Spain & SW France - Spring 2016 - Part I

This and the next few blogs are a narration of our group's experiences this past May. It is a work in progress and will be published at intervals, so tune in to read this account and get a good glimpse of the ins and outs of my guided tours.

Barcelona: In front of the Magic Fountain and the Catalan Museum of Archaeology, Montjuic. 

Barcelona: In front of the Magic Fountain and the Catalan Museum of Archaeology, Montjuic. 

The inception of GWF's 2016 Spain & Southwestern France Guided Tour came about several years ago. The tour waited on a list of exciting itineraries I plan on undertaking in the next decade. So many countries, so many cities and villages to explore, one more beautiful and unique than the other...So many dishes and wines to savor!

 

Spain & SW France Travel Blog - Part I

This was our first tour to Spain and Southwestern France, even though we have been to France at least 10 times since we started traveling with groups.

Our Itinerary:

To keep our travel time down to two weeks, the itinerary started in Barcelona; we worked our way up through wine country of the Catalunya region (Northeast), then crossed over into France. There, we visited world-renowned Carcassonne: A quintessential medieval walled citadel on a hill, overlooking the Aude river and its lower town. We continued to Roquefort-sur-Soulzon, village whose name is on every piece of Roquefort cheese around the world. We crossed the Aveyron and Lot departments to spend a couple of days in Conques, one of the main pilgrimage stops on the Way of St James of Compostela (le chemin de St-Jacques de Compostelle). Heading west towards the Atlantic coast, we followed the Dordogne river which gives its famous name to this area speckled with extraordinary villages, and visited Rocamadour as well as the prehistoric cave reproductions of Lascaux II. St Emilion village and its wineries welcomed us for two days in which we canvassed the picturesque and elegant village, and toured two different wine domains-châteaux: A small family operation and a large château with a grand export operation. Our group's last destination was the nearby city of Bordeaux, known for centuries, if not millennia, for its classy and classic wines.

Note: You can also find the shortened itinerary under Itinerary/Guided Tours. Scroll all the way down to find it and to view a few more photos.

Barcelona: Inside Parc Guell, in front of Gaudi's Museum-House

Barcelona: Inside Parc Guell, in front of Gaudi's Museum-House

Our Group:

Our group included 6 of our faithful travelers, then my husband (as he says: “Cristina's best client”), and myself as guide/escort. Four out of six of our participants had traveled on our very first adult tour in 2008, back when I was a teacher and had travel arrangements done through another company. Our other two travelers were inaugurating their 3rd trip with us since 2012. I feel blessed and honored that our travelers-turned-friends enjoy our itineraries and travel style so much as to join us on almost every one of my adult tours. Thank you, friends!

This being one of our smaller groups and with experienced travelers, I could build more flexibility and free exploration into the tour to allow for more personal preferences in activities and restoration.

 

Barcelona:

Our tour began at a majestic hotel just a 5-minute walk from La Rambla. This hotel is a historic palace which was Lady Dorotea de Chipotea's home (since 1870) and has been used as a set for a number of movies and TV series.

Our group began its activities with a walking tour of Barri Gótic led by our historian Tanya. We meandered through the narrow streets of this medieval district and admired its architectural variety. In some areas, every building is unique in its style while on some large boulevards, massive 19th century buildings tell of the city's stylish and elegant past while maintaining a traditional atmosphere in the streets. Learning the history of a city is essential in gaining appreciation of what is on the surface today. Our 2-hour guided visit ended in front of la Boquería, a large covered historic market where one can feast on colors and scents of fresh fruit, produce, cooked Tapas, and seafood.

We were planning on eating dinner at a Tapas stand, but since we arrived when they were closing, we found a restaurant nearby – El Taller de Tapas - that would serve our very first tapas. We were quickly welcome and seated, served Sangría, and a number of tapas were ordered. After lots of photos of our colorful food (!!), some of it with eyes staring back at us (paella!), we dug into then with gusto. It was a delicious and satisfying way to end our first day together in Spain. Even though this was a franchised restaurant, we found the food to be fresh and quite tasty and the service to be of the friendliest.

The next couple of days took us to the Basílica de la Sagrada Familia designed by Gaudí, Casa Milá-la Pedrera, Plaça de Espanya with adjacent Montjuïc and the Magic Fountain, Parc Güell (pronounced Park-gway), Gaudí's House Museum, and many others in between, riding the Bus Turístic to get around as well as to just ride along and get an audio-guided overview of the city at large.

 

The weather in Barcelona was quite agreeable, 68 F and sunny or partly cloudy. Most locals still donned their black spring coats, scarves and boots, while tourists from cooler climates enjoyed wearing short sleeves or light jackets.

It was everyone's first time in Barcelona, including mine. It's amazing what can be accomplished in terms of study, exploration, and preparation from afar, but putting it all in practice on location is what truly cements knowledge, experience, and appreciation. All 8 of us absolutely loved Barcelona in all respects.

And now, for my point of view: Barcelona is an unpretentious city with a classic yet eclectic core. It is a city of architectural coexisting contrasts, more so than I found in other European cities. One could walk by a parade of traditional Italianate buildings to suddenly fall on Gaudí's dragon-looking building, Casa Battló. Gaudí's architecture is eye-popping and surprising; his new and different take on architecture and art set the tone all over the city. In Barcelona, Gaudí rules. Alongside his eccentric and shocking buildings,1 9th century large-scale buildings in neutral tones line boulevards. I did not expect that at all. Somehow I was surprised to find the same traditional traits that characterize Milano or Rome's massive residential buildings. However, it's this mix of history, tradition, and defiance of either that gives Barcelona its character. Gaudí made Barcelona unique. Another thing that I found extraordinary in how the city displays its pride of this artist, is that the cement tiles that line much of the downtown area are reproductions of Gaudì's own ceramic tile designs. Just look down as you stroll in front of El Corte Inglés or through La Rambla...Gaudí is everywhere.

 

Figueres:

As we left the city, our first stop in Catalunyan country was Figueres (pronounced Fee-Gay-Ress), small city where Dalí's museum is located. The exterior of this building announces, from a distance, its non-conventional art collection by its headdress of giant eggs on the roof.

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Following our museum visit of Dalí's eccentric and expressive art collections, we rushed to our scheduled picnic at a winery nearby. Even if we only had an hour for our rustic picnic in the vineyards, we enjoyed generous servings of local organic products: sausage and cheese, rustic bread, fresh market tomatoes, olive oil, and a bottle of wine per couple! Our short time at the winery was unforgettable thanks to their friendly welcome, the deliciously fresh lunch items, and the high quality of their wines. A few of us purchased a few bottles to take along, but we all ended up ordering additional bottles as we unanimously found it irresistible.

 

Carcassonne:

Back in our minibus, we traveled up the lovely road along the Mediterranean to Carcassonne. Our hotel stood less than 100 feet from the fortified citadel's entrance. We started with a late afternoon stroll of the village within the fortified walls to get our bearings for the next day. Stores were closing, but restaurants and bars were open and welcoming customers for the evening. The citadel and medieval city walls are superbly maintained and renovated in some places. This quiet stroll was a great introduction to Carcassonne intra-muros and a colorful opportunity to capture the sunset over the valley and the newer city laying at its feet. Note that the newer city dates from the 17th century forward and is still picturesque and worth a visit. Its city center is called la Bastide St-Louis.

Our travelers selected their restaurants of choice and regrouped around 10 pm for our walk around and on the city walls. With strategically-placed spotlights, this fortified village gives walkers the impression to have traveled back in time to the 12th century. We found that the best photo op spot is on the west side of the citadel, where there is an opening in the walls and a cobble-stoned road curving downhill, leading to the foot of the wall. Since the Count's castle lays on the west side of the citadel, this spot is the most photogenic of them all.

Maidens awaiting their knights in shining armor at the foot of the Count's Castle - Carcassonne.

Maidens awaiting their knights in shining armor at the foot of the Count's Castle - Carcassonne.

The next day, after a sumptuous breakfast at our hotel, we walked to the Bastide St-Louis for its Saturday farmers' and flower market. It's a good 20-25 minute walk, mostly downhill, which announces a challenging walk in the other direction. A public bus stops near our hotel, by the citadel's entrance, but since it was the weekend, it only ran once an hour. We decided to walk instead. Everyone wandered around Place Carnot, shopped for fresh produce, cheeses, fresh baked bread, homemade sausage etc. to enjoy for lunch after our scheduled wine tasting.

Alexander, the owner of Vins y Vinos, a transplant from the U.K., tutored us in the terroir and characteristics of Languedoc wines. We delighted in 6 wines by small local producers, and packed our leftover wines to enjoy again during our picnic lunch.

At this point, we headed towards the Aude river (pronounced Owed) where a small park lined the river banks, sure that we would find a picnic table or a park shelter for our meal. It turns out there were neither, so we had to sit on a stone bench and on the grass for our al fresco French picnic. I confess it was not a comfortable accommodation for anyone over the age of 25... Our lower backs were aching and restrooms nowhere in sight. All that good wine, those juicy tomatoes, fresh crusty bread, tasty olives, and all that good humor kept our minds off our aches and pains. This must have been the first time we planned a picnic at a park abroad... I learned not to assume to find public services at all parks.

One fun incident that day stayed with me, mostly because I am a rule-abiding individual and would hate to do something wrong even if inadvertently. As we had our 6 open bottles set on the cement bench (open because they were our leftovers from our wine tasting), our farm fresh foods spread out, and we restored ourselves and talked vivaciously, a Frenchman with a child strolled by. The man took a look at us, and with little finger and thumb extended out to represent a bottle and drinking, mimicking a person partying and drinking, he said in English: ”Yeeesss, life is gooood!” I think we all froze for 3 seconds, and in French I asked the man if by any chance it was illegal to drink wine in a park in France. He broke out into laughter and waved my question off with his hand, indicating not to worry about it. We invited him to join in the celebration, but he pointed to the child with him and said “Nooo, thank you...”, as if to say “Yes, I would, but not in front of the child...” Phew! I realized I had not checked if wine was allowed in parks in France. I was glad not to get us all in trouble (check local laws before you do anything!) and that the man was not judgmental towards these English-speaking, life-loving tourists. I wish we would not be seen as tourists, but no matter how we disguise ourselves, people are intuitive and speak English to us even if we are quiet. We will continue to work on that! It's important to be a chameleon when traveling abroad, for safety reasons but also to be able to better observe the welcoming culture without influencing it with our own.

Our return to old Carcassonne was as difficult as scaling the Alps, or so it felt, also because we were in a hurry to drop off our wines and foods to head to the Count's castle for our visit time slot. The citadel's audio-guided tour was excellent and highly recommended. The castle grounds are a must-see, with numerous towers, rooms, scenic views, and gardens. If you do visit Carcassonne, I recommend at least the audio-guided visit and to allow at least 1.5 hours for the castle alone. Also, be ready to scale lots of stairs within the castle walls.

Our tour continued to Roquefort, the viaduct of Millau, Conques, Rocamadour, St-Emilion, and Bordeaux. This blog highlighted GWF's travel style. We hope you will join us in the future!

Cristina's Crêpes

It was always a special day when my mother used to get her rickety old metal skillets and announce we were going to make crêpes. Even back then, in my childhood, I loved all things related to the home (cooking, ironing, decorating, and more), and spending time in the kitchen learning from my mom was a super-special treat. 

Over the years, I rarely made crêpes, but when I was teaching French at our local high school, our French Honor Society used to prepare and sell crêpes at the French table, to promote our classes. This is the recipe I used with students when I was assisting them, and I've made it dozens of times since. It has gotten refined and adjusted and is THE crêpe recipe I stand by.

I hope you will give it a try for a special breakfast, brunch, or afternoon tea or coffee with friends.

Makes 20 small crêpes


Ingredients:     

2 cups of flour

2 eggs

1 1/2 cups of milk

1 cup of water (you can add up to another 1/2 cup to thin the batter, if you wish)

1 tsp of oil 

1 tsp sugar

1 pinch of salt


Instructions:

Mix dry ingredients in a large bowl. Mix the other ingredients in a medium bowl ans whisk until blended. Pour the liquids onto the dry ingredients and mix until combined and smooth. Let sit at room temperature 20-30 minutes, or longer in the refrigerator if necessary.

Heat 2 small skillets on medium heat and pour a few drops of oil in the center to help the first crêpe cook well. You should not need more oil from here on, but this depends on your skillets.

Pour 1/2 a ladleful of batter in the skillet and holding it by the handle, swirl the batter into a round shape by tilting and rotating the skillet to achieve such shape. Crêpes are meant to be thin, so do not pour too much batter at a time. Let cook about 2 minutes; be sure the crêpe edges start to dry and lift a little. To flip it over, you might need to help it along with a spatula. Once loose, try flipping over the crêpe by thrusting it in the air (gently!) with a little spin of the wrist to make the crêpe flip over in the air. Cook another minute until slightly golden. Move crêpe onto a regular dinner plate on which you will stack every crêpe. No need to separate them with wax paper.... They stack well and won't stick.


Notes:

  • Crêpes are very easy to make and you don't need special or fancy tools to make them. This is a job that works best with 2 or 3 skillets at a time and becomes relatively intensive, so do not count on tending to anything else once the skillets are warm.
  • One recipe only makes 20 small crêpes. I suggest you double the recipe to save time. Separate your stacks: Eat some while you cook (someone has to test the quality, no? - those don't count), eat some officially on a plate with a topping, then refrigerate or freeze the rest. To freeze them, wrap small stacks in wax paper, then slip them in a freezer baggie, and mark the date. I recommend you use them within a month or two at most as they will dry out in the freezer. 

Toppings: Sweet or Savory

Traditional toppings of butter and granulated sugar, jam, Nutella, strawberries and whipped cream are tasty, but to follow French Breton traditions, you can also top them with eggs, spinach, onions, mushrooms, Swiss cheese, etc etc. Savory crêpes make a very nice-looking lunch! My mother used to make cannelloni with crêpes instead of pasta tubes, for a very fine and delicate dish.

A vos fourneaux et bon appétit ! 

(At your stoves and...you know the rest!)

 

 

Ferragosto!

Find out what Ferragosto is and how it is celebrated in Sicily and Corsica.

Old Port of Bastia, Corsica, with the bastion visible on the hill on the left. - Photo by C. Sturm.

Old Port of Bastia, Corsica, with the bastion visible on the hill on the left. - Photo by C. Sturm.

Those of you who have traveled to Italy mid-August and found most businesses closed for a good week if not the rest of the month: You know that during Ferragosto, the bulk of Italians se ne vanno al mare, leave their hometowns to toast their skins on a small part of the 9200+ km (5700+ miles) of Italian coastline.

In fact, if you don't plan on shopping, Rome is a pleasure to visit during that time. When my sister and I were there in 2015, we allowed extra time to get to Termini train station by bus. It turned out that on that Monday morning at rush hour, we shared bus 63 with a dozen people and zoomed to the station in a record 20 minutes. A guide once told me she loved Rome in August because there was no road traffic, no grumpy Romans, and many tourists booking her tours.

 

Ferragosto:

According to Richard Overy, author of "A History of War in 100 Battles", the Feriae Augusti festival was introduced by Gaius Octavius "Augustus" after his victory over Mark Anthony at the Battle of Actium in 31 BC. It actually was one of numerous festivals celebrated in August during a resting period after a long summer of hard labor in fields, and before harvest.

Ferragosto begins on August 15 and can go to the end of the month.

 

The religious holiday:

 The Christian Catholic feast of the Assumption of Mary falls on August 15 and coincides with Ferragosto in Italy. It is also celebrated in Corsica as my sister and I found out in person, but only as a national and religious holiday (no Roman festival references). This island was Italian before it was conquered by France in 1769. Consequently, Corsican culture and language still have a strong connection to Italian roots. 


In Sicily:

Paola, Pina, Cristina 

Paola, Pina, Cristina 

Our Sicilian friend Pina whom we met during our genealogical research in Messina shared her festive enthusiasm yesterday and described her busy preparation for the feast.  Pina announced she was ai fornelli (at her stove) preparing the traditional Sicilian Ferragosto meal for her family: 

 

 

The meal:

Bianconero in Pina's refrigerator - Photo by Pina Campanile

Bianconero in Pina's refrigerator - Photo by Pina Campanile

  • Galletto ruspante (free-range rooster)
  • Involtini di pesce spada (stuffed swordfish wraps)
  • Anguria (watermelon)
  • Cannoli siciliani con ricotta spolverati di mandorle tostate (Ricotta-filled cannoli, dusted with toasted almonds)
  • Mattonella or schiumone di gelato alla fragola e nocciola (layered strawberry and hazelnut ice cream cake)
  • Bianconero (whipped cream-filled profiteroles covered with melted chocolate! Literally, the word means "white/black".

 

 

The procession: 

Pina reported that in the evening, everyone in Messina attends and participates in the Ferragosto procession where the "sacred" and the "profane" share attention. View a short video she shot of the procession. Notice the interesting hand-pulled float with choirs of angels and lots of moving parts.

I Giganti a Cavallo (Horse-riding Giants), pulled by many men, in Messina - Photo by Pina Campanile

I Giganti a Cavallo (Horse-riding Giants), pulled by many men, in Messina - Photo by Pina Campanile

The processional float of the Madonna dell' Assunta is pulled by tens of barefoot faithful while thousands of people follow them and pray the Hail Mary in unison. - Photo by Pina Campanile

The processional float of the Madonna dell' Assunta is pulled by tens of barefoot faithful while thousands of people follow them and pray the Hail Mary in unison. - Photo by Pina Campanile


In Corsica:

In the city of Bastia, a solid silver statue of the Virgin Mary weighing about 700 kg (1400 lbs) is housed in the cathedral and is carried by a dozen men on a one-hour loop through the city's old neighborhoods. The procession attracts faithful, tourists, and onlookers by the thousands.

There are a few stops, one of which is in front of St Joseph's church (as seen in the photos above). Priests from this parish, joined by the mayor, stand on the front steps reading a proclamation and giving blessings. The statue of St Joseph holding Jesus is set on the front landing of the church as if to greet the Virgin Mary. This short pause is quite picturesque and spiritual, until fireworks are lit up and shot right there!  Smoke inhalations and debris falling on the crowd were a little worrisome... A scary moment for us cautious Americans. See a short video I shot on location. 

The procession stops one more time when it reaches a point that overlooks the Tyrrhenian Sea. The statue is held facing the water to bestow blessings on fishermen and the sea, provider of life and nourishment for this island community. Eventually, the crowd heads back to the cathedral.

It was very interesting and enriching for us to partake in this Corsican tradition, also imagining our ancestors carrying on this ritual in their village a few centuries ago.

From an American Irish town to Ireland

In the next few weeks I will be discovering Ireland, whose culture is so highly represented in Rosemount, MN, our town, settled by Irish immigrants in 1858. Excitement is building in my mind and in my heart as the prospect of travel always lights a fire in me. Knowing little about the Irish culture past the obvious or stereotypical shamrocks, Leprechauns, Irish dance, and Irish Pubs, I confess I have much to learn. Surely once I return, Shannon Parkway, Connemara Trail, Glendalough Court and the like will mean much more to me than street names in Rosemount.

Months have gone by, learning about Ireland from square one. My trail blazer friends have shared bits and pieces of information and impressions to soak in. Books and Internet have provided me with an education, but learning of Ireland and its people on location will be the best possible course of study.

Anticipation is a big part of any experience. I have fueled enough anticipation to propel me into Ireland ready to absorb sights, culture, music, Celtic language (I am a language junkie!), cuisine, nature, people, and everything in between...Yes, even rain. Another part of this anticipation is that I will share all discoveries with my good friend Françoise who shares my inquisitive attitude towards different cultures. For a few years, when both of us were still teaching, we organized cultural and linguistic Pen Pal exchanges with our respective classes. Some of my students also got to visit her school and town during one of our student group tours to France.

As I love taking pictures with my compact camera and consider it the most important tool during my travels, I am considering bringing a backup camera in case anything happens to it. I could not bear the thought of missing out on any beautiful shots... Photos are the most important (and most convenient) souvenirs one could bring back! 

Rain gear is the other necessity for this trip, something I am not accustomed to (we live in snow land), thanks to the constant shelter of buildings and cars. Time to shop for comfortable, watertight shoes. Got any suggestions?

Going back to research - a task Françoise and I shared - we won't be able to visit it all in just over a week's time. We created our itinerary based on public transportation service since we will not rent a car. Neither of us wished to drive "on the wrong side" :) However, visiting a country by train and bus only is a valuable lesson, especially when coming from a country where we are used to driving ourselves around.

Our itinerary: 

We start with Dublin for a few days; take a day excursion either to Malahide, to Glendalough and the Wicklow mountains, the Hills of Tara, or Newgrange; travel by train to Tralee from which we will book excursions to Dingle town and the Dingle Peninsula. We will then travel to Galway from where we will visit the Burrenthe Cliffs of Moher, and the Connemara area. As we travel back to the Dublin area, we will spend the last night in Dun Laoghaire. By the way, if you didn't know it, this last town is pronounced Dun Lay-rah (or I've even heard Dun Leary! Will have to find out for myself and let you know).

Will surely follow up with more from my Irish experience. Tabhair aire, everyone! (Stay safe and take care!)


Photo Credits: My former French student and good friend of my son's, Mary B., was so very kind to share some of her own beautiful shots, as I don't have my own yet.  Mille mercis, Mary!

 

St Patrick's Church: What is not visible, is the ethereal chant of the boys' choir that was filling the church during the visit.

St Patrick's Church: What is not visible, is the ethereal chant of the boys' choir that was filling the church during the visit.

The Giants Causeway

The Giants Causeway

At Connors' Pub in Doolin, just across the Aran Islands on the west coast 

At Connors' Pub in Doolin, just across the Aran Islands on the west coast 

The Cliffs of Moher

The Cliffs of Moher

Clam Chowder at Connors' Pub in Doolin

Clam Chowder at Connors' Pub in Doolin

Here is a fun dramatization of the different Irish accents.


First Things First

First Things First

The first picture of the Vieux Port (old harbor) of Bastia, Corsica was taken this past summer. My sister Paola and I traveled to explore our ancestry in Sicily and Corsica, and the last stop on this beautiful island was two overnights in the eastern coastal city of Bastia, full of charm, history, and stunning seascapes.

My passion for travel started relatively late as I took international travel a bit for granted as I grew up around the Mediterranean and country-hopped often as a child. It's not until I moved to the United States and that the Mediterranean basin suddenly fell out of easy reach  that I started missing that side of the world.

Teaching French to high school students helped open the travel doors for me... I have thoroughly enjoyed organizing and leading groups of students to the motherland of this beautiful language many times since 2005. Student groups were followed by adult groups and there grew my passion for designing itineraries and researching sites, cities, villages, and everything in between. I find that the fun is in the details. This type of work, where every minute of the day has to be thought of, is quite exciting because it makes me live and relive trips day by day, hour by hour, as I run them through my mind to be sure they are feasible, they flow well, and include a variety of interesting sites and engaging activities.

Well, there is so much to say - I'll leave you with this for now as I plan a possible structure for my blog. There may be some randomness in this plan as I prefer things to be creative and not necessary follow a strict path. After all, the trick to successful travel is being flexible and open to just about anything.

This is only the beginning. A presto!