Occasionally Human

Brava on the Costa

elisse — 2008-08-14 10:28:45

We went camping.
Thanks to Hayden accidentally bringing back 2 tents from London (he thought one was the fly); the Tim, the Angela, the Me, Hayden and Daniel and Mai went up north to the Costa Brava - lovely beaches, lots of wind-surfing and piles of Dalí.
Not only did we manage to get the tent up without drama (thanks Cat!!), the boys rigged an interesting solution to the new tent that Mai and Daniel ended up with: no poles, no covers, nothing more than what looked like an inside 'doorway' into other tent-rooms.
So we got some sun, nabbed some fresh orchard apples and had a yummy pizza at this cool place with giant chess AND trampolines! The mosquito bite count ended up pretty standard - Elisse: 23, Hayden: 0

The two of us drove up to Cadaqués - gorgeous fishing town on the most easterly tip of Spain, and home to the Orchestra of Cadaqués, in which my flute teacher Jaime plays and increasingly conducts. It was very pretty and we saw lots of rock-pools and sea urchins, however not a single starfish! I'm no longer convinced they exist in the rest of the world...

Following that, we spent a couple of days with my adoptive Family in a small town near Figueres. They did a very good job of fattening us up with yummy russian food, and we went to see uncle Leo play with his jazz trio at a restaurant. All in all very lovely and relaxing.

Though it doesn't stop there, with the Festa Major de Gràcia starting tomorrow (yep, we've been here a year!), followed by Hayden's family whisking us off to Andorra for a few days. Certainly enjoying this long mediterranean summer!

In Newcastle

hayden — 2008-08-03 05:49:41

Well, that's it, first wedding I've been to for a school friend (or anyone close to my age for that matter). Tank and Paula got hitched yesterday in Sedgefield, County Durham and Evan and I made up the Australian contingent. The two of us left London yesterday morning and hopped on a train up to Durham, where we were staying, checked in and then caught a cab to the church. Much to my surprise our travel arrangements went like clockwork, with the train arriving a mere 2 minutes late into Durham station, acceptable by anyone's standards.

The service was nice and the priest (or father or whatever) had a great sense of humour and a bag full of teacher jokes which kept us all amused throughout the entire service.

The reception afterwards was good fun - the table Evan and I were seating on finally worked out our connection halfway through the meal. We were all the people who knew Tank as Tank, not as Andrew. The tables were all named after places from Winnie the Pooh, we were seated at "Big Stones and Rox". The meal was great and the speeches were amusing, especially Iain's. Jill (Tank's mum) told us that there were some friends who came up from New Quay and thought they had the furthest travelled guest title in the bag, apparently they were a little bit annoyed that Evan beat them by such a large margin.

I've got photos, including a few of Tank, Paula and myself - to prove to you doubters that she does, in fact, exist. For now I'm sitting at the train station in Newcastle (all stations and trains seem to have free wireless now, which is brilliant) and the rain has just stopped, so I'm off to my hostel and then flying back to Barcelona tomorrow morning.

I'll post a selection of the myriad of photos that Evan took when I get back home.

A sad day for all

elisse — 2008-08-01 05:57:05

I am a purist when it comes to chocolate. Since my easter job at Haighs many centuries ago, I will only adhere to the highest quality, mostly dark, and savoured in prime conditions.
Yesterday I sat down to my well-deserved square of dark orange Lindt, which to my horror did not break away from the block. It bowed drunkenly, and proceeded to melt to a sticky brown river in my hands. As much fun as I had licking it up and trying to return the remainders to the packet, it dawned upon me that I would have to resort to the unthinkable: keeping chocolate in the fridge.
So there it is, my lone block of Lindt, next to the spinach and manchego cheese. Perhaps it's high time those swiss took a stroll away from their alpine comfort to see how real people suffer in hot places.

I am Hayden

elisse — 2008-07-15 09:42:55

The Domi, the Hayden and I went to stay at a farm in Chianti (vineyard/olive oilery). It's an Agriturismo thing - one of a bunch of Italian farms that have set up a small accommodation bit, and its revenue gets put back into the farm. A brilliant system, especially when it means surprisingly cheap rustic-muffin accommodation for us on a well maintained, GORGEOUS farm and a welcome gift of wine and olive oil. Mmm Mmm!!
So we stayed 3 nights with bleeding gorgeous views of San Gimignano (medieval Manhattan), drank, swam, cooked bolognese and risotto, had Limoncello, panforte, regional cookies and fragoli liquor, bread with olive oil for lunch, that sort of thing. Amazingly we also managed to squeeze in trips to Siena (where they were setting up for the horse race), Monteriggioni, Volterra, and San Gimignano. On our last night we scored an outrageous panoramic-view dinner in San Gim which included Hayden and Dom sharing a Florentine steak (3 fingers thick) and me working through gnocchi with truffles and cheese. Honestly, we couldn't even order a dessert between us.
So after this dreadfully relaxing and stupidly-gorgeous-in-every-way holiday, we drove back to Spain via the scenic route. We went past La Spezia, got lost for lunch somewhere near Genova, saw Nice (and swam there), Cannes and stayed the night in Toulon. Having managed to drive through the busy delightfully smelly sunday market there (olives, rosemary), we went off to spend the day in Marseille. Didn't see white peugeot taxis, but did climb up to the Notre Dame and had another very enjoyable, panoramic day. We later got caught in a massive traffic jam, and jam of diversion of traffic jam, where we decided to stop off and have a french pizza from a mobile pizza place mid-jam, which was kind of sweet.

So here we are back in Barcelona with lots more wine bottles, a huge hunk of left-over parmesan and Pepe. It doesn't seem like much of a step down, except it's very noisy during the summer nights here, and we are adjusting to some new housemates. Crazy ones, that get up at 5:45am and go for a run, then go back to bed...

Chianti Classico

elisse — 2008-07-10 12:29:15

Armed with a far too general 'map of Europe', I managed to survive the solo drive from Barcelona to Florence. As a bonus I ended up with broken air conditioning: not fun traversing the whole of the south of France in summer, survived an intimidatingly thorough police check, managed a grand detour (my own fault entirely) almost up to Lyon and arrived in San Remo too late for dinner. However, I did arrive in gorgeous San Remo, and had a delicious hazelnut/chocolate gelati whilst observing the cool Italian youths hangin' round their vespas in too-tight pink polo shirts. Damn I'm old..

So I had a lovely time with mummy seeing Florence, Prato, Lucca, Viareggio and Pisa. Highlights included the Uffizi and Academia museums in Florence, swapping my car for an air-conditioned Fiat in Lucca then spending a lovely quiet day there following mum's bargaining for our free parking spot, an INCREDIBLE lunch at a random out-of-the-way restaurant on a windy road (the one with the Panna Cotta), climbing the tower of Pisa and sitting on the roof of the hotel in Prato drinking wine and eating Haighs chocolates (thanks mum!). Oh, and surviving driving into Florence!

Then Hayden came by plane, and we met with the Danni and the Dom. Walking through the streets of Prato (a small, quiet town) on our first night all together, I heard somebody call out "Elisse!"
Who else could it have been but the wayward modeling traveling manscara-wearing Rick (of the Josh and Rick fame) who happened to be dating a Monash lass that had already had a lecture from my mother. Yarrrr
So we did some things together which Hayden can tell you all about because I'm off to eat my two fresh custard tarts from the Portuguese shop!

What €10 will buy you

hayden — 2008-06-24 03:51:03

On Saturday night Elisse and I went to see Camille playing at the Palau Mùsica. It was absolutely incredible. Firstly the Palau itself is quite spectacular and although we didn't have the best seats in the place we could see most of the stage and were very close (just very high up).

Camille came on stage with her ensemble, which consisted of a pianist, 2 beatboxers and 4 singers. The singers were incredible in themselves and Camille used them like a sampling machine, singing a beat and then just pointing at them and they continued it while she moved on to the next layer.

The set was intense, it was more or less 2 hours of non-stop music, with Camille jumping about and dancing through the whole thing. By the end of it Elisse and I were in awe and had a lot of trouble saying more than, "wow, that was incredible", for the next half an hour.

And to top it all off, being in Europe as we are, the tickets were only €10 each.

Home is where the Heat is

elisse — 2008-06-20 06:42:46

After almost 11 months living in Barcelona, I finally feel totally at home here. Here are some of the reasons.
- I know the whereabouts of the local uber alternative/organic supermarket
- I'm familiar with the tiny street with all the wild second hand clothes shops
- I know how long it takes the hot sun to burn my fair skin
- I know where to source fresh cream, halva, harissa and sun-dried tomatoes (it wasn't easy...)
- I'm adept at using the bicing system
- No matter how hippy I decide I'll be in the morning, I've never felt out of place in the streets. There's always more dreads, peircings, tattoos and legging-skirt-pants in a 5m radius than I could ever collect
- I know that a real paella does not contain chorizo

I'm a number, not a name

hayden — 2008-06-17 14:56:09

I finally got my "tarjeta de extranjeros", otherwise known as a NIE, today. Which is very exciting. As in exciting enough to write a post about.

¡Hostia!

hayden — 2008-06-15 23:46:05

This morning I was leaving our bedroom, having just got dressed, when I heard Juan yell, "¡hostia!", and then some form of crash, in more or less that order (Juan is Spanish so he rightfully gets upside-down question marks).

Firstly, let's rewind. Earlier in the week some people came to fix our lack of water pressure in the shower. We seem to more or less have hot water, but the pressure in the shower had dropped so much, somewhere along the way, that it didn't start up the water heater. We were told they needed to replace the pipes going to the shower, and that it could be done in 2 days.

So after a lot of clacking, clanking and so forth I came to see what had been done, seeing boxes about I thought the water heater had been replaced. What had actually happened, was that a water pump had been installed, figuring water pressure was the problem, the water pressure had been increased. Unfortunately the thing makes a racket so we quickly started turning it off whenever we weren't actually using the shower. This more or less brings us up to...

This morning I was leaving our bedroom, having just got dressed, when I heard Juan yell, "¡hostia!", and then some form of crash, in more or less that order (Juan is Spanish so he rightfully gets upside-down question marks).

I rushed into the bathroom to discover Juan trying to halt the flow of water coming out from under out sink. Turns out the water pressure had been a little too much for our antiquated fittings and one of them had cracked and the hose going from the wall to the (hot) tap for the sink had broken. So we had boiling hot water spewing into the bathroom.

The one thing I didn't mention was that the plumbers (if they are actually plumbers) had taken the tap out of the pipe that cuts the apartments water and replaced it with a stopper promising to be back the next day to replace it. We had no way of turning off our water.

So now Elisse and I are waiting at home for the next catastrophe, we've had the water to the whole building cut and, worst of all, I've run out of coffee.

Cloudy with a chance of showers

elisse — 2008-06-07 10:39:48

This afternoon we had a major breakthrough - I enjoyed my first warm shower in 4 days! Then it fell down.

Recently our apartment has started to crumble around us. After 8 months of relative peace, the washing machine began disgorging relentlessly upon every use, by contrast our toilet stopped flushing entirely and we were filling up a bucket every time we wanted to go. Shortly after, water started dripping from the toilet roof, followed by bits of roof which would land on you in a white puff when you were sitting there peacefully. Then the building inspectors deemed our balcony mortally unsafe, and we've had to remove the three plants we had out there (rosemary, jasmine and basil). Then our hot water started playing up.

The guy who came to look at it was talking about something wrong with the water pipe that ran next to the oven - clearly a gas pipe. He then started to mess around with the shower, which resulted in screwing it up even more and since then we could only get a 1-stream trickle out of it - too little to kick in the water heater, even if it worked. Washing my hair in the sink is not so bad, but by god you miss a hot shower when you don't have one.
In the meantime our landlady bought us a 'solar shower' - basically a big plastic bag you fill with warm water that falls out in a controlled stream. Having nowhere to hang the thing, we put it on the shower rails, and it was fine for me, then fell down taking the shower rails with it during Hayden's attempt.
So it's all been a bit of fun and games.
At least with the current mad sun/stormy weather we can count on some sort of daily showers..

It's all their fault

hayden — 2008-06-05 10:54:41

Since I now work from home in Barcelona, I can sometimes be a little out of the loop regarding what's going on back in London. Of course the All Staff internal mailing list sometimes brings in more interesting information than how much cake available is that I can't get to. I got this one today, sent by Ed (one of my IT cohorts).

An unexploded World War II bomb unearthed in Bromley-By-Bow is being disposed of tonight. This will cause serious disruption on the following train lines until at least tomorrow afternoon:

[snip] boring train timetable information [/snip]

Expect the disruption to last until tomorrow afternoon, unless the bomb is accidentally triggered. In that case you'll be able to phone up with the best excuse ever:

"I can't come into work today, the train line's been destroyed by the Nazis"

Perhaps we should extend this to, the best excuse ever if you're under 70, but seeing as that's over retirement age I think it's safe.

I'm Going to CANADA!!!

elisse — 2008-06-02 16:31:38

woooooooo000 I'm going to CANADA!!!!!!!

¡Fin de Curso - Nivel Cuatro!

hayden — 2008-05-31 05:47:20

We had a party last night, celebrating (amongst other things) Elisse finishing her level four Spanish course and, of course, our getting a BBQ. And we well and truly broke it in last night, I spent at least 2 hours of the party standing over BBQ cooking, it was fantastic.

Sitting around the kitchen this morning, we took a guess and figure there were about 30 people there last night. We had lots of people from Elisse's class, as well as a few people from my Spanish class and even a few friends from uni rocked up.

All in all another successful terrace party, and now we've got a BBQ too. Pictures to follow.

La Barbacoa

hayden — 2008-05-28 04:42:31

We moved our internet line at work today, which is no mean feat given some of the servers had already moved and were pointing at a different router, which had to be rectified before we could actually do the move. I'm obviously not in the office and I was freaking out a little that it would all go tits up and I wouldn't even be able to connect to try and fix it. It wasn't the likely hood of problems that I was worried about, but the consequences if there were some.

Anyway, far more importantly, just before we started our new BBQ arrived (una barbacoa en castellano). So if I can find one of those irritating gas bottle guys today we might be able to test it out tonight.