Impressions of Europe

Wednesday, January 03, 2018

Edingburgh

Wow. What a beautiful city. Just like I imagine old European cities with their age visible on the walls. History, breathing, living. Of course, it's not all old but the parts that are look it. Recently a lot of cities have cleaned up their old buildings, kind of taken the age off of them. Maybe it's because my image and memory of Europe is from the books I would look at as a kid, and that first trip to Paris in 88. It's New York City when I was young, when the streets were dirty, the Subway was really loud and people weren't as kind. I don't miss that but there's a certain charm to that old NY, not the Disney version that it's kind of become.
So, walking through Edinburgh I got some of those vibes, of the NYC I remember.

Got a chance to play in some pubs with my friend Karel. The music scene over there seems to be vibrant at all levels. All pubs and bars seem to have live music of some sort any night of the week. People seem to appreciate it all.

It was a lovely 5 days over there, weather not too bad actually for December. Would like to visit again soon, maybe nearing the end of Spring. Those greens must really pop over there.

Monday, December 11, 2017

December 2017

Ok, so I started this blog in 2006 and after posting a lot, have rarely continued. But, I've been to a lot of cool places. 10 years ago actually went on tour in Poland with my band JLS. We visited Krakow, Warsaw and other cities. It was cold, it snowed, it was fun.
I've been to Slovakia a few times now, and Berlin twice in 2015. Some cities in Switzerland, and other town and cities in Germany, Paris a few times. But the place I mostly go to in general is the Pyrenees.
Let's see if I start updating this blog more frequently with stories about the places I've visited and also local events here in Zaragoza.

Welcome back.

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Living in Spain 1

I've been living in Zaragoza since March 2006, leaving a few times to either NY, Amsterdam or Santo Domingo. The city has been generous to me, I have a life here and if I choose to stay, it will feel like home. But the truth is that after spending 3 years in Huecco's band as guitar player and traveling all over Spain, I've come to realize that I'm not amazed anymore, nor intrigued by much that I see here. Perhaps it's sad that I stopped writing about my experiences and impressions of Europe, I could have seen the progression of my feelings, how I've become a bit jaded, perhaps even bored. Maybe it's because of the economic downturn, or maybe it's because I chose to live in Spain.

Spain. My impression of it, after being here for 4 years is that, in a lot of ways, this country is very much a divided country. It's people constantly find ways to trip themselves up. Little wonder that until this summer, when the Spanish National Soccer team won the world, failure was expected in international competition. Alberto Contandor's recent troubles aside, Spain is currently at the top of most sports. Spanish athletes are bringing glory and passion, taking minds a bit off of all the economic problems.
What the numbers don't usually reveal is that there's a double economy here. Living here has made me, incredibly, understand the arguments against so much gov't intervention in the US. People here feel entitled to everything, is the impression that I get. People may be on unemployment and have a second job that is off the books, meaning that they are receiving unemployment benefits illegally. Yes, some will argue, but unemployment is not free, it comes from the high taxes everyone pays. That's true to a point, but people here find a way to game the system.
And I won't get into the subsidies. I can't believe how much crap gets subsidized.
The one thing I always wondered when I first got here, was how people managed to make ends meet earning a measly 1000 euros a month. Well, little by little I found out. I'm 42 and can say that I left my home in NY when I was 17, 18 and went to live with relatives in Santo Domingo, but I was pretty much on my own. In fact, where I come from people look forward to leaving home at 18.
Well, I was surprised to find out how many of the people who were in my new circle of friends still lived with their parents, people in their mid to late 20's, some in their early 30's.
Then there were those who shared a flat with others. I later joined that group and currently belong to it. I tried to live on my own, but frankly couldn't make ends meet. My options were get a smaller aparment in shittier neighborhood or keep it and share it. I chose option 2. It hasn't been a bad thing, but it's made me understand how people manage.
The thing with Spaniards, at least the sense I get, is that conformity is rampant. People are content to have their jobs, be able to take a vacation, maybe pay off a mortgage ( not so easy anymore, but a couple of years ago, before the real estate bubble burst, everyone was buying with almost nothing down).
Kids today say they are more prepared but that they're parents had it easier to get a house or apartment, which is true. In Franco's Spain most everyone was afforded, what is now a luxury, the possibility of OWNING their home. Or so I'm told. The truth is that young Spaniards are finding it tough to get good jobs for which they've prepared themselves, few get married young or have kids, simply because they can't afford it.
Still I feel that too many people rely on the government to solve everything. They place blame for the lack of jobs, the lack of financial support for certain institutions, the subsidy for this or that. I think a lot of money gets wasted here. Even at local levels. One just has to look to see the things the government of Zaragoza spends money on.
And the amount of regulations for everything, cutting both ways.
Say the Tobacco law. Smoking is prohibited indoors in many European countries since at least 3 or 4 years ago. Not Spain! They gave businesses the choice: You can either be smoking or non-smoking if your bar meets this certain criteria for space. Now if you exceed that criteria, you have to divide the bar into a smoking and non smoking section. That meant dividers, independent air conditioning, filtration etc. Now that smoking will be banned next year, the people that invested in dividing up their business are up in arms. Those half-measures hurt them. So it's an indecisiveness that has hurt.
That indecisiveness permeates a lot of Spanish society. People get caught up in crap about who's sleeping with whom, where someone got their fortune, etc.

The one thing I can say about Spain is that they know how to party, how to enjoy life. Friends and family are important, people like to talk face to face, go out for a night on the town, socialize.
It's what keeps a city like Zaragoza alive, with so many bars, and rarely do you see one empty.


More on this in my next post.

Sunday, January 14, 2007

Bike @ Rest


Bike @ Rest, originally uploaded by Leo el Feo.

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Paris


Paris, originally uploaded by Leo el Feo.

Thursday, November 02, 2006

Amsterdam morn


Amsterdam morn, originally uploaded by Leo el Feo.

Juana - Amsterdam Journal 3


Juana, originally uploaded by Leo el Feo.

Oct. 20, 2006

Today's Lili's birthday. She's been on my mind all day, ... well she's always on my mind, but she's been spectacularly present this week.
I went to the ballet with Michele to pick up Juana. Spent a great part of the morning riding around Amsterdam on her. Visited Oosterpark.
Worked out for a little while there. Didn't have my camera with me, so I was just riding and making mental notes of the places I want to see again. There are some very nice sights to the east of the city. Finally made my way back to the area of the ballet, cause I was in a bit of pain between my legs, I hadn't ridden a bike since I left the DR, and the seat was in an unconfortable position and angle.
I went to the vendors who are at the front part of the entrance to the ballet, but they didn't have the specific tool for my seat. By chance, Laura and her mom were passing by and told me that they had bought the bikes (Michele's is named Juana and Laura's is named Chavela.) around the back of the theater.
I took Juana there and they fixed the seat up for me. I told the guy "I'm in pain, could you change the angle of the seat and raise it a little."
As he's doing it he tells me, "Now balls will not hurt." jajaja

Anyway they fixed it alright. I was riding really comfortable and came to the house to do some writing and eat a little something.
I went out again to meet Michele at 3pm but she told that she had to rehearse til 5:30. Went and did some more riding and took some more pictures.Passed by a spot where some chef guy was giving out Tomato soup. Guess he has a TV show or a book or something. The presentation was interesting. Plastic tomatoes with a star carved into them served as the bowls and there were many people there. Big letters on the ground, cameras, a couple of vans, all with the tomato and star motif.

Received a phone call from my mom in NY. She wanted to tell me to remember Lili's birthday. I was happy to hear from her and that her treatments had been going well. I happened to be in the Red light district at that moment taking some pictures for Pablo and an article he was going to have published in some magazine in the DR. Went to Soup En Zo and tried another of the soups.
On my way back to meet up with Miche at the ballet, I was rushing up a street, with some traffic when I heard something smash behind me. All of a sudden a car pulls up next to me with what appeared to be two young dutch arabs, and the driver says to me "you! Motherfucker. It cost me a mirror to not hit you!" He apparantly had scraped his right rearview mirror against a parked vehicle, while trying to avoid me, which seemed like bullshit to me. Anyway, I took off my headphones and said "Sorry". He said "motherfucker..." , I kinda laughed it off and kept riding to the ballet. Then walked the bike to theather cause all of a sudden it hit me that there are some nuts out there who don't give a shit that Amsterdam is a city full of bikes. The ones I've seen who disrepect this appear to be foreigners or of foreign descent. For a moment I thought they might be doing that because since tecnically I'm a tourist, they might get some money from me.
I decided I would try to be a little more careful out on the streets, just in case.
I picked Miche up, we went to the supermarket. Afterwards I walked her to her therapy session. She needed some acupunture cause her neck was a little messed and she would be dancing the next day.
Talked a little about Lili, and her birthday.
Strange day indeed.

(note: Some of this I'm writing memory. I jot down some things one day, and then another. Looking through the pictures I took on the 20th I realized that I did a lot and saw many things that day. I've never been good at keeping a journal. My journals are more hindsight than actual moment.)

Friday, October 27, 2006

Amsterdam Journal 2


PA190198.JPG, originally uploaded by Leo el Feo.

Oct. 19, 2006

Spent the day taking pictures. Amsterdam is a bounty of photo ops. I usually want to take a picture of everything. I look one way, point to the other; so many options.
Walked Michele to the ballet at around 9:45 am and took off from there. Visited Dam which I had done yesterday, but without my camera. This time around walked along Rokin. Had Miche's Ipod with me playing Sabina and then (gasp!), James Blunt. He's alright. It's a live show and it sounds just fine. Some of his songs are actually very good although he gets kind of repetitive and cliche.
Picked Michele up at the ballet at around 1pm and we went to eat something. Wound up going to the supermarket where a dominican girl from San Pedro was the cashier. We bought wine, steaks and a couple of other things.
Went to a pub right before, and I had a draft Heineken which was good.

Then in the house saw a couple of episodes of Grey's Anatomy ( Miche and Laura have 2 seasons on DVD) while Miche napped. Can't believe how little gravitas some of the actor's voices carry. I mention this because I've only seen the show recently in Spain, dubbed in spanish, and found the actress that plays Meredith Gray absolutely stunning, but I didn't know how much that had to do with the voice of the actress who dubs her. When I finally heard the "mimi" voice that she has... uffff. It was a bit of a letdown. I guess it would take getting used to. So definetely, voice and timbre have a lot to do with how we relate to characters on a screen.

Michele cooked a steak for me, and put chili on it. Jejeje, The entire house all of a sudden got a bit acrid, and we all started to cough or sneeze. Had to open all the windows. It was good. Ate it with a nice Bordeaux. ( There are only two types of wines, Red and bad. El tinto y el malo.)
Afterwards, walked Miche to the ballet where she was gonna catch the show,to see some of her friends performing. So I went to take night pictures.
There was a copter hovering over the city. Apparently there had been an incident near Dam involving a police officer. Don't know exactly what happened, but it made me think that Amsterdam is, after all, a city, like any other.
Had a good time taking night pics and made some mental notes for places I have to visit at night, cause my battery was running really low.
Met up with Miche again at 10:45 and we went home.
I fell asleep at around 12, I was so tired. Slept almost straight through until 8am. Construction noises in the back of the house awakened me.