Good morning TUMBLR - March 6th - 2024
''Mr. Plant has owed me a shoe since July 5, 1971."
Ch. VI - 1976 Summer Holidays - Spain and Morocco.
Strait of Gibraltar - Or, as Homer (The Greek poet, not Simpson) named in his Oddissey the '' Pillars of Hercules''.
View of Ceuta, a Spanish enclave on Morocco's territory.
View of Rabat, Capital of Morocco.
Casablanca - King Hassan II Mosque.
Hunphrey Bogart in front of the Hollywood's reconstruction of famous Casablanca Rick's Cafe'.
Benidorm - Spain.
Salvador Dali' Museum - Figueres - Spain
Another year has passed, and finally summer is here again! This time, needless to say, the destinations are obviously Spain and than Marrakech ('' Marrakech Express'' an Oscar prize Italian movie by Director Gabriele Salvatores has been just released and so we are even more keen to go there).
Our vehicle this year is none other than a Renault R4 (obviously second hand). A service car from Gianluigi's mechanical workshop. Before each departure, as a must, we go for lunch: this time in an old restaurant ''the Parasoou'' where they cook the real Milanese schnitzel (elephant ear)
It's midday, the streets are filled with those 10 minutes of excitement that create workers and employees returning home for lunch. On the Muggio' - Taccona road a guy with a Vespa 50 doesn't respect the red light and hits us! The scooter rider literally flying beyond the R4, without a helmet (not yet compulsory at the time), causing a large lump with his head on the upper part of car's roof. My immediate though was:
God forbid!! We just covered 2.7 km of the 5,300 km that await us and we have already had an accident!! Nice way to start a trip, even if we are not at fault for what happened. Once the paperwork for reporting the accident have been completed, we set off again and reach the restaurant finally eat the huge ''Milanese steak''.
Few memories of the outward journey, everything goes quite well, up to Narbonne, where the Autoroute du Midi (Highway of the South) ends. While we are stopped at the toll booth, a girl suddenly appears out of nowhere and asks me in Spanish where we are headed.
''At the moment for Barcelona, I reply.
''Bueno vale'' and in no time she reappears with a friend in tow, opens the back door, literally throws a bulky piece of luggage inside and gets into the car, with a numbers of ''Muchas Gracias … Muchas Gracias!!''
In short, it is 11.00 PM on a July's evening, and we are headed to Spain via the state road to Jonquera, and two noisy Spanish girls from a holiday in Mexico have ''self-loaded''into our car. The girls, we discover after a few minutes from their talk, are ''Communists'' and immediately afterwards they begin to sing revolutionary songs which they say they learned in Mexico. It is true that Francisco Franco has been dead since the previous year, but in Spain Francoist sentiments are still very much alive, especially among the ''la Guardia Civil''.
Meanwhile we noticed that a kind of 'train''queue'' had formed behind us, made up of 4 or 5 cars, which apparently are tailin us. Between the girls' ramshackle songs, the darkness, and the contradictory French road signs (with that perennial ''Toutes Directions''' which normally leads nowhere) after several kilometers we end up in a dead-end street!! We stop and get out from the car, immediately joined by the other cars drivers, which turn out to be driven by Italians!! Some of them shouting at me like:
AND NOW!!??
And now what?? I answer
We were following you, it seemed to us that you knew the way to Spain!! Says someone who got out of a Pegeout with Florence license plate.
And no, first of all I don't know the direction! And then who told you to follow me??
To make a long story short, we retraced our steps, and took the state road again, but a new mistake was lurking: after a few kilometers we realized - despite the pitch darkness - that we were on the road that leads to Carcassonne, and therefore in a northerly direction, completely wrong, Spain being to the West!!
Another discussion with the ''chasing' Italians and then finally, with the help of a petrol station guy we got back on the right path to La Jonquera!
Meantime Gianluigi was catechising the girls:
Soon we will be at the France-Spain border, a place full of police and Guardia Civil – no revolutionary songs, no slogans against Franco!! UNDERSTOOD!??
Girls: ''sI ....te entiendo como no......''
Luckily the girls keep their promise, and apart from a thorough check of their luggage (they are coming from Mexico, police's dogs smell something…) at the border everything turned out well.
We spent through Barcelona, and we drop off the two girls near their home, in a suburban neighborhood of the city, and than
we continue to Calella del Mar, where we decided to stop. After a restful sleep and a day spent relaxing in a chiringuito on the beach, in the evening we had dinner in one of those Spanish restaurants with two entrances, the main one on a narrow street, and the other on the opposite side. The Ladies who own the place - two elderly sisters - made up a spectacular paella, and serve local rosé wine: a tasty dinner that costs us just few pesetas.
The next morning we set off early, we want to get at least as far as the Costa del Sol, about 800 km south of Barcelona.
In 1976 the Autopista del Mediterraneo ended in Alicante, after which it began a tortuous route over the Sierra – passing through Albacete (the city of knives), Jaen, Lorca, Baza, Guadix, Granada and then Malaga. The alternative was to go through Almeria, and then the coastal road through Motril and than Malaga – but this variant was even longer and more complicated.
In any case, we managed to get to Torremolinos for the evening, not bad considering we were traveling in a second hand R4. We stayed overnight in a hotel on the road to Benalmadena, and the next afternoon we set off for Algeciras.
Algeciras is a Spanish city of over 120,000 inhabitants in the province of Cadiz, in the autonomous community of Andalusia. The city is located at the southern end of the Iberian Peninsula, in the Bay of Gibraltar (or Algeciras) in front of the Rock of Gibraltar.
Its name derives from the Arabic Al-Jazīra al-Khadrā "the green island", imposed in 711 by the first Arab conquerors who landed on the peninsula. We chose to ferry to Ceuta - a Spanish enclave in Moroccan territory - for two reasons:
The crossing lasts 2 hours instead of 3 hours of Algeciras - Tangier one.
The disembarkation operations in Ceuta are much quicker than in Tangier, because the border with Morocco in Ceuta is located about 2 kilometers from the city, not immediately upon disembarkation as in Tangier.
Very quiet cruising, calm sea, very pleasant temperature, we will remember this on the way back……
After disembarking, we quickly reach the border with Morocco, where we manage to complete the transit operations in half an hour. And we immediately realize that the hour saved on the ferry is nothing compared to the long and difficult 110 km to reach Tangier. Suggestion: if you have to continue towards the East, along the Mediterranean coast of Morocco, it is best to ferry to Ceuta. If, however, your destination is southern Morocco, it is much better to ferry from Algeciras to Tangier.
It is now evening when we reach Tangier, and we checked in last year's hotel, Les Almohades. The old valet is still there, who recognizes us and starts one of his usual tirades in 3 different languages:
Maroc is a great country ……Algeria nada…….
Au Maroc le melon…. kabirrrrr…. Algeria nada……
Hitler criminal…….Mussolini….pas trops…….
As usual we leave the next morning, around midday. The state road towards the South is good, it runs along the Atlantic and passes through Asilah, Larache, Kenitra and obviously a myriad of smaller towns. For this reason the average speed cannot be high, as the road is populated by cars, buses, carts pulled by donkeys, scooters and pedestrians.
We been passing through the beauty of the Foret de la Mamora, before Rabat; I believe one of the largest forests of cork trees in the world. The state road crosses it from North to South, and it is here that we manage to avoid an accident that could have had serious consequences. A cart dragged by a donkey, just before I was overtaking it, and when we were not even 20 meters away, suddenly the animal escapes the ''fellah's'' control who is driving it, and starts crossing the road from right to left! When I try to overtake him on the right, he comes to the right! When I try to avoid him on the left, he comes on the left! Now very close, I attempt a desperate maneuver: I go up the embankment at the side of the road, like a flyover on the Monza circuit, and I manage to avoid the beast by a hair's breadth!
DONE IT!
Soon later we arrive in Sale', the so-called twin city of Rabat . After crossing the Ouadi Bou Regreg bridge, Rabat appears to us as an elegant city, with beautiful tree-lined avenues.
We visit the mausoleum of King Mohammed V, which is located on the square of the Hassan Tower and dominates the mouth of the Ouadi Bou Regreg. The mausoleum contains the tomb of Muhammad V of Morocco and now also of his sons Moulay Abdellah and Hassan II. It was built between 1961 and 1971, in ten years of work in which 400 craftsmen participated. The architecture of the mausoleum is due to the Vietnamese architect Eric Vo Toan, and is based on the classic Arab-Andalusian style according to traditional Moroccan art - a true wonderful monument.
We then continue to Casablanca, which is only 90 km away by motorway. Once we arrive, we head to a seafront hotel, directly on the beach.
It was than we realize that we arrived in Morocco in the middle of Ramadan, the period in which Muslims abstain from eating and drinking during daylight hours. Everything has slowed down, the shops, bars and restaurants are closed during the day, and reopen only after the cannon shot that signals of ''Ifhtar'' (Evening prayer).
We manage to spend somewhat boring days between the beach and the hotel. During one of this lazy afternoons, Gianluigi has run out of cigarettes, so he left the beach in his bathing suit, looking for a tobacco shop, even though I told him that he won't find any open.
I'll wait for you at the hotel, I toldl him.
Evening came and my friend still hasn't shown up, and I'm starting to be worry: maybe something has happened to him.....
With the help of the reception's guy, we make a few phone calls: hospitals, and then the police station. And from there they confirm that yes, a foreigner (Italian) was arrested while walking on the Corniche in a swimsuit!! I immediately took a taxi and run to the police station, where the cops explain:
''Your friend has committed a serious act of indecency, especially now that we are in the month of Ramadan''!!
Using all my negotiating skills, I try to soften the position of the Surete' Nationale agent. And at the end of an endless talk, I finally manage to convince the cops that
''It was a mistake, he didn't know it was forbidden to walk in sunbath outside the beach, we do this in Italy all the time! But above all he didn't want to offend anyone''.
Ok, deal! The crime, instead of being punished with seven days in prison, been transformed into a simple fine: 2,500 Moroccan Dirhams (about 220 USD of today). Meantime I was telling Gianluigi to stay calm, I return to the hotel to get the money - then finally, after an exhausting drafting of the PV (Proces verbal), signatures and countersignatures, Gianluigi (during all this time he was in the cage, but alone) is released!!
The inconvenience of the arrest, combined with the Ramadan time, ruined our feeling a bit. The next day we decide to leave Casablanca and heading to Marrakesh.
We manage to get to Settat, a modern city about 90 km South of Casa'. Settat is a city which, thanks to the fact that it was the birthplace of a very powerful then Moroccan Minister of the Interior, has enjoyed an unusual development in the rather difficult landscape of Morocco. Large tree-lined avenues, well-kept public gardens, modern government buildings with a touch of traditional Arab architecture. All this gives the city a respectable and pleasant air.
It is in Settat that we stop to decide what to do: continue (the further we go towards the interior of the country the hotter it will be) or retrace our steps and leave for Spain?
The second hypothesis wins, and we make a U-turn: Casablanca, and then via Rabat, Kenitra and then Tangier: this time, mindful of the experience of the outward journey, we want to avoid unnecessary kilometers to reach Ceuta.
We had a quiet evening in Tangier: a walk of the Kasbah (truly magnificent) and after dinner at the ''Valencia'' restaurant we go to bed quite early: tomorrow morning we intend to take one of the first ferries to Algeciras.
The strait crossin Tangier – Algeciras it takes about 3 hours, and in that August, with calm seas and bright sun it was a real pleasure. We therefore found ourselves returning to Spain earlier than expected, due to the fact that Morocco, ''closed for Ramadan'', had made us opt for a return to Europe.
BENIDORM
It was decided not to stop in the Costa del Sol, but to continue to the Costa Blanca. The rest of the holiday was without too many problems and facts to report. That year I met some girls from Northern Europe, including a blonde Belgian girl. She told me that her father was the owner of a furniture factory (look…) and that after graduating in accounting she had decided to work in her father's company.
And then she realized – horror! - that the employees MUST BE PAID EVERY 15 DAYS!! A LOT OF MONEY went from dad's bank account to those of workers and employees! How strange, perhaps Monique thought that the employees lived on PURE OXYGEN???!! or that they could shop for free at the supermarket…or rather that someone else (the State?) was subsidizing them to pay for their living.
For the first time we moved to Benidorm, near Alicante. A sea resort 500 km closer to Italy compare to Costa del Sol. Costa Blanca sea is undoubtedly beautiful, the city and the surroundings are very liveable. We found a cozy apartment ina a complex on Rincon del Loix, a hilly area immediately east of Benidorm, from where we overlooked the bay. The residence, in Andalusian style, was managed by a Swiss couple. During the day we could walk down to the coves below the residence, where the water was transparent, and there wasn't the crowds of Benidorm's main beaches. And so, between swimming, relaxing, bocadillos, feasting on mussels and drinking sangria para todos at the ''Al Vapor'' restaurant in Calpe (overlooking the Penon) as well as nights at Sunset club, unfortunately the day to return home inevitably arrived......
We left Benidorm with the usual ''corazon dripping with tears''. In the afternoon we stopped in a place called Xativa in one of those shady bars along the interstate road, the ones with the awning made of Coca Cola caps. Excellent bocadillos ''cagnas'' (cerveza on tap) and then off again towards East.
Having arrived near Valencia, after about 60 km, Gianluigi realizes that something is missing: he no longer has the bag that he always hang around his neck, where he keeps his passport and wallet!!
Where did you lose it? Or forgotten? I said.....
Mmmm....guess in the bar of Xativa… 60 km ago… '' He answered
So.....nothing to do except U-turn, hoping to at least find the passport in the bar where we stopped.
We arrive with our hearts in our mouths in front of the bar area, we enter and the bartender, truly a man of few words, bends down under the counter and hands us Gianluigi's purse!! Where nothing was missing! And so we leave the bar followed by the "hasta l'huego" of the phlegmatic dueño.
The journey back to Italy continued without a hitch, a short stop in Figueras to visit the Dali Museum: the Dalí Theater and Museum is a museum dedicated to the great surrealist painter in his hometown of Figueres, Catalonia, Spain. The museum receives more than 1 million visitors a year.
I want my museum to be a single block, a labyrinth, a large surrealist object. It will be a totally theatrical museum. People who come to see it will leave with the feeling of having had a theatrical dream - Salvador Dali '
It is a unique and unforgettable experience – the Great Genius is buried in a crypt, below the stage.
Afterwards it was just boring kilometres, with the usual signs on French roads and motorways advertising sites as ''historic'' even simple villages where perhaps Napoleon only stopped to urinate or to eat his raclette.......
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Sagre, castelli e castagne: le esperienze d’Autunno nella Svizzera italiana
Sagre, castelli e castagne: le esperienze d’Autunno nella Svizzera italiana.
Anche se l’estate è giunta al termine non bisogna dimenticare che l’autunno ha in serbo fantastiche opportunità. Per accogliere la nuova stagione il Canton Ticino ha creato un ricco palinsesto che solleverà l’animo di grandi e piccini attraverso la riscoperta di storie, sapori e tradizioni di un’insospettabile Svizzera italiana.
Il programma che vi proponiamo oggi avrà inizio questo week end e vi terrà compagnia fino alla metà di ottobre con sagre, mercatini e giornate culturali. Rispetto agli anni passati inoltre, varcare il confine svizzero sarà ancora più semplice. Dal 1° agosto 2023 su Vignetteswitzerland.com è disponibile la nuova versione digitale del famoso bollino autostradale che permette di viaggiare indisturbati su tutte le strade svizzere e attraversare alcuni dei più importanti trafori.
1. Festa d’Autunno di Lugano
Il primo evento che vogliamo segnalarvi si terrà il week end dal 29 settembre al 1° ottobre, sulla splendida cornice del lago di Lugano. Le vie del centro città ospiteranno colorate bancarelle di ogni sorta: dalle classiche bancarelle gastronomiche degli alpigiani, al mercatino merceologico con prodotti di artigianato locale e, per gli amanti del vintage, ci sarà persino un mercatino con oggetti retrò e da collezionismo. Disseminati lungo le varie piazze invece attendono i grottini, le cantine dove degustare i vini e i piatti tipici ticinesi, come il formaggio d’Alpe Ticinese DOP/AOP stagionato 13 mesi e altre categorie di prodotti dall’artigianato, alla moda, al design, al turismo, il tutto Made in Ticino. Ma non è finita qui. Nelle giornate di sabato e domenica la Lugano Region offrirà delle visite guidate gratuite alla scoperta del centro città accompagnando i più curiosi da esperte guide locali. Solo nella giornata di domenica invece è prevista la sfilata dei trattori d’epoca, il concerto della Filarmonica di Lugano e per i più piccini il Ludobus, una ludoteca itinerante dove sperimentare con giocattoli di legno artigianali.
2. Sagra della castagna Bruzella
Fra il lago di Lugano e il Lago di Como si trova la casa del re dell’autunno: la castagna. L’area geografica della Valle di Muggio è l’habitat perfetto per il castagno che qui è anche chiamato l’albero del pane, perché per secoli è stato l’alimento base della popolazione. I suoi frutti veniva usati per l’alimentazione, il suo legno per costruire case e recinzioni, le sue foglie per fare da letto agli animali nelle stalle. Con le castagne però si può ottenere molto di più e l’8 ottobre a Bruzella, il comune che quest’anno ospiterà la famosa sagra della castagna, dove oltre a fare incetta di prodotti derivati da questo alimento come: caldarroste, marmellate, birra, pasta, mobilio e addirittura prodotti di bellezza. In più sarà possibile imparare qualcosa di più sulle antiche tecniche di lavorazione della castagna, come le grà, le tipiche casette dove si facevano essiccare per ottenere la farina.
3. Rassegna d’Autunno di Bellinzona
Sabato 14 e domenica 15 ottobre il centro storico di Bellinzona, ospiterà un ricco mercato gastronomico con i prodotti freschi del Canton Ticino. È proprio questo il periodo dell’anno in cui gli alpigiani scendono a valle portando con sé il bestiame e i saporiti formaggi di mucca, di capra delle Alpi confezionati durante i mesi estivi. Il protagonista di questo mercato autunnale è sicuramente il formaggio ma troverete anche: vino, miele, pane, cioccolato, castagne e salumi. Oltre ad avere l’occasione di conoscere e acquistare direttamente dai produttori locali a prezzi convenienti, ci saranno anche le immancabili degustazioni, come quella di vini. Per i più piccoli non temete, anche loro avranno modo di divertirsi al grande parco divertimenti allestito per l’occasione con raccontastorie, gonfiabili e trucca bimbi. Insomma, questo mercato autunnale è sicuramente un buon modo per accogliere la nuova stagione e un’occasione per provare nuovi sapori.
4. Giornata dei castelli svizzeri
Da segnare sul calendario è anche l’8° edizione della giornata dei castelli svizzeri, un evento dedicato a grandi e piccini per riscoprire le antiche dimore di re, principesse e cavalieri. Il tema di quest’anno sarà “animali ed esseri mitologici” e i castelli aderenti all’iniziativa hanno già in serbo curiose attività ispirate all’argomento come: conferenze di cryptozoologia, presentazione di manuali di dragonologia e araldica medievale ma, anche cacce al tesoro, racconti, leggende e laboratori dove fabbricare maschere e trucchi ispirati ai più bizzarri animali fantastici. L’evento si terrà l’1 ottobre e per quanto riguarda il Canton Ticino aderiranno le tre fortezze di Bellinzona: il castello di Sasso Corbaro, Montebello e Castelgrande....
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