On Honeymoon Alone

I can’t believe I’m living here. I want to cancel all of my future travel plans and stay here forever. Seriously, how can such a place exist? It’s so romantic it hurts.
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The black dish is used to make a giant paella.image[2]image-69image
Forever alone.
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In Japan, it was vending machines, bicycles and noren. In Spain, it’s doors, cats and benches.
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Jose and Bea insisted I photograph this bench. They love how it has been levelled to fit the slope of the street.
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Just like the Before Sunset series.
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This is Noah, Hector and Sara’s cousin. Their mother and Noah’s mother are sisters. In the short time that I have been here, I’ve noticed that they do everything together. I hope to be the same with my sister in the future. Babies, picnics, outings, all of it, together.
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Jose says that is a whale’s head.
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These rods were used to hang nets – redes in Spanish and the name of the town today.
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Wild berries everywhere!image-78
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Veal hamburger with garden veggies and fresh bread for dinner at…10pm! Yes, so I have to tell you this: Jose says the times in Spain are different to that of the rest of Europe. The days are much longer here. These guys typically eat lunch at 3 and dinner at 10! I can’t believe it! But I am starting to enjoy and appreciate how much adventuring one can pack into a single day – though of course, I am a little tired. Maybe it’s jet-lag, still. Also, I cannot tell you enough how great it is to be living with a family again. My mood and overall health is so much better. There’s only so much solitude and mountain life a girl can take. Humans are meant to connect. Also, I am loving the endless hugs and kisses – again, and sorry to compare or not sorry to compare, a huge difference to Japan.

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  1. Letting out a collective and relaxing sigh: at the warmth, the beauty, the calm and serenity, the water. How picturesque the flower pot on the newell post, the rays between the rocks (G-d appeared to Moses, who hid between the cleft split of the rocks). You were so thoughtful to bring the gifts from Japan for the children and I’m so happy for you to be ensconced in a warmly shared culture.

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    1. You have no idea how great it is to be living with a family. With people who show affection and a place where I am not judged by simply going to the supermarket. There is so much diversity and colour. I am starting to become healthy again.

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      1. I am relieved, too, and happy right along with you. (My reply to your other post got gobbled up, somewhere…)! I’ll try to keep abreast of your developments and adventures. Now you can breathe and feel free! :) Love the cheese, stupefied by the sea creatures (I’ve seen a doozy in real life, too), like the eating times. Ole!

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  2. Hi-

    You are in Galicia? GALICIA., Spain:
    WHAT IS THE NAME OF YOUR TOWN? Many in the current Spanish population are descendants of Jews who were force to convert to Christianity and many of those became “hidden” Jews. Others fled , others murdered, the old story.

    There were Jewish communities at Allariz, Coruña, Orense, Monforte, Pontevedra, Rivadavia, and Rivadeo, besides individual Jews scattered here and there. Maybe you will see remains of a Jewish Ghetto (barrios0 on your visit or of people who had ancestors who practiced Jewish rituals in secret. Maybe you’ll be visiting these towns.

    Jews rose in the society only to be betrayed. D. Menendez Gonzalez, a rich and powerful nobleman, received Jewish merchants, probably from Allariz, in his domain, not far from Orense, and when they were attacked by Arias Oduariz in 1044, he led an armed force against the latter, and recovered the silks and other goods that had been taken from the Jews.

    When John of Gaunt, Duke of Lancaster, invaded Spain (1385), and Rivadavia was taken by Sir Thomas Percy, the English soldiers attacked the Jews, who were supposed to be rich, and plundered them, killing several. The ghetto, however, was not destroyed.

    Eighteen years before the expulsion, the Jews of Coruña, Betanzos, and Rivadeo paid an annual tax of 1,800 maravedis, and those of Orense, Monforte, and Rivadavia one of 2,000 maravedis. A rich Jew of Rompusa, a lawyer, was baptized in 1414, taking the name “Juan Esteban.” His sons obtained seats in the Parliament.

    Spanish Jews once constituted one of the largest and most prosperous Jewish communities in the world. This period ended definitively with the anti-Jewish riots of 1392 and Alhambra decree of 1492, as a result of which the majority of Jews in Spain (between 200,000 and 250,000) converted to Catholicism and those remaining (between 40,000 and 100,000) were forced into exile. Read about Spanish Jewish History.

    In 2014 it was announced that the descendants of Sephardic Jews who were expelled from Spain by the Alhambra Decree of 1492 would be offered Spanish citizenship, without being required to move to Spain and/or renounce any other citizenship they may have.
    Yes the photos are lovely, the place looks idyllic, and the more I learn and study the less I feel compelled to visit.

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  3. Hi, Chavaida. You’ve provided a well-read study of the fate of Spanish Jewry, and of individuals, in particular. I didn’t wish to transfer anxiety about the location to Anisa, and we can see that it is lovely and warm surroundings for her, making her happy — so it makes me happy for her. When Spain was in its Golden Age, it was only via the contributions of Muslims and Jews which made it so. Spain kicked us both out, and they can live with their decision, as far as I’m concerned. I regret having spent any money there on my visit in youth, rather than, say, in Israel… Why it wasn’t realized as a possibility for us in America, I’m unclear. It was a heavy and weighty experience dwelling where darkness prevails there, but perhaps that is only my experience and sense of the atmosphere of a Jewish perspective. There was also Moshe ben Maimon, the doctor-philosopher who advocated hygiene and cleanliness to stave off disease, who was met with superstitious suspicion by the locals there. We can probably attribute much of the libel of Jews to these times, along with the Bubonic Plague accusations, to the fear of the people against Maimon. His statue is in Cordova, nearby the Jewish area and one of just three old synagogues remaining (from the 12- or 1300’s or
    so). There’s also Avraham Ben Shmuel Abulafia, the Kabbalist of Zaragoza. I believe that their bakery in Tel-Aviv Yafo, which I used to frequent on occasion, may have been established by descendants of that family. Someone told me that the owner had employed an Arab man long-term there. Then, the Arab begged for his don to get s job there. So, he was also given employment there. And then the son one day turned around and killed him. Now we have typical action of Spain engaging in active Boycott/Divestment/Sanctions (BDS) measures against the Jews (or so I’ve read), and, suddenly, pretending to hold out a carrot of dual-citizenry to the descendants of Jews it drove out, which is really a beating stick. Why? Because it makes Jewish refugees citizens, and no longer of refugee status, thwarting the (false) comparisons to the Arab war and self-directed flight from Israel of 1948. Also, wedon’t have to even live there! Ah, yes, of course — because we’re not really wanted! They’d rather just go after the money that they can extract from Jews through taxation by the country of citizenry — they’d probably try to make it retroactive of backtaxes since the Expulsion! This is a two-faced invitation, it’s clear. So, we can keep our distance and let them reap the consequences of their decisions (every country has lamented the loss of the “Jewish” economic “contributions”). And Anisa can experience, and bring us, an entirely different experience in her own, vastly different, experience of her time here in a seemingly pleasant locale with a nice family, in happier settings and viewpoints of an individual look through her own eyes. It does make me feel happy for her and to know my feelings about our experiences aren’t transferred to manifest in her, and we can instead be uplifted vicariously through her much-needed chance of happiness, after a long period where she felt burdened of suffering a bit of a society. I’m gladvof this, but I certainly won’t be headed to Spain ever again.

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