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diff --git a/_drafts/mr-worldwide-pt-1-europe.md b/_drafts/mr-worldwide-pt-1-europe.md index 53a6830..a27be85 100644 --- a/_drafts/mr-worldwide-pt-1-europe.md +++ b/_drafts/mr-worldwide-pt-1-europe.md @@ -104,677 +104,3 @@ description: >- - Culture - History -# Munich, Germany - -I arrived in Munich late at night on January 14th. My friend Caitlin met me at -the train station, and walked me over to her house to drop my stuff off. Jetlag -hit me real good at this point, so I only barely remember her taking me to a -nearby biergarten to get some food and catch up. The next day we headed down to -the center of the city, and she showed me around the sights, like Marienplatz -and the Frauenkirche (one of many famous churches in Munich). - -{% include image.html - dir="mr-worldwide" file="munich-victory-gate-2018.jpg" width=4048 - descr="Siegestor (Victory Gate), Munich, 2018" - %} - -As we walked and ate our way through the day Caitlin updated me on all of the -things that I should expect to be different in Europe, like how water is never -free anywhere, nor are public restrooms; like how many buildings which are still -used and lived in are older than our entire country; like how people use cash -instead of card, and get irritated if you make them break a large bill, or they -just might not do it at all; like how even in a large city like Munich -everything can still be closed on a Sunday. - -{% include image.html - dir="mr-worldwide" file="munich-moosach-2018.jpg" width=3036 - descr="Moosach neighborhood, Munich, 2018" - float="right" - %} - -The thing which struck me most about Munich was how quiet it was. The din of -traffic is so ingrained into me that I don't even hear it until it's not there. -And to not hear it inside of a city was very strange. More than sound, there was -a quietness of life. It didn't feel like people were rushed, with too much to do -and too little time. People crowded onto the subway, but not with impatience, -and people walked home from the train station after work without hurry. It was -like the priorities of the whole culture were different in some fundamental way -that I could never quite put a finger on. - -Caitlin worked during the week, and so I was set free into the City for a few -days. I visited more churches, ate more food, hung out at the library figuring -out the next steps of my travels, and just generally wandered around the city. - -One snowy day I had lunch with a distant relative on my mom's side, who is an -artist in Munich. I met her at her studio, and from there we wandered around -various museums, where she gave me a private guided tour of the exhibits. We -talked about politics, and about how immigration is affecting it, and about -Trump (of course), and about art, and school, and our different cultures. She -told me that Europe had always looked to the U.S. as a kind of older brother, -but now that image was starting to fall apart, and I told her about the tiny -house and minimalism movement that is hopefully picking up steam in the U.S., -and about my friend who is living in a van and traveling around the country. I -learned a lot that day, and when I headed back to Caitlin's afterwards I felt -much more at home in the country and continent than I had before. - -A week after arriving it was time for me to continue on. One cold morning I -hopped onto a bus, rode through a snowy Switzerland, and hopped off into a -bright and sunny Milan. - -## Milan, Italy - -My first impression of Milan was: "Wow, this place is sketchy". The streets were -dirty, old, and covered in graffiti. There were homeless everywhere, people -selling bootleg clothes in the street, scammers targeting tourists, and a -general disheveldness which Munich didn't have. But on the other side of that -coin, Milan is one of the fashion capitals of the world, and everywhere I looked -there were also beautiful people in expensive looking clothes, driving fancy -cars, and eating at fancy cafes. Where Munich was simple and wealthy, Milan was -lavish and disparate. - -{% include image.html - dir="mr-worldwide" file="milan-street-2018.jpg" width=4048 - descr="The streets of Milan, 2018" - %} - -My hostel in Milan was called the Ostello Bello, and was probably the best one I -could have gotten as my first hostel in Europe. The hostel's downstairs area was -a restaurant/bar, with some tables reserved for hostel guests. Upon arriving -they immediately sat me down at one of those tables, where others were sitting, -and said "this is Brian, talk to him". They did this with every person who -arrived, as well as giving us free food and drinks, so that every night turned -into a small party. - -It took a while for me to fully break out of my shell and get used to meeting -people in hostels, but if it weren't for Ostello Bello it might not have -happened at all. Every night I got to hang out and make friends with people from -South Korea, Scotland, Argentina, France, Switzerland, and locals from Milan -too. So despite all the negative things I'm going to have to say about party -hostels later, I'm grateful for Ostello Bello. - -As far as Milan itself, the thing which impacted me the most was the Duomo. And -boy did it impact me, so much so that I visited it twice. It's the third largest -church in the world, but my experience of it was even better than when I would -go to St. Peter's, the first largest, later on. The interior is so cavernous -that all sounds echo virtually forever, creating a low hum which reminded me of -the Hindu Om. To think that the words of a book carried such force that, 2000 -years later, people were erecting and maintaining incredible structures like the -Milan's Duomo in their honor floored me. There's a lot of criticism which could -and should be leveled towards the Catholic Church, but damnit they know how to -build a building. - -{% include image.html - dir="mr-worldwide" file="milan-duomo-2018-0.jpg" width=1292 - descr="Milan's Duomo. In the lower left, tourists being scammed by a dude with pigeon food, 2018" - %} - -{% include image.html - dir="mr-worldwide" file="milan-duomo-interior-2018-0.jpg" width=4048 - descr="Interior of Milan's Duomo, 2018" - %} - -{% include image.html - dir="mr-worldwide" file="milan-duomo-interior-2018-1.jpg" width=727 - descr="Milan Duomo's creepy ass statue of Saint Bartholomew, 2018" - float="right" - %} - -Besides the Duomo I also visited some museums and other sights, like the Sforza -Castle, walking from one to the other as the days went on. Walking became a -frequent past-time for me during my traveling. Between Google Maps and the -external battery pack I always had with me, there was never a worry about -getting lost, and with hostels generally being clustered near the sights it was -rarely more than a half-hour walk to any given thing I wanted to see. So I got -used to walking a lot, and taking public transit infrequently, and never once -used a taxi or rental car while in Europe. - -Five days after arriving in Milan I left it, having made many friends and -having learned a lot about Italy and Italians. I also learned I was spending too -long at each city: It was almost 2 weeks into my 3 month-max trip (for visa -reasons), and I'd only been to two cities! From then on I kept to two or three -days per city, depending on how much I cared about it, with a couple of five -day-ers when I really needed a rest. - -## Ravenna, Italy - -After the hecticness of Milan I needed something more quiet. Before leaving the -U.S. a friend had told me about Ravenna, the once capital of the Western Roman -Empire and now small Italian city, where some of the world's oldest Christian -structures still reside. Mosaics retain their original quality over time far -better than many other mediums, and Ravenna was full of ones from as early as -the 6th century. While not as glamorous and fast-paced as Milan, Ravenna really -hit me with the depth of its history. As someone from the U.S., I'm not -accustomed to seeing anything built before 1500, and yet here were buildings in -excellent condition which were built a thousand years prior. - -{% include image.html - dir="mr-worldwide" file="ravenna-mosaic-2018-0.jpg" width=4048 - descr="Mausoleum of Galla Placidia, Ravenna, 2018" - %} - -{% include image.html - dir="mr-worldwide" file="ravenna-mosaic-2018-1.jpg" width=727 - descr="Basilica of San Vitale, Ravenna, 2018" - float="right" - %} - -Something else which took some time to get accustomed to was using cash (what a -segway!). By this point in the trip it had become somewhat second-nature, but -only by way of many mishaps previously. In the U.S. using cash is usually a -backup option, with credit/debit cards ruling supreme. ATMs never give out bills -bigger than $20, and no establishment would ever complain about having to break -a $20 except for maybe the smallest purchases. In Europe the ATMs (or cash -machines, whatever) almost always give out €50 bills, which absolutely no one -wants to break except big chain stores. It's a giant pain. I still remember the -exact location of an ATM in Munich which gave me €10 bills, it was that exciting -of a find, and I went out of my way to go back to it more than once. - -So in addition to needing to keep an eye on your cash and get more out -periodically, you also need to keep an eye out for places which will break your -bills, and plan accordingly. Before leaving the U.S. I had gotten a debit card -with free international ATM withdrawls at any ATM, so finding places to get cash -out wasn't a problem, but breaking it always was. - -But by the time I got back home, I missed doing everything in cash, and even -kept doing it for a while in spite of my culture. While having to find places to -break fifties was a pain, a little friction to making random purchases wasn't -necessarily a bad thing. Instead of impulsively buying whatever was in front of -me, I was incentivized to wait until a better opportunity arrose, generally by -waiting until I could buy multiple things at the same time, which generally -meant buying more efficiently because I was putting thought into it. Also, by -always paying in cash, I had a better sense of how much I was actually spending -day-to-day. In the U.S. we abhor inconvenience, but in my opinion our reluctance -to use cash is a good example of how that abhorance can be to our own detriment. - -## Florence, Italy - -The train from Ravenna to Florence (or, as Italians spell it, _Firenze_) was -uneventful. Finding the best route between cities turned out to be pretty -straightforward. There's an app called GoEuro which helps compare different -methods like bus, train, plane, and taxi/ride-sharing. There's another app -called Rome2Trio which does roughly the same thing. And there's a bus company -called FlexBus which I used quite a bit; their prices are good, their buses are -new, and the UI of their site was made in the last decade. - -Florence was by far my favorite city in Italy. On the one hand it was very -trourist-friendly, and on the other it still retained the feeling of being a -historic city. I split my time there between visiting museums and churches and -finding the best/cheapest spots to eat. Before leaving home, a friend had told -me to avoid any restaurants with pictures on their menu; they're targeted at -tourists and priced accordingly. So my strategy for finding food involved -marking off hole-in-the-wall spots in my maps app whenever I came across them -during the day, and returning later when I was hungry - -{% include image.html - dir="mr-worldwide" file="florence-2018-0.jpg" width=4048 - descr="Florence's Duomo near sunset, 2018" - %} - -On my second day in Florence I was sitting by the Uffizi, eating a panini, and I -randomly met an art history student from Madrid who was also visiting Florence. -Together we went to a bunch of museums, saw the David, and just generally hung -out. I asked her a lot of questions at the museums, because, to be honest, I'd -never understood what to make of art in museums. - -{% include image.html - dir="mr-worldwide" file="florence-2018-1.jpg" width=2688 - descr="River Arno, and the houses which still stand on it, Florence, 2018" - %} - -I'd already learned that, even if I could see a picture of something online, -seeing it in person is way different. In person the colors in a painting pop out -more (many even have gold leef paint which doesn't really show up in pictures at -all, but makes a world of difference), there's a lot more detail to be seen, and -the size of some is absolutely baffling. I also enjoy learning about history, -and the history of art is effectively the history of the world. So museums had -become a meditative place for me; I could go to one and just wander, taking in -art pieces at whatever rate I liked, learning and thinking about history as I -went. - -<div style="text-align: center;"> -{% include image.html - dir="mr-worldwide" file="florence-painting-2018-0.jpg" width=2688 - inline=true - %} - -{% include image.html - dir="mr-worldwide" file="florence-painting-2018-1.jpg" width=2688 - inline=true - %} -<p><em>Not pictured, the crowd of selfie-ers behind my trying to get a shot with -The Birth of Venus, Florence, 2018</em></p> -</div> - -What had always confused me, though, was how to _judge_ art. As in, what makes -one piece better than another, or what makes one artist better than another? Why -do some paintings become famous and others remain obscure? What my friend from -Madrid told me is that there's not really a metric. Some paintings become famous -for historical reasons, either due to where they were originally displayed or -some story associated with them. Same for some artists. Ultimately it's up to -the individual to judge them. There was a painting in the same room as the -famous Birth of Venus painting which I liked far more, and was happy to admire -it alone as throngs of other tourists vied for good selfies with the more famous -piece. - -I left Florence with a greater appreciation and understanding of museums, as -well as a good friend who I would be able to visit later while making my way -through Spain. - -## Rome, Italy - -Rome surprised me when I got there, though, to be honest, it's not clear what my -expectations actually were. The city center, aka the tourist center, is -absolutely _massive_, and all of it is completely tourist-centric. Living in -Rome must feel like living inside of Disney World. The city no longer exists for -its residents, but instead has been completely swallowed by the tourism -industry. Every street corner and storefront is filled with souvenir shops, -overpriced food, clothing stores with "I <3 Rome" shirts, gelato shops, walking -tour agencies, bike rentals, "experience" vendors (helicopter rides over the -Colosseum! Oh my!), shitty jewelry stores, and so much more, all aimed at -someone who has too much money and not enough time to spend it all. - -My hostel was one of the cheapest I could find, but I was only staying two full -days so it was fine. Seeing all of the sights of Rome in only two days is not -recommended. The first day I went straight to the Vatican, getting there as -early as possible to try (unsuccessfully) to beat the line. St. Peters is the -largest church in the world, but being rushed I wasn't able to enjoy it like -Milan's Duomo, and a lot of it was closed off unless you wanted to pay more. I -wasn't able to spend enough time in it to enjoy it. - -{% include image.html - dir="mr-worldwide" file="rome-2018-3.jpg" width=4048 - descr="Pope for the day, Rome, 2018" - %} - -The Vatican museum was more enjoyable than I thought it would be. For starters -it's huge, with tons and tons of things to see, including the Sistene Chapel. I -took my time wandering around. After the museum I left the Vatican and wandered -over to some other sights, like the Castel Sant'Angelo and the Pantheon. As the -day wore on, and more and more tourists started pouring out, everything became -impossibly crowded. It was difficult to really enjoy anything, what with -everyone taking their phones out to capture anything and everything the -guidebook said to, without really taking the time to take in the thing itself. - -{% include image.html - dir="mr-worldwide" file="rome-2018-2.jpg" width=4048 - descr="Did you know that Rome has more Egyptian obelisks than any other city in the world? That's a rock fact. Rome, 2018" - %} - -This was something I began to struggle with while I was in Rome. It wasn't -always clear to me _why_ these people cared about these sights, with myself -being included. My pessimistic self would say that people just want the social -media points gained by a nice selfie in front of Trevi Fountain, and that the -tourism explosion which has started in the last decade is driven by that -narcissism. My more charitable self might say that everyone understands that the -journey matters more than the destination, and that seeing the sights isn't -really the point, but rather prefer the adventure taken with friends and/or -family, and so they snap a quick picture and continue on with their good time. - -The reason people travel and visit tourist spots is really only their business, -and I can't be one to judge. It just seems unfortunate to take an entire city, -arguably the most important city in written history, and turn it into a theme -park for the sake of people who don't actually care all too much about it. I -carried this realization with me for the rest of my trip, that tourism is a -deal-with-the-devil; it takes the money of people who, ostensibly, find some -place interesting, in exchange for driving away the original inhabitants of that -place who made it interesting in the first place. - -Later on I would learn that the creep of tourism and the dreaded plague of -"gentrification" were spoken of as the same thing in popular destinations. The -problem of wealthy people driving out the inhabitants of a city in order to take -part in the city culture, which the original inhabitants created, is a global -one, and one I'm certainly a part of. I moved to Denver because I liked the -culture of that city, and was fortunate enough to be able to afford to do so, -but then left only three years later, and was now doing the same in even shorter -time periods in cities the world over. - -I obviously didn't stop being a tourist after Rome, but I made a conscious -attempt to be a better one. I put down the guidebook (or, in my case, the guide -app) and tried to explore more naturally, taking in each sight as I found it, -and learning as much about it as I could. Rather than trying to see a little of -everything, I would find something which really called out to me and focus on -that. It's a tough predicament to be in; it's important to go out and see the -world, to meet people from all different cultures and see all the ways they -live, but doing so is, often, detrimental to those cultures. It was tough to -find a balance I was comfortable with, and I'm still not sure a "correct" -balance actually exists. - -<div style="text-align: center;"> -{% include image.html - dir="mr-worldwide" file="rome-2018-0.jpg" width=4048 - inline=true - %} - -{% include image.html - dir="mr-worldwide" file="rome-2018-1.jpg" width=1920 - inline=true - %} -<p><em>All that said, the Colosseum was pretty baller. Rome, 2018</em></p> -</div> - -My second day in Rome I spent at the Colosseum and the Palatino, but I was so -utterly exhausted and brain-melted I barely remember them. I left Rome -with a ton of things left unseen, but without any regret about it. Italy itself -had far too much for me to do in this trip, and I knew I'd be back one day, both -to Italy and to Rome itself. On the third day I hopped on a plane, flew across -the sea, and landed in Spain. - -## Barcelona, Spain - -Barcelona definitely made my list of favorite places I visited. Having come from -a city which didn't feel like much more than a playground for tourists, it was -refreshing to be in one which felt more real. Spaniards seemed to be friendlier -than Italians as well, and my hostel was filled with characters from the UK to -Brazil to Russia. - -There was an architect in Barcelona named Antoni Gaudí, who died in 1926, but -left an indelible impression on the city. If I hadn't known when he lived and -died I might have thought he founded the place, he's that ubiquitous. His style -is completely strange; his exteriors look like something out of Candy Land, -while the interiors seem to come from a utopian sci-fi. - -What blows my mind is that, for whatever reason, they let him build a church. - -La Sagrada Familia isn't actually completed yet. Gaudí took it over in 1883, a -year after it had been started, and worked on it until the day he died. He knew -he wouldn't live to see the completion of the project, and so laid out the plans -such that it could be completed without him. The church has been slowly -constructed using private funds and donations since then. - -<div style="text-align: center;"> -{% include image.html - dir="mr-worldwide" file="sagrada-familia-outside-2018-0.jpg" width=1080 - inline=true - %} - -{% include image.html - dir="mr-worldwide" file="sagrada-familia-outside-2018-1.jpg" width=1080 - inline=true - %} -<p><em>Outside faces of La Sagrada Familia, Barcelona, 2018</em></p> -</div> - -The outside presents two faces, one a mishmash of sculpture which resembles -melting ice-cream, and the other highly geometrical, both filled with biblical -scenes and small details. Neither really prepares you for what the inside will -be like. - -<div style="text-align: center;"> -{% include image.html - dir="mr-worldwide" file="sagrada-familia-inside-2018-0.jpg" width=1080 - inline=true - %} -{% include image.html - dir="mr-worldwide" file="sagrada-familia-inside-2018-1.jpg" width=1080 - inline=true - %} -{% include image.html - dir="mr-worldwide" file="sagrada-familia-inside-2018-2.jpg" width=1080 - inline=true - %} -{% include image.html - dir="mr-worldwide" file="sagrada-familia-inside-2018-3.jpg" width=1080 - inline=true - %} -<p><em>The incredible interior of La Sagrada Familia, Barcelona, 2018</em></p> -</div> - -I'd been in a lot of churches and cathedrals up till this point. Even when they -were as mind blowing as Milan's Duomo, they all followed a similar pattern: -gothic, brooding, ornate, almost dark in a way. - -La Sagrada Familia is none of those things. It shirks the gothic style almost -completely, instead adopting one inspired by natural shapes and patterns. It -feels more like being under a canopy of trees than being in a building. There's -light, and color, and organic shapes, like the tree-trunk-like columns and the -flower ceiling. And yet there's also a geometric pattern-ness to everything, -which hints at an order and intent for everything in sight, so your eye is drawn -in to investigate every detail without needing ornamentation to grab it. - -It's lucky that I hadn't made any other plans for that day, because I spent -nearly two hours at that church, walking around, taking it all in, sitting -and contemplating, holding back tears a lot of the time, not being successful at -it the rest. This might have been the first building I'd ever felt gratitude -for. Where the traditional catholic building has, as a foundation, a call to -authority, this one had a call to nature and humanity. And rather than being the -crackpot dream of a single person, it had been carried on and supported and -built by many others long after he had died. It was a reflection of an ongoing -change in a society which I was grateful to see. - -I left Barcelona with a new understanding of churches, and what they might -represent, even for someone who's not catholic. They're a space that's been set -aside with the fundamental purpose of sitting quietly and thinking about things -larger than oneself. Thinking about one's place in society, or in nature, or in -the universe, and thinking about how that affects one's actions. Every society -on earth has these spaces, though they go by different names, and have lots of -different decorations. Each one of these spaces carries a message about what -that society has ascribed importance to, and the message La Sagrada Familia -carried with it was refreshing. - -## Madrid, Spain - -Originally I hadn't planned on going to Madrid at all, but in Florence I met -someone who lived there and so decided to spend a couple nights hanging out. -Going on a tour of a city is one thing, but going with a local is something -completely different. We saw some of the things a tourist is supposed to see, -like the opera house, the palace, and whatever this building is: - -{% include image.html - dir="mr-worldwide" file="madrid-2018.jpg" width=3036 - descr="This Schweppes building is called the Edificio Carrión, and is famous for reasons. Madrid, 2018" - %} - -But more than that, I got to see what it was like to actually live in a city -like Madrid, as a normal person. A fancy tapas restaurant is too expensive -there, so we went to a local bar that did it more simply and cheaply. We also -ate kebab, which is the European equivalent of the corner mexican or chinese -joint in the states; a place with cheap, good food, open late, run by -immigrants. - -Mostly, we walked around and talked. We talked about colonialism, and oppression -and guilt, and about the Spanish Civil War and fascism, and about Catalan and -its desire for independence, about capitalism, and the pain it causes, and about -tourism and gentrification, and about royalty and aristocracy, and about -language and culture. Like in Munich, I learned a lot, and felt a lot closer to -Spain than I had when I arrived. - -I only spent one full day in Madrid, and afterwards took a bus, continuing -south, down to Córdoba. - -## Córdoba, Spain - -It was on the bus to Córdoba that I remembered to actually book a place to stay -there. I quickly grabbed an AirBnB in town, though, as it turned out, messed it -up and it didn't get reserved. So there was an hour there, waiting at the -Córdoba bus station, where I was trully homeless. I spent it booking another -AirBnB, properly this time, and eating some bread and cheese from my backpack, -and watching some birds fight over a loaf someone else had dropped. - -This was the first AirBnB I'd gotten in Europe so far, up till this it had been -only hostels (and one hotel, in Ravenna). While I'd enjoyed hostel life -initially, especially my first taste of it in Milan, it had begun to wear on me. - -What I'd found is that, first and foremost, hostels were trying to hit a certain -feel. _Good vibes_ were words which I saw in many a hostel description and -review, though didn't often actually experience. It's in the public -consciousness that backpacking through Europe, going from hostel to hostel, is a -journey filled with new experiences, new people, and lots of partying. And while -that is _true_, a lot of hostels ignore hospitality in favor of playing up to -that fantasy, to their own detriment. - -A hostel's primary goal, like a normal hotel or AirBnB or whatever, shouldn't be -to provide you with experiences, or help you meet new people, or enable your -drinking and partying. These are certainly secondary goals it might have, if it -wants. But the primary goal should be to make you feel comfortable and at home. -And while the conceit of a hostel is that you are exchanging some physical -comfort for cost, by having shared bunk rooms and common bathrooms and all that, -comfort can be established through more than a fluffy bed. Some hostels I stayed -at got this, most didn't. - -If someone feels comfortable in a hostel they'll open up on their own, and -naturally want to meet the people around them, go out partying, and have cool -experiences. Or not. They'll do whatever the fuck they want to. But if a hostel -is too focused on being cool and hip and showing off how good its vibes are, -it's neglecting the basics, and then there's no partying, and the vibes aren't -good. - -So I was tired of party hostels, as I began calling them, having just been in -one in Barcelona a few days prior, and instead spent the night in what turned -out to be a brutally cold old building which had neither heat, sealed windows, -or cooking device with which to make a hot meal. Which is what I get for being -a snob, I guess. - -In the morning I visted the Mosque/Cathedral of Córdoba. This site has had the -odd history of having originally been a church, having then been converted to a -mosque when the Moors took Spain in the 700s, and then converted back to a -christian church in the 1200s when the catholics took Spain back, and has since -been designated a cathedral. It retains much of the Moorish architecture, but -with a church in the middle, and is an utterly fascinating place which I -neglected to take any pictures of. - -## Granada, Spain - -This was probably one of the most interesting places I visited while traveling. -Granada was once one of the most important Moorish cities in Spain, then briefly -became a Jewish state, and then the seat of the Nasrid dynasty (the last Muslim -dynasty in Spain), and then eventually went back to being a part of the Catholic -empire. During this time it also had a large influx of Romani, and out of this -mishmash of culture it became one of the birthplaces of flamenco. - -My bus got in at night, but I was lucky enough to catch the last public bus from -the bus station towards my hostel. It dropped me off in the Albaicín, an old -Muslim quarter in the city, where the houses retain the old architectural style -and the streets are narrow and winding. From there I walked uphill a ways to -the Sacromonte neighborhood, the traditional home of the Romani in Granada. Here -the people had dug out caves in the side of the mountain, and made them into -homes. My hostel was in one of these caves. - -{% include image.html - dir="mr-worldwide" file="granada-2018-0.jpg" width=1329 - descr="The view from my hostel, Alhambra on the left. Granada, 2018" - %} - -The hostel was small and quiet, overlooking both the Alhambra (the castle on a -hill, built by the Nasrids) and the rest of the city. The guys running it -were chill; the owner was Dutch, and the other was Scottish. The Scott had come -to Granada to live and study flamenco, and it was obvious from how he spoke -about it that he was completely in love with the art and the people. On one -night they took me out to a "real gypsy bar", as they called it. - -The flamenco artists in town, the singers and guitarists and dancers, make a -living performing for tourists, but this bar is, according to my guides, where -they go after the shows to hang out. There was no music in the bar, but, as the -night went on, three or four cliques formed up naturally, each around a guitar -player and singer, with dancers circling around, the rest clapping to an -indecipherable rhythm. The Scott knew the names of a few of the people playing, -and told me that it was at gatherings like this that the musicians tried out new -things and pushed the art further. It was the "real" flamenco. - -After that we got kebab and went back to the cave. - -Sacromonte is situated on the face of a valley, with the Alhambra being on the -opposite side. So to get to the Alhambra I had to venture down to the valley -floor, where Granada proper is, and found a very familiar tourist district -filled with all the crap I'd seen in every other city. The Alhambra itself was -interesting, but also packed, and I hadn't realized they only sell a limited -number of tickets per day to get inside the castle, so I missed a lot of it. So -I went back to the peace and quiet of Sacromonte. - -{% include image.html - dir="mr-worldwide" file="granada-2018-1.jpg" width=1329 - descr="Sacromonte and the valley below. Granada, 2018" - %} - -Being uphill and difficult to access by car, the Sacromonte was, in many ways, -warded off from the wave of tourism which has swept the world and sucked the -heart out of its cities. Only those willing to carry their bags 20 minutes -uphill could disturb it. I found the absolute best spot possible, with benches -overlooking the Alhambra and the city and the sunset, sitting and drawing for -hours, and was only disturbed by one or two couples sharing the view in all that -time. - -I had originally planned to head back to Munich after Granada, but after talking -with a lot of people who told me I _had_ to go to Portugal, I booked a bus to -Lisbon at the last minute and set off. And damn I'm glad I did. - -## Lisbon, Portugal - -Sometimes called the San Fransisco of Europe, Lisbon is a city with beaches, -historical buildings, perfect weather all-year round, earthquakes, and a large -orange-red suspension bridge across a bay. Unlike San Fransisco, it's an -affordable place to visit and the people who live there haven't been priced out -by tech companies ([yet][google-lisbon]). - -Part of why I liked Lisbon so much is that, while tourism is an absolutely huge -industry, it didn't really feel that way. The Baixa district, where my hostel -was, was certainly an area just for tourists. But it wasn't very big, and once -outside of it you find yourself in somewhere like Alfama, which has been a -blue-collar district since the Moorish invasion, and retains its winding -cobblestone streets and narrow alleys. If you look at the skyline of Lisbon you -won't find any highrises or office buildings, just 4 to 5 story apartment -buildings and churches. It's a city meant for people to live, first and -foremost, with business being secondary. And so, despite being the biggest city -in the country, and 9th most visited city in Southern Europe, it still feels -quiet and cozy. - -{% include image.html - dir="mr-worldwide" file="lisbon-2018.jpg" width=1772 - descr="The facade of a museum I was too poor to go in. Lisbon, 2018" - %} - -Another part of what made Lisbon stand out to me was the hostel I stayed in, and -the people I met there. The hostel was _homey_. There was a small dining area -with a single long table, a small living room with couches and chairs -arranges in a circle, a decked out kitchen that anyone could use, and free -sangria every evening. Rather than focus on partying and yolo and whatever, the -owners focused on making it a home, where people would cook and eat and talk and -hang out together. So that's what we did, every night, and in the mornings we'd -meet up one more time to eat unlimited free pancakes from the kitchen. It was an -amazing time. - -While I was there, a museum had an exhibit devoted to M.C. Escher, the Dutch -artist known for his tesselations, fractals, and generally paradoxical work. -Escher had always been an artist I was aware of, and a year prior to this I had -read the book _Gödel, Escher, Bach_ by Douglas Hofstadter and become even more -interested. So I couldn't pass up the chance to see his work in person. And boy, -did it leave an impression on me. - -Having traveled to Córdoba and Granada in his early twenties, Escher was -impressed by the Moorish architecture, specifically the tesselating tile -patterns they used in decoration. He began trying to replicate their work, and -ended up following what amounted to a mathematical investigation of geometry, in -the context of art. The museum presented his work in largely chronological -order, and, in seeing the progression of his ideas over decades, it really -struck me both what a genius he was and how dedicated he must have been to have -spun his wheels on the same problems for most of his life. - -<div style="text-align: center;"> -{% include image.html - dir="mr-worldwide" file="lisbon-escher-2018-0.jpg" width=513 - inline=true - %} -{% include image.html - dir="mr-worldwide" file="lisbon-escher-2018-1.jpg" width=341 - inline=true - %} -<p><em>Tesselations, paradoxes, and tricks of perspective, Lisbon, 2018</em></p> -</div> - -For the rest of my trip, even through Asia, I would spend my time doodling -tesselations of my own, trying to find the tricks that Escher found which let -him make such complex images. I would find some, but certainly Escher still has -the leg up on me. - -Having traveled most of Southwest Europe at this point I flew back to homebase, -Munich, to recuperate and figure out what my next steps would be. I left Lisbon -promising myself that I'd be back, even considering finding a way to live there -one day. While my life plans have since changed, it's not something I've totally -ruled out. - -[google-lisbon]: https://econews.pt/2018/01/29/from-google-to-amazon-technological-companies-are-moving-to-portugal-why/ - -## To be continued - -In my next post of this series I'll tell the story of the second, and longest, -leg of my European tour, where I go to Belgium, the UK, Scandinavia, Prague, and -Berlin! |