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What happens when you are told some story about an ex-monk who’s been hammering away the last 50+ years building a church cathedral?

 

 

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A SELF-built cathedral in Mejorada del Campo.

 

 

I know. I didn’t buy the story as gospel truth. Until my friend Jaime actually brought me to Mejorada del Campo some 20 kilometers from the city center.

 

 

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An “illustration” of Don Justo’s vision. Mejorada del Campo.
Photo Credit: Discovery Channel

 

 

Ex-monk Justo Gallego Martinez, now 88 years old, has a plan. After only 8 years in a Trappist Monastery, he had to leave in 1961 after falling ill of tuberculosis. He prayed then to Our Lady of the Pillar and vowed to build a shrine in her honor when he recovers from his ailment.

 

 

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The man. The ex Monk. Don Justo Gallego Martinez. Born 1925. On a mission since 1961.

 

 

Don Justo, as he is fondly called. He’s been at it since 1961 when he started building with his own bare hands on a piece of inherited land. There were no architectural plans, no blueprint, so to speak. Just a vision. Reminds me of the dzongs (fortress cum temple) of Bhutan. So there, both inspired by a deep spirituality. Amazing.

 

 

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Stained glass, all donated, for this awesome man’s ambitious project.

 

 

It behooves me to think this man is still around and “at it”. I mean, 88? When Jaime said he wanted me to meet the old man, I wasn’t sure how to react. We found him carrying a hollow block (!), busily minding the construction. He gets a lot of help now from his 6 nephews and some locals. He also gets donations in cash and in kind (construction materials) for his ambitious project.

 

 

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Care to climb up to the top dome and lay down a brick or G.I. Sheet?

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Some roofing materials waiting to be installed. Who’s climbing up?

 

 

Jaime egged me to climb up to the dome. I chickened out. There’s still so much left unfinished. Can’t help thinking what will happen when the old man goes. Like the Sagrada Familia in Barcelona, this cathedral will count many more years to get completed. Incidentally, the structure is built along Calle Gaudi. How fitting.

 

 

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The inside requires just as much work.

 

 

By God’s mercy, I hope to see the completed cathedral in another visit. Not sure if Don Justo, as he is fondly called, would still be around, but for his sake, I pray his vision is realized. Jaime is right — the best time to see this Cathedral is NOW. Meeting Don Justo in person is a bonus. An event meant to remind you of how some men can be so faithful and persevering. Don Justo’s covenant with his God and to the Lady is very inspirational.

 

 

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One last look before we go. Thank you, Jaime Marco, for bringing me here.


It used to be a private mansion, though it looks more like a palace to me. Its former owner, the Marquis of Cerralbo,  was a patron of the arts as his collections obviously show.  The Museum opened in 1944 and can be found a few meters from the corner of Calle Bailén/Calle Ferraz and Calle Ventura Rodriguez, 17, in Madrid. If you are in the area visiting Plaza de España and Templo de Debod, it’s a good pitstop (from the cold or all that sun) before proceeding towards Calle Bailén to view the Palacio Real or Royal Palace and Almudena Cathedral. 

 

 

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Museo Cerralbo is along Calle Ventura Rodriguez, 17, just off Plaza de españa and Templo de Debod.

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Frankly, the staircase and interiors of museo cerralbo intimidate me. But then again, a Marquis lived here!

 

 

From Plaza de España, I was walking towards Templo de Debod along Calle Bailen growing into Calle Ferraz, when I was tempted to take a right turn in Calle Ventura Rodriguez upon seeing the marker towards Museo Cerralbo. I joined many locals, including young students, when I got there, and felt like i was the only tourist.  First off upon entry, the ornately decorated staircase and walls with many prized and large paintings —- like they were running out of space —- simply floored me.  Whoa, some treasure here! 

 

 

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This Salon must be their equivalent of a living room? Look at that ceiling!

 

 

It makes for a good break after visiting the “BIG 3” in the Paseo del Prado. Of course you can’t miss the Prado, Reina Sofia and Thyssen-Bornemisza Museums.  But what I love about small museums is that they’re “manageable”, won’t overwhelm, and best of all….they are  mostly former residences of the collector or artist himself!  Another museum, Museo Sorolla, ranks high among my favorites as the museo gives a glimpse of how the artist Sorolla lived and painted during his life.  As for Museo Cerralbo, here is one example of how the aristocrats lived then. Their mansions have huge salons fit for parties and their dining halls are meant for banquets. Adorning the walls is an impressive spread of their art collections. I can imagine them aristocrats taking a “stroll” along these corridors, pausing here and there, appreciating the many art pieces. 

 

 

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St. Joseph and the Child Jesus. Quite a takeoff from the usual Madonna and Child.

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The marker says it is one of many versions done by Girolamo Muziano (1580-1590)

 

 

The first oil painting is NOT attributed to any artist. Yes, it’s ANONYMOUS.  The marker says it was sourced from  an Italian School,  done presumably by one of its art students who drew inspiration from a Madonna and Child painting by Guido Reni, a master from a school in Bologna. This anonymous piece of art got my attention.  I love art themed on the Madonna and Child.  EXCEPT that this is NOT your usual Madonna & Child. Rather, it’s Saint Joseph with the Child Jesus. The second oil on canvas is done by Girolamo Muziano, the same 16th-century painter who did the same versions in at least 3 more Italian churches including the Saint Peter’s Basilica.

 

 

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This one is from the Spanish School where works are mainly religious paintings.

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A very intimidating corridor, fit for royalty.


 

Having actually lived here, the Mansion has its living, dining and sleeping quarters. Mind you though, they are far from the ordinary or standard quarters. I bet the Marquis did a lot of entertaining. After all, what are all those conversation pieces for? The collection could have covered conversations good for a month or longer! Besides, many royal guests from the nearby Palacio Real or Royal Palace must have whiled away some time here in the Mansion. Imagine them walking along the corridors, pausing for a break in the huge salon, or dining in the banquet room.

 

 

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The Banquet Room in Museo Cerralbo.

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Too many conversation pieces inside Museo Cerralbo 🙂

 

 

For all its grandeur though, I am perplexed how or why the Marquis chose to keep his bedroom so modest. It just doesn’t add up. Maybe sleeping or resting ranks low in his priorities? Check out the last photo here and tell me what you think. 😉

 

 

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Yes, he’s the man. Don Enrique de Aguilera y Gamboa, 17th Marquis of Cerralbo.

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Would you believe this is the royal bedroom of the Marquis?

Now compare that with one of his offices……..

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It was one of Rizal’s favorite haunts in Madrid. A “hangout”, if you like, with fellow patriots, to enjoy tapas y vino. And how convenient that it is just a few meters away from his apartment and 3 other hangouts: Teatro Español, Hotel Ingles and Los Gabrielles, another hangout famous for its azulejos or glazed tiles. Viva Madrid is in the heart of Madrid’s historic center along Calle de Manuel Fernandez y Gonzales, 7. Not too far from Puerto del Sol and just a stonesthrow from Plaza Santa Ana, this restaurante is quite a looker from outside with its murals, and even better-looking inside. The warm interiors match the friendly service and delicious food. This place is good for both dining, people-watching or simply basking in “Rizal’s life in Madrid”.

 

 

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Viva Madrid in Calle de Manuel Fernandez y Gonzales, 7.

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Imagine Rizal enjoying his vino y tapas here.

 

 

The rioja y tapas were a perfect prelude to the blackest, inkiest, most flavorful paella negra to be had in Madrid. Very negra indeed. And muy delicioso,especially with generous servings of salsa alioli. Thanks to Jaime Marco, the go-to guy for Rizal’s Madrid, for bringing me here. Jaime is not only a Filipino historian and Rizal expert but a foodie through and through. Dining in Viva Madrid combines the best of both worlds: food and history. 😉  

 

 

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Jamon y Salmon…. Con Brie.

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Piece de Resistance. Paella Negra.

 

 

How fortunate that Viva Madrid exists to this day. Not like nearby Los Gabrielles, which has closed. Every Filipino visiting Madrid should dine here. Just be warned that the food may distract you from appreciating the lovely interiors of Viva Madrid. The same glazed ceramic tiles adorn the interior walls, framed by columns and dark wood panels. Imagine our national hero sitting in a quiet corner here, enjoying his light meals and vino. Imagine many of our propagandists whiling away their time here while discussing what gets printed on La Solidaridad.

 

 

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Lovely Interiors. Then, as in Now.

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Rizal’s Corner.

 

 

When you get here, do ask for Rizal’s corner. Jaime says it’s the one near the 2 columns. Check out the 6th photo. And on your way out, check out the Rizal marker. Doesn’t that make you proud?

 

 

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Good for family dining too!


Not once, but twice. Got to do it a second time, because my battery died on me just when we were on the last stretch of the Navidad drive across the city center. Yes. Bummer to the core. I wanted so much to commit the lovely spectacle to memory. But I do need to document the scenario through my cam lest i fail to describe them well. And yes, I wasn’t so happy with the iPhone shots…… so i trooped back and joined the line.

 

 

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Rode atop this bus 2x. Ikr.

 

 

Las luces y arbol de Navidad. These Madrileños do take their Christmas decor seriously. There were assigned artists/designers for certain streets. Not sure if there is a competition, but the variety from street to street certainly spelled excitement during the hour’s drive along Calle Serrano through Puerta del Alcala through Gran Via, Santo Domingo, back to Paseo de Recoletos and through Velasquez, Goya, etc and finally back to Calle Serrano. Don’t know all the names of the Calles but this second time around, I noticed the crowd getting thicker! Makes me mull over earlier plans to be in Puerta del Sol and Plaza Mayor area right on Christmas Day.

 

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Metro stop: Plaza de Colon. Then walk towards Mikhael Kors shop along Calle Serrano.

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Puerta del Alcala, looking like a bride waiting for the groom.

Calle Serrano is right within the posh neighborhood of Salamanca in Madrid. Somehow, I expected Christmas lights to be brighter and fancier in this barrio. What can I say? They were fancy, bright, colorful and festive. Just as it was everywhere else. If this is some competition, the judges would have a difficult time. If only the Navidad Bus would take time to stop for a few shots of the brightly-lit Puerta del Alcala. Or pause for a moment at the corner of Calle Goya or Calle Diego Velasquez!

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This is right by the corner in Calle serrano where the line for the NaviBus starts.

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Lovely spectacle in the posh neighborhood of Barrio Salamanca.

At 5 degree celsius and on a moving bus, it was an ordeal to take shots with frozen fingers. That plus almost everyone on the bus stands up to take shots everytime the NaviBus momentarily stops. Since this is my 2nd time, I earlier planned on WALKING around my fav streets but they were too many and kind of spread out, so I ditched the plan and took the bus at Plaza de Colon. Swell……… except that the windchill left me with freezing bones.

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Still in Barrio Salamanca. One of my favorites!

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Gran Via. Near the iconic Metropolis Building.

The iconic Palacio de Cibeles (called Palacio de Comunicaciones before 2011) looks like a gingerbread house, though one admits this edifice looks awesome even outside the Yuletide Season. The Puerta del Alcala all lighted up across Parque de Retiro somehow reminded me of December brides (don’t ask me why….), all veiled and vibrant. It’s a pity the Navidad Bus couldn’t navigate through the small streets and alleys with just as interesting luces or Christmas lights. They’re just as lovely and add to the festive spirit. Even posh department stores, signature shops and some government and big private buildings displayed some Christmas spirit.

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Calle Serrano. So Christmasy!

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Palacio de Cibeles looking like a Gingerbread house.

By the time the NaviBus negotiated its way back to Calle Serrano side of Plaza de Colon, the infants on the bus with me were asleep, the toddlers crying out of hunger, and the more senior gingerly walking down the steps (from the open top section of the bus), likely with freezing knees and limbs. As for the teens and young at heart? I wonder if they really joined the line to view the luces y arbol. They were very “BUSY” keeping themselves “warm” at the back of the bus. Ahem. 😉

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Multi-colored Christmas Gift boxes?

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Arbol de Navidad…… in funky pink!

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Photo sourced from the Net. Feliz Navidad a todos!


It’s that prized white garlic from Spain. And in dear España, ajo is a cook’s best friend. The cloves are finer and the aroma and taste more intense. It is a prized condiment grown in the tiny village of Chinchón, some 50 kilometers southeast of Madrid.

 

 

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Ajos (Garlic) : A Cook’s Best Friend

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The Iglesia towers over the Plaza mayor of Chinchón. Be sure to climb up to the Iglesia for a panoramic view of the entire pueblo.

 

 

Took the green La Veloz 337 Bus off Conde de Casal Metro Station. It’s easy to spot those green buses from the corner. Bus 337 bound for Valdelaguna takes you to Chinchón in less than an hour. Don’t fret once the bus drives out to “provincia” away from the “ciudad”. Before long, you’d zigzag along hills and reach the “pueblo”. The driver will let you off in the Convento which is just a 5-7 minute walk to the Plaza Mayor.

 

 

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The Bus 337 (La Veloz) drops you off , then picks you up on a spot with this view.

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A short uphill climb from the Plaza Mayor to the Iglesia and Torre del Reloj.

 

 

This picturesque village is quiet, off-the-beaten path, but certainly teeming with history and culture. Its grace matched by charming old ladies who’d chat with you like there’s no tomorrow. Old men unmindful of time, seated by a bench between the Clock Tower and Church, overlooking the pueblo. No need for maps. The locals are eager to give you tips — check out Goya’s house, the Ermita de San Roque and San Anton, try the coffee with the local anisette liquor and the pan (bread) con anis. Or just walk leisurely along the narrow streets lined with apartments with wooden balconies and joined by arches as the alleys spill into Plaza Mayor.

 

 

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Around the Plaza is the ayuntamiento (Town hall), many tabernas and panaderias with different shapes and designs of bread tainted with anis!

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The town hall of Chinchón.

 

 

One charming old lady convinced me to buy 5 breads from her. Anti-crisis, she kept saying, in that distinct, forceful Spanish intonation. She made my day! Claiming a seat in one of the tabernas around the plaza, I munched on my pan con anis with cafe con…… What else, anis! Chinchón is famous for its anis as much as its ajos. In fact they have separate garlic and anis festivals in this quaint village.

 

 

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Torre del Reloj. Clock Tower.

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Many houses are adorned with this red patch with an image of the Infant Jesus. I find the locals here more religious, more spiritual, more kind and welcoming.

 

 

No wonder Goya was enchanted with Chinchón. His brother lived here where he is the local priest. The house is very near the residence of the Duchess of Alba who allegedly posed for his Maja — naked or otherwise — portraits. Apart from Goya, there’s Orson Welles who loved Chinchón so much he asked that his ashes be buried here. What drew these 2 great men to Chinchón?

 

 

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Next time, I’d try this Taberna near goya’s crib.

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Walking around, I counted off just 5 tourists.

 

 

I wonder. As for me…. I think I had my monthly dose of anise in a single afternoon, and it’s threatening to give me a migraine. Could be the anisetto liquour in my cafe cortado or maybe the pan con anis I bought from the local panaderia. 🙂

 

 

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So much has been written about the national hero and his life here in Madrid. For many Rizal enthusiasts, our numero uno patriot’s habit of writing down almost every detail of his life makes it easier to imagine how he spent his days here in Madrid. But what was really going on in his mind? Rizal listed down every peseta spent and even drawn or sketched the items, places and persons he liked. Like some bloggers would? Except that these days, memory catchers do not require drawing skills. Back then, Rizal’s penchant to record (and to share, via his letters) compelled him to sketch to amply describe the things he wrote about.

 

 

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Rizal’s First Madrid Nest in Calle Amor de Dios, 13-15 (Sept 1882-May 1883)

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Rizal studied Medicine here, which later became Colegio de Medicos in Madrid.

 

 

Having just arrived in Madrid , how did he find his first residence in Calle Amor de Dios 13-15? Out of his comfort zone, far from his family and friends, unaccustomed to Spanish ways and practices. When he walks home from school, did anyone ask him how his day went? Though he lives very near his school, did he go out for long walks to enjoy the solitude, even the desolation? Was he overwhelmed by the grandeur of Spanish monuments and buildings, enchanted by the sophistication of the theatre, confused by the flashy (and heavily adorned) costumes of men engaging in violent bullfights or simply disoriented by the four seasons, late meals and very late nights?

 

 

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Rizal took painting lessons here in Escuela de Bellas Artes de San Fernando in Calle Alcala, a main road in Madrid. Now a museum of fine arts.

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Madrid-based Filipino historian and Rizal enthusiast Jaime Marco led me to many of our hero’s favorite haunts. He does this con gusto and with much sincerity. You can almost “touch” Jaime’s passion as he rattles off historical trivia about his favorite Filipino. Neither did Jaime fail to remind me during our walks that we are likely stepping on the same cobblestoned paths, touching the same old city walls or banisters, dining in the same corner of a favorite restaurante cum hangout, looking at the exact painting which inspired Lolo Pepe to write his Noli Me Tangere. Now, this last one is a highlight for me. I made so many visits to the Prado Museum but not once bothered to check out Corregio’s “Noli Me Tangere” showing a Biblical illustration of the resurrected Jesus subtly restraining Mary Magdalene from touching Him before He sees His Father. Jaime said the Corregio painting has always hung in that same spot. Ergo, we were viewing the painting exactly where Rizal stood and drew inspiration! Viewing this painting provokes one to mull over what went on in our national hero’s mind.

 

 

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Prado Museum. This Museo any visitor should never miss.

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Correggio’s NOLI ME TANGERE is a Biblical illustration of Jesus restraining Mary Magdalene from touching Him before He ascends to His Father.

 

 

Who knows? But Jaime made me stand there to dig deep into my sentiments. I told him I was actually drawn more to Magdalene….. sensing her conflict, touched by her submission and quiet acceptance of something she failed to understand then. Her self-restraint is evident. Self-restraint bordering on agony. Jaime pokes your inner core as much as he gave this much thought. My amateur (but honest layman’s) opinion may fail his standards, but I can imagine Lolo Pepe being moved by that painting. How I’d love to know what prompted Rizal to write Noli after seeing this Corregio masterpiece! This time, he never committed his “inspiration” to writing. No clues. No letters alluding to his feelings over this obramaestra. No hints. But I’m sure he made many walks around the ciudad digesting this newfound inspiration, perhaps even outlining his thoughts while meandering around the streets and alleys of madrid. Quo pasa, Pepe?

 

 

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Rizal’s Madrid. Then as in Now. Some things — and monuments — never change.

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Teatro Infante Isabel. Same facade. Same seats! Imagine sitting in the same seat as Rizal when he watched the opera then.

 

 

Having exhausted himself, Rizal would likely not go home yet after those “meditative” walks. Maybe he’d visit some of his friends: Paterno, Viola, Luna, Lopez Jaena, Del Pilar. If he had enough money, I bet he dropped in at the nearby Teatro Infanta Isabel. Perhaps with some friends. The same friends with whom he’d have a drink at the Viva Madrid or Los Gabrielles, a few steps and a turn off the corner from his apartment. Did he eat heartily? Did he drink rioja, cerveza or sidra? Did he find the paella too moist? How was your day, Pepe?

 

 

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Viva Madrid and its lovely interiors and glazed ceramic tiles. A favorite hangout of many Filipino patriots. A marker is installed here, thanks to Jaime marco et al.

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Did Rizal enjoy the blackest, inkiest, most delicioso Paella Negra here with extra servings of salsa alioli? Viva Madrid and its lovely interiors.

 

 

Jaime pointed out that Rizal’s financial woes left him moving through many Madrid apartments. He is not as rich as Viola or Paterno with his golden spoon on his breast pocket, but Rizal’s wit and intellect combine for a most engaging personality and presence sought by many. That photo where Rizal clowned around dressed like an Egyptian scribe to pose for Luna’s Death of Cleopatra is a gem. Rizal without his overcoat, laughing his way through that sitting for another genius and another favorite Filipino, Juan Luna. I wonder if they were sober when they did that pose. Did they have a good round of drinks at Los Gabrielles, a few steps from Viva madrid and his apartment in Calle Fernandez y Gonzales, 8? Que tal, Pepe?

 

 

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The humorous side of Jose Rizal, posing as a scribe in Luna’s rendition of Death of Cleopatra. Such “clowns”!

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Hotel Ingles….. Venue of the banquet celebrating Luna and hidalgo’s victories in the art department. Where Rizal mentioned “Genius has no country”….

 

 

In that Hotel Ingles banquet celebrating Luna and Hidalgo’s victories, Rizal’s toast turned out to be a long speech peppered with bravado and nationalistic fervor. It is claimed Rizal has not had a meal that day and promptly got a bit intoxicated, if not uninhibited, to give that fiery speech. What was in his mind? Did that speech stir those patriotic fibers in the hearts of the Filipino expats then? Where was Rizal going with that message? Quo vadis, Pepe?

 

 

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Rioja, cerveza o sidra?

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Calle Atocha, 43, where the newspaper La Solidaridad was published to give voice to the Filipino community in Spain.

 

 

After that speech, did the Madrid-based Filipinos “regroup” for a tertulla or perhaps organize a La Solidaridad meeting the same night? Or did they simply walk their separate ways, fascinated with Madrid’s quaint alleys, passing many apartments with laundry out to dry on balconies, eager to reach their homes or apartments to think through that moment of awakening. I read and re-read that part of the celebratory toast to Hidalgo and Luna and each time, feel my emotions stirring as I read the lines…….

 

“Luna and Hidalgo are as much Spanish glories as they are Filipino. Just as they were born in the Philippines, they could have been born in Spain, because genius has no country, genius blossoms everywhere, genius is like the light, the air, it is the heritage of all”
—— Jose Rizal.

 

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Typical street scene in madrid, circa 2013. 😉

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Madrid Then and Now.

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Quo Vadis, Pinoys?


Earlier, I blogged about my ‘food trip’ while spending nearly 3 months based in Madrid, Spain. If you’ve been following my blogs, you won’t be surprised to know that food is an essential part of all my travels. In that earlier blog (Eating Around Spain), I rattled on and on over Spanish paella, cochinillo, boquerones y rabo de toro. I have reminded many of my friends never to miss Mercado de San Miguel near Plaza Mayor which just happened to be one of my “happy places” while in Madrid. Obviously, I have gained more favoritos in my first 2 weeks here and now feel compelled to make these additions.

 

 

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Best Cocido Madrileño. Only in La Gran Tasca in Calle Santa Engracia near cuatro caminos.

 

 

While cocido madrileño is traditionally a winter dish, it is mercifully available yearround, so don’t fret. Try it in what claims to be the best cocido in Madrid. La Gran Tasca Ristorante. You won’t miss it. Just take the metro (2) line and get off at Rios Rosas and walk along Calle Santa engracia towards Cuatro Caminos. It should be on your left side. For more details, just click on the link.

 

 

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Pricier as it is trendier. Love the anchoas del cantabrico here in mercado de san anton.

 

 

Filipino historian and Rizal expert Jaime Marco gave me a “Rizal’s Madrid” tour here, as well as introduced me to such delightful dining places I missed the last few trips. I soooo love Mercado de San Miguel near Plaza Mayor. Love the vibe, even the crowds. But if you really want to eat, claim a stool, leisurely sip your cortado or cafe con leche, and savor quality deli food, go to Mercado de San Anton in the chueca neighborhood just off Gran Via. You’d know what i mean when you get there. For details and directions, just click on this link. Buen Provecho!


 

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I was on my 10th week in Madrid. Yes, the blues getting in the way this early in the morning. Coffee in hand, I’d find myself looking out the window. As I allowed homesickness to creep in, various morning activities are framed behind the glass windows. You could almost hear the beans grinding, smell the coffee brewing, silvers clinking to make those bocadillos (sandwiches), and feel those hurried daddy hugs as toddlers see them off to the door.

 

But this one’s different. In one of those window frames, I find this cat. Across the space between us, we looked at each other. He must have been busy watching others beating the “morning rush” from his window. As I was. It’s interesting how many of them do nearly the same thing at the same time every morn.

 

By the time I boarded the train for another one of those day trips, I was still thinking of the kitty…..when I spotted something unusual on the train floor. Lying asleep was this young man’s best friend. Both buddies in dreamland. They looked tired. They were still doing their REM when I passed them to disembark.

 

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What a sweet life? These animals live without the complications humans have. No budgets to keep. No compulsion to inventory for future needs. They hunt or get only for their daily needs. If they do store for a rainy day, it is for their own consumption. Not for business. Unlike humans who love to enrich themselves. I wonder. Do they feel envy? Is there a rich dog or a poor cat? Or would those adjectives apply only to their masters? And if there is a rich dog, does he flaunt his wealth the way some humans do?

 

In Alcala de Henares, I spent a whole morning munching through a whole bocadillo, nipping on thin manchego shavings, sipping my cafe con leche while watching the storks busily minding their nests. The whole episode gave me a stiff neck, looking up much of the time. But my snooping exposed me to a valuable lesson in life.

 

 

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The storks here in Alcala de Henares, a university town just a few minutes train ride from Madrid, is a whole community. Their nests differ only in location (some high up atop spires, others in lower arched windows, still others in between steel bars of a crane) but never much in terms of size.
Almost uniform in height and width, the nestlings look uncomplaining and comfortable. Mom and Dad storks fly in and out, presumably with something to feed their young. Some simply standing by, looking like they’re waiting for the first nestling to attempt a first flight. As they wait, they don’t seem to mind much else. How can they stay perched on a ledge for hours on end?

 

 

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Patience. Many of us struggle to tame our temper. I am not sure about this. Nor do I have the proper academic background to draw any conclusions. But obviously, humans can pick up a few lessons on temper management here.

This is my entry to the Weekly Photo Challenge: Unique.


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Here is a summary of the day trips I took while based in Madrid last year (2012). Thought it would be easier to check out which blog interests you by giving you this list. Just click away!

Avila

Saint Therese of Avila

Segovia: Home of Cochinillo

El Escorial: Not Just Another Gravesite

Valle De Los Caidos: El Hombre Generalissimo Franco

La Segunda Vez En Sevilla

Semana Santa In Cordoba

Eating Around Spain : In Madrid and Elsewhere

An Easy Day Trip to Toledo

Early Start To Valencia, Spain

Do-It-Yourself Trip to Aranjuez

Barcelona

Montserrat in Barcelona

Las Ramblas In Barcelona: What’s All The Hype?

Alcala de Henares: A Pleasant Surprise


This is a Phlog. That’s short for Photo Blog. Here goes. My life in Madrid in Phlog.

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