tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80779632024-03-13T18:07:02.614-07:00JJ's travelsHighlights from interesting and beautiful places around the world. BAAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12746746637388615330noreply@blogger.comBlogger500125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8077963.post-78829191311493589742017-11-01T12:41:00.000-07:002017-12-26T16:07:20.378-08:00Mahabalipuram (or Mamallapuram) highlights<style>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Just an hour or
two south of the bustle of Chennai, Mahabalipuram offers a slower pace, space,
quiet, cleaner air and a beachfront location that makes it an ideal place to
get over jetlag, or just to relax for a while.</span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Some area highlights
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">The carved
rock monuments of Mahabalipuram are one of the most stunning sights I’ve had
the pleasure of seeing in India.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The
large rock sheets and structures pulse with the life of elephants, gods, animals,
vessels and human figures.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">It is easy
to walk from one monument to another.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
read that the light is best in the early morning and late afternoon, so I
visited during an early morning, when the combination of the light and few
crowds makes it easy to see the monuments come alive in their natural
surroundings.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">I started at
the Pancha Rathas [open 6-6; 500 rupees for foreigners), where I purchased a
ticket to the series of monuments and walked among temples featuring humans and
set amidst boulders. Each were carved from a single large rock in the 7<sup>th</sup>
century and rediscovered only 200 years ago.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>A single life-size baby elephant figure, when faced head on, appeared to
be moving it’s large and bulky body towards me. I could imagine it moving on an
ancient street. </span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">From Pancha
Rathas, I walked up the light house for a view across the boulders and the
greenery over the town and to the sea beyond.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">From there I
visited the 8<sup>th</sup> century sandstone Shore Temple, located on the
shoreline.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Nearby, people streamed onto
the beach on the weekend morning, adding color to the pale blue water, the
beige sand and the grey-blue sky with the rainbow brush stroke of colorful
clothing. </span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">My favorite <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>monument is Arjuna’s Penance, a stunning wall
of carved stone that is both a work of art and an amazing human accomplishment.
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Stone women carry jugs on their heads,
children grasp the hands of their elders, a tall man stretches high, another
wraps his arm around the shoulders of an elder. Someone milks a long-horned
cow, a calf nearby.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>One elephant follows
another. Scenes that could take place today just as much as when the sculpture
was created. </span></div>
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stop was the Ganesha Ratha park area, which includes Krishna’s butter ball, a
giant stone that looks like it is about to roll on top of the strollers and
picnickers that fill the park on weekends.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>This is a nice place to rest or to people watch as families stroll or
relax in the park.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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</span></span></span><a href="http://dakshinachitra.net/" target="_blank"><b><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Dhakshina Chitra </span></b></a></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Dhakshina
Chitra is an ethnographic museum located north of Mahalbalipuram, making it a
convenient place to stop on the way to or from Chennai. Upon paying admission
(250 rupees for foreign visitors), an introductory movie in English provides
some preliminary information about South India.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Then you can stroll the open-air facility, walking into exhibits as you
wish, while feeling like you are stopping in at a neighbor’s house. </span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">The main
attraction is the collection of houses that show the living conditions in Tamil
Nadu and Kerala by religion and type of occupation.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Many houses incorporate traditional set-ups
and furnishings, or display typical objects. Most offer the option of an
activity you can try for a small fee, such as weaving a small basket or
decorating a handkerchief with block printing. One of my favorites was the
weavers home, where a man demonstrated weaving on a giant loom. The
informational signs said that weavers typically did their work in the living
areas, then stored the equipment at night. It was impressive to imagine taking
out and putting away such a massive contraption every day. Another favorite was
a circular coastal home, unlike any living structure I’ve seen before.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It has a round, protected nucleus, a
safeguard from the monsoons, then a second ring covered by the thatched roof.
Typically, the residents would sleep outside. </span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">In addition
to the exhibits, the facility includes a live performance area, a craft bazaar,
a playground, restaurant and art gallery, making it easy to spend several hours
there. It is a popular place for local families. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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</span></span></span><b><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">The
Mahabalipuram beach</span></b></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Visit early
on a weekend morning and you’ll see people streaming onto the beach.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It is an interesting place to people
watch.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Many vendors nearby sell cut
fruit and food from carts. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In addition
to the main beach, there are areas further north and south where you can access
the beach. </span></div>
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</b></span></span></span><b><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Local
resorts</span></b></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">I have
stayed at the <a href="https://www.ihg.com/intercontinental/hotels/us/en/chennai/maamr/hoteldetail" target="_blank">Intercontinental</a> and the <a href="http://www.grandebayresort.in/" target="_blank">Grande Ba</a>y Mahabalipuram.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Both offer a tranquil retreat space, as well
as a variety of local activities, including yoga.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></div>
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<b><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Facts: </span></b></div>
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</span></span></span><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Additional
local attractions that I haven’t had the chance to explore, but may be worth
visiting include: the <a href="https://www.facebook.com/Indiaseashellmuseum/" target="_blank">seashell museum</a>, <a href="http://www.madrascrocodilebank.org/" target="_blank">crocodile bank</a>, tiger caves, Vishnu
temple, Varaha caves and Mahishasura Mardini cave.</span></div>
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</span></span></span><span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">Other
things to do in town include ayu<span style="font-family: inherit;">rvedic massage and yoga. </span></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">A center for serious students of yoga is
Ph: 2744 2184; cell: 096772 97545;
samanandayoga@gmail.com; 10/B 2nd cross Street, Venpurusham, Near Five Rathas,
Mamallapuram – 603104)<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;">. </span></span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"><b>Recommendation</b>: <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Try to visit the monuments in the earning
morning or late afternoon for the coolest temperatures and the best light. </span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"><b>Cost</b>: 500 rupees
to visit the monuments. </span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"><b>Kid-friendly</b>: Yes</span></div>
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"><b>Things to keep in
mind</b>:</span></div>
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to Mahabalipuram is quicker if you arrive on a late night flight (when traffic
is light). </span></div>
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This is brief, because my visit was brief.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But I expect I’ll be return and will update
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</span></span></span>Coyoacan and the market.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Coyoacan is a beautiful, tree-lined area,
with colorful older buildings, a historic elegance and a tranquil
atmosphere.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The market is fun to walk
through and the food stalls in the center of the market looked very appetizing.
Unfortunately I didn’t time my visit to align with a meal, but I hope to do so
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BAAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12746746637388615330noreply@blogger.com0Mexico City, CDMX, Mexico19.4326077 -99.13320799999996818.953317199999997 -99.778654999999972 19.9118982 -98.487760999999963tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8077963.post-79018729488131775152011-05-07T11:55:00.000-07:002011-05-10T11:56:19.897-07:00Celebrating the ideal motherIn honor of mother’s day, I thought I’d write about an article I saw in the Nigerian newspaper Weekly Trust. Around this time last year, it ran a full page article on Celebrating the Ideal Mother.<br /><br />The introductory paragraph reads, “An ideal mother is one who inculcates the best of family values in her children. She also has tons of patience to put up with the childish tantrums and makes the child feel satisfied and happy without being over-indulgent. She is usually a mix of toughness and softness and that is why every mother deserves to be celebrated!”<br /><br />Later in the piece it reads, “The whole day is most likely ladened with one kind of stress or the other, and they welcome it with open arms. Why? Because they are mothers and it’s what they do best, being the multi-tasking gurus that they are.”<br /><br />One part I especially agreed with was towards the end. “It seems as if something spiritual happens to a mother once their baby is born. Not only does the mother receive a spiritual connection with her baby, she seems to be suddenly connected to other children besides hers.”<br /><br />The article ends by advising you to call your mum and let her know how much you appreciate her as your mother. Good idea.BAAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12746746637388615330noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8077963.post-88764855641417238202010-06-15T10:05:00.001-07:002010-06-15T10:06:53.312-07:00donate to humanitarian relief in southern KyrgyzstanThe International Committee of the Red Cross (ICRC) regional office in Tashkent is mobilizing aid to southern Kyrgyzstan. You can donate <a href="http://www.icrc.org/web/eng/siteeng0.nsf/iwpList2/Help_the_ICRC?OpenDocument">here</a>.BAAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12746746637388615330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8077963.post-74094954690678748622010-06-15T05:54:00.000-07:002010-06-16T05:57:20.493-07:00Voice from inside a blockaded Osh neighborhoodIt took many tries to get ahold of my Uzbek friends in Osh this evening, making me worry about their well-being. Finally, I was able to reach them at their home number.<br /><br />Nargiza (name changed) answered and her voice sounded like a child’s. Unlike last time, when she expressed her excitement to hear from me, she remained somber. “We’re not doing very well,” she said in a low, quiet voice. “We’re all still healthy, but you know, it’s a war zone.”<br /><br />A few days earlier, she expressed regret that her sons were out guarding the neighborhood and couldn’t talk to me. Tonight, there was no discussion of friendly chats. Her husband and sons were busy sleeping in shifts of 1-2 hours, taking short breaks from a constant guarding of the neighborhood.<br /><br />“I’m very scared for my children,” she said. “None of us are getting much sleep.”<br /><br />She said the men in her neighborhood have blockaded it, so the people and the houses have remained safe. But they feel they are in a state of war, and the stress and the lack of the sleep are wearing on them.<br /><br />“We can still hear shooting,” she said. “We keep hoping that someone from outside will come to provide security, but it hasn’t happened yet. We don’t believe anyone in Kyrgyzstan anymore, so we want someone from the outside to help.”<br /><br />She says it has been a bit quieter since Monday, though they can still hear shooting. The people within her neighborhood were told not to venture out, so she hadn’t seen the city outside her street for several days. “People have run in different directions,” she said. “The Kyrgyz to their villages and the places they came from, the Uzbeks into Uzbekistan. There might not be many left in Osh.”<br /><br />They are left with a sense of incomprehension. “We don’t know who killed people or who was killed. The Kyrgyz say it was people specially prepared to do this. I know the Kyrgyz are good and peaceful people. We’ve lived among them and shared space at the market together. Still, there is a war with Kyrgyz and Uzbeks killing each other. They burned Uzbek homes and destroyed their stores.”<br /><br />“I’d like for my children to be able to leave,” she said. I asked where they could go and she didn’t know. “Uzbekistan isn’t letting anyone else in. They let in 80,000 and said they don’t have any more room. There are a 100,000 people lined up at the border. Those who went first to Uzbekistan were those who had no protection, who had nowhere else to go.” She is in regular contact with relatives in Tashkent, but says they are unable to do anything.<br /><br />A few days ago, she spoke about how the family had begun the process of remodeling their house to put in an addition for their eldest son. They wanted a space ready for him so that he could marry and bring his future wife into their home. In a matter of a few days, they are willing to give it all up. “A part of me is ready to leave this all behind, to give up our house and everything for our family to be able to leave.”<br /><br />While the men protect her neighborhood, she and her female neighbors huddle together at home. They have food, water, electricity and telephone service. “I hear talk about humanitarian relief being organized,” she said. “We have plenty of food. No one in our neighborhood will die due to a lack of food. What we need is protection. I’m very, very afraid of something happening.”BAAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12746746637388615330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8077963.post-55923429285534965282010-06-12T18:55:00.000-07:002010-06-12T18:55:24.334-07:00One Family Waits Out the Osh UnrestI became very worried about reading the news about the last two days of ethnic violence in Osh. I lived with an Uzbek family in Osh for close to a year. The mother traveled to my wedding in the United States, her first time ever on an airplane. She has three sons who are young men and I feared any of them could be at risk. I wondered what it must be like to live in fear in your own house, the place I also used to consider home. The Uzbek neighborhoods, or mahalas, are close knit. But they are also segregated by ethnicity and easily identifiable. <br /> <br />As soon as possible, I called to find out. Nargiza (name changed) said that her husband and her two sons that are in Osh spent all night guarding the street. The men sit together on the street, guarding their neighborhoods. “But they don’t have guns,” she said. “I don’t know how much they can do.” <br /><br />She wanted her sons to stay home, but “they are grown up now, and don’t listen to me.” <br /><br />Markets and workplaces have been closed for the past two days. Her youngest son was supposed to take his last exam to graduate high school today, but that didn’t happen. She said some houses were burned in a nearby neighborhood and that she heard gunshots. She heard that many of the nice, large shops that were constructed in recent years, many by Uzbeks, were looted. <br /><br />“It’s been terrible,” she said. “Two nights and a day of violence.”<br /><br />Nargiza has a stall at the market, where she sells dishes. Her dishes are in storage at her market stall. I asked if her goods were in damage of being looted. “I don’t know. I didn’t have time to think about that,” she said. “This happened so suddenly. I haven’t been there for the past two days.” <br /><br />She was hopeful the unrest would blow over within a few days and said the presence of the troops seems to be helping. <br /><br />I asked what relations at work would be like after this. How would her husband and son return to work, where most of their colleagues would be Kyrgyz? How would they be treated?<br /><br />“Relations between the Uzbek and the Kyrgyz in the city are fine, very friendly,” she said. “This has been caused by wild people brought in from other places, rural areas in the south. It’s only been a problem since Bakiyev was removed.”BAAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12746746637388615330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8077963.post-38685226396345933472010-06-04T11:36:00.000-07:002011-05-18T11:40:19.786-07:00Spain Sierra bike trip - day 5<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk41Mz9EQxKeQqa94HZlgqxjBHAKuc5RSE0qP3sAHPKuWmtr2QXl705_33HU0Y-9m7uyMh0fNHsbRoja9WigjNFvQRtlxwnlJQuHDdHVJScCuCwnoEeKaJd8Ef33ijHWNvBdys8A/s1600/IMG_5353.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk41Mz9EQxKeQqa94HZlgqxjBHAKuc5RSE0qP3sAHPKuWmtr2QXl705_33HU0Y-9m7uyMh0fNHsbRoja9WigjNFvQRtlxwnlJQuHDdHVJScCuCwnoEeKaJd8Ef33ijHWNvBdys8A/s320/IMG_5353.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608127471334475762" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpDMl0NLMVfhyL2iCGMU8KkcYeKd9LotHfyzr4vuFwvHBQtyfn6pheK0hoSw-RtxlE7wfxBY1lGASySCgBxE_fvWnsOZrkOcKrH-5ei_btGqfyYjSH_dxjqhMv2ovhKgBdElGvrg/s1600/IMG_5358.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpDMl0NLMVfhyL2iCGMU8KkcYeKd9LotHfyzr4vuFwvHBQtyfn6pheK0hoSw-RtxlE7wfxBY1lGASySCgBxE_fvWnsOZrkOcKrH-5ei_btGqfyYjSH_dxjqhMv2ovhKgBdElGvrg/s320/IMG_5358.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608127400716430242" /></a><br />El Escorial to Soto del Real – an additional 47 kilometers and we are done. The first half had its ups and downs, but wasn’t too bad. And the second half had a welcomingly consistent downward slope. <br /><br />The sights weren’t quite as interesting as the past days. We went through a couple of non-descript towns, as well as the pleasant, lively town of Berecerril de la Sierra, and the town of Manzanares de Real, which has a large 15th century castle. Unfortunately, the castle was closed today due to a private event, but it’s still striking to see it appear on the horizon, then growing ever larger and more overpowering as we draw nearer. Castles, cobblestone streets, monasteries, churches and ruins of watchtowers, walls and road make clear on a daily basis the presence of human life many centuries ago. It forces me to remember that I’m part of only a small sliver of history, of which only fragments will be remembered, or considered important. <br /><br />I enjoyed an afternoon drink at a bar on the plaza in Manzanares de Real, listening to the lively Spanish music coming from inside the bar, seeing the local life on the plaza, with multiple storks looking on from their nests on a nearby steeple. <br /><br />We made use of the excellent public transportation system (a bus and a train) to get ourselves and our luggage from our end point of Soto del Real to the train station in Madrid. From here we’ll depart for Zaragoza. <br /><br />The standard bike tour includes one more day, biking to Madrid. We cut that short in order to be able to see friends. I think I could have handled one more day. But 4-5 days is probably a good amount for me, unless there were to be rest days provided in between the bike days.<br /><br />Overall, I enjoyed the tour a lot. I got a lot of exercise, was able to explore several small, out-of-the-way places and was able to take in the places much more vividly by biking through them. Since this is my first bike tour, I have nothing to compare it to. But my impressions were:<br /><br /><strong>Route</strong> – very good. Took in a variety of sites. The evening stops were located in interesting places. The least interesting was Soto del Real, but that was a good base and the hotel was super friendly.<br /><br /><strong>Roads</strong>: very good. While we did have to spend some time on highways, there was a lot of time on roads with little traffic and good scenery.<br /><br /><strong>Outfitting</strong>: The bikes were new. The quality was OK. They had Shimano gears. A little extra outfitting (a mirror, a light, gloves, a bungee or two to make use of the rack, a set of directions for each of us) would have been helpful, as would have a more detailed introduction to bike care.<br /><br /><strong>Instructions</strong>: I loved that the tour was self guided. And we did make it from start to end. But the instructions could have used more detail to dummy-proof them. We definitely put on some extra distance and encountered some confusion due to the directions. While the instructions indicated a few highlights of places to visit, some more details about the stops (a map of each evening stop would be great) and the things we passed would have been helpful.<br /><br /><strong>Flexibility</strong>: Excellent. Bike Spain was really accommodating in helping to set up a tour that met the particular dates we were available. When we had some problems (Mark not feeling well, a forgotten bag) they were quick to help resolve them.<br /><br /><strong>Hotels</strong>: Very good. Our least favorite (in El Escorial) was a hotel the tour company doesn’t usually use. Their standard hotel was booked up. The others were all comfortable, well-located and with friendly, accommodating staff. <br /><br />I hope there will be another bike tour in my future and I’d definitely look into the offerings of <a href="http://www.bikespain.info/">Bike Spain </a>for the next time around. Next time I’ll be looking for some child-friendly accommodations through (child trailer, bike seat, routes I can complete with a 40+ pound kid on board). I’m thinking my next bike trip, especially in a Spanish-speaking country, will be with my son.BAAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12746746637388615330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8077963.post-12794160514735878902010-06-04T11:30:00.000-07:002011-05-18T11:40:47.735-07:00Bike circuit completedI made it! Over 200 kilometers in mountainous territory. I was the only female cyclist I saw until the very end of the trip, when the terrain was easier. I always like accomplishing a goal, so I’m proud of doing it, am appreciative of the chance to both get so much exercise and explore an interesting area. <br /><br />But right now, on the evening of the day four of biking, I’m exhausted. Utterly exhausted. I’m sitting at a train station waiting for a late train and dreaming of a bed. Mark was having a harder time cycling today than I was, and he got less sleep than I did last night, but has more energy. “It must be the pregnancy,” he said. “Because you got a good night’s rest.” Did I mention I’m two months pregnant? In a great contrast to the eternal nausea I felt during the first trimester with River, this time I barely feel any symptoms at all. <br /><br />At the end of the ride, I was able to check email and received a note from my dad, who appears to be holding up well while caring for a 2.5 year old. He said that River is going to the pool, the beach or the boat every day, which sounds like a summer camp vacation for him. He also said that they have taught River to say things like “I like hot dish,” and “Ya sure, you betcha,” that I’ll be picking up a real Swede. <br /><br />I think it’s good for him to be exposed to that aspect of his heritage, so that’s fine with me. But I’m going to have to try to figure out how to say things like “I like hot dish,” in Spanish.<br /><br />After this bike trip, I’ve decided I want to do another, and I’d love to do it a few years from now with River. If you have any recommendations of good bike tours to do with kids (I’m ideally looking for luggage to be transferred to the lodgings each night, the ability to set our own pace, and a route and a bike that would be appropriate for hauling a youngster) please let me know. I have a preference for Spanish-speaking areas, but would consider any place. Also, I’m terrified of dogs, so places where dogs don’t roam freely and run after cyclists also get bonus points.BAAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12746746637388615330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8077963.post-24201712017501822762010-06-03T19:00:00.000-07:002011-05-16T19:05:33.839-07:00Spain Sierra bike trip – day 4<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha5-s-Uvx0ESHvwPtLAhFHDcumrGM9t0as_3_uOYtnZKHPC7XIVOU_p9-TrAz3tI-XtkTRHoFF-aM0-D9eSOj2OtOLqQbCKy-cdURdXHKY6_4ieSgz9gkVJDcUItCoXpRL2yJf9g/s1600/IMG_5313.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha5-s-Uvx0ESHvwPtLAhFHDcumrGM9t0as_3_uOYtnZKHPC7XIVOU_p9-TrAz3tI-XtkTRHoFF-aM0-D9eSOj2OtOLqQbCKy-cdURdXHKY6_4ieSgz9gkVJDcUItCoXpRL2yJf9g/s320/IMG_5313.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607500409567117090" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsARg6vhwYyrVNWrMw2VCi6Nh3yMCFZnXTEkypljSQPyOkbLiKwWQ116iDSjGKUvY9Dn9xaZJOBr_QQWlOkhb3L06JLOeQ8uoTnvmiGyp9eyCTLXuejxjZRsKVCnLQdmdRy2vDvw/s1600/IMG_5342.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsARg6vhwYyrVNWrMw2VCi6Nh3yMCFZnXTEkypljSQPyOkbLiKwWQ116iDSjGKUvY9Dn9xaZJOBr_QQWlOkhb3L06JLOeQ8uoTnvmiGyp9eyCTLXuejxjZRsKVCnLQdmdRy2vDvw/s320/IMG_5342.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607500350452423106" /></a><br />I think the mileage estimate on the instructions for today’s ride from Rascafria to San Lorenzo el Escorial was an underestimate. All I can think about looking back upon the day is up, up, up. Either I’m going to develop newly powerful legs and be able to barrel up hills in the future, or I’m going to turn around screaming any time I see an uphill.<br /><br />I started off my morning with 17 kilometers of up. Pretty much constant up. Up a mountain. From 1200 meters to over 1800. <br /><br />I can get myself up a decent hill or two if I know there is a descent or flatness at the top. The pain is temporary and I can push myself to overcome it. But here it was constant, a good 13 or so kilometers of non-stop up. I couldn’t ride up that, so I walked. And walked, and walked. I did well for the first half. I imagined myself taking a morning mountain stroll. I figured it should result in buns of steel. I appreciated the lack of traffic, the shaded walk through a fir forest, and the views of mountain slopes covered by trees. <br /><br />When Mark passed me in the taxi, they asked if I wanted a ride. “No thanks,” I said. “I’ve only got 5-6 kilometers to go.” I was doing pretty well at that point. But somewhere in the last 5-6 kilometers, my strength was sapped. I was eating every half hour. I had to stop to rest. It ended up taking me three hours to cover the 10 miles. Yikes. <br /><br />From there, we had a substantial downhill, possibly an equal distance of gliding. Yellow bushes flowered on the mountain slope and the air smelled sweet. Today was a public holiday, Corpus Christi, and the two mountain passes (ski resorts in winter) were packed with daytrippers coming to enjoy a hike. <br /><br />We rode through a small town, Cercedilla, where wealthy people from Madrid have their second homes. There were some beautiful properties there and the cafes and shops were buzzing. I was tired, but the long downhill had provided some relief and I believed we were close to our destination, El Escorial. So I pushed myself on, wanting Mark to be able to see the famous palace and monastery before it closed at 6. <br /><br />The directions indicated we had only four kilometers to go, so I was optimistic. But the highway seemed to go on an awfully long way. Long past when I expected we’d be riding through the town, I spied El Escorial from a distance, cathedral spires rising above a town perched upon a hill. <br /><br />Then, when we got into the town, it was like a cruel joke. The road went up, and up, and up, and up. Straight up. Again, I resorted to walking. <br /><br />We arrived at our hotel filthy, sweaty and tired, only to be told that we had to carry the bikes up a flight of stairs. Poor Mark. <br /><br />Eventually, we managed to settle in, shower, find some good food (super huge portions and at least 10 choices for each course of the 17.50 menu at Restaurante <a href="www.restaurantegenara.com">Fonda Genera</a>; – only bummer was that only a coffee is included as a drink. If you choose another drink, you are charged for it). We made it to El Escorial (right across the street from our hotel) and found enough energy to stroll the premises and appreciate the structure, the art and history. The library contains the oldest known book, from the 5th or 6th century. Wow. <br /><br />Part of me is amazed I got here with my own leg power. Another part misses the small village. It’s much more tourist-oriented here, more expensive, less personal. Interactions in the smaller towns felt more intimate and I liked that. <br /><br />Only one more day left in which the main activity of the day is accomplishing a physical feat. By late tomorrow night, we’ll be in Zaragoza with friends and then they will be in charge of arranging our schedule.BAAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12746746637388615330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8077963.post-61756250527125021872010-06-02T18:42:00.000-07:002011-05-16T18:50:40.135-07:00Spain Sierra bike trip – day 3<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6_r-odOSeTKvJopa1xo3FttsbWvOcU2d1EjBQFxAOW3ZsH20GG5nlUMuX1UP2S61jmN3r6pVFHofqbriGP_V7L9txKFBfg8mbrRDgN4gE_OHKdt9PtnqUri9rgIEgaT70YkcubQ/s1600/IMG_5249.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6_r-odOSeTKvJopa1xo3FttsbWvOcU2d1EjBQFxAOW3ZsH20GG5nlUMuX1UP2S61jmN3r6pVFHofqbriGP_V7L9txKFBfg8mbrRDgN4gE_OHKdt9PtnqUri9rgIEgaT70YkcubQ/s320/IMG_5249.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607496434228593154" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl4CYG2n8pKV82atAwGlMJxuyqqbUh81Yp3AB7gR2E06Fkszdp98U_X2HC8pjbkCrsudrKzojPcgyOCSd4TLeXCQS1-09saEOcOBHrt7SuS5f2GEA_MYOuaYqausxQ7U_0Ynjr7g/s1600/IMG_5219.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl4CYG2n8pKV82atAwGlMJxuyqqbUh81Yp3AB7gR2E06Fkszdp98U_X2HC8pjbkCrsudrKzojPcgyOCSd4TLeXCQS1-09saEOcOBHrt7SuS5f2GEA_MYOuaYqausxQ7U_0Ynjr7g/s320/IMG_5219.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607496308911087010" /></a><br />Today’s ride was a 36 kilometer ride from Buitrago de Lozoya to Rascafria. Due to the directions, which could really use some dummy-proofing, we added another several kilometers on to our journey. But today’s mistake resulted in us riding out to an old stone hermitage in the middle of a field, where cows and horses grazed and a shepherd was the only person around for miles. So while we were bummed about going a few kilometers uphill unnecessarily, at least it was memorable.<br /><br />Highlights of today’s journey were:<br />• The great pedestrian/bike that goes from the village of Pinilla del Valle, through the villages of Alameda del Valle, Oteruelo del Valle, Los Gritos, and then Rascafria. It’s quiet and peaceful, has quite a bit of shade and is part of a network of hiking and biking paths in the area. <br /><br />• Being able to turn around and see mountains behind me wherever I was, some of them with a bit of snow remaining near the summit. I know I’ll have to climb one of those mountains tomorrow in order to get out of this valley, but I’m enjoying the view while I’m here.<br /><br />• The tour inside the El Paular Monastery. Wow. Amazing construction, amazing ornamentation, from 300-700 years ago. The Sheraton hotel next door is part of the original construction and is a fantastically ornate stone structure. <br /><br />• The appearance of fresh mountain water (the public fountain in Lozoya is water fresh from the mountain, which I used to refill my water bottle) and trees. The appearance of greenery and the sound of running water is a welcome sight after seeing so much dry scrub.<br /><br />Unfortunately, I didn’t find any remarkable food today. I was told the beef here is amazing. The grilled beef I got yesterday in Buirago de Lozoya was remarkable – tender and flavorful and juicy. But today we didn’t have much luck in our restaurant pickings. Another difficulty is the huge amount of pollen flying through the air. It’s easily visible and the wind occasionally blows it into soft, billowy piles. My eyes are red and bloodshot from constant itching. <br /><br />My behind is a bit sore from the time in the saddle, but otherwise, I’m doing pretty well, hoping I can make it through tomorrow, which is the toughest day of the tour. Four days is the most I’ve ever cycled in a row. Mark is suffering, but I’m loving it and am already dreaming of what will be my next bike tour.BAAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12746746637388615330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8077963.post-86473496301958794202010-06-01T18:52:00.000-07:002011-05-15T18:59:40.375-07:00Spain Sierra bike trip – day 2<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO6-coO99eARWSjJ0ByN4I_4A-qaQeTPRjD4kKFSP1i8lfVq0DItU-MKer_9n_9CnZlD8V9IHlHqWNqIVxUh0sMC2DyCKR6CysgQ5oW_eEmG8R2RFps1yU-RuUgW1uPI4kJCra_w/s1600/IMG_5179.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO6-coO99eARWSjJ0ByN4I_4A-qaQeTPRjD4kKFSP1i8lfVq0DItU-MKer_9n_9CnZlD8V9IHlHqWNqIVxUh0sMC2DyCKR6CysgQ5oW_eEmG8R2RFps1yU-RuUgW1uPI4kJCra_w/s320/IMG_5179.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607127508722707298" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSSE0Yw8udrneGuUAQ7nbMG50AkqpI03irIjHj334nrhGLGKMj1rHgpVXL7ntUWJRf342DD5Zbi1SQmF08rtasVro9-MEOoCSEfsHeokILoyot4uRDFoevtjWp0zvTHVj8jpwafQ/s1600/IMG_5204.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSSE0Yw8udrneGuUAQ7nbMG50AkqpI03irIjHj334nrhGLGKMj1rHgpVXL7ntUWJRf342DD5Zbi1SQmF08rtasVro9-MEOoCSEfsHeokILoyot4uRDFoevtjWp0zvTHVj8jpwafQ/s320/IMG_5204.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607127253077701250" /></a><br />Day 1 of the bike trip was good – long and at times tough, but with lots of beautiful scenery to enjoy. I went 57 kilometers, though I think it was more, especially since I got lost the moment I started out. The highlights were:<br /><br />• The village of Torrelaguna and the most amazing bakery (Panaderia Martin (calle Cardenal Cisneros 11; Tel: 91 843 03 11) we found there. My traveling companion said he didn’t think there was more than one bakery this good in the entire state of Hawaii. It was by far the best I’ve come across in Spain – with healthy options such as whole wheat toast and sandwiches and smoothies, together with the usual sweet goodies. <br /><br />• The wildflowers – red poppies, white, purple, and yellow flowers dotted the fields everywhere and perfumed the air. Beautiful.<br /><br />• The views of the el Atazar reservoir, especially up close. <br /><br />• The quiet country roads, where it was only me, the birds and the wind. <br /><br />• The cool afternoon breeze and the bright blue sky <br /><br />• The town of Buitrago de Loyoza with it’s medieval section, thick Moorish stone wall with cool, dark arches, friendly people, and the best menu del dia I’ve had so far in Spain at Asador Restaurante Las Murallas (Plaza de la Constitucion 3; Tel: 91 868 04 84) - a steal at 10 euro. <br /><br />Least favorite part – the 10 km or so uphill climb out of Torrelaguna in the intense heat. At this time of year, the best times to ride are before 10:30 a.m. and after 6 p.m. It makes for a very split day and is tough to time the rides, especially since we thought we’d take it slow and would have all day to cover the distance. Also, the urbanizaciones, or developments that have sprung up on the outskirts of many of these villages. They look like character-less suburbs. <br /><br />Overall, I’m loving being on the road, seeing the land up close, and exploring the small towns of this region of Spain.BAAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12746746637388615330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8077963.post-53318388294422977122010-05-31T18:48:00.000-07:002011-05-15T18:51:53.176-07:00Spain Sierra bike trip – Day 1<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipowkxnXrl5ELvlfIlzjhC5Dwqub6PhGsLjfOcdrRKG6ff7gU4fsW4JIMye_OxF1FfkRM7twW4jcCtgwMoXGtfQDkEZ9D3-xineIo7jnkPmvXQHqZxVtmo4Xata5yWg0uuIvaJtw/s1600/IMG_5154.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipowkxnXrl5ELvlfIlzjhC5Dwqub6PhGsLjfOcdrRKG6ff7gU4fsW4JIMye_OxF1FfkRM7twW4jcCtgwMoXGtfQDkEZ9D3-xineIo7jnkPmvXQHqZxVtmo4Xata5yWg0uuIvaJtw/s320/IMG_5154.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607125750250657522" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic9NDYKiqGtV-rwHFoRXkVULDAx9jeaY9ci6xuSyUMPell2_YCJyup1l_glXnQ_XdZGJdVfnYUSGHDw-EEcRl7_2OY7nl1HsmWRjAjNTkYyaESvLK-InO1kjwLotvUcSOpjc5OOQ/s1600/IMG_5161.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic9NDYKiqGtV-rwHFoRXkVULDAx9jeaY9ci6xuSyUMPell2_YCJyup1l_glXnQ_XdZGJdVfnYUSGHDw-EEcRl7_2OY7nl1HsmWRjAjNTkYyaESvLK-InO1kjwLotvUcSOpjc5OOQ/s320/IMG_5161.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607125690487727810" /></a><br />We organized a five-day bike trip with <a href="http://www.bikespain.info/en/inicio_en.asp">Bike Spain </a>in Madrid. I found the company online and was impressed with their willingness to accommodate our small group of two and our schedule. They modified the schedule and the days so that we could fit in the tour in exactly between our two weekend visits to friends. This is my first ever bike trip that I haven’t organized myself, so I’m excited.<br /><br />Today is by far the easiest day of the trip, as it involved no required biking. A staff member picked us up from our friends’ house and took us to the village of Soto del Real, about an hour north of Madrid. We got our bikes and equipment, went through the logistics, and were able to settle in to our hotel. We are staying at the Hotel Prado, a basic but clean and pleasant place with very friendly staff.<br /><br />Soto del Real used to be called Chozas, which means shephard’s huts, because in the 15th and 16th centuries, it was nothing more than a collection of stone huts used by shepherds as they led flocks of merino sheep to and from Segovia. It’s a dry and rocky place, but at 900 meters above sea level, has more trees than Alcala de Henares, including juniper bushes, white maple, oak, pine and cypress. <br /><br />After lunch (only 9 euros for a menu del dia at the Restaurant Miratoros) and an afternoon nap, I biked through town, then to the Cuenca Alta de Manzanares Regional Park, located on a mountain behind town. I think I saw the descendants of some of those original sheep, wide bodied sheep behind an old stone fence. Wildflowers filled the grasses, emitting a sweet scent. I rode up to the Casa de la Cerca del Cura. I’m not exactly sure what it is – a priest’s house, a monastery, a small church--but it was a stone religious building surrounded by huge boulders upon a promontory overlooking the village and the valley. It was peaceful there, with the only sounds being the wind, the birds and barking dogs. It was a nice place to enjoy the breeze, the sweet air, and the calm. <br /><br />Meandering around town for some dinner supplies, I came across the fruteria DeMaria (calle real 23; tel: 91 847 86 00) with beautiful cherries, strawberries, apples, peaches, nectarines and apricots – a much appreciated antidote to the heavy, oily we’ve had so far. A nearby shop, Tahona (Virgen del Rosario), emitted a smell so sweet I had to go in. It was a bakery with fresh baked loaves that included some non-white options. <br /><br />The center of town is small and pleasant, but apart from a few interesting stone buildings, not particularly striking. The residences around the town are quite nice – they look like what I’ve seen of houses in Arizona. Earthly colors in a dry landscape.<br /><br />None of the towns we’ll be passing through on this bike tour has more than 10,000 inhabitants. I’m looking forward to experiencing some small town life.BAAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12746746637388615330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8077963.post-18097723952441147052010-05-30T07:25:00.000-07:002011-05-11T07:33:47.166-07:00Chinchon and Spanish Sunday lunch<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiif5xsDY3SKXjjqZocAWIuMl8GAw8sthCCWOM-rj1jm8CghQtM_Q-tJDDUsmsfdBY7YJDo8tMGiloHnKltYxK7wVpBpJ1jOeS6G-hcY0RqJmRw6cGtYfeh3sGPoaQSxNMO05RKNA/s1600/IMG_5136.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiif5xsDY3SKXjjqZocAWIuMl8GAw8sthCCWOM-rj1jm8CghQtM_Q-tJDDUsmsfdBY7YJDo8tMGiloHnKltYxK7wVpBpJ1jOeS6G-hcY0RqJmRw6cGtYfeh3sGPoaQSxNMO05RKNA/s320/IMG_5136.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605466707762444594" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Xs5FIHZ8tCB-2ucYcsx11qFWZC07_kiNy3cEGOsvp9MiQFN2SF6CMQhtDlk_A3bLZV32oXKyOP7E-4CpWIf8-UxIPAzqKMDCh4TxfZENO2ltMgOCjh9pZnPrZcqKN2ksdAedzg/s1600/IMG_5142.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Xs5FIHZ8tCB-2ucYcsx11qFWZC07_kiNy3cEGOsvp9MiQFN2SF6CMQhtDlk_A3bLZV32oXKyOP7E-4CpWIf8-UxIPAzqKMDCh4TxfZENO2ltMgOCjh9pZnPrZcqKN2ksdAedzg/s320/IMG_5142.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605466605555070930" /></a><br />Our excursion today was to the village of Chinchon, located just south of Madrid, set in an arid, rocky landscape, covered with olive groves and red poppies. The three-story central plaza, lined by balconies, dates back to the 15th and 16th century. The town itself is even older. Because the plaza is so typical in the traditional sense, it is often used to film movies. It’s home to a wine and anis festival in the spring and a garlic festival in October. On occasion, when bullfights are held, they close off the plaza and use it as a bullfighting ring.<br /><br />We walked down the narrow streets, lined by old white buildings and dark, ancient balconies. We saw a pastry chef working on his creations through a large window. Most bakeries advertised leche frita, or fried milk, a special type of sweet treat. There were several hotels, though being Sunday, most of the shops were closed. Our friend said the main industries are the production of alcohol (anis, wine and lemon liquor) and garlic. Chinchon garlic supplies all of Spain. There is also a lot of unemployment, so villages like Chinchon appreciate the weekend visitors from Madrid. <br /><br />Just as we reached the bottom of the downhill road and entered the central plaza to admire the view, we saw a police officer, and then a motorcycle. Then another, and another, and another. A whole line of motorcycles filed into the medieval central plaza, one following the next. The sounds of their engines filled the air. I was expecting something along the lines of Jamie Oliver’s Food Revolution. Were they going to do wheelies in the plaza, jump off their bikes and do a dance? <br /><br />They just filled the plaza with their bikes, got off, appeared to enjoy the attention and the photo-taking by the spectators, strolled around a bit and went into the bars lining the plaza, then continued on their way about a half hour later. We sat at an outdoor table, enjoying a drink and the scenery.<br /><br />We also discovered the ethnological museum, which was open on Sundays and was very well done, though it could have used a tour guide. “This made me somehow nostalgic,” our friend David said, upon seeing the objects he remembered his parents and grandparents using. <br /><br />As it was our friend’s birthday today, everyone gathered at a restaurant for lunch. They seated us at a long table under the trees and lined up bottles of wine and water. The grandparents ordered a variety of appetizers to share – sausage, croquetas, beans, salads, empanadas. The bread was served warm and was the lightest, airiest, most delicious bread I’ve had so far in Spain. This particular place, Arboleda (Avda. De Aragon 361, 28022 Madrid; Nacional 2 Salida 11, Puente de San Fernando, Tel: 91 747 46 31), is known for pork chuletas, so almost everyone ordered that, though I took sea bass. This was followed by flan with cream or ice cream and tea. A leisurely 3.5 hour meal, during which the family relaxed and chatted, the favorite uncle taught the toddlers to throw food and to throw sand, and no one commented. The birthday girl was regaled with gifts of beautiful clothing, an adult with a recent birthday was given a remote control helicopter, and the children were given gifts just because they are children and the grandparents give them gifts almost daily. <br /><br />It’s hard work to spend so much time eating, so we came home to rest for the remainder of the evening.<br /><br />I haven’t been this unstressed for quite a while – no deadlines, not much to think about, not a whole lot of reason to check email or to spend much time online. Life is good in Espana and I’m relearning how to accept and enjoy some down time. In just a little while, we’ll begin a four day bike trip in what will likely be intense heat. Then I’ll be back to trying to achieve a goal – but while enjoying plenty of Spanish-style rest stops.BAAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12746746637388615330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8077963.post-52502992019038658252010-05-29T06:56:00.000-07:002011-05-11T06:59:51.256-07:00Alcala de Henares<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcFd0-zmJnm07le_gCEwXoLiM7f2mG_0gb43nKomjZVclz_eXD3YnQaNgiMcFCL98zPjviepXUZwdVnjjl01roUuefauIKDOcwnj5ep-NsC_2GbbY80kMSqILUvJ7TvYfVdQuGig/s1600/IMG_5097.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcFd0-zmJnm07le_gCEwXoLiM7f2mG_0gb43nKomjZVclz_eXD3YnQaNgiMcFCL98zPjviepXUZwdVnjjl01roUuefauIKDOcwnj5ep-NsC_2GbbY80kMSqILUvJ7TvYfVdQuGig/s320/IMG_5097.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605457895793822642" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1wuGV0nweadzwxD4HQKyaR_UfBVJLNeqmXrhyphenhyphen8k7tIAGEWm0Ws4q_GBz5d_c-wPi0YelGSftkMz7oPGS_bN-EoHEW_gQSNd01VEaYQM6-GH_0MSnRAGNYTyQI9DaAQCFslOS53Q/s1600/IMG_5074.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1wuGV0nweadzwxD4HQKyaR_UfBVJLNeqmXrhyphenhyphen8k7tIAGEWm0Ws4q_GBz5d_c-wPi0YelGSftkMz7oPGS_bN-EoHEW_gQSNd01VEaYQM6-GH_0MSnRAGNYTyQI9DaAQCFslOS53Q/s320/IMG_5074.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605457689246403650" /></a><br />We spent today touring Alcala de Henares, an attractive town of old buildings, tiny iron patios, centuries-old churches, convents and universities topped by gigantic stork’s nests and the large, majestic bodies of these birds (there are over 100 pairs of them in town).<br /><br />The main street is the second longest colonnaded main street in Europe. The magisterial church, which require that all priests also be university faculty, is only one of two in Europe (the other is in Scotland). It’s the birthplace of Cervantes and in October, the main street is converted into a medieval market. The roofs are made from red clay tiles, which presents a beautiful sight when viewed from the top of the local tower. And the city is blooming with roses, large, fragrant, of many colors. <br /><br />We visited the house of Cervantes. My friend said that it isn’t his birthplace exactly. He was born just next door, on the cross street. But the city thought it was better to have his hour on the main tourist route. It was quite a nice patio-style house, located next door to the hospital where his father worked as a doctor and which still operates as a care facility for poor elderly people. <br /><br />We climbed the 109 steps to the top of the tower, for a great view of the town and an interesting tour, all for one euro. The best part was the museum to the university, which is the main reason Alcala de Henares was named a UNESCO World Heritage Site in 1887. It began construction in 1499 and opened in 1508. Two other universities were already operating in Spain, but this was the first one to be a “university town,” to have students live on campus, and even to live under a set of laws different from those outside the university. There was a jail on campus where students would be punished for infractions such as speaking anything other than Latin, returning after 8 p.m., or bringing a woman on premises. <br /><br />The university is visited by the King and Queen each year, where they present the Cervantes prize to an author that writes in Spanish. The first woman to ever receive her doctorate was a member of a family close to the king and the king had to order that the university allow her to sit for her exams. <br /><br />The procedure of taking doctoral exams seemed to instill fear into my husband, who has a Ph.D. The candidate has to study eight years for a licenciado, even more for a doctorate. He would stand at a pulpit with his examiners on benches on the other side of the room and the galleys full of students who would jeer, cheer and mock the candidates. Each professor was allowed to ask one question. The candidate was supposed to both show his knowledge in answering the questions and his strong character in being able to handle the raucous crowd.<br /><br />If he passed, he was led out a particular victory route, thought an arch of accomplishment and into the town where he’d be greeted by cheering people. They were always happy when someone passed because a new doctor was supposed to throw a party for the townspeople from his own money.<br /><br />If he failed, he was led back through the door he entered. Real burro’s ears were attached to his ears, he rode a burro and he was walked through town, where he was mocked and spit upon and had waste thrown at him by townspeople unhappy that they weren’t getting a party. Then he returned to the university, where his classmates were to spit upon him in sufficient quantity to turn his shirt from black to white. <br /><br />While I’m not much of a shopper, I enjoyed doing some shopping here. I loaded up on fantastic children’s books in Spanish at Libreria Diogenes (Calle Ramon y Cajal 1), my friends took me to, <a href="www.eltrasterodelula.net">El Trastero de Lula</a>, a cute little shop with quality toys, I bought the local specialty, candied almonds, called almendras de Alcala, at one of the oldest confectioners in town, and I enjoyed window shopping in the variety of other stores. <br /><br />I also enjoyed the breaks, during which we sat outdoors at cafes and drank coffee, tea, beer, water and/or sodas. The food was plentiful, but I’m finding that I need some adjustment to the high fat and carbohydrate content. We started the day with churros (fried, sweet bread) and thick liquid chocolate. Our first drink break came with bread crumbs friend in oil with a bit of sausage. For lunch, we had a huge plate of fried potatoes, fried croquettes, cod fried with egg, and some delicious octopus on top of grilled potato and tomato. That came with a free serving of super greasy fried rice. Italian ice cream was our evening snack. For dinner at 10 p.m., we enjoyed grilled hot dogs, pork and sausage, more French bread, gouda cheese and a salad. The food is so heavy I can see why the afternoon nap is part of the culture. I’m just thankful we walked many miles, which hopefully helped to moderate the effects.<br /><br />Our friends live in a development about a 20 minute walk from the center of Alcala. What is nice about it is the community aspect. In the mornings, everyone gathers at the churreria for their churros con chocolate. By 10 a.m. my friend says there is a line wrapped around the block. They can walk to the vendors of different foods, to the gym, to their children’s schools, to the park. There is very little need for a car on a typical day.<br /><br />Both of our friends grew up here and now live just minutes from their family members, who also stayed local. They seem content with their life here. I can see why. This is a nice place, with a very relaxed culture. Though we flew in to Madrid, we are basing ourselves here. So far, I’m not missing the city.BAAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12746746637388615330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8077963.post-53155489907737312172010-05-28T07:14:00.000-07:002011-05-15T07:16:45.387-07:00Lessons in hospitalityMark and I arrived at our friends’ home in Spain. They led us to an open and light-filled loft, half of the square footage of their apartment. I hear birds chirping. We have a private bathroom, a place to relax, a flat screen TV. My friend filled our personal refrigerator with drinks and put some snacks on top of it. In the bathroom, she laid out all kinds of toiletries we could need and said to help ourselves. <br /><br />I did, in fact, forget my shampoo. It’s great to be able to grab a snack when hungry and not have to ask, or to find a way to go out and buy something. I’m reminded of similar hospitality I’ve been offered in many countries – the kind where the hosts think of what the guests might want or need, and do their best to accommodate. <br /><br />In the U.S., on the other hand, it seems common to give guests a space, and tell them to make themselves at home. But they are often on their own in terms of feeding themselves and they may even take out the hosts in thanks for the lodging. I understand that people are tired and busy and may not want to put themselves out for guests. But that extra step makes being a guest so much more enjoyable. It makes me want to repay the favor – which makes the experience better for everyone.<br /><br />We don’t have great accommodations for guests – a fold out sofa in the living room. I do try to have food on hand, I try to make at least one decent meal anytime someone is visiting and I tell people to help themselves to whatever is in the kitchen. But I recognize it’s not all that comfortable to rifle through someone else’s kitchen. I also admit that with the pressures of parenthood and work, I’m often fine with just suggesting we go out to eat.<br /><br />This reminds me that I should make a bit more effort. I should have toiletries easily available and ready to use. I should have some snacks available in an easy to access place. And I should make an effort to think about what my guests would like to eat or do, and try to make that happen. <br /><br />Where have you encountered the most welcoming hospitality? How do you welcome guests?BAAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12746746637388615330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8077963.post-38688344819230655742010-05-28T06:50:00.000-07:002011-05-11T06:51:31.403-07:00Spain<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH1NUboWuUhuZiY2o2rwwm45M2RHS-2Gz_SWZW3CxEjc6YLV302wKbGjuEzvGr5qpW7fEWHKkNX1GdoUyeu0A8HoFp4c1KYF0V1EJL0QGgX5wni8GuZ-RITggbn-p6HRh7cmh6lQ/s1600/IMG_5065.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH1NUboWuUhuZiY2o2rwwm45M2RHS-2Gz_SWZW3CxEjc6YLV302wKbGjuEzvGr5qpW7fEWHKkNX1GdoUyeu0A8HoFp4c1KYF0V1EJL0QGgX5wni8GuZ-RITggbn-p6HRh7cmh6lQ/s320/IMG_5065.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605455780623620626" /></a><br />Oh, the relaxed Spain of my youth. It is coming back to me.<br /><br />“You’ve come to Spain to do sports?” my friend’s mother said to me, referring to the four-day bike trip we’ve planned. “You are supposed to come here to eat and relax.”<br /><br />I told her my goal was to eat as much good food as I could without gaining weight, and that the biking would allow me to eat more. <br /><br />“But it’s not a problem if you gain weight,” she said. “Because you’ll return to the U.S., where except for Thanksgiving, there is no good food, and you will lose it.”<br /><br />I have to agree with her on the food. After a day and a half spent in airplane travel and a stopover at a house where there was almost nothing to eat that was not processed, I’m longing for quality food made from fresh ingredients even more.<br /><br />We all gathered at a table outside a bar. Our group ranged in age from one month old to grandparents. The bar tables were all full. Plenty of people strolled outside. My friend said there were less people outside than usual, because on Friday evenings people head to the villages. <br /><br />Eat, drink, relax. Adults entertained the children. No one talked much about work, about obligations, about anything stressful. It was just an acceptance of and enjoyment of the moment. This seems to me like a nice place to live.BAAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12746746637388615330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8077963.post-68042497041815310212010-05-28T06:47:00.000-07:002011-05-11T06:49:56.908-07:00The power of a village<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgazPPTi7xg4HfuZGfs3ZMCZdAJVrPbJj4GOnVnRIDkGquCPoAQsoikHMnB9O_o-7bckkWLzxljRNFsS5bvOX9JUubc0B9DVkiGP9p6W0Z-92yGdl7E1S9VeBZafLMOOC6MMSoWMw/s1600/IMG_5063.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgazPPTi7xg4HfuZGfs3ZMCZdAJVrPbJj4GOnVnRIDkGquCPoAQsoikHMnB9O_o-7bckkWLzxljRNFsS5bvOX9JUubc0B9DVkiGP9p6W0Z-92yGdl7E1S9VeBZafLMOOC6MMSoWMw/s320/IMG_5063.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605455415240915730" /></a><br />I’ve been in Spain less than four hours and already I can see a place that puts “it takes a village into practice.” Our friends live in an apartment complex filled with small tykes. When I asked how it was possible to have so many toddlers in one building, they said it was due to the economic crisis. “There is nothing else to do,” Jose said. Or, as his mother theorized, perhaps it’s due to the storks that are prevalent in this area. One of these massive birds flew by as we sat at a table outside of a bar.<br /><br />The complex has a locked outdoor patio, with a basketball court, swings and toys. “You can just let your kids run in here. Nothing can happen since it’s enclosed and there are always so many people we know here,” said Lucia. Giant roses – pink, yellow, red and fragrant – grew from small garden patches amidst the toys. “If someone needs to go and do something, someone else will watch their child.” It’s such a simple way to help the neighbors get to know each other, to interact, to help each other out, yet it’s not something I’ve seen in the United States.” <br /><br />From there, we went to a bar that was literally 10 feet from the front door of the building. Both adults and children congregated there. The kids could run around and play, the adults socialized and drank, everyone enjoyed themselves. <br /><br />Our hosts quickly assembled a family group. Jose, his parents and his two brothers all live within a couple of buildings of each other. The three generations see each other all the time.<br /><br />In the fall, 2.5 year old Jose Jr. will start preschool. It’s five days a week, located a five minute walk from home, and can be as long as 8-3. My friend Lucia thinks it will be possible for her to find work that will allow her to pick him up by 3. The cost - $0. Public preschools are free, and education is mandatory from the age of 4.<br /><br />Community, family, connection, support for parents and for early education for all – those are all values that I cherish. When I see them practiced elsewhere, it makes me sad that some people in my country think making each individual struggle, and the children to pay the price, is necessarily great. They may mock what they call “socialism.” But a little care for all people, and structures that support inter-reliance go a long way in terms of creating happy, secure and protected children – and adults.BAAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12746746637388615330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8077963.post-44892839096086917402010-05-27T12:20:00.000-07:002011-05-11T06:28:36.668-07:00I heart MSP<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJmbEaPHkuBJyYo37fIRPZceLo3uhNXRaFpCzPRb7geM-w9PECHGbgxiYFR08yGOHwrC5b1P1OWahIR304IXW5uaLo6CZIqQOubfDV-hh6wVMFS1eOYHTqqsIUoJqp95DZcuHJDQ/s1600/IMG_5059.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJmbEaPHkuBJyYo37fIRPZceLo3uhNXRaFpCzPRb7geM-w9PECHGbgxiYFR08yGOHwrC5b1P1OWahIR304IXW5uaLo6CZIqQOubfDV-hh6wVMFS1eOYHTqqsIUoJqp95DZcuHJDQ/s320/IMG_5059.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605449912634378786" /></a><br />MSP has always been one of my favorite airports. It’s clean, there are some interesting shops, you can find something decent to eat, the employees are friendly and don’t shout at you, there is a fantastic rest/nursery area for mothers and children, and today, I get to listen to live piano music by Aldo while I wait. Free concert of soothing music in airport = awesome.BAAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12746746637388615330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8077963.post-78328328402640720192010-05-27T06:22:00.000-07:002011-05-11T06:27:59.370-07:00High tea<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyCQ6FhoWUpUx23RG4FrQo5MoBsFjQkINzCES0BaMiuxxgV3o7uF2peITLozXdhghc10vt6gRHJXDokcbM7bXtO-2XtahXwRKgAoMTtZWnRLR4X_riHmPHBB7F9Gv3GLo3JvncWg/s1600/IMG_5055.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyCQ6FhoWUpUx23RG4FrQo5MoBsFjQkINzCES0BaMiuxxgV3o7uF2peITLozXdhghc10vt6gRHJXDokcbM7bXtO-2XtahXwRKgAoMTtZWnRLR4X_riHmPHBB7F9Gv3GLo3JvncWg/s320/IMG_5055.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605449380109412674" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSDRGlGlEoMulJwv-uhly6ec828PAG256DHp7Gotjyb1DXXez_kWMAwC50uEwB6lSD0us3hmNmfJ2r2YwlBD5JDUv1-LUGBU5VzmvrCpHsQhLv3St8mtz3zmo_wIhs1N3XaO9eRA/s1600/IMG_5058.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSDRGlGlEoMulJwv-uhly6ec828PAG256DHp7Gotjyb1DXXez_kWMAwC50uEwB6lSD0us3hmNmfJ2r2YwlBD5JDUv1-LUGBU5VzmvrCpHsQhLv3St8mtz3zmo_wIhs1N3XaO9eRA/s320/IMG_5058.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605449303222760498" /></a><br />This year I decided to take my mom out for high tea for mother’s day. I searched for a tea room in her area and found <a href="http://www.ladyelegantstea.com/">Ladies Elegant Tea</a>, which seemed to have very good reviews. We were joined by my sister-in-law and her two tweens.<br /><br />We were the only customers for high tea on a weekday afternoon, but what a pleasant time we had. As a tea aficionado, I’ve tried quite a few tearooms. What was most impressive about this one was the attention to detail. Every cup, plate, saucer, and instrument was a pleasure to look at. One child’s teapot had a china cat atop. All had drip catchers and were placed upon beautiful candles/potholders to keep the tea piping hot throughout the service.<br /><br />The children appreciated their special brightly colored napkins, and the way pink sprinkles appeared not only on the cupcakes, but on the crustless PB&J sandwiches. <br /><br />I had a fantastic Island Magic iced tea, with flavors of mango, coconut and passionfruit. <br /><br />This little gem of a tearoom allowed us to enjoy quality girl time as a family, which is priceless.BAAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12746746637388615330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8077963.post-20687780144180393172010-05-26T12:17:00.000-07:002011-05-10T12:19:31.617-07:00Airport without childLast night I arrived in this airport with a 2.5-year-old child. I can’t say he misbehaved during the 3-hour flight. He did pretty well. But he didn’t sleep and it’s hard to keep a child entertained and seated within about one square foot of space, especially when the guy in front of him threw dirty glances every time he touched the table on the back of his seat. So I certainly had no rest and spent every minute attending to him. <br /><br />We had some fun. I enjoyed his excitement at watching the airport activity upon landing, and I was proud of him for drinking 2-3 cups of liquids during the flight and holding it until we reached the bathroom in the airport. But it was tiring and I arrived exhausted.<br /><br />Now I’ve left him with grandma and grandpa and am off to Europe on my own, where I will meet Mark. Initially, I missed the entertainment value he offered. If nothing else, he always keeps me amused. Then I didn’t know what to do with myself. I soon figured out how to browse the shops, looking for a birthday gift for a friend, then to snag a seat next to a man playing live on a grand piano, and have some quiet writing time with beautiful background music. <br /><br />Wow, freedom. Free time. Motherhood has taught me to use it well. But sometimes, I want to do nothing more than space out and enjoy the lack of responsibility.BAAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12746746637388615330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8077963.post-69562183161054991522010-04-22T10:49:00.000-07:002011-05-05T10:52:13.821-07:00The Abuja airportI had heard so many horror stories about the Abuja airport – stories of shakedowns, intimidations, requests for money, fees for bringing a laptop, problems with taxis – that I got off the plane alone rather frightened at what I’d encounter and how I’d handle it. I was relived to find a smooth and fairly-hassle free experience.<br /><br />After disembarking, you get your passport stamped. There are carts available at the luggage carousel as well as porters. I was carrying less than $5,000 cash, so customs ended up being easy as well and there is no problem bringing in a personal laptop. <br /><br />If you have a driver awaiting you, you’ll find him just after customs. If you are going to take a taxi, you have to walk out of the airport and about a block to the right. Make sure to take a green taxi with a number on the side. Reports of robberies come most frequently from what are called “painted” or non-official (green) taxis. <br /><br />When it’s time to depart, locals told me I could arrive one hour before departure. But expats told me to leave my hotel four hours before departure, which I found was much too early. There are quite a few steps involved in departure, but it’s not so difficult. Unless you expect a lot of traffic enroute to the airport, leaving 2.5-3 hours before your flight should be sufficient. If you have a late night flight and your driver is not from Abuja, keep in mind that he may not be able to return home, since driving at night in some places is discouraged.<br /><br />The steps in departure are:<br />1. Change any leftover money. There is a bureau de change next to a shop on the right-hand side of the airport upon entering.<br />2. Show your passport.<br />3. Go through the security machine. If you are using a porter, he will take your luggage through the machine, then will expect payment.<br />4. Just to the right of the security machine exit, people will take a look at your luggage. <br />5. Over to the left of the ticket counters, you weigh your luggage on a scale and get a slip.<br />6. Then you can check in and get a boarding pass<br />7. Finally, go through passport control and up to the waiting lounge. <br />8. There may be another security machine check before boarding the flight.<br /><br />It sounds like a lot, but it went pretty quickly.BAAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12746746637388615330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8077963.post-39721987236401337982010-04-21T10:53:00.000-07:002011-05-05T10:56:01.523-07:00To use a credit card or not in Abuja<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw8Ua7CQpAMowDx7jp877zW-48Vpzy1BqjJ0_DPNUbdKf8Erf6_HgZIoBJEr69U3hP1Frn2KGDHUAB8SU1hJOM0skJuhnEeshSL_OSnmawSDtOxIZJQA_S6g2X4ahBypwQC05IFQ/s1600/IMG_4853.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw8Ua7CQpAMowDx7jp877zW-48Vpzy1BqjJ0_DPNUbdKf8Erf6_HgZIoBJEr69U3hP1Frn2KGDHUAB8SU1hJOM0skJuhnEeshSL_OSnmawSDtOxIZJQA_S6g2X4ahBypwQC05IFQ/s320/IMG_4853.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603292206685850434" /></a><br />Everything I read before departure warned people not to use a credit card in Nigeria, due to the risk of fraud. But your only other option is to carry a huge wad of cash, which isn’t much easier. If you bring over $5,000, you have to declare it, which will give you extra hassles at the airport. <br /><br />When I arrived, I saw credit card machines everywhere from my hotel to the small supermarkets. The Hilton had an entire row of ATMs from different banks. <br /><br />I spoke with an expat who visits Nigeria frequently and who has paid for her stays at the Sheraton with a credit card without issue. A couple of tips she offered are:<br /><br />• If using an ATM, aim for Standard Chartered, which are supposed to be safe<br />• Avoid ATMs that are on the street and unprotected<br />• Find out your cards anti-fraud policies. Keep an eye on transactions and notify your card if you see anything unusual<br />• You may want to contact your card ahead of time and let them know to expect a charge/charges from Nigeria. Otherwise, their security flags are likely to rise.<br />• While using a card to buy things within the country is easy, you may face difficulty in trying to purchase something online and have it shipped to Nigeria.BAAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12746746637388615330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8077963.post-90435170396760456182010-04-21T10:45:00.000-07:002011-05-05T10:49:12.489-07:00Taxis in Abuja<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY1LtSY63W-Pif9V3LymzwSc5N_A-PavwTWxa7Tw5iGrf4j_pBtLHRepXptg45VhRnXmFGk3FfZtM1EN9BnaeOJQ_p2ubPTIaCtoWAztoWL0qG2ZIT3ENAEWUruya0SdiJW0qJBg/s1600/IMG_4815.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY1LtSY63W-Pif9V3LymzwSc5N_A-PavwTWxa7Tw5iGrf4j_pBtLHRepXptg45VhRnXmFGk3FfZtM1EN9BnaeOJQ_p2ubPTIaCtoWAztoWL0qG2ZIT3ENAEWUruya0SdiJW0qJBg/s320/IMG_4815.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603290505195985202" /></a><br />In getting around, you have three choices, from most to least expensive.<br /><br />1. Hire your own driver, who will stay with you. You can ask around for recommendations. Or many of the hotel “car hires” (see below) are available for longer term use.<br /><br />2. Use your hotel “car-hire.” A “drop off” – meaning a ride to a place in town is usually 1,000, but can go up to 2,000. It costs more if you want the driver to wait. When you are ready to leave, you can call the driver for another “drop off” ride. These are generally nice cars with air conditioning. But not all of the drivers are well off. Some of them rent the car from someone else on a daily basis, so they can make their living off the difference they earn doing “car hire.”<br /><br />3. Hail a taxi on the street. They are almost everywhere, easy to catch, and cost 1/3 to ½ the price of car hire. But the vehicles can be in varied states of repair and you’ll enjoy the breeze from the open windows. Foreigners I met said they and their acquaintances hadn’t had any problems, as long as they took the green cabs. <br /><br />As you move around town, you’ll find you like and trust some drivers more than others. Ask for their numbers if they don’t offer them. Most drivers are happy to respond to calls and will do so quickly. It’s always nice to know that a trusted person is available to come pick you up.BAAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12746746637388615330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8077963.post-9422735440052068652010-04-15T12:59:00.000-07:002011-05-04T13:04:54.926-07:00First impressions of Abuja<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9dgafOiTrNjeZpDUT1wBVmZp7daYwmA3p3KEYlkWFpWTVYh6W3yiCgQctVCTELxGfH0Yg4ubHUNBVxS1rRgjpOqXkhy250E5LTyT4ZPU8J2GoJef49GHVNht05o9N7n8AqkWSjQ/s1600/IMG_4803.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602954355110233234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9dgafOiTrNjeZpDUT1wBVmZp7daYwmA3p3KEYlkWFpWTVYh6W3yiCgQctVCTELxGfH0Yg4ubHUNBVxS1rRgjpOqXkhy250E5LTyT4ZPU8J2GoJef49GHVNht05o9N7n8AqkWSjQ/s320/IMG_4803.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2f2xc_5GAzWdwXkeg0HJVkn36px7aVVq_oijFMRPV_iknYhM2BHMmUdfLzhyB9FCQQi5zFecYuLFrgY-8mRRrJQaRFDX5fSIj1VLJUOKUwBFbjNv2v6FY_ZqPNaa62NdueOXYqg/s1600/IMG_4851.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602954185784169298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2f2xc_5GAzWdwXkeg0HJVkn36px7aVVq_oijFMRPV_iknYhM2BHMmUdfLzhyB9FCQQi5zFecYuLFrgY-8mRRrJQaRFDX5fSIj1VLJUOKUwBFbjNv2v6FY_ZqPNaa62NdueOXYqg/s320/IMG_4851.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>The 30-kilometer road from the airport to town is beautiful. Paved and smooth, it is lined with trees, the green contrasting with the orange-brown dirt. It is in the process of being widened, to five lines on each side, so a cloud of dust billowed over the road while workers did their jobs.<br /><br />There isn’t a whole lot to see between the airport and town, but I still got the very clear feeling of being in Africa. The first thing I noticed was the soil. Something about African earth stands out to me. Perhaps because it is more visible than elsewhere, where it might be tarred over or forested. Perhaps because of the hue it takes on. Or perhaps because of the deep, rich scent. But it moves me and makes me happy to be here.<br /><br />I saw a billboard urging people to Say No to Overloading vehicles. A man walked down the street carrying an old black sewing machine with a hand crank on his head. Muslim mean wore colorful long robes and pants and round, flat embroidered hats. The non-Muslims dressed spiffily, in suits, slacks, skirts and blouses. I saw fruit – mango, papaya and other items I couldn’t identify- sold in buckets at the side of the road. Peddlers offered their wares to backed up traffic.<br /><br />My driver was listening to Love FM, a nice blend of music, BBC-like local news and commentary. A short sermon by a Reverend talked about fasting during Lent. I was struck by his understanding and inclusiveness. He said the Bible offers no command regarding fasting and it’s an individual choice. One who fasts should not be ostentatious about it, nor should one judge others who make a different decision. He reminded listeners that there are some who can’t get enough to eat on a daily basis and there is no reason for them to fast. It was positive, uplifting and promoted understanding of others – a contrast to the religious discourse I hear on the radio at home.<br /><br />The city of Abuja seems to be made up of a lot of new buildings, separated by wide, paved roads. It doesn’t appear to be very pedestrian friendly, as the dust pervades even the city center. My driver pointed out the beautiful gold domed mosque, and the Christian church across from it. He said there are more Muslims than Christian in this area. He showed me the various government offices, most of which looked new and modern. My hotel looks out at the federal police headquarters, a massive white structure that looks more like the United Nations than an African government ministry.<br /><br />My initial impressions are good – better than I expected actually – and I’m looking forward to seeing and learning more</div></div>BAAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12746746637388615330noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8077963.post-77567078952934025402010-04-15T12:52:00.000-07:002011-05-04T12:54:21.206-07:00Arrival in AbujaI was pretty freaked out by what I’d read and heard about arriving at the airport in Abuja. More than one person reported being “shaken down” at the airport, whatever that means. I read an account in the otherwise helpful book, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0813340454/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&tag=jessicajacobs-20&linkCode=as2&camp=217145&creative=399349&creativeASIN=0813340454">This House Has Fallen</a>, about having to fight off hordes of people trying to extract money, including a customs agent who demanded $300 to “import” the author’s personal computer. I stepped off the plane feeling like I’d be fresh bait in a pond.<br /><br />It wasn’t like that at all. The passport line was a little slow, but presented no problems. Everyone was in uniform, from the officials in their khaki uniforms to the luggage carriers in their lavender shirts. Not a single person approached me. I used a free cart, grabbed my bags, sailed through customs (noting a big sign on the door that said Say No to Corruption in Customs) and found my driver outside. There is nothing to be nervous about here.BAAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12746746637388615330noreply@blogger.com0