Segovia

Hey yinz

Yesterday IES took us on a trip to Segovia, a city that used to be the provincial capital of Castille, and is about 2 hours east-southeast of us. It looks like this:





Here are what the streets look like, very old and narrow...



The city is not incredibly interesting except for two things, the Roman Aqueduct, which is a piece of amazing craftsmanship (no mortar used!) and one of the best examples of the Roman architectural style. Here it is, with a smooth-lookin Evan and two of the IES gals:



The other is the Alcázar, a palace that used to house the kings and queens of Castille. There was a lot of sweet period furniture and portraits of the kings and queens inside. You can see it, looming large, in the big photo of Segovia up top, but here´s what it looks like from the top of the tower...



Inside we saw this picture of St. James, cutting off the heads of arabs. His Spanish name is Santiago Matamoros, which translates literally as ¨St. James, Director of the Dept. of Homeland Security¨. It was appropriately gruesome and Spanish...



Later, I bought a 2€ straw hat, exclusively for the purpose of drinking claras, which are these pick-me-up style drinks that are half beer half gaseosa. Gaseosa is not as disgusting as it sounds... it´s actually just sweetish tonic water. But claras are a pretty lairy drink. A lot of old men drink them in the morning at the bar cafes. Here´s me and my buddy Brian enjoying one (note the straw hat)...





Thats all for now, more later...

Love,
Robbie

Hola!

Thought I´d take an opportunity to post some pictures of Salamanca. Here´s my roommate Evan in front of the Juntamiento (government) building that faces southward on the north side of the Plaza Mayor. This is the center of the old city, and everybody meets under the clock tower in this building to go our to the bars together. There are also concerts and speeches in the plaza. It´s lit up like this every night...















Here is me with some IES kids. The plaza in Salamanca is said to be (and according to my comparisons, IS) the prettiest in all of Spain. The one in Madrid doesn´t even compare...
















The plaza is lined with cafe´s, where I sit during the early evening and affect my wine-soaked literary personality... but on quiet nights we just sit around and talk.






















And here´s my artsy shot...

Notting Hill Carnival

Today I went to the Notting Hill Carnival, on recommendation from Time Out London, which is almost as cool as my former employer, Time Out New York (london has more typos).

Carnival is apparently the Biggest Street Festival In Europe, and there were tons of people fo' sho', but it was also extremely large area-wise. I got so tired that I had to come back to center city and watch a movie. I chose "The Rising: The Story of Mangal Pandey" which I thought would be interesting, because I did some research about the Sepoy Rebellion this summer, and I have an affinity for the Bruce Springsteen album of the same name. However, it turns out I was duped, and it was a Bollywood movie. God, was it awful. I should have read Time Out before I saw that one.

Anyhow, here are some things I saw at the Carnival:

For starters, Notting Hill is a pretty posh neighbourhood, and, like in the movie, a lot of the houses look like this:



But on the Carnival days, a lot of thoughfoul people boarded up their houses against the rabble. Turns out it was a good idea...



The parade was amazing. All these groups of dancers, called Mas Clubs, a la Carnival in Brazil or Mardi Gras in New Orleans, followed big floats in outrageous costumes, dancing. (Odd because it's nowhere near the time of year for Carnival, but whatever...)



Notting Hill Carnival is a Caribbean street festival, mostly. I'm not really sure how it happened, but I believe the neighbourhooud used to be a Jamaican neighborhood, but got gentrified. I can hardly imagine that though, because some of the houses are really ostentatious. Anyhoo, there were a bunch of rastas smoking spliffs that looked like this (although the king of all rastas refused to let me take his picture unless i bought weed from him - needless to say, i did, and he stole my camera)...



And a lot of dorky white guys who looked like this (note the "Jah Army" t-shirt) and dancing like fools...



And then I bought some jerk chicken:



Then I ET it!



And the big thing about Notting Hill Carnival is the "Sound Systems". All these DJs spinning roots reggae, soca, hip-hop, salsa, soul, and old-skool tap set up SPEAKERBOXXES (yes, like your favorite outkast record) and try to blow eachother into high heaven with levels of bass that would make my mom have a hernia just to imagine them.

Here are some pictures of speakerboxxes to show you how big they are (remember, each sound system has 4 or 5 of these lined up)...









and this one near the bbq where i bought the jerk chicken...



and finally, an image that I feel sums up Notting Hill Carnival quite honourably (note: not in the least bit staged)...



Also, my buddy Justin had a great idea... He suggested, by his actions, that you good people can post any queries you might have on the blog in the form of comments. For all you old folks reading this, that means just click the "comments" link at the bottom of a given post. The first question Justin asked (though hopefully not the last) is "Do they have McPaella in Spain?". Great question, Justin. I'm not in Spain yet, but once I get there I'll make sure to find out.

Also, you can find a short video of what the inside of the Shakespeare's Globe Theatre looks like here. You need Windows Media Player though, I think.

Cheers!
-robbie.

Merry London

Hola Compadres,

So on the way over to Hispaniola or whatever, I stopped in London to see what there was to see. Turns out, because everything in London costs literally (read: "litrally") 2 times what it does in America, I couldnt really roll up to the club as much as I wanted to. Here are some things, however, that I did see:

London Bridge...



Trafalgar Square (triumphantly)...




Some guy hurling a discus in the British Museum, which was RIGHTEOUS...



I also took some videos of the Shakespeare's Globe Theater, but am having some difficulty uploading those. I will link them later.

Until then, I leave you with a quote I read on the wall of the National Portrait Gallery. The room was filled with pictures of all these guys who were in the Kit-cat Club, which was a bunch of pretty lairy geezers, including Robert Walpole and William Congreave, who dug being Protestant, being Whigs, and mutton pie. They used to meet at this sweet pub called Christopher Cat's in Temple Bar, eat mutton pies, and generally get lairy and talk about restoring the glory of the monarchy and stuff like that.

Years after the club had disbanded, Walpole wrote a letter suggesting that they all meet again,

"...not as a club, but old friends that have been of a club, and the best club that ever met."

What I'm trying to say is, you're all welcome to eat mutton pies in my cat-pub, which is the best club that ever was. Or something like that.

Love,
Robbie