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Sunday, 28 October 2012

Meandering About Madrid

       It was late at night when Nataliya and I arrived in Madrid. We retrieved our bags and headed for the airport bus. In some ways, the darkness of the late hour made our entrance to the capitol of Spain even more impressive. The sky was dark, but everything else was lit up. 


      As we drove toward the Puerta de Alcala, it looked as though the bus was going to drive right through the massive gateway. But the street curved into a roundabout and we circled the plaza. The former gateway into the city is formed of granite, and it looks spectacular when lit up at night. But if the gateway was impressive, our bus’s destination would leave us even more impressed. 


      We got off the bus at Plaza de Cibeles. In the center of the square is the iconic fountain crowned with a statue of the Roman goddess Cybele, seated in a chariot pulled by lions. We would meet her husband, Saturn, the next evening. For the time being, we were pleased to have the goddess welcome us to Madrid. 

Plaza De Cibeles      

      Beyond the statue, on the other side of the square, the Palacio de Comunicaciones and City Hall were lit up like fireflies—the illuminated clock tower told us it was nearly midnight. We lingered for some moments, taking in the lively sights as they only looked at night. Then, we extended our suitcase handles, pulled them behind like dogs on leashes, and headed down the road toward Puerta del Sol.

Sun Shines at Night

      Puerta del Sol or “Gateway to the Sun” was still alive with energy even at the late hour when we arrived. The people here appeared to be more locals than tourists, with cafes and shops and the metro stop under a mirrored glass that looked like a silver moon on the cobblestone.  Ten streets extend from Puerta del Sol, making it a little more confusing than expected to find our Hotel Santandar, which was off one of the ten streets. We asked the policemen who stood guard in the square (more half-moon shape than square) and they were happy to offer directions.


      “Look for big lions at the Congreso de los Diputados. Same street.”


      By the time we found the afore-mentioned lions at the home to Spain’s parliament, we had gone too far. But it only took minutes to turn back and find the big “Hotel Santandar” sign. We went to the unmarked door below the sign to find it locked. It was after midnight.


      “What if they’re closed for the night,” Nataliya asked.


      “I told them we were arriving late,” I said.


      Both a little worried about spending the night leaning against a monument, we looked around for another, better marked door; turns out that the sign was only that—a sign. The actual hotel (and another well-lit sign) was just around the corner on the nearest side street. And there, we were warmly greeted in the historic building—a lobby filled with carved wood and marble and statuary—by a desk clerk who was expecting us. 

Home in Madrid

      Hotel Santandar is by no means a posh, luxury hotel, but it was much better than the typical cookie-cutter chain hotel. Family owned since the 1920s, it is located in a historic building of the same era. Other reviewers have mentioned that, being near the square, it can be noisy at night. But our room was located above a quiet alley and we never once heard a peep from outside—even with the windows open. Our room had a western-style bed (not two twins pushed together as we remembered from non-chain hotels in London, Paris, Prague, St. Petersburg, and Moscow). The furniture was either antique or wonderfully reproduced – heavy wood and stately in style. The large desk would have made a good place for writing, had it not been covered by our notes and guide books, tickets and maps. The ceilings were a good fifteen feet high, but not too far away to miss the details: a decorative centerpiece framed by plaster molding. The bath included an extra-long soaking tub (good after a long day of street and museum walking) with a European-style shower handle that could be plugged in up top or handheld. There was even a bidet. 


      During our days at the hotel, we encountered four friendly desk clerks. The one we spoke with most often happened to be from Cuba. Interestingly enough, he had gone to college in Russia and Ukraine, had worked in Mexico, and had recently moved to Madrid. Being from Cuba tied him to three diverse cross-cultures: Cuba, Russia (with the former Soviet connection) and Hispanic countries, like Mexico and Spain.


      When traveling abroad on our own dollar (or Euro as the case may be), we tend to want a local, non-chain hotel that is clean. No whirlpool or king-sized bed is needed—just a place to sleep during the few hours of the night that we’re not out exploring. We were happy to find that Hotel Santandar, located at Echegaray 1, was not just a place to sleep. But when we finally got settled in and showered off well west of Midnight, sleep we did.

Gateway to the Sun

      We rose with the sun for our first full day in Madrid, with breakfast in Puerta del Sol.  Once, there really was a gateway here, but it was destroyed in 1570. This square is also where the massacre took place in 1808, when locals were attacked by Napoleon’s forces. These days, the Gateway to the Sun comes closer to living up to its name. The atmosphere is pleasant, the energy positive. There are peaceful demonstrations, but it is mostly a square of meeting and greeting, where locals come together.


      I’ve already mentioned the modern glass train station entry. The square is also famous for the bronze statue of a bear eating from a strawberry tree—often used as a symbol for Madrid. At the center of the square is a statue of Carol III astride his horse. And the building where the helpful policemen are on guard 24 hours a day, with its iconic clock tower, is home to the regional government. In past eras, it has been everything from a post office to headquarters for Ministry of the Interior.


Puerta Del Sol      Although we avoid chains, we did enjoy breakfast a few times in Puerta del Sol at the “museum of ham,” where they served up juice from Valencia oranges squeezed right in front of you, delicious Spanish coffee with steamed milk, and sandwiches of meat and cheese. Like many places, you actually stand at the bar to eat and drink. Most people in the early morning enjoyed coffee and hot chocolate with churros and sandwiches and juice. But every time we went for breakfast, inevitably there would be at least one gentleman enjoying an a.m. ale with his morning meal.


      Who doesn’t like to sleep in? But when we have limited time in a place like Madrid, we want to be up with the sun, at the Gateway to the Sun, each day. The best time to hit the places where lines get long is in the early morning. The Thyssen-Bornemisza, one of the three great art museums of Madrid, opened at 10. We were there by 9:45.

More than a Hotel Room

      The Museo Thyssen-Bornemisza had a very modern feel to it. The collection was put together by Baron Heinrich Thyssen-Bornemisza and his son, Hans Heinrich. The location is the Villahermosa Palace, from the 18th century. As a sort of history of western art, the paintings and sculptures (more than 1,000) range from Flemish and Italian primitives to 20th century pop art.


One could easily spend a day or two perusing the paintings of this museum. We dedicated a few hours, stopping to linger over the ones that captivated us. Some of the highlights of the Thyssen-Bornemisza include Edward Hopper’s Hotel Room, and Harlequin with a Mirror by Picasso; Women with a Parasol in Garden by Renoir and Swaying Dancer by Degas. Goya, Titian, Gauguin, Rubens, Christus, Van Gough, and Dali are all represented here, along with their contemporaries.

Promenading Paseo del Prado and Proximity

      After a few hours in the Thyssen-Bornemisza, we enjoyed some time in the open air. Right next to the museum is Paseo del Prado, a long park that connects Plaza de Cibeles and Plaza de Canovas del Castillo. The latter of these features a sculpted fountain of Neptune. Just beyond Neptune you can see Madrid’s greatest Museum, the Prado. We would visit the museum more than once during our time in Madrid. But for now, a leisurely stroll along the tree-lined park brought us back to the goddess who had welcomed us into the city the night before.


      We entered the Palacio de Comunicaciones or Palace of Communications where we were able to take a look at the beautiful building from the inside. We climbed to the top for a bird’s eye view of the area.


      After admiring the Palace of Communications and City Hall, we took a look at the Plaza de Espana, where the most recognizable feature is the huge stone obelisk. The Spanish author Cervantes is seated in front of the obelisk, looking as though he is dreaming an impossible dream. In front of Cervantes, just below him, are his most beloved characters: Don Quixote on Rocinante and Sancho Panza on his donkey. 


      Another impressive building was the Metropolis. Glinting in the sunlight, the bronze designs on the huge dome atop the ornate building is a sight not to miss.  And if you’re walking in the city for any amount of time, chances are you won’t miss it.


      For lunch, we had tapas at a cervicera, or a bar-restaurant, where we enjoyed some jamon (ham) sliced right off the pig’s leg, on display atop the bar. This seemed to be common at a number of bars, cafes, and restaurants—ham hocks, hoof and all, decorating bars and tabletops. Along with baguettes and soft goat cheese, we drank house wine and beer. 

Eight Thousand Paintings, Give or Take a Few

      We ended the day in the same mode that opened it: with time well spent in a museum. Museo del Prado is one of Europe’s (and the world’s) largest art museums, with the world’s biggest collection of Spanish paintings. Dominating the museum are the works of Velazquez, Rubens, El Greco, and Goya. (We met two of them before even entering the palace, Goya and Velazques immortalized in statuary.)


      There are said to be more than 8,000 paintings at the Prado. Only about a fifth of them are on display. But that fifth could take days to properly take in.  Unfortunately, we only had hours. 


      El Greco is well represented at the museum. One of the most notable paintings: the Adoration of the Shepherds, a dramatic work with somewhat surreal figures in vivid colors that pop within the dark framework of the picture. The painting was intended for his own funerary chapel. In this painting and most of El Greco’s work, one can see why he is held apart as a unique artist; unlike most of his contemporaries, he uses elongated, somehow ghostly figures who make up with vibrant color contrasts what they lack in proper dimension.  


      There are a great number of paintings by Rubens at the Prado including The Three Graces, one of the last great masterworks by the Flemish painter—originally from his own personal collection. Another interesting depiction is The Birth of the Milky Way in which our galaxy is created with breast milk. Of special interest is the El Bosco (Bosch) painting, The Garden of Delights. The enormous painting shows people falling into their desires, illustrated on three panels.  One panel seems to be heaven, the other hell—and in between, people in a Garden of Eden-esque setting having fun. What many viewers may not realize is that the work has yet another panel: the two side panels close over the middle garden to show the garden encircled in a sphere, seeming to be closed for the night.


      The Velazquez collection is perhaps the most impressive of the Prado. His contemporaries like Manet and Giordano called him the “painter of all painters” and his work “the theology of painting.” My favorite Velazquez at the Prado is Las Meninas or The Maids of Honor. This work is an experimentation of perspective: a portrait of the king and queen of Spain in which the subjects are barely noticeable—unless you know where to look for them. They are in the mirror on the wall behind the painter (in self-portrait) as though the viewer of the painting is in the position of the king and queen. But it is not a vanity project: the painting centers on the five-year old Infanta Margarita, who looks out at her parents (or the viewer of the painting) as her ladies in waiting tend to her. It is an interesting examination of perspective.


      And then there are the works of Goya. Of note is the set The Clothed Maja and The Naked Maja, each showing the painting’s subject in the exact same pose, one clothed, the other nude. The latter Maja is regarded as one of the most famous nudes in European painting. Maja seems a content character; in fact, a number of Goya’s works are happier ones: The Parasol, and The Pottery Vendor, for example. But most of his best-known works are of a darker nature.


      The Third of May 1808 is one of his most well-known paintings, depicting the shootings on Principe Pio Hill. It is displayed next to The Second of May 1808, depicting the charge of the Mamelukes. These less delightful paintings are located just outside a room that houses Goya’s Black Paintings.

      Goya’s “black paintings” depict the dark mood he was in during his later years of life. Totaling 14 paintings, they were originally frescos he painted on the walls his own house, Quinta del Sordo, or Deaf Man’s Residence. The home was named after a previous resident who was deaf, but Goya himself was nearly deaf as well. Although the black paintings were not exactly intended as a series, they share some of the same unique qualities: the large paintings are somber, irreverent, and bitter, dealing with, misery, sickness, corruption, and death. At the time of their creation, from 1819 to 1823, Goya was in a dark mood himself, fearing death or lunacy. The paintings were for his own use, not intended for public display. He did not even title them himself; the titles were attributed by art historians after Goya’s death.


      To stand inside the room, surrounded by the dark paintings, is depressing, the weight of them on your eyes. It is hard to imagine that this is what the artist decided to surround himself with day in and day out at his home. One of the brighter of the black paintings is a Dog Drowning. Some of the darker ones include a horde of witches in the night huddled before a he-goat, and child with similar, monstrous features before them; Two Men Eating Soup shows two crazily smiling men at a table with bowls, one of them looking like nothing more than a skull in the shadows. 


      The painting of Men Reading seems somehow tuned into death. An old, bearded man sits with a printed page and other men gather closely around him, looking at the paper. One of them looks pleadingly to the sky, as though praying desperately.  Certainly it could not have been the artist’s intention at the time, but in today’s age of the ailing printed page it almost seems to predict the demise of the printed book in an age preoccupied with screens and electronics. As a companion to Men Reading, Ladies Laughing depicts a group of old women mocking a subject. Who are they mocking? Undoubtedly the men who are reading. 


      It was in this pit of darkness that we met up with the husband of Cybel, the goddess who welcomed us to Madrid on her lion-drawn chariot. Saturn’s painting is probably one of Goya’s most well-known. Saturn Devouring his Son depicts just that: the beastly god devouring his own son, his hands brutally digging into the man’s back as though into crust of a blood-red cherry pie. It is a troubling painting, but Saturn, for his terrible deed, actually looks pathetic, crazed, and you almost feel as sorry for the monster as the victim. Saturn is, after all, only eating his son because he fears his own loss of power, because he is plagued by the universal fear of growing old. A person could age just examining the troubling paintings in the room. But that is what makes them fascinating, and well worth examination. 


      It was getting dark when we left the Prado. It was time for some red wine and tapas before heading back home to Puerta del Sol.

Europe’s Largest Palace

      Our tour the next morning was a little cheerier. Our breakfast consisted of hot chocolate and churros. Churros are much like the bines of New Orleans only without the messy powdered sugar—deep fried dough, crispy on the outside and still a little wet and gooey on the inside. The hot chocolate was hardly a drink, being so thick it was like pudding. We actually ate it with a spoon, and followed this sweet treat with a cup of coffee.


      Palacio Real, Madrid’s marvelous Royal Palace, was designed and built with the purpose to outdo the Louvre in Paris. It stands as one of Europe’s most impressive works of architecture. About half of the state apartments are open for public viewing, which makes it a popular place to visit. That’s why we got there early, about half an hour before the palace opened. Waiting in the short but growing line was actually fun. We were graced with the impressive views of both the palace and, across the courtyard, the Almudena Cathedral. A group of Spanish nuns collected at the top of the cathedral’s stairs, admiring the decorated doors. They broke into song, singing Spanish hymns for us. Their voices carried across the courtyard and provided a nice, ten minute concert. Then, a few minutes after they ceased, another entertainment began. Street musicians and entertainers are clever to set up next to long lines, and today’s act made me wonder why they don’t do so more often, given the captive audience. Our street entertainment for the next fifteen minutes of our wait consisted of a master accordion player and a flamenco dancer. They broke into song and dance, perhaps their best number being the bullfighting song, the accordion player even marching in step with the dancing “bull.” Many of us tossed Euro coins into the open container before them. It was one of the only times we were actually a little disappointed to see the line begin to move. 


      But we were leaving a peasant’s realm for a nobleperson’s. The impressive location has been the site of a royal fortress for centuries, but in 1734, after the previous fortress burned, Felipe V ordered the extravagant palace that stands now. It is still used today by the present king and queen for state functions, although Juan Carlos I prefers to live in a slightly less showy residence outside Madrid.


      Upon entering the palace through a visitors’ center and gift shop, we exited into the inner courtyard before stepping into the royal pharmacy. The first few rooms of the pharmacy alone were impressive, each lined with gilded shelves of Talavera pottery and ornate drawers, filled with every imaginable ingredient for a home remedy. But room after room continued, making this what must be the most complete royal pharmacy on the face of the earth. The idea was to have everything and anything that might be needed for any ailment on hand. It seems they succeeded, and the results are still showcased today.


      After a tour of the royal pharmacy, we entered the front door of the main palace. In the entrance hall it’s easy to trip on the marble staircase because you can’t help but stare up at the Giaquinto frescos and decorations all around. In fact, even Napoleon, after setting up his brother in the palace said, “your lodgings will be better than mine.” Circular windows brighten the large entry with natural sunlight. 


      The throne room is another marvel, and one can imagine the king and queen seated on their scarlet and gold thrones, guarded by the Roman lions of bronze next to each.  Just as stately is the enormous dining room decorated with ceiling frescos, wall tapestries, Chinese vases, and a vast table for large parties. The hall of columns is another beautiful room, not to mention the billiard room and smoking room. The walls and ceiling of one room are covered entirely with royal porcelain, wreaths and cherubs decorating the walls. One of the most impressive rooms to behold was the Gasparini Room, named after its designer. Used as Charles III’s robing room, the elaborately decorated salon bursts with lavish rococo chinoiserie. Fruit, flowers, and vines encrust the ceiling. The Royal Chapel in the palace is absolutely stunning with its blue and gold hues giving it a cool, reverend look and feel. 


      After some time in the residence, we exited back to the inner courtyard and then took a tour of the royal armory—showcasing the actual armor worn by Spanish royalty of days gone by, along with weapons and a display of armor that had been damaged in battle. The armory features more than 2,000 pieces and has been open to the public for more than 400 years.


      Impressive as the armory was, it seemed less so than the palace itself. So, while we were still within the walls, we decided to end our visit to the royal residence with one last stroll through the palace. By this time, a couple hours had passed, so the crowds were thickening. In some rooms we had to swim through a crowd of people or dodge the loud lecturing of a tour guide. Our first walk through the palace was the better, but it was nice to catch a glimpse of some of the impressive rooms once more before leaving.

A Mix of Styles

      The Santa Maria la Real de la Almudana is the cathedral that stands directly across from the Palacio Real. It is an interesting mix of styles. Unlike most cathedrals in Spain, this Cathedral of Madrid is a relatively modern structure. Dating back to the late 1800s (practically brand new for Spain), the cathedral was still being worked on until 1993, when it was consecrated by Pope John Paul II. 


      When construction began a Gothic revival style dominated. But when work resumed after the Spanish Civil War the plans were adopted to reflect a more baroque style, to match the palace it faces. The mosaics and designs inside the church have a modern, almost “pop art” feel to them—and they really do pop! While tourists may be used to walking into a cathedral and doing a once-around the place, this one is quite different. 


      The tour seemed almost a maze as we went through one section after another, starting in the chapterhouse and main sacristy, then climbing to the balcony for a bird’s eye view of the Royal Palace and a glimpse of the roof-top statues from behind. Then, it was all the way back down into the neo-gothic center, passing through mini museums with artifacts of the church and priests as we descended. The exterior, while grand and beautiful, does not exemplify what one will find inside. The unique mosaics alone made our time visiting Cathedral de la Almudana a pleasure.

San Miguel—the Basilica, not the Beer 

      The Basilica San Miguel or St. Michael’s Basilica, is just a few minutes’ walk from the Royal Palace. When we arrived, we came to find the guard closing the great iron gate as the basilica was closing. Another group of four older people arrived at the same time as we did from another direction. The guard, a man in his late fifties, smiled at us all, said something we could not quite understand, and extended an open-armed welcome to enter the gate which he reclosed behind us. Carrying an enormous key ring with equally large keys, he opened the great door to the basilica and allowed us to enter.


      The cool room was dark when we entered. The guard was kind enough to let us in to enjoy a quick viewing of the shadowed frescos and statues, the painted dome and the circular altar. But after just a few minutes, he ushered us out. We understood that the basilica was closing when we arrived; he was kind enough not to turn away visitors who had traveled far to see the beautiful basilica. 

The Rain in Spain Falls Mostly on Us 

      Next, we made our way to another site we were told was not to be missed: the Monasterio de las Descalzas Reales. The working convent is also an award-winning museum. From what I’d read, it sounded a bit like the Sloan Museum in London: not one of the larger museums, but a smaller collection that is in some ways even more a pleasure to discover; just enough of a good thing without becoming overwhelming. 

      When we arrived to find a long line outside, we decided to wait. To our chagrin, the line was not moving. As we often do in such cases, one of us remained in line as a placeholder while the other shot to the front to get details on what was to come. We knew ahead of time that they maintained selective hours, only opened a few hours at a time and closing for siesta during the early afternoon. We learned now that they also had timed entries. We had about half an hour until the next group would be allowed inside. We decided to wait.


      Then the rain came down. We didn’t have our umbrella with us—it had been sunny most of the day—so after a few moments we fled the line and made our way to a nearby restaurant. It was past lunch time anyway; we enjoyed some house wine and tapas as we watched the rain pour.


      When the rain stopped pouring, along with the wine, we returned to the monastery only to find that they were “full.” We took this to mean they were full for the moment, that at the next timed entry they would allow us in. So we did some shopping along the nearby pedestrian street where kiosks and vendors sold jewelry, art, and souvenirs. About an hour later, we returned to the monastery for the next timed entry. To our surprise, there was no line. We waited at the front door, closed to us, and stared at the sign that seemed to say the next timed entry was right then. After knocking, a worker told us they were full for the day.


Carefully following the printed schedule we’d found in a tourist publication, we would return the next day when they opened after siesta … only to be told, once again, “we are full.”

      “Full for the 4:00 timed entry? So we can come back at 5?”


      “Full for the day.  We are full for the day.”


So, although we made three visits to Monasterio de las Descalzas, we never actually got in. Yet another reason to return to Madrid … perhaps with a local who can help us navigate the complicated schedule.

Chagall Saves

      After the rain stopped, after our Spanish omelets, cheese, salmon, and red wine, after we were turned away from the convent, we found something right across the street we weren’t expecting: a special Chagall exhibit sponsored by the Museo Thyssen-Bornemisza in the Fundacion Caja Madrid. The two main floors and several additional rooms were filled with the works of Marc Chagall, the works ranging from the early 1900s to the 1980s.  In the collection were large oil paintings, sculptures, and series of engravings. Some of the most memorable pieces included War, Vava, The Red Circus, The Blue Circus, and Dance. Just when the rain and inability to get into the art collection at the monastery were beginning to get us down, Chagall unexpectedly came to the rescue.

Of Bulls and Brandies

      After a day of art and palaces, we decided to begin our evening at Plaza Mayor. We’d strolled through it before, just a couple minutes from our own Puerta del Sol. But now, we decided to spend some time there. Vendors beeped and whistled with annoying toys in their mouths and shot lighted rubber band toys into the sky—not five minutes of walking in the square passed without one of them approaching us with a series of beeps and whistles, offering unwanted souvenirs that were anything but Spanish. 


      But ignore that, and you see why the square is a popular tourist attraction. The allegorical paintings on some of the buildings are beautiful. The tile work of other buildings in the square seem to catch the setting sun and rising moon. The equestrian statue of Felipe III at the center of the square is a nice place to stand and look around at all of the buildings surrounding the square. After getting our bearings, we took to the open hallways along the edges of Plaza Mayor and walked along the shops, cafes, and restaurants. 


      We found a pleasant café that offered perhaps the best tapas we ate in Spain. Instead of going to the sit-down portion of the restaurant downstairs, we enjoyed our red wine and tapas at the classy stand up bar where we could look out the window onto the square. The kind bartender, dressed spiffily in black and white, did not speak any more English than we did Spanish, but he aimed to please, and he even called down to order some special tapas for us when we ordered a second round. Hearty food at a bargain price in a place that felt more formal than fast, the place offered two large open faced sandwiches (enough for a meal) and a glass of wine or mug of beer for three Euros. Two orders and you feel like you’ve been to a buffet.


      Although Madrid is one of the cities where bullfighting is still a part of the culture, it is becoming less accepted by the general public. Indeed, one of the things on our list when we first planned our trip to Spain was to go to a bullfight. It was after we got to know the sport—saw some video and pictures and did some reading—that we decided we didn’t want to go to one. On one hand, it is part of the culture and perhaps no more cruel than how animals are treated on mass-market farms and in slaughter houses. On the other hand, when you see the bulls mercilessly attacked and outnumbered, it can be hard to see it as a sport instead of a massacre. 

Spanish Bull      

      So we compromised. Instead of going to a bullfight, we went to Torre del Oro Bar Andalú, a bar with a bullfighting theme. Located along inner-edge of Plaza Mayor, this clean, well-lighted place has on display many photographs of bullfighting and a good number of the beaten bulls have their heads mounted on the walls. We had some beer and perused the photos, one series of stills showing the horn of a bull penetrating below a matador’s jaw and going up into his head, then drawing back out. (He survived to bullfight again!) We were told that one of the bulls on display in the bar was killed during a bullfight that had both Ernest Hemingway and Franco in the audience at the same time—presumably not together. It was here that I enjoyed my first taste of Anise. I expected to enjoy it, since I like licorice as much as I tend to like herbal liquors. Anise is a sort of synthesis of the two, and it went down sweet and smooth.


      After strolling through Plaza Mayor some moments more, we took the pedestrian street, full of vendors selling everything from painted fans and sunglasses to little statues and jewelry, back to Pueta del Sol. Before returning to our hotel, we decided to try out a bar we’d passed several times during our visit.


      The bar was open to the street at one end, as many cafes and bars tend to be, but the interior was rich and lavish with heavy dark woods and decorated with gilded carvings. We started out with a beer and a wine. Then, I wanted to try a few of the drinks we’d been told were well-loved in Spain.


      Liquor 45 looked and sounded great. But it seems to have been good marketing. It tasted heavy and sweet, much like drinking peach schnapps or Kahlua with a few tablespoons of sugar or corn syrup added. Zorco was a little better. It reminded me of the anise we’d had earlier at the bullfighting bar. It was good, although I preferred the anise. 


      When a couple of expats—a husband and wife who lived in England but spent some time every year in Madrid—came to the bar, chatted with the bartender, and walked to an outside table with a specially steamed glass of brandy and a big cigar, I took notice. I’d wanted to try Spanish brandy and hadn’t yet. I struck up a conversation with the expats and asked him to recommend one.


      “You can’t go wrong with anything on the top shelf,” he said and pointed. “But my recommendation? The 1866.”

      I ordered a snifter of 1866 Solera Gran Reserva, a brandy produced in La Mancha. The bartender had been polite the entire evening as we tried different drinks. When I placed this order, he seemed to light up as though he liked having a foreigner ask for the best of the best his country had to offer. He took the bottle from the top shelf and uncorked it. He then used what appeared to be an espresso maker to steam the oversized snifter. He poured in a generous serving. Maybe it was the mood we were in. Perhaps the surroundings on a Saturday night in the heart and soul of Spain, in Puerta del Sol. Maybe it was the rich décor or the drinks we’d already enjoyed beginning to alter our perception. But at that moment, I was convinced that 1866 was the best brandy or cognac I'd ever tasted.


      Half an hour later, knowing we needed to head back to the hotel and get some sleep for the following day, we put down our empty glasses and asked for the check. But the bartender refused—instead, he steamed fresh glasses and offered another (gratis) hearty helping of 1866. It was a perfect ending to a great day. We almost forgot it had rained on us outside the monastery.

Sunday in the Park

      We decided to begin our Sunday morning with a leisurely stroll through the park, so we walked to Parque del Retiro. Once the private gardens of the royal family, it was often used for pageants, mock naval drills, and bullfights. In the 18th century, parts of the park were open to the public, but only for people who were properly dressed in formal attire. In 1869, the park was fully opened; these days you can enter the park in tank tops and flip flops.


      The people may have dressed down, but the grounds still appear to be dressed up with gardens, trees, and flowers. The Rosaleda for example, contains more than 100 varieties of roses with a total of more than 4,000 individual roses. 


      Some of the 18 entries into the park are worth seeing, such as the Independence Gate, which is the grandest among them. The Estanque, or boating lake, was one of the first features of the park, finished in 1631. The Palacio de Velazques and Palicia de Cristal are both worth a visit and the Paseo de las Estatuas, a line of Baroque statues representing the royalty of Spain, makes for a nice stroll. But the park’s most memorable feature is the colonnade: a half-moon of columns at the edge of the lake in front of which towers an equestrian statue of Alfonso XII. 

Would You Like that to Go?

      On the way back from the park we stopped in at Plaza Mayor once again to check out the coin and stamp market—one of the biggest in Europe. The halls that the night before had been full of tourists were now filled with locals trading, buying, and selling collectable coins and stamps.


      While at the Plaza, we entered the San Miguel Market for a bite to eat. The glass and iron market building has been around since 1916 and only recently got a facelift. The historic place actually looks like a new market, selling everything from tapas and wine, coffee and churros, to vegetables and deli meats. We settled for a cup of coffee and some churros (sans chocolate) and headed on our way. It was just a little too crowded to relax. Besides we had places to go. We walked along the pedestrian street linking Plaza Mayor to Puerta del Sol. The vendors seemed to be out in droves on this Sunday, late morning, with their wares all laid out on blankets before them. 


      We weren’t expecting what came next. A distinct whistle shot through the air, as though from a lookout. In an instant, the vendors and their spread-out blankets of goods for sale were no longer there; in their place, people walked around with four-stringed bags on their backs. In an inventive tactic, these not-quite legal vendors had small ropes tied to each corner of the blankets that held their merchandise. Some of them held the ropes discretely in their hands, others had them positioned for quick pick up. At the first sign of the police, it took only a second to whip up the display and go from vendor to backpacker. 


Mixed in the crowd, once the police arrived, were people with packs slung on their backs. A few minutes later, once the police had walked on, the vendors were back, their wares displayed on blankets as though they’d never left.

One More Museum

      We’re told that a trip to Madrid isn’t complete without a trip to Centro de Arte Reina Sofia. Sure, there is a good dozen or so places one can say the same about. But as one of the three most important museums in Spain’s capitol, we knew the Reina Sofia was not to be missed.


      Set in an old hospital, the Reina Sofia has an impressive collection of Spanish art from the 20th and 21st centuries. Picasso’s Woman in Blue, Miro’s Portrait II, and Dali’s The Great Masturbator are among the highlights of the collection. Arguably the most important work in the Reina Sofia is also considered by many art critics to be the most important painting of the 20th century. Pablo Picasso’s Guernica.  


      Originally commissioned as a propaganda piece, the painting became more than it was intended to be. It became the artist’s masterpiece. This is the artist’s view of war: pain, confusion, distortion, bleakness, outstretched arms and broken bodies. In response to the attack on the Basque town of Guernica by German bombers, this painting is Picasso’s way of showing the results of the attack without actually showing the attack itself. Within the work, you can find a wounded horse, dead soldier, lifeless child, mourning mother, broken dagger and a confused bull. A visit to the Reina Sofia is well worth the trip to view this painting (and the preliminary sketches also on exhibit) alone.

One Last Market

      It was our last full day in Spain, so it was time to fit in a little bit of shopping for everyone back home. It was Sunday, and we knew what that meant: the busiest and liveliest day of the week at El Rastro.


      El Rastro is Madrid’s most famous street market, and it has been filling the streets for more than 400 years. Located in one of the city’s oldest working-class neighborhoods, this “trail” is full of kiosks, booths, and street vendors selling everything from homemade puppets and toys to designer sunglasses and purses. There were artists selling original paintings, others selling etchings and lithographs, and still others selling souvenirs, such as fans and t-shirts and statues and decorative plates. It was just a little too crowded for our taste. I would recommend visiting El Rasto on a Saturday, when it’s a little less busy. Then, perhaps, you can walk along the street at a comfortable pace and look at what’s for sale. We found ourselves spending most of our time trying to fight the crowd, attempting to pass people clogging the way as they stopped behind others who were looking at goods. There was a lot of pushing and dodging. It felt like we were in the middle of a mosh pit.

Expat Readers in Madrid

      Sunday evening, I had a gig. As part of my book tour for Tracks: A Novel in Stories, I had a reading and social lined up at a bookstore in Madrid that specialized in English-language books. So after we had a nice meal between Plaza Mayor and Peurta del Sol (steak and paella), we headed for Calle del Espiritu Santo for J & J Coffee and Books.

Tracks Reading In Madrid      

      Perhaps “J & J Beer and Books” would be a more fitting name. The establishment, with a highly literary crowd, seemed as much bar as bookstore.  Patrons sat around partaking in lively discussions about everything from football to literature. That was a good thing. J & J Books is a popular bookstore in Madrid specializing in English-language books. They’re also known for their Friday quiz night, two-for-one happy hour specials and reading events. As one local I talked with observed, “they draw people in with books and then keep them for a while with beer and wine and conversation.”


When we arrived, the crowd was as lively as you might expect at a neighborhood bar—people talking (European) football and books and travel, and politics, seated at the long bar and at tables and chairs beyond it. The manager and staff kept us supplied with house beer, wine, and cocktails. When the time came, the manager stood behind the bar and introduced me. I was given a place of honor behind the beer tap. From there, I read “Idle Chatter,” a story from Tracks. The conversing crowd became attentive, and during dramatic pauses in my reading it had grown so quiet that you could hear a drop of beer splash against the bar. After my reading, which lasted about half an hour, I was warmly received by my audience. Was it coincidence that my story about a person who values small talk was followed by hours of enjoyable small talk? 


      We talked about my book, my writing process, my visit to Spain and other travels. We talked about their favorite books and their writing. About why they lived in Madrid (most of them were originally from England, Ireland, Scotland or the United States) and their own travels. It was a good time.

A bit of wisdom picked up during the conversation: “What’s for you won’t go by you.” A bit of insight on Spanish literature: “Don Quixote was a jerk!”

I discovered after my invitation to read, that J and J was written up in a several guide books on Madrid and Spain. They were even written up in the New York Times. Visit J & J Books and Coffee at their website, 


      You can catch a podcast of what I read to them. A few weeks later, I read the story again on Baltimore’s NPR station, WYPR. Find the audio reading of “Idle Chatter” at I sold out of all the books I brought with me, and signed a good number of them. It was a fine way to cap our visit.

Late Night Tapas

      It was dark out by the time we left J & J Books. Almost as dark as it had been when we arrived in Madrid. We headed back to Plaza Mayor for one last serving of tapas and wine. Then we stopped in at our favorite pub for one last Spanish wine. There wouldn’t be time to stop for coffee at one of our favorite breakfast spots. Our flight was leaving early in the morning and we needed to be there a couple hours early. We needed to catch the bus a good hour before that. This meant getting up around three in the morning. And we still had to pack.


      So, full of tapas and topped off with red wine, we returned to our room at Hotel Santandar, spoke a few moments with our newfound friend, the front desk clerk from Cuba, and went to our room to pack and prepare for our return to the United States.


      I’m no expert on Madrid, having spent less than a week in Spain’s capitol. But the limited days we spent meandering around Madrid were packed from pre-dawn to post-dusk with exciting visits and enjoyable experiences. Whether we were talking to locals or sharing fiction with expats, touring palaces or steeping in the black paintings of Goya, the adventures did not cease. Our visit lasted long enough to let me know that I need to return when I have more time to get lost in the twisted side streets, be mesmerized in a museum, or to relax in a plaza café with a pinch of 1866 and a plate of tapas. Rain or shine, I’ll be passing through the gateway of the sun again one day soon.

©Eric D. Goodman is a full-time writer and editor who loves to travel.  His novel in stories, Tracks, was published by Atticus Books (Summer 2011) and won the 2012 Gold Medal for Best Fiction in the Mid-Atlantic Region from the Independent Publishers Book Awards. It follows a passenger train full of travelers as these strangers touch one another in unexpected ways. He’s also the author of the childrens' book, Flightless Goose.  Eric's work has appeared in The Baltimore Review, Pedestal Magazine, Writers Weekly, The Potomac, Barrelhouse, JMWW, Scribble, Slow Trains, and New Lines from the Old Line State: An Anthology of Maryland Writers, among others. His second novel, Womb, is currently with his agent. Visit Eric on Facebook, Twitter, and at his literary blog, Writeful. Learn more about Eric and his writing at

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Wednesday, 29 August 2012

Bouncing About Barcelona

Spanish Bull

      The city of Barcelona can be divided into three sections: Montjuic, Old Town, and Eixample. Having checked into our bed and breakfast a block from Sagrada Familia, Nataliya and I have about four days ahead of us to explore all the great city has to offer.

      We’ve read ahead and have a good idea of what we expect to enjoy the most, but we also want to fit in as much as we can while still allowing time for pleasant restaurant eating and plaza lounging. 

      Confident that we’ve timed things right, we decide to start with Montjuic—certainly a must see—and to work our way up to the unique sights we expect will most excite us.

From Palace to Fortress

      We love our art museums, and the Museu National d’Art de Catalunya (or National Art Museum of Catalonia) is a collection well worth seeing.  This art museum is housed in the grand National Palace, which was built for the 1929 International Exhibition.  The highlight of this museum is Europe’s largest collection of medieval frescoes. 

      Almost as impressive as some of the art, is witnessing the National Palace’s great dome from inside. We have tea and coffee in the café next to the great hall just beneath the massive dome; even more fulfilling than the drinks is the surrounding view.

      Earlier this morning we took the bus from our bed and breakfast in Eixample  but we got off at the wrong stop; the great dome of the Palace looking closer than it actually was. By the time we got to the art museum inside, we’re a bit worn out.  We are rewarded on the upper floor (after taking in all the art) with plush chairs that we could almost fall asleep in. But instead of closing, our eyes are lured to the majesty of the ceiling art.

Onward and Upward

      After the National Palace and the National Art Museum of Catalonia, we decide to go uphill, knowing it will take us to Castell de Montjuic. The simple path gets twisted and we end up at the Olympics Center instead.  This center is an interesting mix of neo-classical and modern style because the stadium was originally built for the 1936 Olympics (cancelled due to the Civil War) and refitted more than half a century later for the 1992 Olympics. As we tour the Olympics Center, we think about the upcoming 2012 Olympics in London. Will our former neighbor, Michael Phelps, win enough medals to become the most decorated Olympian ever? (Yes!)

      After spending time at this Olympian sight, we continue onward and upward, asking for directions from locals in our broken Spanish.  The walk is a long and grueling one.  We could take the funicular, but decide that doing so would be a cop out. We hike for a good hour or so before making it to the summit of Montjuic, where the 18th century castle opens its doors to us. 

      The fortress was originally built in 1640 but was destroyed by Felipe V in 1705 and rebuilt after that.  Being from the Baltimore area, it reminds me of our own Fort McHenry. A sight worth seeing, but we’re saving the best for last.

A Most Peculiar Park

      Speaking of saving the best for last, we end our daylight hours with a fitting finale: Park Guell.  Without a doubt, it must to be the most whimsical and unusual park I’ve seen—and I’m including such places as the fountains and gardens of Petergof’s Sumer Palace outside St. Petersburg and Versailles outside Paris.  

Park Guell Dragon

A Gaudi dragon in Park Guell

      Park Guell might be the kind of park Walt Disney would visit if he wanted to unwind instead of hype up or Salvador Dali if he sought inspiration in design.   This UNESCO World Heritage Site is Antoni Gaudi’s most expansive work of art and architecture.  Originally commissioned by Count Eusebi Guell as a garden community on fifty family acres, the planned sixty houses never came to be.  But everything else, it seems, did.

      You enter the park through a gate (making this perhaps one of the first “gated communities”) between two unusual houses.  The one to the left is a gift shop so crowded you have to swim in and out and from one floor to another.  The one to the right is a guard house—larger than most family McMansions in the U.S. It is fittingly referred to as the “gingerbread house” given its appearance.

      The Room of a Hundred Columns is uncanny, with more than eighty leaning and twisting pillars holding up the ceiling, illuminated by stained glass and ceramic mosaic designs.  It was originally intended as a marketplace for the residents of the park community.

      The park sprawls up a hill with open areas, tunnels that look like waves of rock ready to crash down on tourists, pillars and walkways that look like they are carved right out of nature. Inside the park is the house where Antoni Gaudi lived for about twenty years, and a museum devoted to Gaudi. The park is filled with street musicians. These musicians are cast far enough apart that you nearly always hear one of them, but they never clash.  Spanish guitar, four-piece chamber music worthy of the Palau de la Musica Catalonia (more on that later) and accordion players strutting flamenco flair offer a taste of the music playing in Park Guell.

      When we reach a high area of the park with an excellent view, we can see across Eixample, across Old Town, all the way to Montjuic on the other side of Barcelona, where we’d started our sightseeing for the day.  We are amazed to see the peaks from afar, the stunning National Palace and the seaside Castle Montjuic.  

      “Did we actually walk that far?” Nataliya asks me. “Climb that summit by foot, on our first full day in Spain?”

      I nod. “The rest will be an easy, enjoyable, downhill stroll by comparison.”

A Little Night Triomf

      We had planned to take in a concert for our first evening in Barcelona, but our mountain climbing and voyage across the city has tired us, and the little bit of paella we’ve eaten around lunch time has run out.  We enjoy some tapas and wine instead of music.

      However, we do manage to fit in a tour of the Palau de la Musica Catalonia, or Palace of Music during our days in Barcelona and I’m glad we do.  It truly is as much a palace as a concert hall. The stunning stained glass, detailed ceramic tile work and sculptures are a sight to behold.  It also happens to be the only concert hall in Europe lit by natural light.

      The tour costs nearly as much as a concert in the cheap seats, so I would go for a concert if we had more time. To sit and take in the beautiful sights while listening to good music would likely cast the surroundings in a new perspective. But concert or not, this is a sight not to be missed.

      On the way from the palace, we pass by another sight on our list: Arc Del Triomf. Perhaps not as impressive as the French grandfather, this gateway to the Universal Exhibition of 1888 has a pink-tinted brick façade that gives it a very different (and Spanish) look.

      “It’s a triomf,” I declare. Nataliya groans.

New Day, Old Town

      After a simple B&B breakfast of pastries and coffee, we begin our second day in Barcelona with a visit to the Gothic Quarter of the Old Town, or Barri Gotic. Considered the heart of not only Old Town, but of Barcelona itself, this is the oldest part of the city and can be dated back to Roman times, around 27 B.C.

      We enter the quarter near Casa de l’Ardicia, decorated with a letterbox made out of marble and carved with a tortoise and swallows. This house has a charming ceramic tile courtyard and fountain, and is home to the historical archives of Barcelona. Casa de l’Ardicia is built on the old Roman city wall. If Casa de l’Ardicia is the oldest site in Old Town, the next thing we see must be the most impressive.

      When you think of a gothic, European cathedral, Barcelona Cathedral fits the picture. The cathedral was begun in 1298 and finished late in the 19th century. The inside is majestic, and there are twenty eight side chapels set between the columns. These columns support the unvaulted ceiling that shoots up an impressive eighty five feet. Beneath the altar is a crypt with the sarcophagus of St. Eulalia.

      A somewhat unique addition to the cathedral is the Cloisters. These outdoor gardens attached to the cathedral and enclosed by walls but with no roof, are decorated with fountains and statues. 

      Other sights to see in the Gothic Quarter include the Museu d’Historia, the Centre Excursionsta de Catalunya (with subterranean Roman ruins), and Palau Reial, with a 14th century altarpiece.

      Deeper into the Gothic Quarter is a busy plaza: Placa de Sant Jaume. There, the Palau de la Generalitat (the seat of Catalonia’s governor) faces Ajuntament (Barcelona’s Town Hall).  Having seen photographs, we’ve been looking forward to a visit inside City Hall’s Salo de Cent, or council chamber.  Unfortunately, it is closed due to a function. 

      “Can we go in?” I ask the guard. He says something in Spanish, but the shaking of his head is all the translation we need. 

      However, we are able to peek over the uniformed guard’s shoulder to get a glimpse of the stone chamber, wide arcs, and giant chandeliers before being ushered away. Such a quick visit gives us more time to enjoy some tapas and beer before siesta.

Are You Ready to Ramblas?

      The place to go if you want to see the hustle-bustle of Barcelona is Las Ramblas—the pedestrian street lined with cafes and vendors and filled with locals and tourists.  Unfortunately, it’s also the place to go if you want to get robbed—both figuratively and literally.  Prices tend to be higher on Las Ramblas because it’s the place all the tourists go. Be prepared to be taken to the cleaners for the luxury of sitting in one of the street side cafes. It’s also the one place in Barcelona that everyone has warned us about—pickpockets are plentiful. 

      “Eric, watch out,” Nataliya says, pointing to my other side. I turn to find myself face to leathery face with a toothless, whiskered man. He smiles, shrugs, and does an about face, shadowing another man going in the opposite direction.

      Twice while strolling along Las Ramblas, men shadow me, only an inch or two from my side, and I turn to stand face to face with an innocent smile turning away to find another victim. I may have been a victim myself had I not kept my wallet zipped in an inside jacket pocket and double zipped inside the jacket.

Beep be de beep bip beep!

      The next most annoying thing about the crowded street is the number of hucksters. I’m sure what they’re selling varies with the season and what they’re able to get a huge shipment of for dirt cheap. While we are here, foreign venders blow annoying whistles constantly and shoot lighted rubber-band toys into the air. Not two minutes pass during an hour walk along Las Rambles without a vendor whistling and shooting, walking right up to us to offer his wares. 

      Although it is most prominent along Las Ramblas, it is not unique to the location. The vendors with the same two products were at Park Guell, in the plazas, squares, and even in the busy areas of Madrid.

      The fact that they don’t speak English or Spanish does not matter as their only language seems to be the irritating series of quick squeaks and beeps coming from the whistles in their mouths.  A raised eyebrow and a “Beep de be beep” is their sales pitch. It is an offer we can (and do) refuse hundreds of times during our days in Spain.

From Font to Columbus

      But Las Ramblas has much more going for it than just vendors and thieves. The tree-lined “dry river” begins at the Font de Canaletes, a beautiful lamppost and fountain, and the people flow from there down to the monument at the other end of the pedestrian street: a column topped by Columbus pointing the way to America. 

      Along the way, there are impressive sights to see. The ones that we find most interesting are the Placa de la Boqueria (a square with mosaic pavement designed by the artist Miro in 1976); an art deco dragon over an old umbrella shop and an opera house burned and restored twice, in 1861 and 1994. 

One Real Plaza!

      The busiest and liveliest plaza in Barcelona must be Placa Reial: a large square surrounded by historic buildings and filled with palm trees and lampposts designed by Gaudi. A number of restaurants and cafes line the plaza. We go to one for a late lunch. I don’t remember the name of the place and it doesn’t really matter.  The view and atmosphere at the outdoor café render the average food worthwhile. Being in the restaurant area also shields us from whistling venders and their shooting toys.

A Most Unusual Palace

      Palau Guell, the home commissioned by the same Guell who later commissioned the park outside town, proves to be one of the highlights of our visit to Barcelona. It was Gaudi’s first city center project on such a massive scale. The palace stands on such a small plot of land, we wonder from the outside why it’s called a palace at all. Then we go inside and marvel at the incredible sense of space and style Gaudi was able to create.

      The tour begins on the ground floor—an entryway worthy of being a nobleman’s home on its own—and then down to the basement, where the horses once lived in luxury. The tour takes you on eight levels, including the basement, attic, and rooftop terrace. In the center of the house, the center room, complete with organ, choir stalls, an altar, and domed ceiling, spans several of the stories.

      But more impressive than size,  is style. Gaudi uses stone, tile, ironwork and unique columns and structures to create a home that is a museum piece of its own. 

      The rooftop terrace, should you brave the irregular tiled floor, is crowned by twenty chimneys covered in mosaics of broken tile and designed in unusual and surprising shapes. It is when you exit the palace, seeming to go down the stairs forever, that you realize how far up you have climbed. Visiting Palau Guell is indeed a high. But the highlight of Barcelona and Gaudi is yet to come.

Beautiful Basilica

      Sometimes referred to as Barcelona’s favorite church, the Basilica de Santa Maria del Mar was built in the Catalan Gothic Style.  With donations by local merchants and shipbuilders, the massive church was built in a mere fifty five years—a short span of time for a classic European cathedral. Stained glass and stone fill out this beautiful Basilica. It is a beautiful basilica, and it shows in the artisanship that this was a labor of love, and, indeed, the church of the common people.

Not Your Usual Picasso

      If there was any doubt, the Picasso Museum in Barcelona confirms that Picasso could paint just about anything he wanted. Love or hate the chosen style he became famous for, this painter had talent. Located in five connected palaces from medieval times, the museum showcases some 3,000 pieces ranging from Picasso’s mid-teenage years to his old age. Picasso paints in the styles of many other artists, some realism, some impressionism. There are a number of sketches from his school days, some of them stamped by the administration.

      The most dense and fullest part of the collection seems to be his study, dissection, and entirely unique recreation of Velazquez’s masterpiece, Las Meninas.

Columbus in Port

      Not far off the beaten path, we find our way from the Picasso Museum back to Las Ramblas. After strolling for a short bit, we escape to some of the twisting side streets, where a more authentic feeling Barcelona awaits.  About three side streets in is where we usually begin ducking into shops, restaurants and cafes.  It is somewhere around this area that we have a good and inexpensive three-course meal at a little restaurant called Princessa 23. 

      I order caper and onion seared salmon, with a starter of leak and potato soup that could have been a meal in itself. The highlight of the meal, despite how good the salmon tastes, is the strong mojito.

      After filling our stomachs, quenching our thirsts, and relaxing our senses, we continue down the hill until we meet with Columbus once again, his monument pointing to the water, toward the new world.  We’re not ready to leave the old world yet. So instead, we continue down to Port Vell for a stroll along the dock, and then along the breezy boardwalk. 

A Perfect Eixample

      For our final full day in Barcelona, we decide to save the best for last and stay close to our bed & breakfast in Eixample  with a slight diversion at the edge of Eixample back to Old Town. We have tasted a sample of what our day is to be filled with since we have already visited Park Guell and Palace Guell. Our final day in Barcelona is to be a surreal experience filled with fantastic modern architecture and design. Our tour guide: the Great Gaudi.

Fireworks inside a Cathedral

      Truth be told, although the Sagrada Familia is the sight I have most anticipated, I expect to be let down.  Like a movie or book everyone has raved about, you watch or read with unreasonably high expectations, only to come away disappointed.  That is not the case with what is easily Europe’s and most likely the world’s most unusual and creatively designed church. I come with high expectations. They are exceeded.

Sagrada Familia

      I love touring the majestic architecture of old cathedrals and palaces. And I love art museums. In a way I have never seen before, Gaudi’s masterwork combines the two. I have marveled at the insides of cathedrals many times before—from Notre Dame to Saint Chappelle, from St. Issac’s Cathedral to St. Basil’s Cathedral. Nothing has ever taken me by surprise like Barcelona’s Cathedral Sagrada Familia.

      Even as we wait in line for more than an hour, we look up and find surprises in the exterior.  Frogs and lizards carved in the towers and stone, along with fruits and vegetables and other elements of nature. Eight of the twelve existing spires are topped with detailed Venetian mosaics. Much of the exterior is hidden by the construction work that continues, and is expected to continue until the church is completed according to Gaudi’s designs on the centennial of his death.

      When our line reaches the entrance (which is actually the back of the church), the view is something to behold.  The Passion Façade features angular figures carved in stone showing the passion and crucifixion of Christ. The modern style is stunning. The brass doors to the church are covered in passages from the Bible about the passion.

      Once inside, the real marvel begins. Slowly walking in, looking up, it is like fireworks exploding above us. Looking around, it is so much to take in. Gaudi’s interior columns are like colorful and textured trees, none of them uniform, all of them branching out into other columns before reaching the starburst, floral ceiling. Stained glass, gold leaf and jeweled areas shine down on us. No surface is smooth; everything has color and texture.  I would describe it as white or gray, but it’s really multi-colored, carved from different types of stone and material. Unlike any other church I’ve seen, this one seems alien and organic, but in a beautiful non off-putting way. In a word: amazing.

      Pictures don’t do the cathedral justice, but here is an attempt at showing off the beautiful ceiling:

      There is so much to take in.  We could spend hours exploring the details. But we have ground to cover on our last day in Barcelona, so we reluctantly make our way to the exit of the cathedral after an hour of open-jawed staring.

      We exit through a museum beneath the cathedral that displays models and methods of construction. When we actually come outside again, we pass through the Nativity Façade, showing the nativity in a new way and in a style very different from that on the Passion Façade.

      The Nativity Façade is the most complete section of the church; it was completed in 1930. It showcases doors that represent Hope, Faith and Charity. The nativity scenes carved in stone include the usual manger scene with wise men, angels, Joseph, Mary, and the Christ child. It also features turtles holding up pillars, and birds flying every which way. From a distance, the façade has an alien look, almost like a melting, bug-like hill. Like the water-eroded mud formations of a California seaside cliff.

      Another façade is still to be completed, along with about half of the church and the tallest of the towers. Gaudi’s original designs and intentions are being followed, and funding comes from private contributions. The estimated mid-point on construction came in 2010, the same year the Pope visited to consecrate it and proclaim it a “minor basilica.” Gaudi, who spent the last fifteen or so years of his life working on the church and raising money to build it, would have been happy. He is buried on sight, in the Sagrada Familia’s crypt. We bid Gaudi farewell at his final resting spot. But we will visit him again in town.


      Where Barcelona’s Old Town is like a twisted confusion of intertwining streets, Eixample is on an easy-to-follow grid. That is exemplified by Quadrat d’Or, or “Golden Square.”  The grid holds some of the city’s best modernista architecture, including the works of Gaudi and his contemporaries.

      The gem of them all is Gaudi’s Casa Mila, or La Pedera. This “stone quarry,” an apartment building with some eight stories, was the last project of Gaudi before he devoted his later years to Sagrada Familia. 

      The wavy walls of stone are accented by balconies with intricate ironwork and the effect is unreal. When it was built in the early 1900s, it was unlike anything seen before—and therefore was both praised and criticized (One critical cartoon mocks the building as an airplane hangar).

      The top floor of Casa Mila (once home to the Mila family) now houses the Gaudi Museum, and a tour of the roof showcases an array of chimneys, chimney pots, and air ducts that are unusual and, in some cases, unnerving. Whether you’re standing inside the courtyard or looking at an aerial shot, one of the most striking features of Casa Mila is the empty space in the middle of the building.  Massive as the Casa Mila looks from the outside, much of the inner space is taken by two large courtyards, visible when walking in on the ground floor. From above, the gaping holes have an organic appearance, almost as though they are large open mouths. A short visit to Casa Mila just might leave unprepared visitors gasping for air.

      Casa Terrades, also part of the Golden Square, is a great example of a melding of gothic and modernista styles. The six-sided apartment building boasts six modernista spires, which inspired the nickname “Casa de les Punxes” or House of the Points. The corner spires are shaped like pointed hats and lavishly decorated.

      Another highlight of Quadrat d’Or is the Illa de la discardia, or the block of discard. The name is given due to the surprising range of unique styles showcased on the small city block. Three highlights compete for the attention of passers, but each deserves more than a glance—if not a full tour. All three of them can be seen while strolling along Passeig de racia.

      The first of these is Casa Lleo Morera, crowned with an ornate tower. Casa Amatller has a façade that blends Gothic and Moorish and includes a tile encrusted gable and stairs that welcome visitors from the street. 

      It may be predictable, but the most impressive of these houses of discard is the one designed by Gaudi: Casa Batllo.

House of Bones

      If Gaudi’s most impressive work is Familia Sagrada and his most elaborate work is Park Guell and his most stately work is Palau Guell, then Casa Batllo must be his most surreal. Even up close, one can see why this house is nicknamed the House of Bones; the pillars—especially those on the second and third floor balconies—evoke leg and arm bones. But step back; cross the street to take in the house from afar, and the large masks covering the lower parts of the fourth, fifth and sixth floor balconies clearly resemble skulls with drooping eyes and nose holes. From the front façade, the house may well have fallen into the nick name “fish house,” for the surface of the house is covered in broken and circular tiles that give it a scaled look. Those scales may be more fish than dragon; the wavy, ceramic roof resembles the back of a scaly beast. 

Casa Batllo

      Casa Batllo is even more impressive inside. Don’t be deterred by what may seem a high price for the tour of a house—this is unlike any other house you will see. Earlier, I remarked that stepping into a building designed by Gaudi was like stepping into a Dali painting. At the time I made the comparison, I didn’t realize Dali was actually a fan of Gaudi’s. In fact, this is the house he remarked on. Dali praised Gaudi’s “soft, calf-skin doors.” 

      The entire house is soft and supple, with no lines to be found, no corners. Rooms seem to be pushed out of dough. Even the color schemes are soft and organic: the courtyard resembling water, other rooms resembling stone and dirt and sand and air. Light fixtures seem to bloom naturally out of the ceiling and columns seem to sprout from the floor and blossom into ceilings of clouds. Even the polished wood stairs and banisters and doors look like they come from nature, not from design. It proves to be the perfect last sight for our time in Barcelona.

      We walk from Casa Batllo back to Las Ramblas, fully realizing for the first time just how close these different places are. In fact, the tower from Casa Lleo Morera is visible from the bus stop we’ve used to and from Las Rambles a few times, but was never noticed in the distance because we’ve been focused on other things. As with life itself, sometimes we’re so busy focusing on one thing that we miss the beauty just beyond our noses.

Catalonian Transformation

      Guide books are curious things. They begin as coffee table books that slide off once in a while so you can flip through the pages and glance at the pictures and captions. Only after an impending visit looms on the horizon do they seem to become interesting enough to actually read. A guide book is a marvelous thing then, full of mystery and wonder, unlocking treasures to be discovered with maps leading the way.

      A guide book changes as the reader does. The same guide books that helped us discover Barcelona took on a whole new meaning as we sat on the plane returning home.  All of the wonder and anticipation, as I looked at the same pages and passages, had changed to familiarity and comfort. It’s sort of like the first day at a new school compared to the last day at an old one. It’s always nice to leave home for an adventure. It’s usually nice to be back in your own bed.

      I won’t pretend to be an expert on Barcelona, having spent less than a week there. But those limited days were packed full, from pre-dawn to post-dusk, with exciting visits and enjoyable experiences. Whether we were talking to locals or expats, seeing palaces or the surreal wonders of Gaudi, the adventures did not cease. Our visit lasted long enough to let me know that I need to return when I have more time to invest. More time to get lost in the twisted side streets of a village or be mesmerized in a museum or to relax in a street side café with a pinch of Spanish brandy and a plate of Spanish omelets.

      Rain or shine, I’ll be knock-knock-knocking on Gaudi’s soft, calf-skin door again one day.

Tracks Reading In Madrid©Eric D. Goodman is a full-time writer and editor who loves to travel.  His novel in stories, Tracks, was published by Atticus Books (Summer 2011) and won the 2012 Gold Medal for Best Fiction in the Mid-Atlantic Region from the Independent Publishers Book Awards. It follows a passenger train full of travelers as these strangers touch one another in unexpected ways. He’s also the author of the children’s' book, Flightless Goose.  Eric's work has appeared in The Baltimore Review, Pedestal Magazine, Writers Weekly, The Potomac, Barrelhouse, JMWW, Scribble, Slow Trains, and New Lines from the Old Line State: An Anthology of Maryland Writers, among others. His second novel, Womb, is currently with his agent. Visit Eric on Facebook, Twitter, and at his literary blog, Writeful. Learn more about Eric and his writing at

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