High Jinks: noun, Informal. boisterous celebration or merrymaking; unrestrained fun... Greetings from across the pond! This is my first ever blog chronicling my travels throughout Ireland and Europe. I'll add more sections as the days progress, but for now, bain sult as!
Sunday, April 22, 2012
Greece Road Trip: Day 1
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Israel for Passover
Monday, April 16, 2012
Gabi and Brie's Wedding Weekend
Friday, April 13, 2012
IES Trip to Kerry
Thursday, April 12, 2012
London
When I got to the apartment I discovered that the doorbell was broken and no one was picking up their phones. I wound up standing outside for about another 20 minutes, yelling up to the windows “Jacob Goldstein,” who was in there, hoping someone would answer. I got a little desperate and decided to do something douchey and rang another person’s doorbell. By this time it was 1:30 AM and a man opened the door. He asked me where I was staying, then in a calm, reserved, though clearly agitated way expressed that I had woken up his three and five year olds and that it was completely inappropriate to ring doorbells at that time of the day. Then he asked me where I was staying and then asked me for my name. I asked why he needed to know it and he said that he was going to report this to the university. I wouldn’t give him my name because I wasn’t in the mood to be told on, and being tired and stressed, walked right passed him and up the stairs while calling back “good night” over my shoulder and that I was sorry for disturbing him. I did feel bad, but when you're standing outside after traveling all day and have to go to the bathroom you sometimes need to do things like ring doorbells at ungodly hours. I saw a few Wash U students on the way up the stairs and then Jacob who greeted me. I went to sleep shortly after.
The next day I went with Jacob and Andie (the girl we were staying with) to the British Museum. I’d been anticipating visiting this place for a long time since I learned about the Elgin Marbles. The museum itself is very beautifully made. The artifacts inside are a compilation of all the things the British stole over the centuries from the countries they dominated. I walked into one room and immediately see the Rosetta Stone surrounded by a throng of people. They have quite the impressive collection of Egyptian artifacts and mummies. But the best part for me of course was seeing the Elgin Marbles.
I learned in an Art History class last year about the dispute between Greece and Britain concerning the marbles. Now that Athens has the glorious Acropolis Museum, they want their marble back, but Britain refuses to give it back, and they sum up their reason on a kid-friendly plaque outside the Parthenon room:
As a side note, it's interesting to be writing this post as I sit in a hostel in Athens having just seen the Parthenon and the outside of the Acropolis Museum. Britain should give those marbles back. They belong here. We walked around for a little longer and saw some other pretty amazing things, then left feeling satisfied. Andie left and Jacob and I got lunch at a pizza place. Then, not quite knowing how to see London in a day and a half took the sightseeing bus tour around the city. It was a good tour with a solid tour guide. We got off the bus in front of Buckingham Palace and tried getting into the Queen's art gallery exhibit. But as we stood in line an old man who worked for the gallery walked right up to us and told us that it wasn't worth the money because it's just pictures for the time being, not paintings. We thought it was pretty funny that one of the docents would tell customers that the exhibit wasn't worth it, and it reminded me of that scene in Phantom of the Megaplex with Movie Mason (start clip at 1:00).
We continued to go around the city and ended up at the National Gallery. This museum was great and I got to see many more pieces of art. Then we embarked on the greatest part of the trip. I hadn't eaten meat for about two and a half months at this point, so we researched a kosher restaurant in Golder's Green and took a subway for about a half hour and got there. To our happy surprise, Golder's Green happened to be a street that was all kosher restaurants. I was jovial. We bought a big hamburger for an appetizer, then went two restaurants down and I got matzah ball soup and a schnitzel sandwich. After that we went to a market and bought some cold cuts, and since Purim was around the corner I bought a lot of hamentaschen. It was fantastic and was really the icing on the cake for this Spain/London adventure. We were pretty tired by that point and to my recollection went back to Andie's for the night.
The next day we took the subway and Jacob bought a theater ticket to see Ghost. It was hilarious listening to him order the ticket, because his love for theater comes through like an excited little boy at a toy store. After that we got a tour of the Globe Theater, Westminster Abbey and Parliament. Can two people be more touristy? My flight back to Dublin was fast approaching and after Parliament we went back to the apartment to get my stuff. I said goodbye to Jacob and went back to the airport and flew home with Devon. Thus I have finally finished chronicling Spain and London more than a month after the fact. Hopefully my memory served me well.
Sunday, April 8, 2012
Spain Part IV: Madrid
With our wine we played a big game of Kings for over an hour and then everyone was planning on going to the big club El Capital. Because I had no time in Madrid and wanted to see as much as possible I left them at the club and went back to the hostel with the plan of waking up at 9:00 AM. In the spirit of religious processionals carrying over from Seville, as I walked back to the hostel I saw the longest line of people I’ve ever seen waiting to get into a church. The story behind this is that once a year this church lowers a statue of Jesus from the ceiling and if you touch the statue’s foot and make a wish it will come true. People stand in line up to three weeks prior to this event so that they can get their wish. When I saw them, it was three in the morning and people ages 8 to 80 were waiting in line. That takes some good faith.
I adhered to my plan and woke up at 9 the next morning. As my alarm rang, people were sill getting back from the night. I walked around for a bit until Evan woke up and then we went to the Reina Sofia. I wanted to go here to see Picasso’s Guernica, and we walked around the museum searching for it. I didn’t realize how large it was, but it spanned such a distance that an entire large room was devoted to it. It is quite an amazing painting. The museum included many other famous works of art and has a pretty great collection of Dali’s.
After this we stood in line at the Prado museum. This was my favorite. There are so many awesome pieces of art here that it is overwhelming. Among the many, I got to see Velazquez’s Las Meninas, Titian’s Bacchanal, and then my favorite, Bosch’s The Garden of Earthly Delights. It was hard to believe that all these paintings were in the same museum, but it was quite awesome.
After the museum we met with my friend Jessie Lurie for a little bit and went to the major park next to the Prado.
She showed us around and soon enough we had to get our stuff and get to the airport. As I said, Madrid was short lived but I’m glad I got to see some of the highlights. We got on the plane and took off toward London.
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Spain Part III: Granada
The whole group reconvened (Kassey and Ryan stayed longer in Barcelona) and we explored. Blake gave us some suggestions on places to go, which included a neighborhood painted over by a graffiti artist, the Alhambra, and a really cool hillside above Albayzin populated by people who live in caves without electricity or running water. We wound up going to all those places.
The graffiti neighborhood was pretty cool, and after walking around the city for about 3 hours, Evan and I decided to go see the Alhambra.
This building is quite magnificent, partly because it's been influenced imposingly by Muslim and Christian cultures when they ruled during separate times. There was also an M.C. Escher exhibit there, and I was able to see the originals of some of his most famous works, including the hands drawing each other. You can spend all day touring the compound, but we only went to the main parts, which were really incredible, as were the views of Granada surrounding the palace.
On the way home I saw this piece of graffiti, and I found it so striking that I remember it even a month later as I write this post:
That night we met with one of Evan's high school friends who was very nice and showed us a great time. We wound up going to the same tapas bar every night in Granada called Poe. Poe was established 9 years ago by an Englishman named Matt who was a former teacher in need of a scene change. He says that owning the tapas bar has been his most enjoyable occupation. I was amazed by his prices. For 1.80 euro you can get a full mug of beer along with a tapas of your choice. The tapas selections were all incredible, especially the salt cod, of which I could not get enough. The nights we were there were very fun. The most memorable place was a club that served free drinks until midnight, then opened up into a big dance party. Before many people were there, we watched one of the girls there dancing with a guy who looked like a cross between Andy Sandberg and Napoleon Dynamite. Her dance moves kept increasing more intensely until the entire club stopped dancing and instead stood and stared at these two people outdoing everyone else. I had never seen an entire club stop for one couple, but there it was.
The next day we walked around the modern part of the the city and saw the church Isabella and Ferdinand commissioned for their burial. These anti-Semites built quite the church for themselves.
That night Evan and I walked to the top of the village of cave people Blake told us to see. These people did live in caves, but civilized caves with doors and furniture. We had to walk up a lot of stairs, but it was well worth it. The view from the top was exquisite, and while there we watched the sun set. Romantic, myes.
This preceded what turned out to be one of the most absurd nights of my life. Everyone else went on to Madrid, but Evan and I stayed an extra day in Granada. We went back to Poe to see Matt and to say goodbye to the salt cod one last time. Then we made our way to the bus station. We were told that we would be able to get a ticket easily since the bus wouldn't be crowded, but the advice was very wrong. The 12:30 bus was sold out, as was the 1:30 and the 4:00. The next bus leaving was at 11:00 and I was shocked and in disbelief. Mind you that this bus station was also in a sketchy area of town and far from the city center and we didn't want to spend the money going back.
When we found out that our bus was at 11:00, I had two thoughts: 1) I was letting down my friend Jessie Fleeman who was in Madrid and pushed her bus back to Salamanca so she could see me, and 2) I realized that I had to sleep in a fucking bus station. At these two thoughts I walked away from Evan in a fury and went to the bathroom to get ready for bed...and by bed I mean floor. In the bathroom, as I was taking out my contacts, Evan walked in.
Evan: Listen, at least I remembered to print out all of my boarding passes before Spain.
(Before Spain I neglected to print out my boarding passes, and a theme running through this trip was where could I find a printer to get my next pass)
Me: Why are you saying that now? That's unncessary.
Evan: Because, Dude, you're all mad at me now. It's not my fault.
Me: I'm not mad out you, I'm mad at the situation.
Having taken out my contacts I then left the bathroom and sat down in one of the seats next to a homeless man. After a minute Evan walked over.
Evan: Is this seat taken?
Me: No. Listen, I'm not mad at you, I'm mad at the situation. You need to let me be angry for at least 5 minutes. This situation sucks.
Evan: It could be worse. I mean, sometimes a bird takes a dump on your head, but it could be an elephant...
Me: What?! Dude, just let me scream into the canyon, okay?
Evan: You can scream into the canyon, but not if you're mad at the friend.
I really wasn't angry with him, which clearly wasn't getting across, and as you can see this conversation was useless and absurd. We took this picture immediately after so we could remember the moment. We weren't posing for this, we were just legitimately upset.
Thus began our night in the bus station. It cleared out soon and we found a space on the ground and fell asleep. I woke up an hour later--cold, vulnerable, scared--to find a homeless man sleeping right next to me. I looked over at Evan who was awake, and we both burst out laughing.
A few hours later Evan went to the bathroom and when he got back said he stood next to a different homeless man and stared at a pile of cardboard boxes drooling over how warm they looked. Eventually we went into the cafeteria after it opened for breakfast and fell asleep crouched over a table. When I woke up I found myself surrounded by a throng of bus-riders chatting away at the tables. I felt gross and groggy, but eventually 11:00 came around and we got on our bus. I made sure I was the first to step on the bus and I had never been more grateful to enter one. 10 hours after we were supposed to leave Granada we finally left.
We made our way to Madrid, our final stop in Spain, where we now had 18 hours to spend before our next flight.
Spain Part II: Seville
We walked down the street, were stopped by a group of gypsies who tried selling us spice stems for 5 euros after reading our palms, at which time I said no thanks, and then found a place to eat lunch. A terrifying street performer was there, dressed like a baby in the stroller, squeaking at people on the street. It was like something out of Bill and Ted’s Bogus Journey.
After lunch we found our hostel, and I napped on the wonderful rooftop terrace. We then walked around and found the river, which is like another piece of paradise. All along it people sit by and eat, drink and hang out. This goes on all day, especially during siesta time. It was so ideal. That night we decided to make dinner for ourselves, so we found the only store open with food. It was run by a few tired looking Asian people and most of the food was coated over with dust. We had no choice really so we bought what we could including some rotting vegetables and went back to the hostel. We made rice with vegetables. I met some very interesting people that night. My favorite was a British guy who was a writer. He told me his story while I sauteed the non-rotten parts of the vegetables. He was writing a book on his experiences learning how to dance in South America. Being an uptight Englishman in his youth, he wanted to test out what would happen if he spent a significant amount of time learning how the Latinos move, so he lived down in the southern hemisphere for 9 months. He learned many of the different forms of dances, and he coined this as his "research." He said that his least favorite dance style was the flamenco. The way he put it, "the bloke shimmies a bit, the lady twirls, and every time I'm just like, 'Oh fuck off.'" I liked this guy immediately.
The next day was awesome. Evan and I rented bikes from a local store and roamed around the Seville for four hours. We visited some of the major tourist sights, including the awesome Plaza de Espana, an archaeological museum, and then zipped around the narrow streets and alleys.
Earlier that day I met an Australian guy in our hostel who was traveling Europe until his money ran out. His name is Billy, a former drug dealer who spent some time in prison and now wants a fresh start. Though I was a little on guard around this guy since everything about him was sketchy, I found him pretty interesting. As it turns out, Billy was the reason for why Seville became so important for my abroad experience. A few years ago he got a tattoo from his friends who used a Play Station motor with a needle, but his tatto was wearing down and he wanted to get it redone. He told me he was going to the tattoo parlor that day, and I asked him if they did ear piercing, which they did. I ended up going with him to the place and got my left ear pierced. I was a little nervous, but the whole thing is painless and te guy doing it was professional and showed me how his utensils were all cleaned beforehand. The room he did it in was lit up with fluorescent lighting, ad he had me sit on a bed one sees in a doctor's office during a checkup. I asked the guy a good amount of questions before he did it, until Billy, who was in the room watching, said that I was just being nervous, so I stopped talking and let the guy do his job. Now there's a little stud in my ear. I left Billy at the place and made my way back home.
That night was very cool. As we were walking to meet up with some of Devon's friends, we were stopped by a very large religious procession walking through the streets. The procession was headed by a choir of children and adults, followed by nine clergymen carrying big candles on top of large poles, followed by a few more wafting incense, followed by about ten men carrying a solid gold platform supporting a very large statue of Jesus carrying the cross. The way they walked reminded me a lot of the workers in the opening scene of Metropolis on their way to work (Start the video at 1:30 on youtube, then rent the movie because it's awesome). The Jesus was surrounded by flowers. Behind the procession there were easily over 500 people following. The whole thing was beautiful. These people were going from church to church in honor of the day commemorating St. Lucia. It was a very legit cultural experience, and sadly I did not have a camera with me.
We did not want to leave Seville, especially Evan, who just wanted to know at all times where the Rio was. The next day we hopped a bus to Granada.