but we have been so busy I have only had chance to read a couple of chapters so far. I think it will probably have to wait till we get home now. After leaving Toledo we drove through La Mancha - where Don Quixote rode up and down the little hills that scatter the province and attacked windmills, thinking they were giants. We stopped at Consuegra as there is a collection of conserved windmills, they weren't turning - they don't need to now. The giant, tall, thin, modern ones do fine work and Spain is now the second largest producer of wind energy in the world.

The Toledo Throngs

This morning in Toledo I squeezed our breakfast orange juice, just like I did yesterday. Well I fed oranges into a squeezing machine and out came juice. 4 oranges = 1 glass of cold fighting, full of Vitamin C, orange juice. A good start to the day. We needed all the sustenance we could get to cope with the huge groups of aimless, bewildered day trippers that thronged the narrow Old Town streets. Toledo is roughly an hours drive south from Madrid and judging by the amount of coaches parked in serried ranks outside the city walls it figures high on the 'Sights to See in Spain' Top 10.

My Top Tip for Toledo is stay overnight, do your sightseeing early in the morning and again in the evening when you don't have to fight your way through the hordes. It is another (oh how blasé am I ...) World Heritage site, it used to be the capital of Spain before Philip II decamped to Madrid and it deserves a little attention. Have a long leisurely lunch followed by a siesta and miss the crowds. You also get a chance to sample the cool vinotecas.

Toledo vinoteca

There is an imposing Cathedral and an Alcazar, both of which dominate the city skyline. We stayed about a 10 minutes walk away, on the other side of the Old Town, in the Old Jewish Quarter - can you imagine part of London being called that, the outcry, the claims of racial discrimination that would follow. Here it is appropriate, it gives a sense of history and important definition.

Our Toledo hotel was a converted flour mill

We visit the two remaining synagogues, the one on Samuel Levi street is free with displays of artefacts and information sheets in various languages. It touches on the wider issues of the diaspora and the subsequent expulsion of Spanish Jews as a result of the Inquisition. The second and older synagogue as its name, Santa María la Blanca, would imply, has had a chequered history. There wasn't much information available and we were sharing the building with at least six different coach parties, each with its own guide that gathered its group together and then proceeded to bellow an account of the place at them in various languages. From being a Holy Place it became a sort of Bedlam. We made an escape of sorts to the nearby Franciscan Church of San Juan de los Reyes that Ferdinand and Isabel gave patronage to in 1476. It was where the Inquisitor General, the Archbishop of Toledo hung out.

No visit to Toledo is complete without seeing some El Greco paintings. A house and museum near to where he lived and worked in Toledo from 1585 displays a series of The Apostles, The View and Plan of Toledo, the Tears of St Peter and the altarpiece of St Bernardine who has a small head on a strangely elongated body, the whole piece being shades of grey.

More art can be enjoyed at the exquisite Roca Tarpeya, the home and workshop from 1953 of Victorio Macho and which is now an exhibition space and headquarters of the Real Fundación de Toledo. It was a peaceful oasis with gardens that looked out over the River Tagus and the XIII century Puente de San Martin, to the Cigarrales and the countryside of Castilla y La Mancha beyond.

Yup .... its us!

Semana Santa Starts in Salamanca

Semana Santa, the traditional Easter Week parades, starts for us in Salamanca with a Palm Sunday procession during the day especially for the children. Salamanca is our favourite city so far. Like Segovia it is a UNESCO World Heritage city built of golden coloured stone. The ancient University buildings, the oldest in Spain founded in 1218, jostle with the Cathedrals - both old and 'new', we are talking 12th and 16th centuries here. The nearby Plaza Mayor is magnificent and full of life, the whole town has a really good buzz about it.

We take time out from sightseeing to window shop, there are some fabulous Meubles - furniture shops, and we dip into the great Museuo Art Nouveau y Art Deco. Next door are the Archives of the Spanish Civil War, there is an interesting art work by Robert Silvers who recreates Picasso's Guernica from photos of all the archives, very clever. The majority of the rest of the exhibits were Masonic regalia including what they describe as a 'salon', basically a Masonic temple. Apparently (and please bear in mind there was no English in this museum so I may well be way off course) the Masonic secret society provided a ready made network to fight against fascism in the Guerra Civil Espanola. I never cease to be amazed by what I have no idea about!

The weather is hotting up in Salamanca and we sun bathe whilst drinking our coffee in the Plaza Mayor. The locals are still in jumpers and coats, it is after all only April! But these are peeled off as the day progresses and the heat builds up. Storks are still busy repairing their nests all over the city, they flap lazily in the azure blue sky, their legs dangling ungainly behind them. It is here that I have a disgusting cold. Had to buy pastillas from a Farmacia for a raging sore throat.

Our hotel is the Palacio de Castellanos. An expensive 4 star hotel set in a 15th century palace facing the Convento de San Esteban. From our third floor bedroom we can see both the Convent and the Cathedrals which are lit up at night and are fabulous. The entrance is a cloister which has been glazed in to form an arresting reception area and drawing room. Accommodation was hard to find for Saturday night so we decided to splash out, which is why we are here, it is a fantastic location, very central. It doesn't tick all my boxes though as it charges through the nose, 12 euros a day, for an unsecure wi-fi connection to the internet. Whatever next - 4 star hotels charging for pay as you view TV? Needless to say I didn't connect here!

West Galicia - Mejillones

The west coast of Galicia is very different to the north coast because it is more developed, both as a holiday area and with small pockets of industry. The climate is more favourable than the windswept rugged north. There were a series of cove like beaches on the Rias with a number of fishing ports. We drove round the Rías Pontevedra and Vigo, both are big mussel farming areas. Rias are basically sea inlets, a bit like Norwegian fiords. We watched a couple of mussel boats come in from harvesting the mussels at Porto de Aldán. The mussels are grown on ropes hanging from hundreds of wooden platforms moored in the Rias. The mussels were cleaned and sorted, put in net sacks and loaded onto waiting lorries that proudly proclaimed they were carrying 'Medjillones de la País Gallego.'