Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Waiting On A Friend
I started my morning today by listening to the Rolling Stones, while I got ready for work. I think the Stones are the best band ever! One of the best concerts I ever attended was the Rolling Stones and Guns 'N Roses show, at the Coliseum, in L.A. Talk about pretty fucking amazing! I went to the concert with my sister, Rachel, and we had a great time. We got home @ 4:00 a.m., went to our respective schools to teach our English classes just a few hours later that morning, got rained on at the concert, and I got laryngitis. Dad gave each of us a big lecture, even though we were both big girls and were no longer living at home. But who cares? This was the Stones we're talking about! My dad said something to me like, "Are you crazy or what? The cemetery is full of stupid people!" My response was, "It's only rock 'n roll, but I like it." Because I was already sick when I went to the concert, I lost my voice for a few days. That night was one of the most memorable moments in my life-time - magical. "Waiting on a Friend" is my all-time favorite Stones' song.
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Monday, January 7, 2008
Gipsy Kings - Pida Me La 2001
Speaking of Spain, more Spanish culture. This is a video of my favorite Latin group, the Gipsy Kings, singing my all-time favorite song of theirs, "Pida Mi La", "Ask Me For Her". The Gipsy Kings have put flamenco music on the world map for the last 30 years. I NEVER get tired of these guys!
Solea por Bulerias - Manuela Vargas, Joaquin Cortes
This video is from Almodovar's "The Flower of My Secret" ("la flor de mi secreto"). Almodovar is one of my two favorite directors; Woody Allen is the other. Joaquin Cortes smolders in this dance number with the great, Manuela Vargas. There isn't an Almodovar's movie I haven't enjoyed. And after I have seen whatever is his latest, it leaves me wanting more. I have been a HUGE Almodovar fan since the mid-80's, when I first discovered his movies.
This is a very famous site, the fountain of Cibeles, or in Spanish, la fuente de cibeles. The fountain is located on one of the busiest streets in Madrid, "Calle Alcala". It was extremely difficult for me to get across the street. In fact, I got half-way across the street and realized there was still another half of the street to go. I almost died getting across that street, but it was worth the risk. Breath-taking!
Speaking of Calle Alcala, here it is in all its glory!
This is the "hub" of the city: Puerto del Sol. I spent a lot of my time in this area. Puerto del Sol is a quad, a gathering place for tourists from all parts of the world, as well as for Madrilenos. One day, a week day, I was strolling through Puerto del Sol. I was taking pictures and saw a teenaged bride and groom, dressed in traditional bridal clothing, dancing through the quad. There was a small group of family members following behind the couple and a few musicians. I followed them, in the hopes of taking some pictures of them. I kept thinking this opportunity would make a great photo! A photo of a life-time! I didn't get too far because I got stopped by an older, American woman from the Mid-west, who spoke absolutely terrible Spanish! She had her dictionary in her hand and asked me something so off-the-wall in Spanish, that even I couldn't understand what the hell she was saying. I remember telling her I spoke English and that I was also American. Omigod, she went absolutely ape shit hearing those words. When I was first stopped by this woman, I thought she had a real emergency. I later found out she and her husband were looking for Puerto del Sol and did not realize that they were already at their destination. I told her she was standing in Puerto del Sol, then I took off to look for the bride and groom. Unfortunately, they were nowhere to be found. I ran into that American couple one more time during my week in Madrid; they were at the Prado the day I visited the museum. They sure remembered me. They came up to me in the restaurant at the museum, to say "hi". They had another couple, also Americans, with them. The other woman in the party asked me if I knew where the "no smoking" section of the restaurant was. I told her, "This isn't the U.S. There is no such thing as 'no smoking' areas in Europe." WOW.