17 October 2009

kalimotxo

my favorite things about traveling are the small things, and going home. in california, i had tried the combination of red wine and coca-cola in equal parts thanks to a friend of mine, but until going to the basque country, i didn't know it had a name. in fact, it has many names. but the basques call it kalimotxo (calimocho). red wine and coke sounds like a pretty bad combination (and a pretty good recipe for a hangover) but, seriously, have you ever tried vodka and redbull?



this was next door to the hostel i stayed at in san sebastian. it was raining all morning, but then the sun came out, and these guys came drifting down the block with their song to amuse the people at the café next door to my hostel. the accordian was especially great.


in france, the train conductors (is that what these guys are, or would a more appropriate word be "attendants"?) still wear adorable hats. and blow whistles!


rain, rain, rain. fall.


i met these two lovely ladies in san sebastian and they forced me to come have a cup of hot cocoa with them. not going to lie, it was probably the highlight of my week. i got to speak spanish and connect with a lovely eleven-year-old girl and this wonderful woman completely unexpectedly.


on my way home (in bilbao) i went to the guggenheim museum. it was pretty cool.


octopus waiting to be eaten.

i left spain with a cold, a stomachache, a seashell i found on the beach in san sebastian, two local bottles of wine, a basque flag, and eleven bottle caps. it was a good trip (is there ever a bad one?), but i was ready to come home. when my plane landed at kastrup, the captain announced that it was seven degrees outside (about 44 fahrenheit). the transition into winter is not one that i am ready to make. i wasn't even ready for fall! i am happy to be back in "my" city, though.

i just finished "a farewell to arms." i have a really hard time getting into war stories (not that war was the primary focus of this book, but still) but the ending was heartwrenching. hemingway is too good. now i'm reading "extremely loud and incredibly close" by jonathan safran foer, which i might like even better than "everything is illuminated." he has such good control over language and the way the story is constructed is really interesting: he has at least two different narrators, but they both speak in first person.

1 comment:

stopmakingcents said...

vodka redbull is the voice of a generation