Our Iberian Roads

June 21  One snag in trying to keep a travel blog is that we don’t usually sit down an write while traveling. We are out exploring - visiting museums or churches or graveyards or strolling new streets and people watching. So - now we are on a train to Bilbao, and now is a good time to catch up with a little writing, recounting our adventures in the last two cities where we have stayed - Madrid and Barcelona.  We left Madrid on Sunday, June 16, on a late morning train. Our apartment was small but wonderfully situated, right up the hill from the Botanical Gardens and the Prado. Our neighborhood was at the edge of the so-called Literary District, a section of town where Spanish literature greats such as Lopez de Vega and Cervantes had lived. It was a section with many small bars and restaurants and a few bookstores. The street pavements were punctuated occasionally with quotes from Spanish literary greats.  First impressions of Barcelona were not great, because our first ramble was on La

  The morning is quiet from where we are staying. (It's the door right next to the Hotel Mexico.)  Last night, we walked up the street to our lodging and saw a large, lively party across the street. But we heard nothing once we were inside. The place is nice and quiet, except for workmen doing projects in the afternoon in a neighboring apartment. Our big event yesterday was going through the Prado, floor by floor. Of course, we saw many beautiful artworks. Interesting to see the the ful Garden of Earthly delights triptych. Evidently, Phillip II was deeply moved by the religious message of Hieronymus Bosch (1450-1516), and so collected several pieces by the Dutch painter. (Interesting to think about the less obvious meanings of Bosch's work. It's been conjectured that the work contains strong nationalist content, and that Bosch's work expresses some desire for expiation because he was accepting large commissions from the Hapsburgs, betraying the memory of Charles the Bol

  We happen upon a lovely little spot in the literary quarter on our first night. Feels magical. Who needs a menu. It’s just what’s fresh. We’re very excited about being in Madrid.  Quiet place. Dog sleeping under barstool. Soft, soft, piano, jazz playing, while slow passersby  by wander through the streets. 

  We are on the road to Spain, traveling through rural Portugal. Fig trees. Sandy Brown Fields . Small clusters houses. political advertisements for the election that was held about week ago.  We will be passing through the Spanish region known as the Extremadura. Until this trip, I thought the term referred to climate conditions, but actor refers to historical events. It was the last section of Spain still controlled by the Muslims, as the Spanish monarchs pursued their century-long process of the Reconquista.

Our experience at Dulles today has been remarkable because of what is lacking – long lines at the security check, long lines at the baggage check, long lines. I think the difference is that we are leaving on a Sunday evening. It is more quiet and less rushed. Something to remember.  (es) 

  In less than three days, Margaret & I will be flying to Portugal. I decided to start this blog before we leave, setting it up here in the USA - rather than taking time away from gallivanting and wandering to set up the blog.  Our route from June 10 to July 10 is fairly clear, although any travel planner must acknowledge that plans change. We fly into Lisbon first. We'll be attending a wedding in  Cascais , a small city not far from Lisbon.  We'll be in Cascais until June 13, when we take a train to  Madrid . After a few days there, we'll be taking trains to  Barcelona . The following week, we'll travel to  Bilbao , again by train. In Bilbao, we'll be renting a car and drive through mountains and ocean-side roads to the Atlantic Coast, staying a night in  Fisterra  before we return the car in  Santiago de Compostela . We'll take some sort of public transit to Portugal. We have a couple of nights in Guimares, a small city that is known as the "birthplac