Were sitting in the bar listening to an Irish trio: a woman on accordion and a woman on bagpipes while a younger “lad” plays percussion beside them. Olivia, my younger cousin stands and Irish dances along with them. She does a fabulous job, and in turn my mom jokes with the younger percussionist boy to get up and dance his own jig. He stretches, prepares, and rises. All of a sudden his feet start racing, his upper half stiff and focused as his legs pick up in pace. By the end of his dance we’re all in shock. “He’s third in the world,” said the accordion player. Go figure, sure taught my mom a lesson for messing around with a young lad.
Hopefully a video to come… It’s hard to upload while I’m on my mobile. Here are some photos of the trio in the meantime.
I’ve listened to Lana del Rey’s new song >75 times since it came out on May 25th. I know every word now and I sing it all day long which is probably really obnoxious but I don’t really care. There’s something about the ambience that fits effortlessly with my surroundings, the ’50s-esque croon of her voice mimicking the beauty of Madrid. I really didn’t know exactly what to blog about so I decided to start with ‘Shades of Cool’. On Saturday we went to El Escorial, a small old town characterized by an ancient monastery. My favorite parts about the monastery were the catacombs and tombs of past rulers. An underground room made entirely of marble was lined with tombs. I decided to wander away from the group for awhile until Maria met up with me and we explored together. It was nice to take everything in by myself for a bit. I wish we could have taken pictures, but I found some on the internet:
On Saturday night we went to Kapital, this incredible multi-story club. What a blast.
I am finished with all of my pieces! The bullfighting package should be done very soon, we’ve been working so hard on it and I think it’s going to be pretty phenomenal. Maria’s photos are really well done, and what I’ve read of Shandana’s piece is a really wonderful narrative of Spanish bullfights. I’m so proud to say that I’ve been a part of this project, and I can’t wait to show everyone from home once it’s all done!
By tomorrow I should have 2 stories done. I’m feeling surprisingly calm even though my linguistics culture piece is only about 75% complete in terms of sources. I need an author, graphic designer and tour guide to speak to me about Salamanca font historically and culturally. The great part about this story is that I am so interested in it, so I really want to get in touch with these people just so that I can learn more about it.
Yesterday was pretty frustrating… the graphic design place didn’t answer their door so Danny and I left them a note to call me, no one did. We got lost trying to find a tattoo parlor to interview after that… but luckily Maria pointed me to another one later that night. I was hoping that the tattoo artists would tell me that students come in to get the Vitor symbol or the Salamanca font tattooed all the time, but instead they said that other symbols related to Salamanca like the frog were much more popular. I’m hoping that this woman who has a Vitor symbol tattoo gets back to me soon with a photo. I really really want this story to work out because I think it is so interesting. I also would love to have 2 stories completed before Madrid so I can start focusing on a bigger 3rd piece.
The bullfighter profile will be done later today. At 11am we are going to interview the fighter’s brother and manager to get some quotes about how he is as a fighter… what makes him unique and particularly skilled in comparison to other young fighters. I can’t wait to get this piece done.
Once these sources come through and I have all the quotes I need, the rest of today will be pluggin’ and chuggin’, my friends, pluggin’ and chuggin’.
I imagine bullfighting lessons are kind of like this scene from Gangs of New York.
After a delicious dinner at home, Carly and I walked to meet up with other friends at La Plaza. A group of young a cappella singers were singing this song in the middle of the square. A perfect end to a great day.
Listened to while driving through Salamanca.