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Algarve in the autumn

 

We have been living in the Algarve  for a couple of weeks now,  so we thought you might like to see where we are and what we are doing.

We are currently house-sitting for relatives of friends of ours, in the central/eastern area of the Algarve – the southern most part of Portugal. John and Prue built this house more than 30 years ago, and at that time, this was all just countryside…

Palms and pools - not such a bad life

Palms and pools – not such a bad life

The garden of our house

The garden of our house

Our house

Our house

The courtyard

The courtyard

Our main job is to take care of Dougal – a West Highland Terrier – aged about 4 years old. He’s quite a character.

Dougal

Dougal

 

We have discovered that he likes riding in the car and rubbing his nose in the dirt, but mainly he likes sleeping wherever we are sitting!

 

 

 

Dougal and Geoff with Charlie

Walks on the beach

Walks on the beach

digger Dougal

digger Dougal

The garden has fruit trees – oranges and limes – as well as olive and avocado trees. The pond is a magnet for dragonflies, birds and even two turtles, but we found them in an amorous embrace – so didn’t want to stare for too long!

Oranges aren't the only fruit

Oranges aren’t the only fruit

We are still waiting for this grapefruit to be ready

We are still waiting for this grapefruit to be ready

Olives abound right outside our bedroom window

Olives abound right outside our bedroom window

Straight from the tree

Straight from the tree

 

The elusive blue birds

The elusive blue birds

The dragonflies love the garden pond

The dragonflies love the garden pond

Oops - sorry to intrude

Oops – sorry to intrude

Nearby is a great beach alongside a little pine forest – our first taste of the Atlantic ocean on this trip and fabulous long views along the coast.

Geoff and Charlie meet the Atlantic

Geoff and Charlie meet the Atlantic

The water is calm in this sheltered part of Portugal

The water is calm in this sheltered part of Portugal

 

Taking the long view

Taking the long view

There are plenty of local markets most days of the week. At nearby Loule this weekend they got into the Day of the Dead / Halloween vibe in amongst the cheery pots of honey, fiery red piri-piri oil, local fish, veggies and other local goodies.

The Day of the Dead at Loule market

The Day of the Dead at Loule market

The Saturday market at Loule

The Saturday market at Loule

Plenty of pots - a Portuguese speciality

Plenty of pots – a Portuguese speciality

Piri piri sauce by the gallon

Piri piri sauce by the gallon

Old friends, like bookends

Old friends, like bookends

Local produce gives heat and colour to the food

Local produce gives heat and colour to the food

Local favourites - salt cod and garlic

Local favourites – salt cod and garlic

A lettuce leaf doesn't make them better looking

A lettuce leaf doesn’t make them better looking

Traditional baskets of beans

Traditional baskets of beans

  The Algarve – originally an Arabic settlement called Al Gharb or “the West” – is a massive tourist destination. It’s population trebles in the summer months.  It can be hard to find places that aren’t developed, but there are some that we have found so far – like Ferragudo, a little fishing village and the hillside retreat of Silves.

Ferraguda fishing village

Ferragudo fishing village

Looking across from little Ferraguda to vast Portimao

Looking across from little Ferragudo to vast Portimao

Up the hill to Silves

Up the hill to Silves

Down the hill from Silves

Down the hill from Silves

Next week we plan to visit the west coast of Portugal – where record breaking waves are mastered by the brave and crazy on some of the best surfing beaches in the world, battered by the massive Atlantic winds.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KGaNUA-lpAc

The wind and the sun (by the way, it’s still 24 degrees here!) make up another powerful force – renewable energy. Portugal is a leader in green energy provision. In 2005 the government made a pledge to reduce the country’s dependence on fossil fuels. In the first quarter of 2013, the wind, waves and sunshine produced 70% of Portugal’s energy needs. Nice work, Portugal!

Portuguese power houses - wind and solar

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A tale of two cities

 

What often happens when religion and architecture come together?  You can get the most stunning creations and at the same time, you can also get the worst possible behaviour..

Perhaps the history of two of Southern Spain’s most significant buildings can be summed up with the opening line of Charles Dickens’s novel “Tale of Two Cities” – “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness….” Our two cities are Cordoba and Seville. Both are home to UNESCO World Heritage sites – one celebrates its Arabic origins and trumpets the culture that built such an incredible place and the other, quite literally attempted to bury many of the signs of its Arabic history. Cordoba in the 10th century was the most populous city in the world – between 500,000 to a million souls. The Moors, who had overrun the Christians, who had overrun the Romans (stop me if this is sounding all too familiar in these times!) had developed the city into a centre of learning, culture, economics and politics, with the world’s biggest library, holding up to a million texts. In the city centre had stood the christian Church of St Vincent. The Moors bought half the church from the Christians and proceeded to develop and extend the site into what was to become one of the most important examples of Arabic architecture in the world – the Great Mosque of Cordoba. Centuries later, when the Christian armies over-ran the city they naturally reclaimed the Mosque at the same time. It seems that victory wasn’t, and apparently still isn’t enough. Even as we toured the building all these centuries later, official guides could be heard earnestly telling the tourists that this really is a Christian place – not Muslim at all. The Islamic Council of Spain has even asked the Vatican for permission to jointly worship there and has been repeatedly refused. There were 856 columns in the original mosque, carved from jasper, marble, onyx and granite. Today you can see where newer columns were literally built against them in plain stone to subsume the original.

Contrast this with the inscriptions above the entrance archway of the Reales Alcazar, or Royal Palace, in Seville. While one announces in Spanish that the building’s creator was ‘the very high, noble and conquering Don Pedro, by the grace of God king of Castila and León,’ another proclaims repeatedly in Arabic that ‘there is no conqueror but Allah.’ Now the oldest royal palace still in use, it was originally built as a Moorish fort in 913. It too has been extended and altered over the centuries by a myriad of Christian kings and noblemen, but its Muslim heritage is preserved and celebrated. Both have done a fine job in creating one of the most beautiful places we have ever seen. And it is dripping in history. From the Maiden’s Courtyard, through to the The Admiral’s Hall was where Ferdinand Magellan, Amerigo Vespucci and Juan Sebastian Elcano planned their world trips and cartographer Juan de la Cosa crafted the first world map. Down the hallway was the site of Columbus’s meeting with the king and queen having returned from the “newly discovered” lands – depicted in paintings that still hang on the ancient walls. It is a celebration of all history, not a distortion of its parts and that makes it all the more beautiful.

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Strength, valour, sharks and rice

We have been travelling for three months now and have seen many and varied things – old, new, weird and wonderful – and all of it has been great fun. After leaving Mallorca, the next leg on our journey of discovery took us through some of the ancient cities of southern Spain – Valencia, Cordoba and Seville. This is the first of three short blogs we’ll be posting in the coming days about our visits to each of them. Their histories are fascinating, although they all have a recurring theme of being great Moorish cities and districts; centres of learning, excellence, art and culture… until various christian kings of Spain came along and literally in some case, wrecked it all. We took the ferry from Mallorca to Valencia. It was a bright and sunny 250km sail that we were able to part-share with Geoff’s sister 17,000km away in Australia, thanks to the wonders of wifi and Skype!

Melbourne, Melbourne, this is Mallorca calling

Melbourne, Melbourne, this is Mallorca calling

Valencia is the largest commercial port in the Med, and the third largest city in Spain.

Valencia harbour

Valencia harbour

It is also credited as the birthplace of paella.

The home of paella

The home of paella

Steeped in history, Valencia’s Roman name of “Valentia” means “strength” or “valour” and has one of the largest “historical districts” of any Spanish town. Maybe we are getting spoiled or complacent about happenings in centuries past, but we decided to spend the bulk of our one day in Valencia exploring the modern, not the ancient. But we aren’t just being contrary. If you do a Google Images search on Valencia it is the more recent spectacular architecture which dominates the results – the Ciutat de les Arts i les Ciències or City of Arts and Sciences. The complex of modern architecture, spaces, bridges and gardens ribbons its way along the dry riverbed of the city’s Turia River and includes the science museum, landscaped walkways, an opera house, a planetarium and the oceanographic park. We spent a lot of our time in the shark house, watched as Foucault’s Pendulum progressed through space and admired our own internal workings in the Science Museum, so we really did go back to ancient times after all – as much as 400 million years back to be precise! Enjoy our modern take on an old master:  

 

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Inside the mind of a genius

In the middle of one of the busiest cities in Europe stands a 130 year old building site..

The world's most beautiful building site

The world’s most beautiful building site

 

Towers within towers

Towers within towers

It doesn’t really fit in with any of the surrounding architecture;  it doesn’t really fit in with anything, but we love this place and the brain of the man who conceived it. Despite its age, the Sagrada Familia is not a relic from the past, but a thriving, functioning monument to greatness– that won’t be finished for another 20 years – a hundred years after its creator died.

Seemingly chaotic, but every detail accounted for

Seemingly chaotic, but every detail accounted for

Work began on the Sagrada Familia in 1882, but it was when Antoni Gaudi took over the following year and changed much of the original design, that this monument to nature, mathematics and sheer brilliance started to slowly take shape.

How did he even imagine it

How did he even imagine it

At first glance there is no logic to the angles and curves, no discipline to the design with lines, bends, circles, ellipses and every other shape imaginable. But once you have marvelled at how anyone could even begin to think of such a construct, go down into the museum and be blown away by the explanations of the genius of his thinking and methods; the pure logic of the mathematics; the lessons learned from nature and the unique creations of his own, and suddenly it makes sense and becomes even more beautiful than it was already.

Electic and functional design

Electic and functional design

Different colours for different functions - all stunning

Different colours for different functions – all stunning

A forest of columns holding up the sky

A forest of columns holding up the sky

Beauty and genius wherever you look

Beauty and genius wherever you look

Even though it is still only half complete, it is already a UNESCO World Heritage site – one of seven World Heritage sites created by Gaudi.

Park Guell - another of Gaudi's creations

Park Guell – another of Gaudi’s creations

The famous lizard of Park Guell

The famous lizard of Park Guell

Everyone's park

Everyone’s park

Gaudi gargoyles

Gaudi gargoyles

Tragically and perhaps ironically for the creator of this and other fantastic visual feasts, it was the shabby way Gaudi looked that meant he died alone and uncared for, with less than 20% of his masterpiece complete. In his later years Gaudi had started to dress like a poor workman most of the time and rarely carried money or ID. On his way to the church one morning in 1926 he was hit by a tram. Mistaken for a tramp, he was untended in hospital and died days later from injuries that might well have been treatable. Our photos do no justice to Gaudi and the builders and designers who came after him, but we are sharing them with you anyway.

Many thanks to Cindy Baxter for also drawing our attention to a fantastic sixty second video that shows how it will look when completed. 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RcDmloG3tXU

If that whets your appetite some more, then you can also take a virtual tour here:  http://www.sagradafamilia.cat/sf-eng/docs_instit/vvirtual.php?vv=1

But nothing beats being there – if you get the chance then grab it!

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Adios Mallorca

We have spent nearly a month living in Mallorca. We didn’t intend to stay so long, but we were having fun, enjoying good company with our friends Richard and Sandra Pearson. We were also generously lent an apartment by fellow former Greenpeace sailor Shaun Naylor (thank you again Shaun!), so what the hell.

Mallorca is the largest of the Balearic Islands of Spain. It was first settled between 6,000 – 4,000 BC and almost ever since has been fought over, occupied, claimed and reclaimed by Romans, Turks, Moors, Christians, Catalans, Spainish nationalists, fascists and republicans.

But by far the biggest invasion was last year – 25 million tourists filled the island, swelling its 800,000 local population. Around 80% of employment on Mallorca is tourist related.

Our mini-incursion didn’t always follow the usual tourist trails. We did some sailing on Richard and Sandra’s boat Dragonfly – if you are ever in Mallorca then book a charter, it’s wonderful;  some extreme gardening; some touring and some lazing around. Geoff pulled down and dug up trees with his bare hands, we bought what must surely be the world’s biggest onion, saw glorious sunsets and great goats!  Here are some of our Mallorca memories..