Pintxo Party!

A few weeks ago, I got to do something I have always dreamed about - kind of like a dream job I guess you could say.  Imagine...eating top-notch pintxos, sharing your experiences about life in Donosti, helping people make thier own memories here, drinking tasty wine and getting paid for it.  Yea!  I had the lucky opportunity to be a pintxo tour guide!

It all came about with Erika, my old boss.  As you may remember, she is Swedish.  Well, a friend of a friend of her's was working for a luxury tour company and was planning an all-out weekend tour of the Basque Country for his high-end clients.  Included in the trip was a pintxo tour led by someone who lives and eats (haha) in San Sebastian.  When there was tons of interest in the trip, Erika realized she and the Swedish guide couldn't handle the group of 30 on thier own and asked me to lead a group too so we would each have a manageable 10-person pintxo party.  I happily agreed.

Erika had planned the route out beforehand and when I arrived basically had done all the work - I just needed to guide my people to a bar and order the pintxos and enjoy!  Seeing as I didn't speak Swedish, all of the youngest tourists were with me.  While basically every Swede I know speaks perfect English, we figured the younger ones (30s & 40s) would be more apt to feel comfortable eating and drinking in my language.

At first the tour was a bit awkward because everyone was with thier couple and only talking amogst themselves, but soon after we headed out some couples started asking me questions about the city, how I came to live here, what a regular weekend is like, etc.  While big-money-makers, the Swedes were all very sweet and interested in my regular-person life.  A bit weird though - they had all dressed like they were going to a fancy theater show (black dresses, ties, etc) while I sported my regular jeans and boots.  Boots or heels, we equally enjoyed the pintxos and pintxo bar hopping.  In Basque bar crawling from bar to bar is called poteo, so essentially we did what is called here - pintxo poteo.

At the first bar, we enjoyed a glass of red wine from the Ribera del Duero region of Spain.  Funny enough - this is the first wine I had when Joseba and I were on our second date.  Erika had selected some of the best pintxos from each bar and made a 'mini-menu' for ths Swedes to choose from (she obviously had translated it to Swedish too).  Each person was able to pick 2 pintxos from the list to enjoy at each bar.  At this bar, Viento Sur (South wind), I took advantage of the free pintxos to enjoy some of the tasty selections at this expensive bar.  First was the carrillera con bechamel y alubias - which roughly would be called a pork neck with white sauce and white navy beans.  I know, a pig neck sounds disgusting but it is really a hit of a pintxo in this area.  I often order it when I go pintxo poteoing with my friends, so don't be grossed out.  For my second pintxo I selected some more meat when I ordered the brick de ternera con curry y salsa agridulce - some veal with 2 dipping sauces, curry and sweet and sour.  The Swedes had eaten at a 4-star Michelin restaurant that afternoon called Arzak.  Listed as the 8th best restaurant in the world, they paid something around $300 for thier lunch, and I was surprised that they even had stomach room left to eat pintxos, but they were happiily chomping away until I shuffled us out the door an onto the next bar.

At Hidalgo 56 Bar, the selected wine was a Manzanilla - which is more a less a sherry as a wine.  I don't like it, but being the guide ordered it anyways.  Turns out none of them liked it either, so we quickly ate our pintxos (me a shrimp kebab wrapped in goat cheese and bacon with pieces of pinapple) and headed off to the 3rd bar, braving the sprinkling rain.

Bergara, the next stop, is a famous Donostia pintxo bar because it seems every year they win something from the Pintxo Txapelketa - the annual pintxo competition.  One year they even won Txapelduna - first prize for one of thier pintxos.  Directly from Basque, txapel means 'hat' and duna means 'the one with'.  So Txapelduna would be the 'one with the hat' - the champion.  Here, trophies aren't given for winning, Basque boinas, a type of beret hat are the coveted prize gear.  Throughout the night, the Swedes were eagerly asking how to say things in Spanish, how to order thier own pintxos, how to say excuse me, etc.  While I know all of these answers, I also now can say I know a lot of the answers in Basque.  Seeing as most of them had already travelled to Spain, I wanted to try and give them a different experience and teach them these sentences in Basque - seeing as they WERE in the Basque Country.  They were delighted to learn how to say 'another one' when they wanted a new drink - beste bat.  Or when we were in a packed bar, how to politely push by people by saying barkatu, excuse me.  I also tried to give them a brief understanding of the Basque's desire to be independant and the rich culture that I get to see on a daily basis.  I guess being married to a Basque man, I have become a bit biased, and really wanted them to remember they were not (as many signs hanging around town proclaim) in France or Spain, but the Basque Country.  They were like kids hungry for knowledge and were excited to learn about this independance struggle and the gems of the Basque Country.  Not only did they gobble down what I was saying but at this bar we also tried a random pintxo from the bar (they were so excited to be able to just grab it from the bar and take it to thier table) and some mushroom risotto to go with our Txakoli, a young Basque white wine.

For our last bar we stopped of at Andra Mari, the Basque way of saying Our Lady Mary.  We lucked out with it being our last bar because they had reserved an entire table for us - much needed after almost 3 hours of eating.  Grilled foie gras was the first pintxo we all ordered - a Basque staple.  Almost every bar offers this pintxo, and while I am not the biggest foie fan, this was delectible.  For a second pintxo I selected a piece of toast topped with smoked tuna and grilled tomatoes to go with our wine from Valencia (in the SE of Spain).  By this time the Swedes were happily intoxicated and with full bellies.  After wining and dining for the last few hours, I was sad to see them go, but so happy I had gotten the chance to lead such a tour.  Now, if only I could do this as my job everyday...

Muxu!
Amanda

Shine on me

While reading a science magazine I normally buy here, I learned that not only do Americans love Spain for flamenco dancing, bull-fighting and sangria and sunny beaches, but that we also appreciate Spain's 340 days of sun a year for solar power.  Let me clarify that those 340 days of glorgous rays are more for the central and southern parts of the country, hence you don't see as many sunny pictures of mine on this blog.  Regardless, it is one of the sunniest countries in the world with the capacity to caputre the sun's energy and use it as a renewable energy.

As the 4th largest manufacturer of solar power technology, I guess it is not surprising that even President Obama is interested.  Turns out, he has big plans for our sunny state of Arizona - and purchased a $1,110,000 project that will produce 250MW of energy.  From the article I am not completely sure if the plant will be exactly the same to the one that recently was opened in Badajoz, Spain, and is listed as the largest solar power plant in the world (just nudging out the USA by 10MW).  With mirrors that oscilate with the movement of the sun, the plant uses the harsh rays to relfect the sunlight to a fluid-filled tube which then heats the liquid to produce steam which runs the turbines.  About the size of 75 football fields, this plant looks like an oasis in the middle of the dry desert.

Spain is not only a contender in solar energy, but also has managed to get a leg up on wind energy.  In the region (State) of Navarra - The Basque Country's neighbor - they already produce 75% of thier energy from wind, solar, hydro and biomass.  The country as a whole boasts 12% of energy from these renewable energies.  The Basque Country (who as I mentioned early has much less sun than the south of Spain) only attributes a little over 5% of its total energy to renewable energies but the hyrdo and wind power sectors are growing rapidly.  Sidenote:  Joseba is a mechanical engineer and often works on pieces of wind power towers that are being used in the Basque Country and even exported around the world!

I don't know where the nearest solar energy site is near you, but maybe next time you think of one, you can remember me and think that 70% of the mirrors used in solar panel energy plants around the world come from Spain, so there is a itty-bitty chance that one of the mirrors once captured my reflection ;)  As they say 'it never rains in the plains of Spain' and I guess bragging about that finally has come up with some good results!

Muxu!
Amanda

Exhibition: Amanda's new hobby

I have never taken a painting class.  Heck, I've never taken an art class.  I am pretty convinced by my thin stick people drawings that I have no artistic talent.  However, the past few years I have been itching to see for myself if I have any ability in this field.  All through high school and college, while art classes were offered in every direction, I opted for writing, marketing, computers, etc.  Now, I guess I figure it's my time to try it out, and so I signed up for a class through the Culture Center in Donostia for oil painting!  The class started last Thursday and I had zero expectations and just wanted to try out something totally out of character for myself. 

I originally thought that I could kill two birds with one stone and maybe meet some fun and nice people, but as it turns out, I think I (and maybe a 35 year old woman I sat next to) are the only people under 50 in the class.  Maybe there was a special senior citizens discount??  Regardless, I went with an open mind and quite liked it.  We started off by learning to mix different oil colors - from primary colors to make the secondary ones - as well as how white changes the colors drastically.  We painted our own color wheels and I can honestly say mine wasn't the worst!  So that's a good start no? 

When the teacher went through the laundry list of supplies we need to buy, I realized that not only will this class serve as a fun hobby on Thursday afternoons, but also as a way to expand my Spanish vocabulary.  Art techniques and tools are not really words you learn often.  And to think that I considered taking this class in Basque HAHA! 

In this blog I have included a few pieces of art that I found for sale online that show the beauty of the Basque Country in oil.  While I might rock the color wheel, I recognize that I probably won't be painting anything near this nice for years to come, but this week, when I go to buy all the required supplies, I guess I can be remind myself that I live in a beautiful place that maybe someday (with a lot of talent/practice) I will be able to paint a canvas and try to capture the rolling hills, lively dancers, incredible food and crashing sea. 

Muxu!
Amanda

SOS - not as an emergency

As a wedding present, Erika (my old boss) got us a night at 4-star hotel in a small Spanish town called Sos de Rey Católico.  No, it is not an emergency response town, nor a deserted island with the letters SOS laid out in palm tree leaves.  Quite the contrary actually - it is a small town that used to sit on the border between the Kingdoms of Aragon and Navarra (the then Basque Country).  The small village sits atop a hill with 360º views of the valley looming below and was considered to be an ideal spot for living and it is known that people have lived here even before King Sancho I of Navarra founded the town in 907. 


About 2 hours drive from our house, the distance really makes a drastic difference from the lush and coastal Basque cities.  Sos sits in a dustbowl type of location and while spotted with low and sparse bushes, the color of the sand blends with the stone buildings that maintain thier charm from the 13th century.  A completely walled-in city, the steep cobblstone streets still stand although entrances to buildings long forgotten show the city's age.  Once just a small unimportant village, Sos became Sos de Rey Católico (Sos of the Catholic King) after King Ferdinand II was born there in 1452.  While home to the King, Sos was also a thriving commercial center on its own.  With an engraved measuring system in the stones as well as a triangular area carved out for a Roman scale, historians note that Sos was a meeting place and had a successful market in thier Plaza Mayor.  With seven gates in the surrounding walls, the medeival days of Kings, Queens and jesters would have had a lively atmosphere in this town.  

With narrow streets and arching doorways, one small alleyway leads to the unique Saint Steven church.  Special in the sense that it's approach was defended by a tunnel that led to the original church.  Later the church was expanded to its current size - practically untouched.  The curious thing about the town was that besides the eerily quiet buildings it seemed almost void of residents during the day - then we went out for an evening walk and the town came alive.  It seemed at every corner there was a group of friends drinking and laughing and we even stumbled upon a group of friends singing thier hearts out at a local bar.

A small town, seemily locked in history, that didn't seem to neither change for hundreds of years nor want to, was a great way to spend a relaxing wekeend and was a most appreciated wedding getaway.  Life went at the pace it probably did back at the town's founding and we were able to enjoy the 4-star hotel to the fullest as well as take in the medievel architecture in a city rich with history.

Besos! 
Amanda

Well-Versed

Next week my Basque classes will start up and I will again be immersed in the complicated language.  As a little refresher, I have been reviewing my notes from last year and along with my two friends from class (Cecilia, left, Monste, right) last year, have just attended a movie all in Basques (subtitles in Spanish, thank God!).  Not only was it a great way to hear the language again and get back into the habit, but this movie, called Bertsolari, gave me a good at the world of bertso that is very important in Basque culture, but something I have not really experienced yet.

In Basque life, bertso (pronounced burr-cho) which kind of translates as 'verse' in Basque, bertsolaritza is the art of rhyming spoken word set to various melodies completely improvising.  Think of a poetry singing contest that takes place live and the singers create thier rhymes on the spot.  Only traceable to the beginning of the 19th century, these spoken verses were mainly sung by very literate people and were quite informal (at a dinner or out drinking with friends).  In the film they note that this type of oral history is of course integral to society, so that although there are not records of bertos from so long ago, that this tradition has lived on for longer than we can imagine.  Be it a very old custom, it is still rich in the Basque Country to this day.

Only in 1935 was the first bertso competition held but quickly after, due to the Spanish Civil War, was put to a stop.  During this period, even speaking Basque was dangerous, so celebrating the language through spoken verse was a big risk.  Despite this fact, bertos were still sung at low-key events and became a way to voice an opinion about politics and news.  The film confronts this bertso survival by explaining that 'Francoism didn't speak Euskera' and seeing as bertso are all about the beauty of the Basque language, it was an uncrackable code.  Not until the 1980s was the next national championship bertsolari competition held.  People came out in droves - over 10,000 people - to hear thier language in this special form.

At a bertsolari txapelketa (bertso competition in Basque), contestants sit on stage in regular street clothes in a simple chair in front of a vast audience of Basque speakers and fans.  They are individually called to the mic and give a subject by the gai-jartzaile (subject setter).  With this subject they have to invent a verse according to the meter and tune are given.  There are many typical categories that they compete within, including some of the following:
- The Initial Greeting (Hasierako Agurra)- the bertsolari can freestyle his intro verse to say hello
- The Prison Verse (Gartzelako Lana)- the bertsolari is given a topic and must compose a verse related to it
- Conversation Verses (Elkarrizketa)- two bertsolaris must take turns dealing with a given subject in verse
- Key Word (Hitza Emanda)- the bertsolari must use a key word in his verse
- Rhyme Words (Oinak Emanda) - the bertsolari is given some rhyming words and must incorporate these into his verse
- Farewell Verse (Txapeldunaren Agurra)- also freestyle, the bertsolari can part ways with the audience how he likes

While a beautiful form of spoken art, the Basque still manage to have a good time with this friendly competitive environment.  From the film, we really got the impression that all bertoslaris are a kind all thier own and that thier love and practice of the language bond them.  Thier topics could range from hunger in Africa (prison verse) or accidentally getting into your grandma's bed (conversation verse where one person would be the guy and one would be the grandma) to something as simple as fire (key word). 

Seeing as I have only studied one year of Basque, going to one of these txapelketas would be a bit silly for me because I would be completely lost.  Joseba has told me that after a year or so more of learning we will go and then I will get to experience a bertso competition live, which will be quite a reward for learning the language.  Just experiencing the nerves that lead up to a competition for one of these people was intense and to see how after being given a topic and thinking only a few minutes they compose beautiful verses, I was amazed.  It is like a comedian who performs improve or a rapper who makes his beat on the spot, but with no props nor music - just the words and thier power. 

Nowadays, people study very hard to become good bertso singers.  One of Joseba's bandmates is a popular bertso performer and also a bertso teacher.  The film gave a peek into a bertso school in Zarautz (about 20 mins from San Sebastian) and showed some of the techniques they use to teach kids (from qutie a young age) how to start to master this craft.  Highly regarded in the Basque Country, one bertsolari artist defined the verse improvisation as the following:
Neurriz eta errimaz
kantatzea itza
orra or zer kirol mota
den bertsolaritza.
    - By Xabier Amuriza   

Which would loosely translate to mean:
Through meter and rhyme
to sing the word
that is the kind of sport
bertsolarism is.


To see people so proud of thier language, especially because it is a minority one, was uplifting.  I know that I probably will never speak Basque well enough to be able to compose these poetical verses on the fly, but knowing that someone can master thier own language so well and be so aware of verse composition in such a tense environment is astounding.  I have included a link to a publicity video for the movie I just saw with English subtitles.  I know you won't  understand the Euskera (don't worry I don't catch even half of it), but hopefully you can see the magic in this video.  

Seeing that so many people in the world speak English, I think we take our language for granted.  Here in Basque Country, with only about 650,000 speakers, Basque is cherished, relished and respected in every form.  Bertsos - be them at dinner with friends talking about politics; at a bertso school with kids just starting to master the craft; or the every 4 years txapelketa with 15,000 people packed in to feel the excitement live, are touching.  Basques rarely get the chance to get excited and celebrate thier language and this 'sport'/'art' gives them that opportunity, and hopefully one day I will be able to appreciate that without subtitles.

Muxu!
Amanda

Feeling the pulse of the world!

The Daily News has published another one of my articles today with a headline reading 'Six Billion Others:  Kelso grad feels the pulse of the world at Spain exhibit'

From time to time I send articles their way to share my experiences with a wider audience, which I love.  This article came as quite a surprise though.  I had sent my article and was told that there were a few travel stories already in waiting and that within some time they would run.  But, out of nowhere, the reporter contacted me saying that there had been a space problem and BOOM my article was running in 2 days!  Delighted, I sent over a recent photo and bada-bing-bada-boom it's there.  The one little misprint is that the photo's caption says I am in Austria.  Being a land-locked country, it is a bit unbelievable that the photo of me on the coast could be taken there.  The photo is in fact taken in Bermeo, Basque Country about an hour from our house. 

While most of you have probably already read the article because it was an earlier blog, hope you enjoy seeing it in a newspaper format!  I think the fact of holding the newspaper in your hand makes the news much more exciting and can't wait to see it in print myself. 

Muxu!
Amanda

Won't you be my neighbor

This morning, as we were woken up by our upstairs neighbor's habitual Sunday morning visitor's voice (I think her son), I thought I should write you a blog about living in a city in Spain and the joys that come with it.  The majority of places to live in a city or even the outskirts of a city in Spain are apartment buildings.  And I am not talking apartment complexes with a parking lot and a pool or a gym, but think NYC buildings with a bunch of apartments in them.  Every place I have ever lived here has been an apartment building.  The only other options are basically a huge villa or a farmhouse in the country.  If you want a yard and some peace and quiet, options B and C are pretty much your only options.

I lived in many an apartment in Arizona and New York before coming here, but the experiences are incomparable for a few reasons.  The main difference seems to be the interior patio which is a free entrance to the life of all your neighbors.  Most apartment buildings are set up in a block of 4 apartments or more per floor.  Normally one wall of the apartment looks out over the street, two walls are shared with neighbors and the 4th wall's windows open up to an 'interior patio' as it is called here.  Basically it is a cut-out in the middle of the apartments where people hang thier clothing and can get some sunlight in the interior rooms. Please note, that although I call it a patio, we can not actually step OUT onto a deck or something, it is merely windows for us.  Some apartments DO have interior actual patios, but not this one. Sounds nice, but we get much more than sunlight from our interior patio.  In our particular building layout, all of the apartments' kitchens are located in the interio patio side, so as you can imagine, when everyone is cooking, everyone else knows it.  If someone is even in the kitchen it is community knowledge.  From loud frying pans crackling to couples fighting over what to eat at night to the smell of chicken wofting through the interior column, I can precisely tell you who was home last night and from the smell on our clothes this morning, I can tell you what they ate!

Even better than having your clothes smell like steak or peppers is the random suprise that falls upon your clothes.  The old woman who lives above us occasionally drops her apron while she is hanging it on the clothesline and consequently we always return it by hanging it on her doorknob.  The kind favor was not returned when I accidentally dropped my undies onto the clothesline below.  Shows what kind of neighbors in 3B we have!  Even worse is the lady at the bottom of the building, who gets incredibly angry if you drop something and it makes it all the way to the floor and she has to go fetch it for you on her patio. Even with the biggest smile and a hearty apology she hates you immediatley and requests you identify your apartment number (like she keeps track of who drops what or something). Think the mean dog in the movie Sandlot - she is kind of like except she has a croaky voice and due to her age a snail's pace. 

Besides being so close you have occasionally smell the fabric softner of your neighbor's clothes, it seems all of the tennants in our building are quite the gossips.  Our landlords warned us of this when we moved in and they were right.  Upon entering the elevator with a fellow resident, I always say hello very friendly and ask which floor they are going to for button-pressing purposes.  When they hear I am going to 4, they of course ask which door, because they can't accept just knowing my floor, they also need to know EXACTLY where I live. 

If they really want to know about our personal life, all they have to do is lean thier heads out the kitchen window and GASP hear us speaking in English.  To maintain some sort of flow of air in the apartment we often leave the kitchen window partially open but keep our speaking voices low.  However, it seems in Spain that the acceptable speaking level is a few decibels higher.  That goes for TV volume too.  From shows like Jerry Springer to soap operas it seems there is always a TV on in one apartment.  Not interior patio business but just our luck, our neighbor that we share the living room wall with happens to be a huge classical music fan and we can usually hear him singing some sort of opera or enjoying a classical CD at full-blast.  A few wall punches are normally in order to turn the sound down.  He is also the conniseur of loud-door opening and it seems his key just makes as much ruckus as possible when he gets home every night at midnight.  One day....ohhhh one day I am going to whip the door open and teach him how to quietly enter his house!

While in the States most people live in single-family homes, here that is basically unheard of.  I know that the same sort of neighborhood gossip can still easily go on how it goes on in our apartment building, but I guess since you can enter your own 4 walls, the nosy neighbor or the Friday night party never really seemed to annoy me.  Here every wall of your apartment is connected with that of someone else's home and the only free one is the wall that has windows to the street which is a whole new can of worms - kids screaming, people shouting to people in thier homes, horns honking, the works! 

There is a popular sitcom here called ''Aquí No Hay Quien Vive'' which means 'No one could live here' and it is always making fun of this exact type of living situation - where your neighbors know all your business.  Who had a fight with who last night, who bought what at the grocery store, who bought new undies, etc. 
With only a few months in this apartment, I feel we would make good supporting actors for the show!

Muxu from me and all my neighbors!
Amanda

Staycation

I think this word - staycation - became popular at the beginning of the reccession when people still wanted to take a vacation but didn't want to fork over all the cash and instead started becoming interested in seeing the beautiful sights in thier area so as to not spend so much but still have a great time away from home.  Joseba and I enjoyed a lovely staycation this weekend in the neighboring county of Bizkaia.  While most people know this county for its biggest city - Bilbao - we were lucky enough to spend time along the coast in the little pueblos and in the countryside.

For a wedding present, Joseba's brother and our sister-in-law bought us a weekend getaway at an agroturismo called Lurdeia.  Agroturism is a movement that seems to be catching on and is quite popular here in Basque Country.  It is a niche type of tourism that brings the visitor to a country home - be it a farm, ranch, etc - where they sleep and get to take part in the country life.  Lurdeia, in Basque is a compound of the word Earth (lur) and call (deia), so this amazing farmhouse literally means 'called by the Earth', and during our stay we did feel the beauty of nature in many forms.  After spending the afternoon at a gorgeous beach nestled next to a rugged cliff on the Bizkaian coast, we traversed the winding roads up to the place for our first glance.  As soon as we saw it, we were astounded.  The house is incredible - all stone with dark wood accents and flowers spilling over the balconies and out of the window-boxes.

With a max occupany of 16 and a 'no children under 12 allowed', Lurdeia claims to 'sell tranquility' and that they do.  The typically Basque farmhouse style was the most well-kept I have ever seen, and the oh-so-ubiquitous purple blooms put the extra touch of warmth on the house.  Through the entrance we were in awe at the beauty of the wood that made up the lobby, dining area and lounge.  The stones and wood were accompanied by Basque handicrafts and hand-sewn doilie-like curtains. We were shown our room on the 3rd floor and learned that each room in the house has a name and that ours was named Eguzki, which means sun in Basque.  Being the top floor of the house, our room had skylights and those two arched windows you see in the photo which let in massive amounts of the rising sun.  In Spanish there is a phrase they use a lot that says 'cambio del chip', meaning 'change of the chip/mentality' and that's what we did as soon as we entered the room.  From the first week back at work, daily house tasks and errands, we 'cambiamos el chip' to complete relax.  From the agroturism's website, here is a link of our room. 

The agroturism isn't only a bed and breakfast type hotel, but also has a large garden on the grounds.  As guests we were able to request whatever we wanted from the garden to use for cooking meals.  Being completely organic and straight from the garden, our salad of crisp lettuce, big juicy tomatoes, sweet red onions and some store-bought Tuna was delectable that evening.

The next morning the breakfast that was served was equally delicious.  Dressed up in local Basque dress, the workers served us tasty ham with thier own cherry tomatoes, a vanilla pudding from a local artesin bakery, homemade coffee cake and fresh bread with butter and organic jam along with coffee and just-squeezed orange juice.  From the window we were able to enjoy the scenic view and see the fishing town of Bermeo below.

Seeing as good weather was predicted for Saturday but not Sunday, we tried to take advantage of the forecast and do the outdoorsy stuff right off the bat.  We jumped in the car and headed to Gernika (Guernica in Spanish) to the Fiesta de Conejo y Sidra (Rabbit and Basque Cider Celebration).  Although we got there at 11:45am they were offered a plate of rabbit meat along with all-you-can-drink cider.  However we did manage to stop by a liquor booth at the market and try blackberry liquor, creme liquor and patxaran.  This last liquor is unique to Basque Country and is made with and named after the plum-like berry called Baso Aran in Basque.  With a 25-30% alcohol content it is incredibly strong and in the middle ages was originally used as a remedy for digestive problems.  By the 14th century it was being used by Queen Blanca I of Navarre to cure any and all illnesses and as a festive beverage.  Now served as an after-dinner drink at many Basque tables, it only gained popularity in the rest of Spain in the 1950s.  Too strong for my liking, I tried it anyways and felt like I threw gas down my throat, but the salesman was so charming I couldn't say no.  When he offered us the café liquor, he somehow mentioned the Spanish saying 'If you were a coffee machine, I'd love to drink your coffee' which got a chuckle from me.

We left with some Basque sheep cheese (it is inevitable that we buy this at almost every open air market) and a Basque cake without even trying the rabbit, which was the whole point of coming, and set off to the Santimamiñe Caves a few minutes away.  Named the most important caves in Basque Country, archeologists have found evidence of human life in them from 14,000 years ago.  Discovered in 1918 by some local boys running around in the hilly area, the kids found the entrance and dared to go in over 200 feet into the cave until they saw ancient cave paintings, got scared and left running down to thier village to tell about thier find.  Soon after an excavation team too to the cave with pick axes and chisels and catologued 40,000 items which told about the lives of the early inhabitants.  Only until about a decade ago did the Basque Government shut down the major part of the cave to the public to start a reevaluation project to look further into the prehistoric activity in the cave.  However, when Joseba was young he took a class trip to the caves and was able to walk the whole thing - getting glimpses of paintings ('moving' horses, bulls, goats), seeing the stalactites and venturing as far as the boys in 1918 did.  On our visit we were only able to take a few steps into the cave and admire a bit of excavation work but were treated with a 3D experience as if we were walking in the cave.  With steep ladders and massive interior caves we even the sound effects of your boots crunching the thousand-year-old rocks.

The small port village of Elantxobe was next on our good weather day.  Founded in 1520 the location was selected for being protected by the harsh north winds and its small inlet that seemed great for a port.  While it has a good coastal locale, the steep hills make this town more vertical than any I'd ever seen.  Houses built at such angles that it seems they should just tumble down the cobblestone road that isnt even big enough for a car.  At the entry of the village is a one-lane road that both incoming and outgoing traffic use.  The entrance is so small that the buses that come each hour have to stop on a rotating part of the cement that turns them in a 180º to leave!  A completely pedestrian city, Elantxobe only has 439 actual residents but all the charm in the world.  Once a successful fishing village it was also known for its whale hunting skills.  With a man designated to sit watch for coming whales, he would sound a whistle to the village far below and they would quickly man thier rowboats to paddle out and make the kill.  With whale hunting illegalized and fishing not so popular, Elantxobe has turned into one of the gems of the Bizkaian coast of an enchanting step in history.

Another special coastal spot is the fishing town of Bermeo, about 20 minutes West.  For a Saturday afternoon, we expected the street to be packed with lively fisherman drinking Basque white wine and eating pintxos like no tomorrow, but it seemed more like a ghost town.  We passed a few people here and there and I tried to pick up on thier Euskera, but Joseba told me that their dialect is sooo different from what I am learning that it is quite difficult.  It would be the equivalent I guess of Texas cowboy speaking with a British monarch - different pronunciations, weird spellings, even different sounds!  And, while I normally love the hustle and bustle of the crowded Basque streets the absense of rowdy men did allow us to test out a new skill - panoramic photos!

The majority of the rest of the weekend was spent at the agroturism, chatting with the extremely friendly hosts, checking out thier gardens, enjoying the little lake they have and walking the grounds. We spent each nice with a glass of wine on a wooden bench overlooking Bermeo and the sea below through the night sky. Our favorite activity though was, and don't laugh, walking through the grass barefoot.  I honestly cannot remember the last time I did it, and with my feet in the grass made me realize how much I miss it.  It is something you just CAN'T find in a city but something I think we each need.  While we don't live in a skyrise or a super polluted city, it is still always nice to get out once in awhile and 'cambia el chip'.

Muxu!

Amanda

One small step for Amanda, one giant leap for Amandakind

The past few weeks I have been slacking on the blogging but you will be happy to know I am still working on cataloging my happy memories albeit in a different manner.  Never being the craftiest girl, I have always wanted to preserve photos and memories in a scrapbook, but can't seem to dedicate enough time to making a lovely book.  So, I finally caught up with digital photo technology and decided to make a 'photo book'.  

I easily have thousands of photos saved on my computer, but rarely do I look at them.  Just from Paris alone I have 294.  Ridiculous I know.  I imagine Rome is even worse.  But, you get the point - so many lonely photos that never get looked at.  It's not like I'm going to whip out the computer every time someone comes over.  Nor am I going to hold a photo slideshow for my friends one Friday night (although we do share the trip photos at our weekly family dinners).  So, when I finally paid attention to these photo books, I realized its perfect!  I can make a coffee table sort of book that holds my favorite shots of each place.  From 294 photos, believe me, it was hard to widdle down to about 6 snaps of the City of Love, but I did it, and I love each and every one for its own reason.

In 1826 when the first actual photograph was 'developed' by a dashing French man, I highly doubt that in the year 2011 people would be 1) taking photos so easily with digital cameras and that 2) they could be printed so quickly and in such an appeasing format (as opposed to the pewter plate he used to produce his image).

As many of you know, I carry my camera with me nearly every day.  Although I have lived here for some time now, I still consider my time here more as an adventure - an exciting journey of sorts.  So, I've been inspiried by the Lao Tzu quote: ''A journey of a thousand miles begins with one step'' to name my books.  I figure each book can go along with a 'step' theme - A Step Back, First Steps, A Giant Leap, etc.  From the frozen lake in Sweden to the black sand of the Tenerife beaches or the narrow cobblestone feet streets of Italy and the stretching pavement of Times Square, my size 5½ feet have treaded over many beautiful places, and finally I will get to have a little photographic retracing of my steps. If you think of a good book title, please let me know!

While they are still in the works, here are two links to books I have been working on if you would like to check them out.  For my first year abroad I have named the book First Steps and my summer in the States I have named A Step Back.  Hope you enjoy!

Muxu!
Amanda 

1 in 6 billion

Hello everyone!  How are you all today?  I am, in fact, fantastic.  Joseba and I just visited the San Telmo Museum, the oldest museum in San Sebastian that just reopened after about 3 years of construction and remodeling.  The museum houses a permanent exhibit about Basque culture and history, which one day I would love to see, but we went for the special exhibition at the moment, called 6 billion others.  I can honestly say it was the best musuem visit I have ever had. 

The project is a collection of videos - 4,500 hours of footage to be exact.  Yann Arthus-Bertrand has dedicated over 5 years of filminga long with his crew to conduct 5,600 interviews of people in 78 different countries.  With conversations in over 50 languages, him and 6 reporters were able to ask the same 40 questions to people all over the world and piece it all together in an amazingly coherent and heart-touching way.  The museum had set up different 'tents' with a video screen in each.  Each tent dealt with two topics that pertained to some of the 40 question interviews.  From the meaning of life, fears, differences, love stories, family, forgiving, leaving one's country, childhood dreams and more, the video presentations were clips of parts of these interviews.  The people - from Sweden to Mexico, from Tunez to Argentina, from China to France were all deadly honest and open while sharing thier deepest feelings and secrets and answering some of the most difficult questions you can think of.  To give you a taste - here are a few questions from the 40 question list:
 - What do you want to hand down to your children?
 - What do you find difficult to say to your children?  Your family?
 - What gives or what gave you the most joy?
 - Are you happy?  How do you define happiness?
 - How do you define love?  Do you think you give and receive enough love?
 - Out of all the days in your life, which could you not do without?
 - What would you not be able to forgive?
 - What does money represent to you? 
 - What for you is the meaning of life?

So, as you read these, I am sure you all each had something come to mind immediatley.  Now the amazing thing with this project is that not only do you hear one answer, but hundreds - from all different and unique people.  What someone in Rwanda wants to hand down to thier children is completely not on the same page as something someone from Ireland does.  Or how a Chinese woman defines love isn't so similar to how a Spanish man does.  And although we always expect that people across the globe think so so different than us, you would be surprised with how often we give related answers.  First, think of your answer to the question about how you define happiness.  I don't know all of your answers, but I'm guessing it has something to do with a healthy family, maybe success in your line of work, maybe continued learning, maybe being content with yourself,  maybe giving and receiving of love - a multitude of topics no?  Well, throughout the videos, those were very prominent themes, but then you come across some that kind of slap you in the face - a woman from Madagascar who said that for her happiness is water, and when it is in her life, she feels joy because it grows the crops and helps feed her family; or a man from Morroco saying that to him happiness is buying a new cow; and a chipper Chinese cook who said making delicious food is what makes him happy because it is his job in life.  Would you have expected those responses?  Probably not.  But then, you take a step back and see how happiness could be measured in a different person's life - because in the in end, our 1 answer was only 1 of the 6 billion people in the world's thought.

We spent over 4 hours in the exhibit, which in the end has 11 hours of video to see.  So although we didn't see even half of it, what we DID manage to watch was moving.  When we first arrived we headed to the Love Stories tent.  Being a crybaby to start, hearing love stories from all over the world of course started up the water works.  The pureness of love is universal.  From the Egyptian woman explaining the person she used to loved was someone she saw in the village every day and for years they only shared smiles and from that her love grew; or the Chinese woman sharing how as a matchmaker, she spent a lot of time looking for a wife for one of her clients when in the end he told her it was her that he was in love with; or the Australian lawyer lady who told us that one day in court she went up against an attractive defense attorney but figured he was married, when to her good luck, he had taken note of her too and called her office after the hearing to ask her on a date and now they are happily married.  With these stories, our hearts swell, and for me a few tears come too.  But then, there were sprinkled far and few between some stories that show people's lack of love:  an Italian stone-faced woman who said that her husband passed and took the sun with him and that she no longer has love in her life, only had; or the Romanian woman who said she merely married her husband to escape poverty and never loved him nor her second husband; or the Japanese woman who said that as soon as she had children she dedicated all her energy to them and now doesn't feel love for her partner, just her children.  Love works in mysterious ways it seems all over the globe. 


The themed tents went along like that - some stories ringing a bell to you, some touching your soul and letting a tear drop, some that you couldn't even empathize or relate to in any sense and some that make you raise your eyebrows in shock.  The project was created to promote living in harmony - because although yes we all live in different countries ruled by different administrative systems with wars, poverty and climate change, we are all somehow involved and should act together.  We may be different, but not as much as you would think.  Although American, and although I could easily understand the featured Americans opinions on racism, family life, early childhood memories and such, I most identified with people from different countries.  My heart swelled for the Hungarian (I think) woman who has spent the majority of her life in another country and although she is fully accepted into the society and has lovely friends, still is sometimes reminded that she is, in fact, an outsider.  Or the man from Burkina Faso who tells how he met the love of his life and that he tried to impress her by climbing a tall tall tree to grab her the prettiest flower of all and in the process fell and had to go to the hospital, but that it was all worth it because she came too.  Or the French woman who was the sole survivor in a plane crash who said after that ordeal was incapable for feeling joy for many years, and that only recently with the birth of her child was she able to regain that feeling again.  But the one story that immediatley and still brings tears to my eyes is one of an Argentinian girl talking about a day in her life that she could not possibly live without - and that was a day that her and her grandmother sat on her front porch and she taught her how to crochet.  I myself have some priceless moments with my Grammy - and would consider them among some of the days in my life I couldn't do without.  Tears just writing it. 


I honestly don't want to sound like a promoter for this exhibit but I tell you it is amazing.  I have posted some Youtube links if you want to see the footage on some of the themes.  The interviews are shown in thier original language, and here were shown with Basque and Spanish subtitles, but for you I'll let you have them with English subtitles ;)  haha.  I hope hope hope you enjoy them, and take a moment to think about your own answers.  They are questions we don't ask ourselves very often, and the fact of seeing some of these people answer so candidly makes you evaluate your life from a bit of a different perspective.  And watching them, I make a full disclaimer that 1) I probably remembered countries wrong when I just shared some stories above with you and 2) you MIGHT cry.  

Happiness   Love Stories   The Meaning of Life   Fears 

And, if you feel moved enough, you can participate as well wtih your own answers to the questionarre at this website:  http://www.6billionothers.org/index.php  Here you can learn more about the project too.  The next stop for exhibition is Russia, but I hope that one day it passes through your town - wherever you may be - and you get the chance to see the world through someone else's eyes.  

Muxu!

Amanda