Augusto Emerita circa 1 AD

Susan and I spent the San Jose puente in Merida, a small town in Extremadura near the Spain/Portugal border. We marveled at roman ruins, ate way too much rich food, and enjoyed greek yogurt gelato. And it barely even rained--lucky us!

Check out the stork on the roof. They were everywhere and reminded me of the blue herons back home.

Plaza de Toros.

Susan makes a great bullfighter.

Standing in the entrance to the amphitheater. It was sprinkling a little.

Temple of Diana cat.

Me, being Diana for the Temple of Diana.

Huh... Someone doesn't like tourists.

The theater. Amazing reconstruction from original pieces.

The amphitheater was way cool too.

Roman ruins aren't as interesting when you're little.

Mosaic floor.

Roman oven foundation.

Burning myself on the oven. I also have a picture of me sticking my head in the oven like Sylvia Plath and another with me baking bread (with actual baguette that I was carrying around for a snack). Surprisingly, this one was the most flattering.

The foundation of the bath house. The arches would have held up the floor and let hot air circulate beneath the floor.

The original painted walls of a roman house. I was amazed at how long the paint lasted. I wonder what they used for red and orange--usually that's the first range of colors to fade and blue is the last.

The theater at night.

We stumbled upon a balloon release symbolizing the 1000 reasons why not to have an abortion. It was a cool idea (though I'm more pro-choice than not) but I couldn't get past the ecological implications. I wanted to shout at them about all the creatures that would choke and die from ingesting the balloons once they fall back to earth.

Each balloon had a note attached written by a child saying their favorite parts of being alive.

Letting the balloons go.

Watching balloons fly away.

Breakfast each morning was a nepolitana chocolate and zumo naranja natural. Yum.

This restaurant was so good we went there twice. It's a bull-fighting enthusiast bar and the tap is shaped like a bull head. So classy.

The bus ride was gorgeous: stormy clouds and fields of clover.

Bodega Osborne (sherry maker) has these billboards up all over Spain. They're my favorite part about taking the bus.

Jerez de la Fronterra

Susan and i traveled to Jerez for a long weekend in February. There was a flamenco festival going on and the streets were filled with beautiful dancers and gorgeous musicians. I rediscovered a love of flamenco through the incredible rhythms produced by these musicians and their dancer friends. Holy cow. And the audiences like to clap in triplets. The city itself was so beautiful that I was kicking myself constantly for forgetting my camera. Ug. But Susan generously let me steal her pictures after the fact. So this is Jerez through the eyes of Susan.

One of our good friends has a family apartment in Puerto Santa Maria, a short train-ride from Jerez. We stopped by for the day and enjoyed some yummy food. This is Susan eating "langrimas de pollo" or "chicken tears." I don't know how they made the chicken cry, but it sure tasted good. And our waiter looked like Tony Danza and flirted quite enthusiastically with Susan. You go girl!

Susan and I played cards constantly this trip. We'd stop somewhere for a drink and play some gin or table rummy. I didn't realize how much I missed cards and we're both rather competitive so it was intense.

Susan and I went on a tour of the sherry bodega, Gonzalez-Byass (also known as Tio Pepe's bodega). It is the most famous sherry producer in the world and the tour came with four different kinds of sherry to taste (including one full bottle to share). Yummy.

Susan and I were very happy.

One of the cellars is full of special vintages where the barrels are signed by celebrities from around the world. Picasso next to Speilberg? Some of the neighbors were quite ironic.

Aunt Jamie becomes Tio Pepe.

Aunt Susan becomes Tia Pepe too!

Sigh... I love salad.

For those of you who've read Like Water For Chocolate, a mexican novel full of recipes and romance, this is quail legs stuffed with rose petals in a rose petal sauce. In the book, the sister of the cook eats the meal and becomes so fire-y hot with love and desire that her body sets the shower house on fire and she runs away with a revolutionary general. The effect wasn't quite the same with me, but it was still incredibly delicious. (Blogger is being weird and won't let me get rid of the underline--even looking at the code I can't figure out how it's happening.)

Susan, checking out the flamenco festival schedule. We saw some amazing flamenco. The flamenco ballet was incredible. We also met a very interesting lady, Cristina, at this restaurant. She approached us asking if we were dancers. Yes, that's right, I've been mistaken for a flamenco dancer. My life is complete. She teaches flamenco in Minneapolis and we ended up running into her all over town. Eventually we gave in and had dinner together with one of her friends--entirely delightful. I love meeting new people.

Avacado, mango, and shrimp salad; lomo (cured pork tenderloin), and tuna cooked in sherry and garlic. YUM. Jerez has amazing food. One night we were the only customers in a cute little bar and the waiter kept surprising us, "sopresas, sopresas" and "una cosita mas." We were in total bliss. The meal ended with Pedro Ximenez sherry chupitos topped with whipped cream--and the entire experience wasn't even that expensive. We went back with Cristina and her friend a few nights later and experienced our first tastes of clotted blood and tripe (more sopresas). They were suprisingly delicious--cooked in sherry of course--and it made me happy that the entire animal was being used. The spanish truly know how to party.

A Few More Beginnings...

The other weekend I went to Jerez and watched some amazing flamenco. This is the third layer of my second flamenco painting. The other one is still struggling--this one has more potential.

Arco Weekend

I had the pleasure of visiting Arco last weekend. Arco is a prestigious world-wide gallery tradeshow. It's a little overwhelming and there weren't too many peices that I fell in love with, but here are a few that caught my camera's eye. I especially loved the Asian artists. Their melding of old and new was so diverse and entertaining.

Ma 'Hood

I love that color. I finally captured it on "film" this weekend. Happy day!

C/San Bernardo.

C/Acuerdo.

C/Gran Via.

Hotel Emperador--the place I stayed my first week here.

Plza. Espana.

Near Plza. Espana.

This fall's success. Lovely Emilia sat for the eyes, a photograph of Kent was my inspiration.

Not finished, but a decent start. I always say, "If a girl wants flowers, she better get them herself." Inspired by a trip to the Thyssen, an argument about modern art with some friends, and watching the BBC program "The Impressionists". It was a busy weekend.

Just A Passing Moment Gone

And all I want to do is turn around.