Friday, 21 October 2016

Granada, you've got me under your spell. Sánchez and Sánchez visit the Moorish capital of al-Andalus



غرناطة (Granada)



 1492 was a busy year for Isabel and Fernando. She was the reigning Queen of Castile and he was King of Aragon. Castile was a far more important place than Aragon and it was Isabel who ´cortaba el bacalao' (was in charge). Fernando had made a fortune from pig farming and the sale of the still famous Teruel hams back in Aragon. Without his money Isabel could not have paid off all her brother Henry's debts or financed the war with Portugal, the Reconquista of Spain and the (unexpected) setting up  of the Spanish Inquistion.

In 1492 these cousins were two years away from celebrating their Silver Wedding and had spent most of their married life fighting somebody or other and grabbing more land as they went. 
At last they could be like a normal mature married couple and have a rest from bashing the Portuguese and biffing the Muslims who still controlled the south of the Iberian Peninsula. The Reconquista of Al-Andalus  which at one time had included most of Spain and Portugal had been going on for 781 years but for the last 250 years or so no Christians had really tried hard to conquer the Emirate of Granada, including  Álora which was severely bashed by modern artillery in 1484 and surrendered). Isabel and Fernando who are known here as  Los Reyes Católicos (The Catholic Kings) only made any effort during the spring and hot summer months, which is probably why it took so long. Nothing gets done here in August even now. 


                                           Al-Andalus in 1000 AD.(the green bit)

                                   Al-Andalus in 1492 (The Kingdom of Granada)
                                   (including Alora)

After ten years of fighting, Isabel and Fernando made a surprise attack in the winter of 1491-92 and won The Battle of Granada In January 1492 Emir Boabdil handed over the keys of the Alhambra Palace to Isabel, the Queen of Castile because she promised that all the Moors (Muslims) could keep their houses, shops and businesses and be free to worship as before. She could almost have called herself a 'one nation queen'. The conquest of Granada paved the way for a united Spain.

                                          Boabdil handing over the keys of Granada.

Emir Boabdil, who was really called Emir Muhammed X11, was in big trouble when his mother found out what he had done. She called him a coward. 'You weep like a woman for what you failed to defend like a man', she said, (according to Washington Irving in 1828). Boabdil didn't have much choice ,really, as all his subjects were revolting , the Alhambra Palace was mortgaged to the hilt and he believed all Isabel's promises. Some people never learn.
 The 'Alhambra Decree' didn't apply to the Jewish population, though, so Isabel, who was a very devout Christian from Ávila (like St.Teresa may have been) set about getting rid of them all or forcing them to become Christians on pain of death. She started on the Muslims  seven years later by ordering all farms and businesses to suppy the names of any foreign-looking workers they were employing  and brought in The Spanish Inquisition to catch any Muslims or Jews who were only pretending to be Catholics (they were after protestants too). We call it 'ethnic cleansing' these days.


One of the ways you could prove you were a Christian was to eat pork, so sales of bacon, pork chops,pork scratchings and ham rocketted. Guess who had the monopoly on supplying pork and pork products.

The Discovery of America

'Who in the world would ever have known
What Columbus could do
If Queen Isabela hadn't hocked her crown
In fourteen ninety-two'.

Jimmy Jones, Good Timin' 1960.


Meanwhile Cristofero Colombo or Cristóbal Colón ( or Chistopher Columbus), an Italian sailor, explorer and 'coloniser'  who had been trying to get sponsorship to indulge his interest in sailing ,saw his chance to raise some cash for a trip to Japan.
He knew that Isabel was short of cash after all those wars and was smarting because she had to let Portugal keep control of the West African trade in gold and slaves so he put this plan to her in Córdoba. He would discover new lands to rob and exploit in exchange for the rank of Admiral of the Ocean Sea and the post of Viceroy and Governor of all the lands he could grab for Spain plus 10% of the profits.
At first the Catholic Church tried to scupper his chances with Isabel by insisting that the Earth was flat  but most people by then didn't believe that old story and Queen Isabel saw a chance of cashing in on wealth from new territories and breaking into the profitable spice trade with Asia.
She agreed to sponsor him and later Spain colonised all of Central and South America.(except Brazil...those damned Portuguese again). The deal was signed in Santa Fe, just outside Granada, where you can buy delicious piononos at a shop called Ysla. (12€ a dozen!!.)
Not bad for a year's work, Liz. Naturally Fernando took all the credit.



                                           Piononos from Santa Fe  (yum yum)

'They all laughed at Christopher Columbus
When he said the world was round'

George and Ira Gershwin 1937

By May Columbus had got his deal and by August he was off to discover America which was already inhabited by lots of people who were getting on quite well without him, thank you very much. In October, with a following wind, he landed at  Guanahani which is in the Bahamas now. He renamed it San Salvador and thought he'd reached India. Many people think he made a mistake landing in the Bahamas but he never paid a peseta in  Income Taxes for the rest of his life so, as the song goes, 'Who's got the last laugh now?'
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Granada has a big statue of Isabela and Columbus in La Plaza de Isabel la Católica and the main street in Granada is the Gran Vía de Colón but the city can't compete with Sevilla in the Columbus stakes. Sevilla has his body in the cathedral (or his brother's) and it's where he learnt about navigation. If he'd completed the course he might have gone the right way to Japan.

Last  Monday, Mrs. Sánchez and I set out for a couple of nights in Granada.

The city is dominated by the Sierra Nevada, which some people think is in the USA. Granada is famous for The Alhambra Palace (الْحَمْرَاء‎‎ which was completed in 1333 and used as Isabela's royal palace after 1492. It's amazing that the Reyes Católicos didn't knock it down and build a church on the site which is what they did almost everywhere else. Instead Isabel's grandson Charles V built a big ugly palace slap bang in the middle of it (see picture above). The Alhambra, which was really a small town, was occupied by French troops under Marshall Soult in 1812 who set about blowing it up when he was forced to leave. It was saved by the bravery of an invalided Spanish soldier, José García,  who threw himself across the line of gunpowder and saved what you can see today. A lot of Spaniards still dislike the French for what Joseph Bonaparte  did to them in La Guerra de Independencia. (We call it 'The Peninsular War' which starred The Duke of Wellington when he was just plain The Hon.Arthur Wellesley.)

The Alhambra is one of the most famous buildings in the world and visited by nearly 3 milliion people every year. It's so famous that they named a theatre in Bradfod and a pub in Brighton after it.


We gave it a miss. 
We went to La Cartuja instead. It's an old Carthusian monastery, built in 1516 which is on the number 8 bus route. We walked there. It's a long way..depending on where you start from.
It doesn't look much from the road but when you have paid your 4€ (2.50€ for 'pensionistas') your eyes get a bit of a bashing.
The Carthusian monks were noted for their austerity, silence and fasting so it was a bit of a surprise to go into the grand 'refectory' which looked a bit over the top for a few austere monks to eat their bread and water.

                                                                The Refectory

   The walls are lined with oil paintings by Juan Sánchez Cotán (no relation) and mostly depict the  horrible things done to Carthusian monks by Henry VIII of England. I knew about Thomas Cromwell, brilliantly played by Mark Rylance, but no-one ever said anything about this lot.


These are enough to put anyone off their grub, and at the same time there would be some jolly soul in the pulpit on the wall (see above) giving the poor monks a running commentary.
So much for fasting. Now for austerity

This is what the rough Guide to Andalucía says about the monastery,
'the grandest and most outrageously decorated of all the country's lavish Carthusian monasteries. The church is of staggering wealth... etc. etc.



 You really have to see the gold, precious woods, marble, jasper and silver that has gone into this place. So much for austerity.
The souvenir shop in the car park sells 'rosary petals, coffee, postcards etc. but also little plaques with an Arabic inscription that says 'There is no conqueror but Allah'. Curious.



We were feeling a bit thirsty and peckish after all this fasting and austerity so we sat outside a bar and ordered a couple of beers. Most bars in Granada bring you a free tapa without you asking. Sometimes they are quite substantial. We got two stewed pork rolls and some crisps; all for 3.50€.
Lovely grub!
Here's a few tips about visiting Granada.
1. Stay a couple of nights and see the real city. eg.Plaza de la Trindad and around.

2. If you want to visit the Alhambra you can  get in for nothing if you don't want to go in      the Nasrid Palace. (One gate up from La Puerta de Justicia). Get a number 30 bus up.

3. Have a drink in the cafetería of the Parador hotel. It's downstairs and serves non residents. It's got a great terrace and gardens that look out over the Generalife.

4.Get a number 31 or 32 bus from Plaza Nueva to the Albycin.  (Plaza St. Nicolas).

5.Have a 'menu del día' at Bar La Chanterela. Less than 10€ for three fabulous courses.
6. If you stay at Pensión Zurita make sure you tell the manager your car number or you'll get fined. We did last time we stayed.
7. If you stay in Plaza de la Trinidad choose a room at the back. They never stop cleaning this beautiful square so it´s noisy. They were using a leaf blower at 4.00am.
That's all for now. It's nearly olive picking time.
Juanito Sánchez
October 21st. 2016



Wednesday, 12 October 2016

Raza, Rice and Ronda. The 3 'R's. Spain's traditions under threat.


 Can you tell which one is the original and which is the 'improved version'?




 It's 10.54 on Wednesday morning, it's raining and the Plaza de la Fuente Arriba is virtually deserted. Only three bars, a cake shop and the Estanco (tobacconist and salt cod shop) have opened their doors for business but with few takers. 

                                              This morning in the 'Top Square'.

                             A normal Wednesday in La Plaza de la Fuente Arriba

Yes, it's that time again. Today is  La Fiesta Nacional de España (Spain's National Day), October 12th. It is also El día de la Hispanidad,  El Día de la Raza, Espainiako Jai Nazionala (If you're Basque), Columbus Day in the USA ,although they had it on Monday this year,and Las Fiestas de San Pilar, ( The festival of the Virgin of the Pillar Patron Virgin of Zaragoza and the national Guardia Civil.  It also marks the end of the bullfighting season drawing sighs of relief from bulls everywhere and the disappearance of Rabo de Toro (Bull's Tail) from restaurant menus - except in Ronda where it's a big moneyspinner.

If all that lot isn't a good enough excuse for a knees up, I don't know what is! Well, it is in Zaragoza but not round here, apparently.. The Guardia Civil will have a big piss up at their headquarters down on Avenida Pablo Ruiz Picasso on Sunday but Mrs. Sánchez and I aren't invited again this year owing, we believe, to the unfortunate disappearance of a lavatory chain during our attendance at their party some years ago. No offical charges were brought but we have drawn our own conclusions.


                                               La Virgin del Pilar (on her pillar).

I'm surprised that the streets here aren't full of people celebrating the arrival of the first real drop of rain for months. We had a brief shower (quatro gotas (4 drops, as they say here)) a couple of weeks ago but everyone you bump into says '¡Oy. Hace falta agua!'  or '¡Oy  para el campo!' or 'Another lovely day!' if you're a Brit.

The day that Christopher Columbus discovered America in 1492, as everyone used to believe, (120 years before the first English colony at Plymouth, Mass.) has long been a big day for Spanish speaking people all over the world, including the Phillipines, Central and South America (not Brazil, of course)  and the United States of America where it is a big cultural and political event, especially in  an election year. Thousands of New Yorkers of Spanish and HIspanic origin march down New York's Fifth Avenue and any politician who fancies his or her chances appears on the parade. This year's Republican  presidential favourite discovered a prior engagement and could not attend. He had been booked as the keynote speaker at the ILGA annual conference.

 

       'The Trump' just before his speech at the ILGA conference.




 In Spain all the excitement is more or less confined to Madrid where they have a big military parade with a flypast by the Spanish Red Arrows (La Patrulla Águila). All the top politicians and the royal family attend and try to join in with the National Anthem of Spain, La Marcha Real, which has no words. Notable dissenters, like Basques, Catalans and human rights activists often  refuse to stand up as lots of colourful troops march past at double speed. The Alcaldesa (lady mayor) of a smallish town here is in a lot of trouble because she said that La Fiesta Nacional de España celebrates a genocide carried out all over the world by Spain. As if!

Here's King Felipe VI reviewing the troops today and trying to remember the words to the national anthem helped by his lovely wife Queen Letizia.. It's raining there too. The uncomfortable looking wet bearded man on the right is Mariano Rajoy, acting Prime Minister. He never says much even when he DOES know the words.

Speaking of troublemakers, that chirpy and much loved celebrity chef Jamie Oliver has created a major brou ha ha here by having the barefaced cheek to try to tell the Spanish how to make a Paella, one of Spain's three official national dishes. The others are Tortilla Española (Spanish Omelette) and Gazpacho. Originally a Valencian dish, Paella is a firm favourite from Ferrol to Fuengirola. Here in Álora it's just called 'Arroz' (rice) and I hope I'm not being too self congratulatory when I say that I make a pretty damned good one myself.

                                         Good old Jamie making a real Spanish paella   
  
 Last Wednesday I switched on the Spanish national news and there sat a group of 'serious' TV journalists discussing Jamie's new idea for this great Spanish dish. He had only suggested adding a bit of chorizo after all, but some people just can't take a joke.
'How would you like us to come and mess about with your fish and chips?' one  threatened. 'It's just another stew.' whined another 'We don't negotiate with terrorists!' ejaculated another. His fellow panel members eyed him uncomprehendingly (it's a real word OK?).

It's not even a new idea. They tried it at the restaurant at St. Mary's Hall Hotel on the Isles of Scilly earlier this year and everybody liked it except Ciro, a Spanish barman at the nearby Tregarthan's Hotel. 

 
          Alcalde José Sánchez (no relation) and his pals dishing out Sopas Perotas to the hungry masses, bless 'em
(Desiré Cortes is 2nd. from the left)
 
It's got to be better than Sopas Perotas which was freely available the other Saturday in our Plaza Baja de la Despedía. 7203  portions were served to hungry, hot revellers. We went up to Candelaria's ( Cafe Azahar) in the 'Top Square' for ours. In my hurry to order a tasty plateful before it all ran out I slipped on some of the discarded mush and hit the deck right in the doorway. How embarrassing!

                                                     The offending Sopas

Last Saturday was another exciting day here in Álora when the town was taken over by Crazy Cross; an obstacle course of inflatables which were set up around the town. It looked like great fun. The best bit was the final  stage which was a water slide nearly all the way from Plaza Santa Ana down to  La Plaza de la Fuente Arriba. It went on till midnight and attracted over a thousand funlovers, 90% from out of town and many in fancy dress, all paying 15€ to enter. All the town's hotels (3) were fully booked and the bars  were very busy too.





 The funny thing was that there was hardly any advertising for the event. Usually posters are plastered everywhere but all I saw was a typed A4 sheet telling us that the streets would be closed.





It must have been advertised on 'social media', and very successfully too.





 Mrs. Sánchez and I got a bit too close to the bottom of the 'toboggan' and copped a soaking. 


                                                            Ronda

We went to Ronda yesterday with Graham and Mary. Nearly everybody has heard of Ronda. It's an ancient market town with a spectacular position on the edge of a high cliff with views to match. It sits amid the high Serranía de Ronda and has cold winters with snow, sometimes very deep.

Alastair Boyd, later Lord Kilmarnock, left the financial institutions of London behind  to live there in 1957.  In his two books about Ronda, 'The Road From Ronda' and 'The Sierras of the South' he describes how the town authorities made a deliberate decision to transform a busy and beautiful Andalusian hill town into a profitable tourist trap, destroying grand buildings and communties in the process. It is ideally placed for coach trips from Marbella, Fuenguirola and other popular Costa Del Sol resorts.
These days it's difficult to spot any Rondeños who are not occupied  in the act of extracting money from the pockets of strangers in one way or another. The odd group of schoolchildren, some elderly pedestrians  and the owners of a few tradtional shops are about as close as you will get to 'the real Spain' here.
The whole place has been infected with that offhand rudeness which you meet in all over-exploited tourist destinations. Even the receptionist in the posh Parador Hotel was rude. The Parador once was home to the busy municipal market but was on far too valuable a site to be wasted on a market! I couldn't wait to get out of the place and back to good old unspoilt Álora.

Juanito Sánchez 
October 12th. 2016