Friday, October 25, 2019

The Big Cities of Europe

Well, I was feeling bad about not having written in a while, but I just looked at the fact that the last blog post had zero views and I felt better. This is mostly a record for us, but we have spent so much time just rushing around looking at places that everything is kind of a blur. I thought our lives might slow down now that we are in Ferrara for five weeks, but when I think of everything that has happened this week, it is clear that isn't really happening much.

Anyway, let's see... highlights of the great cities we have been in - London! Paris! Barcelona!

London was rainy a lot. We took double-decker buses everywhere and saw all the sights. We walked for miles and miles. We saw St. Paul's in the sun, in the rain, and everything in between. The dome lit up at night, before and after the wonderful production of Midsummer Night's Dream at the Globe theater, was like a beacon welcoming us to London. The mammoth interior on a Sunday morning, when we went to hear the choral mattins service, loomed over us. We ducked into pubs and ate pies and chips. We went to see The Book of Mormon at the Prince of Wales theater and laughed our heads off. My students had always told me to go see it, and they were right! Our hosts, Bill and Jane, were just delightful. They gave us space to do our own thing, but were also engaging and fun to hang out with. Bill has known me since I was four - one of my dad's oldest and dearest friends - and I love hearing his stories about my dad.

The biggest surprise for me was the Tower of London. I had never done any really touristy stuff in London, except for once we had lunch at Harrod's when Jack was a baby, and I wanted to go to Buckingham Palace and the Changing of the Guard, and the Tower, and Trafalgar Square, and all those things with Matt. I really expected the Tower of London to be sort of fakey and silly, for some reason. But it was actually incredible and awe-inspiring. When the Beefeater (who was an incredibly nice man and told us all about the requirements for being a Beefeater, and how he became one because of his son's school project) mentioned things like "there's the spot Sir Isaac Newton lived when he was master of the Mint," or "here is where Anne Boleyn came through the gate" I got goosebumps. And the ravens were just magical as well!

Matt and Tower Bridge
Paris was sunny and 70, and again, we walked and walked and walked for miles. We went to the opera to see Bellini's I Puritani, which was magical. It was Queen Victoria's favorite! We didn't go up the Eiffel Tower, mainly because you had to have reservations like weeks in advance, but we did go on a cheesy and delightful Seine river cruise, which was, again, surprisingly wonderful and just corny enough. I had never been to the Pantheon, and seeing all the heroes of France buried there, especially Voltaire and Rousseau, was an incredible highlight.
Matt enjoys art

In front of Notre Dame, which was closed because of the fire

The Louvre was super annoying because they had moved the Mona Lisa back into the main building, which meant there was a two hour line just to get up to the floor where she was. Thus, we did not get to see all the other really great art, including one of my favorite paintings, Ghirlandaio's Visitation, that is up there next to her. We did, however, spend all day there, and say the "Dying Slave" of Michelangelo, the Raft of the Medusa, Liberty Leading the People, and this wonderful Spanish painting by Murillo where a monk is having mystic ecstasy in the kitchen. We went to cafes and restaurants and farmer's markets and lived in a little apartment on the fifth floor, under the eaves, near Les Invalides.

Barcelona was dreamy, even with the huge protests that were going on because the Catalan separatist leaders were sentenced the week we were there.  Here is a link to an article about it if you are interested in learning about the issues.

https://www.theguardian.com/world/2019/oct/14/catalan-separatist-leaders-given-lengthy-prison-sentences

Basically, every night there would be a bunch of people wearing masks, running around the streets right by our hotel, throwing projectiles at the police and lighting garbage cans (and later, cars) on fire. This was distracting, but honestly I don't feel like it detracted from our visit because we were staying with Dad and Susan in a really nice hotel with a rooftop swimming pool. Susan and I would play Scrabble every afternoon on the rooftop (she mostly trounced me, but on my birthday I was very lucky and got two seven-letter words in the same game and was able to beat her for once) and Dad and Matt would relax and read the paper.
Sagrada Familia

At the Opera in Barcelona


Spices in the market in Barcelona
Sagrada Familia was one of the best places I have ever visited. It was absolutely thrilling to be there during the Angelus prayer. The architecture and designs by Gaudi are mind-blowing. Other highlights: just walking around the city, Parc Guell, the Liceu Opera House, where we saw a production of Turandot that was set in space, the Palau de la Musica Catalana, where we saw a Flamenco performance, and of course another city full of incredible food!

So that's the brief story of the three big cities where we spent about a week each. I did make little travel movies about both London and Paris, and will work on one for Barcelona when I can. In the meantime, I hope to start writing about the experience we are having in Ferrara, the city of the Este family of the Renaissance.

Saturday, October 12, 2019

Rambles in the West of England

It's been a while since I wrote - we have been packing in the activities and travels, and are now actually in Biarritz, in the southwest of France, for a few days, but I guess that's a story for another post.  I've been making these little travel films of each adventure and posting them on my YouTube channel and between that and secret shop editing, I have neglected the blog!

We left the rental car in Edinburgh and hopped on a train to Carlisle, in the northwest of England, right at the northern end of the famous Lake District, home of Coleridge and Wordsworth and all those folks. Anthony and Caroline had a dream, when they got married, to live in a house at the end of a lane at the top of a hill, and here they were. They were kind enough to host us for a few days, and Anthony, my dear friend from decades ago when we all lived in York, schlepped us around the area, showing us the sights.

I tried to take a panoramic photo of the view from their house
I know the Lake District is known for the Romantic poets, and we did think about them, and I recited "The World is Too Much With Us" at Derwentwater, but mostly I was thinking about the timeless, enduring quality of deep friendships that last for decades. When I saw Anthony, it was as if no time had passed. We were talking and laughing about stuff that had happened to us 30-plus years ago, as well as the visits we had had in Seattle in the intervening time, and also having amazing new conversations about religion and spirituality and kids growing up (their daughter Lucy is the same age as Jack, and we got to meet his younger "kid," Emilia, who is now 18 and a barrel of fun!) and all kinds of topics while we rambled on the paths beside the lake. It also felt really homey to be there - we got to do a load of laundry and hang it up in the sun; Matt helped fix a window; Anthony baked bread for us, and invited friends over for Sunday lunch. We all went out to see the Downton Abbey movie (the perfect film to see with them!!) and just chatted up a storm the whole time.

I miss my friends in Seattle, but seeing my old friends in the UK reminded me how close we remain, even when we are miles apart. I sure hope they can come visit Seattle again soon.

Our next stop was Bath, because I wanted to see the Roman Baths and the Georgian architecture, but also because my old student, Nick Bayne, lives there and works as (of all things) a cheesemonger.  When he was in my humanities class, he had a pretty encyclopedic memory, and now he has used his keen intellect to develop a profound understanding of all things cheese. He presented us with a fine "bespoke cheese plate" at the Fine Cheese Shop where he works - bespoke basically means "custom," which I didn't know. He told us all about the history of each of the local cheeses he selected, regaling us with stories of the cows, the techniques, and more information about cheese than I thought it was possible to know.  We also got to tour the historic sites and spend one entire day in the Thermae Bath Spa, soaking in the same millenia-old water the Romans enjoyed.  You can't actually go into waters of the original Roman baths because, according to Nick, they are full of meningitis bacteria.
My favorite cheesemonger

Georgian architecture at the famous crescent

Here lies a Hampshire Grenadier...
Our next stop on this mini-tour of the west part of England was Winchester. Why? Because the AA Big Book mentions that Bill Wilson, the founder of AA, visited Winchester Cathedral when he was overseas during World War I.

"We landed in England. I visited Winchester Cathedral. Much moved, I wandered outside. My attention was caught by a doggerel on an old tombstone:




Here lies a Hampshire Grenadier
Who caught his death
Drinking cold small beer.
A good soldier is ne'er forgot
Whether he dieth by musket
Or by pot."

Since I am an AA history freak, of course we had to go visit. However, there are are a couple of things I have to point out about this.  First of all, this isn't the actual grave stone, but a replica. The original was moved to the Winchester museum for safekeeping. It was thrilling nonetheless to see the replica, which catches a person's eye right as you enter the cemetery there in front of the magnificent Cathedral, which was constructed in the days of William the Conqueror.

Secondly, the reason the Hampshire Grenadier died is NOT because he drank alcohol. The problem was that the beer was not strong enough! "Small" beer did not have as high an alcohol content as "Heavy" beer, which meant the Grenadier caught dysentery or some other bacterial disease from drinking the "small" or "weak" beer on a hot day.  The rest of the doggerel (not mentioned by Bill) reads as follows:

Soldiers, be wise from his untimely fall
And when you're hot, drink Strong, or none at all.

In other words, the beer has to have a high enough alcohol content to kill all the bacteria, so the advice is actually to drink MORE alcohol!  Oh, well. It's been inspiring sobriety since 1939 anyway.

In case you missed the travel film I made about this little section of our trip, here is a link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y1HGJae-cZE