This picture was in the Reina Sofia when we went yesterday. This is a print that we saw I think it was by a Mexican artist. (José Guiterrez Solana, "Máscaras de los cencerros") I got really cofused when I looked at it. The man on the left in the back holding the Toilet Plunger, Bell kind of thing, and the man on the right holding the Broom are real. They are holding dummies, in which case it looks like one person is on the other person's back. We thought this would be a cool Holloween costume, so we took the picture.
-Antonia
Curtis falling off the walls of Toledo
Just in case you missed this I wanted everybody to see photographic evidence of the day Antonia pushed me of a wall in Toledo. When she realized that Greg was taking a picture she pretended to help me. Just wanted to sort this out.
-Curtis
-Curtis
Antonia with Julio's butt
We noticed that of all the pictures on our flicker account this one has the most views (16). Are you looking at Antonia or Julio's bare ass?
-Curtis
-Curtis
The Egyptian origins of jamon serrano
This afternoon, after a swim and a bite of döner kabab, we went to the Museo Arqueológico Nacional. There we sought out the finer artifacts that had been looted from the ancient sites that we visited on Mallorca. And there they were, bronze heads of bulls and small terracotta figurines from neighboring Ibiza. (Click on this photo to get to the others) This just added to the mystery for me. Who were these cowboy Talyots who could only manage to build rough mounds of stone but also cast these fine figures in bronze?
Perhaps more importantly, we discovered hieroglyphic evidence of the Egyptian origins of jamon serrano. There it was, in the Egyptian wing, carved in stone, a slave presenting the Pharaoh with a leg of ham, just like the ones we see in the deli down the street.
Perhaps more importantly, we discovered hieroglyphic evidence of the Egyptian origins of jamon serrano. There it was, in the Egyptian wing, carved in stone, a slave presenting the Pharaoh with a leg of ham, just like the ones we see in the deli down the street.
Plaza Ildefonso
Last night we took our dinner to the streets like many of our neighbors. Every evening groups of mostly young people gather on the square to share a beer and some food as the sun goes down and the air cools. The shadowy figure standing off the center of the photo is one of five wandering Chinese cerveza vendors who were working the square that evening. They are also our neighbors who live below us. We ate some pizza, someone played a guitar, dogs barked, and we went to bed. (We live in the building behind the construction site in the background. Although they are promising some swanky lofts in this new building none of us have ever seen anyone working on the project.)
Cavernícola (cave people)
I like this picture for its supernatural qualities. While on Mallorca we went out for the day with the entire Italian contingent, under the guidance of our new friend Susan, in search of a secret beach. Along the way we took a break deep in the center of the earth. We had to scramble through a small opening in the earth´s surface in order to access the cave which was completly dark at first until you penetrated deep enough to get into the main body of the cave. Once there the cave was lit by a hole in the surface into which Mallorcan shepherds had thrown the carcasses of their dead sheep, evidenced by the bones on the cave floor. At least I think they were sheep.
In this picture you can see Curtis, Julio and Amanda, gesturing wildly as she explains something. The supernatural aura above Curtis´s head is the light entering the cave and illuminating the smoke from Julio´s cigarette. This cave was apparently a source of fresh water to the early inhabitants of the island and my guess is that this entire chamber was full of water at one time but has now been dramatically depleted by modern wells and irrigation. Whatever the early people used it for it was a comfortable and cool place for us to take a break.
Susan, our guide, is American by birth but only spent about one month in the U.S. before her parents moved to the neighboring island of Ibiza. She told us that they were the first American´s there, the beginning of a swarming mass of artists and hippy drop-outs who came to the Baelaric Islands when the island real estate was up for grabs. She´s lived there ever since. With a keen interest in the archeology of the island, she took us to visit several ancient sites, stone circles and Taliotic structures, around the island. She also led us to some of the most amazing swimming of our lives.
In this picture you can see Curtis, Julio and Amanda, gesturing wildly as she explains something. The supernatural aura above Curtis´s head is the light entering the cave and illuminating the smoke from Julio´s cigarette. This cave was apparently a source of fresh water to the early inhabitants of the island and my guess is that this entire chamber was full of water at one time but has now been dramatically depleted by modern wells and irrigation. Whatever the early people used it for it was a comfortable and cool place for us to take a break.
Susan, our guide, is American by birth but only spent about one month in the U.S. before her parents moved to the neighboring island of Ibiza. She told us that they were the first American´s there, the beginning of a swarming mass of artists and hippy drop-outs who came to the Baelaric Islands when the island real estate was up for grabs. She´s lived there ever since. With a keen interest in the archeology of the island, she took us to visit several ancient sites, stone circles and Taliotic structures, around the island. She also led us to some of the most amazing swimming of our lives.
Marchando una de caracoles
We went back to one of our favorite places today, following a trip to the flea market, a stop in for some snails. This is the same place that serves the intestinos but the old geezer who runs the place said, "No", you must eat the specialty of the house, the caracoles. So we did. Or rather, I did. Amanda choked one down, and Curtis is always there to try something new but ultimately the dish was mine alone. They were delicious. The tiny bits of curled flesh are firmly retracted into their shells and need to be extracted with a toothpick. Once pierced they unfurl out of the shell with a gentle tug. The broth in which they had their last swim is exquisite, spicy, oily and sweet, perfect for to dip a chunck of bread. And dip I did, over and over again, between sips of vermouth and the occasional olive and pickled onion. (Click on the photo for more images)
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