The Decline and Fall of English

Last night we went to the Kursaal. (The big building from outerspace that landed next to the ocean and river in the neighborhood of Gros) We went to a fundraiser event for the employees of "Egunkaria," a Basque-language newspaper founded in 1990 which was raided in 2003 by the Guardia Civil (Spanish, national police force) because of suspected relations with the terrorist group ETA. No proof was ever found to convict the handful of employees that were imprisoned and tortured, so they were eventually released. However, they await another trial in Madrid and thus need money for all of the legal expenses. So that's where the thousands of Basque spectators come in. Each ticket to the event cost 20 Euros but we managed to find five tickets for free from a generous lady at the last minute. (Because we don't want to support terrorism) The newspaper has not since returned to publish, and many suspect that its closure and that of other publications (This is not an isolated case) is due to its leftist tendencies and not due to any actual wrongdoings. Therefore, there have been massive protests.

The whole political situation is basically like what happens to the animal rights and environmental activists in the United States, but on a more racist, macro level. Just another purging of the left in another corner of the world. So if someone asks you about the basque country feel free to tell them that it's a society full of terrorists; 2,589,000 to be exact. Having said that, it's basically a miracle that I'm still alive.

The event itself was pretty enjoyable. I'd never even been inside of the Kursaal before and was pleased with the speeches, poetry, music, and general solidarity of the atmosphere. A few performances (Ken 7, Erramun Martikorena, Mikel Urdangarin) were from artists that I'm familiar with, so I enjoyed seeing them live.

In other news:
I ran a marathon today. Well, part of one anyway. I was laughing. When I left the house this morning I realized there were a bunch of people running in the street, so I joined them because it's not everyday that you can run in the street. I caught up with a biker and shouted at him, "Aizu! zein da lasterketa hau?" And he informed me that it was the Donostia marathon. "Wow, What a coincidence!" I thought as I zoomed by another group of fatigued runners. I was just doing my hour-long, three beaches run from one side of the town to the other and back, while the others were huffin-and-puffin down the streets after three hours running through the city. Since Donostia is a pretty small city enclosed by mountains the participants were forced to go on a circuit. Not the most ideal marathon. I, on the other hand, enjoyed running my 12k and having people offer me water and cheer me on through parts of it.
"Aurrera!" "Aupa!" "Segi Campeon!" "Venga."


Kursaal


A Protest Denouncing the Events against "Egunkaria" in Donostia


The Audience Last Night

First off, it's nice to be living with a family that openly talks with me about the illusory-world we live in, communism, socialism, corporate takeover of the world, environmental impacts created by society, decline in the quality and safety of foods, and absurdities like restless leg syndrome, which are the things we talked about tonight at the dinner table. As I told them about restless leg syndrome Mikel could not stop laughing, and it almost brought a tear to my eye to experience the clarity with the world-view we shared. We also talked about Basque and how in Europe these days everything is converting to English. Since Karmele is a teacher at the University of the Basque Country she was commenting on how nowadays her colleagues aren't promoting the use of the language as much, which she sees as a greater trend occurring in Europe and in the world. I.e. A great banalisation of the world.

This solidifies my reason for wanting to come to the Basque Country in the first place. To experience a place that stands as a gleaming example against this trend. After all, although it is widely studied, not so many people know English here. Moreover, Basque is one of the oldest languages in the world and also one of the smallest. The result is a society full of people who promote the use of an exotic language despite the inconveniences this may cause for the greater world society. It is inspirational to be a part of that.

I had been getting lazy with my Basque and reading a bunch of crap in English, but recently I realized I needed to keep going forward with my studies even though I'm not receiving credit for them because it has become a hobby. If someone does not practice their hobby they start to feel an emptiness which is what I was feeling. So lately, I've been setting some goals for myself such as:
-Write at least a page in Basque about a topic of my choice this weekend. (I haven't written anything in Basque in over one month and have noticed a significant stasis with my development.)
-Finish the book I'm reading before I head back home. (New York, New York by Gotzon Garate. I like this book because each chapter can be read on it's own, without connection to a greater story. Each chapter documents real experiences witnessed and held by the Basque author over the years that he lived in some of the most poor and dangerous neighborhoods of the famous city. Some rather dark subject matter such as murder, drug addiction, prostitution, broken families, disease; but it is nonetheless a light read.)

I had my Friday four-hour Basque class tonight at the Euskaltegi, Legazpi 6 tonight. I love that class! There are only 5 students in the class so it's really personal. Tonight I was in a really funny mood and just kept laughing the whole class. Laughing is good for class it shifts everything in my mind, it takes everything I don't understand and turns it into something I can laugh at until I figure it out. This is ultimately more productive than getting all serious, furrowing my brow, and trying to understand something when I'm just not ready to "get it." The teacher has been taking some great steps to provide me with opportunities to study what I want. Today she gave me about 70 different basque songs and also directed me to my new favorite website:
http://mediateka.fonoteka.com/orokorra.php?idi=eus&sec=3

Tomorrow my friend is going to take me to another Bertsolaritza competition. She says she doesn't want me to get bored like I did last time. I probably will. Although the other day I understand my first verse which I was pretty excited about.

Elizondo

The view that made me realize I had already been there

Weekend in Elizondo

For the past two weekends I’ve couchsurfed Basque country style. I was a bit surprised that there actually are couchsurfers from the Basque country, since the couchsurfing project goes against Basque social sentiment. E.g. Aversion to foreign things; closed-circle social stratification. Needless to say, I took advantage of the language search feature on the website and screened everyone from the province of Nafarroa and the provinces of the Iparraldea to make sure that they knew Basque as an expert and would be an adequate host for me. After sending messages to ten different people I attained a 20% reply rate (two people, both from Nafarroa).

So, last weekend I went to the town of Lesaka where I spent two weeks doing a Barnetegi during the summer. I stayed with a 35yr old guy named Iñaki. He told me a story about a cross on top of one of the surrounding hillsides, saying that a somewhat crazy guy had climbed up to the mountain with an ax and chopped the cross down at the base. So they rebuilt the cross, making it out of concrete. As he told me this story Iñaki pointed out to me that the very guy who chopped the cross down had just walked by. Then we walked up a hillside where Iñaki showed me his baratzea. It was full of apple trees, chestnuts and kiwis. He explained to me that anything can grow in Lesaka especially given the right microclimate. (I spotted a very healthy looking patch of Banana trees growing on a hillside.)Since Iñaki couldn’t offer me a place to sleep he made reservations at the local hostel where I stayed during the barnetegi.

This weekend I traveled to Elizondo after contacting a host named Idoia. Although she was having her 30th birthday party she was more than eager to have me stay with her. So I left Saturday from the bus station with a backpack, a jacket, a scarf and a bottle of Blanc Pescador in hand. I passed through some very romantic towns with old buildings and church steeples surrounding riversides until I arrived in Elizondo. When I got off the bus there were three girls waiting for me, they walked me to a car and we all went to Idoia’s house where she was busy preparing falafels for her birthday dinner. There were sixteen of us at the dinner.

Idoia and her friend Ainara work in the town of Zugarramurdi just next to the border which is a small town famous for its witch caves. They explained to me that they work both in the museum and also giving tours, and Ainara was explaining to me how she was nervous the day before because she had to give a tour in English to the USAC group.

I was very happy at dinner with my decision to come to Elizondo and knew that I was going to have a great night. After dinner we exited the house and walked towards the center of town where all the bars were at. As we rounded the turn on an old street we came upon a river. As soon as I stepped on to the bridge and looked up stream I realized I had already visited Elizondo once before. As the group all headed towards the bars I decided to go off on a side street and do some exploring, so I caught up with them later. At 2am wandering the streets I walked past cats, miniature ponies, and vegetable gardens with giant gourds and dried corn stalks, old houses and was in an extremely good mood and excited about the night ahead of me.

I found our group and then we hung out in the bar for a little while and I talked to some of Idioa’s friends and danced a bit. Then at about 4am we all took the one kilometer bus ride to the Diskoteka, Lur, which was located in a converted warehouse at the outskirts of town. We had to pay 9 euros to enter the club with a huge dance floor and a big screen TV which projected the videos of the songs being played. It was a pretty spectacular place (in the Guy Debord sense of the term) because all the videos showed images of super model girls in thongs and tight clothes dancing around the rapper or whoever’s video it was. This meant that the dj only played popular songs, and didn’t even bother mixing them together. Lame! But, I had lots of fun anyway. It was interesting because although I only had three or four drinks the entire night, just the atmosphere and the people I was with influenced my state to a large degree. I guess I could say I chose to have a good time, but I just knew it as soon as I arrived to Idoia’s house.

The diskoteka closed at 7:30 so we left and hung out in the street for awhile. I finally got back to Idoia’s house and was asleep by nine.

New Semester

When August ended I left the barnetegi in Amorebieta with one of my classmates. She dropped me off in her town, Deba. From their I took the EuskoTren to Donostia, called Fernando (my new Colombian landlord and housemate) and took a taxi to my new home on calle Miracruz in the neighborhood Gros. It was a very nicely located house: right next to the river, 3 blocks from the beach overlooking the triangle shaped Pinudi Plaza. It was a hot, beautiful day.

Fast forward one month later and I find myself in a new house in a different neighborhood, Antiguo. Antiguo is located on the opposite end of town, and is rather separate from the rest of Donostia. I'm living with a family and am relieved of the household duties I had at my last place. Now I have more time to study and do other things. I'm living with a middle aged couple named, Mikel and Karmele. They have two daughters, 18 and 21 who are doing ERASMUS programs in Berlin and London. This family normally takes students through USAC, but since they applied too late they found my ad posted in the University and contacted me.

Karmele and Mikel are euskaldun berriak, which means they have learned Basque as a second language. They both study english in their spare time, and I nearly piss myself everytime Mikel tries to speak it with me. He has a really fun voice and he totally overly exaggerates the american accent. The other night he did an impression of the accent without saying any actual words, which cracked me up. Just imagine the villain in a John Wayne-style western film with a bunch of marbles in his mouth.

Karmele is very friendly and talkative mostly because she knows more Basque than Mikel. (I also know more Basque than Mikel). She had to achieve the title EGA via Basque language studies so that she could be a professor here at the local University. We live three minutes on foot from the campus where she teaches Child Education, and this just so happens to be the same building where I'm studying Spanish in the afternoons.

I showed her the picture from my last post and she couldn't believe it. She still hasn't found out who put the plant there. She always tells me things about the university and the people there. For example, she told me she thinks my spanish teacher is a really strict, unfriendly person, so I related a story about how one day I made a joke in class about how I couldn't do my homework because I got locked out of my house in the rain with my book and the rain caused all the ink to bleed together. My teacher did not catch the exaggerated sardonicism in my voice and started to lecture me about not doing homework. Hahaha. It's nice to be able to relate to my new mom and, because of her, the people who work at the university recognize me and, because I've met some of them, they always say hi to me on the way to class.

Karmele, Mikel and I always get into really interesting conversations, and although I haven't even been here a week I'm already at ease with my new living situation.

This Was at the University Just Outside of my Spanish Class

Photos

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Lesaka

2009-08-11

Lesaka

The town I’m in right now has a population of 2,700 people. It is part of a group of towns in upper-nafarroa known as the Bortziriak (5 villages). These are: Bera, Lesaka, Igantzi, Etxalar and Arantza.
This region borders Gipuzkoa to the north and west and France to the north and east. Nafarroa is no longer part of the coalition of the provinces of Araba, Bizkaia, and Gipuzkoa which make up the Basque autonomous region known as Euskadi. This means it receives little to no support from the government to help the language. Therefore, the barnetegi I’m in right now is run by IKA which is an Euskaltegi based in Gasteiz, the capital of Araba.

All the towns of the bortziriak region are rather small and there is no intercity bus service, but rather a bus that runs occasionaly through the towns from Donostia. I arrived on one of these. I was one of the two passengers on the standard size bus, and when the driver stopped in Lesaka I didn’t even realize it was where I needed to get off until he shouted at me. I walked about a quarter kilometre with my camping backpack, suitcase and backpack to an old building, the Barnetegi. It’s right in the middle of town, with a bar named kattu, kitchen, and dining room on the bottom floor.

This Barnetegi is a bit different from the last. Instead of grammar classes eight hours/day we finish at 2pm and eat lunch then do different activities, excursions, workshops, etc. In the afternoon. We are broken up into teams and have to help setting the tables for meals, clearing them off, and bringing the others coffee and tea and desert. Smoking is allowed in the dining room, so I often have that smell on my clothes after eating, which can be somewhat of a nuisance since i’m from California.

The first week I wasn’t feeling it, but I’m starting to get into the swing of things now. Sometimes it’s hard to be in a classroom during the summer…sometimes it’s just plain hard to be in a classroom. I couldn’t really think of anything else that would be interesting to do here during the summer. I would most likely be really bored and or lonely otherwise. At least in the barnetegis I have plentiful opportunities to make friends, learn new things, visit new places, get my meals and my sleeping arrangements taken care of, and gather new life experiences. Yeah, it’s a pretty nice set up.

I’m sharing a room with three girls. It’s an interesting experience to say the least. There was another older woman with us the first two nights, but she realized her snoring was bothering us, so she decided to leave. I’m on a floor with a balcony. The balcony leads from one side of the building to the other. On one end is our room and on the other is the bathroom. Every morning when I look from the balcony at the old church steeple and houses, and the mountains shrouded in mist I feel like I’m in a different world, like something out of a fairy tale.

The village itself is quite different from any place I’ve ever been. Everything is old. There’s a small stream running through the center of town with some disproportianately large fish, numerous bars, a few shops, and lots of baratzeak (vegetable gardens) peppered throughout the town. That’s one side of town. The other side of town (literally almost half the town) is taken up by the industrial sector, featuring one huge iron factory that provides jobs to some 700 people. It’s quite the contrast. Lesaka is, nonetheless, a very friendly place. Whenever I’m running through town people always salute me with a customary “Aio!”

Today we walked to a neighboring town, Igantzi to visit the last basketmaker in the Bortziriak region. Crafting a basket right in front of us he explained to us that there used to be 40 or so basquet makers. With his hands that have literally been deformed from years of basket making he explained to us that he constructs all of his baskets using only chestnut wood, and that chestnut trees have been recently infected by a lethal fungal disease.

Earlier today as I was going back to school after eating my morning pintxo I ran into Rafa, the guy who gave us a tour of the town the first day. An older man in his sixties or seventies. Before the tour began he said out loud to everyone that they deserved recognition for learning basque and then he came up to me and shook my hand and said that I REALLY deserved recognition for being from California and studying Basque. He had told us about the church and other touristy things, and also commented on some of the little details in the town, such as the statue work on this one balcony that featured lions as supports intricately endowed with barrabilak (testicles) and zakilak (penises).

Anyway, when I ran into Rafa today, he was pushing a stroller with a little girl inside of it. He led me into his house asking me if I wanted to see the Lesaka version of the San Fermin festival. At the bottom of his house he had set up a little model of some of the town complete with the river, figurines, and the city hall. He also had some music rigged up to go along with it. His friend just so happened to be dropping off a box of fresh produce from his baratze at the same time, which reminded me to ask if there were any opportunities to get to know how the baratzeak function. Rafa, nonetheless, suggested I meet up with him and his friends in the night to talk about it at a bar.

So I went to the bar tonight at 8pm and met his friends and told them a little bit about myself, and my interest in basque, gardens, food production and what have you. We arranged that I will go tomorrow to visit one friend’s baratzea and Rafa suggested I bring a notebook to write some things down.

So tomorrow at 7pm I will dive head first into the secret world of the Basque baratzea!

To be continued…

Nire Astebaterako Bizilekua Donostiako Abuztuaren Hogeita Hamaika Kalean

New Living Situation

Since the Barnetegi ended in Lazkao I have about a week before the next one starts. I will be going to Lesaka in Nafarroa, the Bortz-hiria region. I'm going to do another Barnetegi there for two weeks followed by another two weeks at different barnetegi in the province of Bizkaia. I will be at that one while the Herriko jaialdiak (Fiestas del pueblo) are happening in Bilbao. Which implies even more partying.

One thing remains clear after being here...the basques know how to party! In the summer there's pretty much a different village festival every weekend. I have been to one for the past two weekends. A week ago in Ordizia, and last night in Errenteria. I was with people from the Barnetegi when we went to the party in Ordizia. There were numerous local bands playing in the plaza. The whole night was great, some girls I met in the street gave me a t-shirt, I visited the local Gaztetxea (literally: Youth House). There were tons of people in the street.

Last night I took a 20min bus ride to the town of Errenteria because my friend, Juanan, invited me to celebrate his town's festival. I hung out with him and his cousin all night. There was a plaza filled with people and a dj playing. Most of the tunes the dj played were rather pop-y and I nearly pissed myself when he threw on Boom Boom I Want You in My Room by the Venga Boys. It was a lot of fun though. Juanan introduced me to a lot of his friends and we ended up partying in the streets till after the sunrise. I took a bus back to Donostia, and walked through the old part, already too late on a sunday morning to have to dodge drunken folk in order to make it back to my new home.

I rented a shared flat for a week. It's located in the old part just at the foot of Monte Urgull on the most famous street of the city, La calle 31 de Agosto.

From Wikipedia:
1813 On 31 August, British and Portuguese troops besieging San Sebastián defeat French occupying troops. The relieving troops lost all self-control and burnt down the city, in spite of the fact that the inhabitants were anti-French. Only the street at the foot of the hill (now called 31 August Street) remains.

Every August 31st the people turn off the lights of the street and hang white candles from their balconies to commemorate the event.

This week I have a very long to-do list. The most important thing on the list is to find a place to live for the fall. I want to live with Basque-speaking students so I can keep practicing the language.

I also plan to enjoy the beach and hang out with some friends. On Wednesday I will finally get to see Aitor at work. Since the season of Goenkale ended he is directing a new TV series called, Go!azen.

What I'm Doing in July

2009-07-03

Barnetegi-
Maizpide

On Monday I arrived to Maizpide, one of the many barnetegis located in the basque country. This particular one is located in a small town named Lazkao which has a creek running through the middle of it with some decent-sized fish and, the other day, a dead rat. It is not a suitable creek for swimming and epitomizes the adulturated version of nature found throughout the basque country and throughout most of europe for that matter.

Anyway, Maizpide is one of the most renowned barnetegis in the basque country and features many newspaper articles attached to one entryway board that attests to this fame. After the first five days here I have to say that from an academic standpoint this fame is well deserved. The teachers definitely know their material and, as far as the facility itself, for 800euros one gets a place to live for an entire month including bathroom and shower facilities a small dresser, desk, bunkbed, gameroom with pool, foosball, and pingpong, a movie theatre, laundry room, library and three meals/day. This coupled with the eight hours/day of classroom time make a seemingly great deal.

Nevertheless, eight hours per day in a classroom becomes very tedious very fast. The atmosphere is probably what makes the experience most worthwhile. I share a room with two other guys, and in general the other students are very nice. Since everyone is doing the same thing here, it is really easy to make friends. Most students are from the basque country, but there are a few from other parts of spain such as madrid. One student lived in Palo Alto and did his PHD at the center for basque studies in Reno.

Another interesting experience…Today as I passed a cafe someone turned and shouted at me, “Hey Yanquee! Go Home! I gave him the finger and then he stood up and started to approach me. I thought it must have been one of the many locals I met when I went out to the local bars last night. I asked him who he was and he turned out to be a person people had been telling me about, an ex Maizpide student who had come back to visit some friends. This student as I had been told was from California and had a mom from the US and a dad from the Basque Country. So I finally met him, Jon, who graduated from CalPoly, a real-live Basque from the United States. We spoke for a while in Basque and later in English. Although a strange experience, I remained ecstatic. Finally I had met someone from practically the same place with the same language repertoire as I.

My class (and the rest of the school for that matter) is mostly composed of spanish speaking people, but there are also a few people from different places. There is a guy from Iparralde (france) who has only studied in Euskaltegis in France. He has a very thick french accent whenever he speaks Basque. There's also another guy in my class from the Netherlands. He is very good at basque and picks up grammatical points extremely quickly to which I am quite envious. After five days of being here I am already somewhat of a celebrity. People always ask me the same questions to which I'm getting pretty good at answering. The fact that I'm such a unique case here really facilitates making friends. I am having some difficulty adjusting to the custom of going to bars all the time to socialize. I just don't see much value in social interaction in a place where you can't even hear the person your talking to.

Already I am learning quite a bit at this school and have realized that the grammatical points that we will be studying in this class are structures that are not even used by native speakers because of their complexity. Alas I am very satisfied with my elective class, The “Hika mode”. This is a colloquail way to express “you”as opposed to the more general “Zuka mode”. In Hika the verb forms change for the person you’re talking to. When Hika is used the YOU verbs not only change, but also the verb forms for I, WE, Third person, and they. It is a rather widely used form that is not studied in schools.
What the hell am I talking about??!! Here’s an example

English:
1: Hey! How are you?
2: I’m good, and you?
1: I’m fine. What did you say to Jon today?
2: Hmmm…I don’t know. I didn’t tell him anything.

Normal Basque (Zuka):
1: Aizu! Nola zaude?
2: Ongi nago, eta zu?
1: Ongi nabil. Zer esan diozu Joni gaur?
2: Ba…Ez dakit. Ez diot ezer esan.

Hika (for talking with a male):
1:Aizak! Nola hago?
2: Ongi nagok, eta hi?
1: Ongi nabilek. Zer esan diok Joni gaur?
2: Ba…Ez zekiat. Ez zioat ezer esan.

Hika (for talking with a female):
1: Aizan! Nola hago?
2: Ongi nagon eta hi?
1: Ongi nabilen. Zer esan dion Joni gaur?
2: Ba…Ez zekinat. Ez zionat ezer esan.


Ah, Basque…There’s always something new to learn. As the Italian guy who I met on the train on the way here said, “Basque: the world’s most difficult language!”
One thing is for sure, if you taught the language you’d never have a paucity of lessons to teach.

Quick update

I sit in the Copenhagen train station sitting on a budweiser.

Scandinavia is a convergence of different currencies so my wallet is a mess. But at least I have it. I can't say the same about my camera which I stupidly left on the bus from an unkown spot inbetween Tromsø and Narvik Norway.

It's a shame too because the pictures from up there were amazing! Unbelievable! By far the most beautiful place I've ever been. I spent two nights at a couchsurfers house in Honningsvåg on the most northerly island. I met a Lithuanian guy who I hiked to the most northerly point of continental europe with. Then we both left at the same time, and, since busses are scarce up there, we hitchiked. My goal was to make it to Narvik (where the train tracks start, some 900km away) I didn't know it was so far at the time.

We waited next to an abandoned school and took some plastic chairs from it to sit next to the side of the road. We finally got picked up in broad daylight at 2am by 3 young french guys on vacation. They took us to Alta and where we had to walk across town and then wait 6 or 7 hours for a ride. We finally got one.....and it was worth it!

A norwegian. He was going to Tromsø and took us through a bunch of spectacular fjords on our 400km route while playing tour guide. I got about an hour of sleep on that ride after spending nearly 30 hours awake.

Then we waited for 2 minutes when a woman drove by with her son and jack russel terrier and picked us up. She was about 35-40 had a nice sound system in her old mercedes, and was blasting metallica. So, Tomas and I called her 'metal momma'. She took us not very far and then we waited for a few more hours in the mosquitos till 2 polish guys picked us up and dropped us at a truck stop. There was a bus schedule on the door of one restaurant, so I waited till the morning and took a bus to my destination. I was so tired I left my camera in the bus.

A Walk in the Woods

I went to Senpere in the province of Lapurdi, Iparraldean (In the north basque country)(france) the other day and went exploring. The trees finally have all their leaves back, and on this particular day, due to the heat, the forest was sweating with life.

The original Basque forest is an Oak-dominated woodland. The vast majority of the Basque country, however, has been replaced by Pinus radiata, a choice timber species.

This particular patch of forest, to my limited knowledge, seemed to be rather untouched.

My Birthday/ Hiking with a Friend to Beoian

I went to Orendain to celebrate. We ate and drank and played some pelota.

Excursion to Atapuerca/Burgos

We went to Atapuerca to check out the archeological site and to go to a historical demonstration museum to learn how the Neanderthals lived. Then we went to Burgos for one night and took a tour of the cathedral there, then went out and partied. The next day we hiked part of the Camino de Santiago, Checked out a Dolmen, and got stuck on the bus.







We went down a narrow, dead-end street, the bus driver soon realized this and had to turn the bus 180degrees. Consequently, we got stuck. Hahaha!

Andalucia

Ever since hearing the melodies of Paco de Lucia, I have wanted to come visit this place. Land of sun, beaches, flamenco, the famous alhambra and, as my lonely planet book informs, the land where Don Juan worked his mojo.

2 Nights - Cordoba
2 Nights - Granada
3 Nights - Malaga
3 Nights - Marbella
3 Nights - Sevilla


Cordoba:
La Mezquita



La Juderia



Granada:
El Alhambra










Flamenco performance in gypsy cave


Malaga:




Los Jardines Botanicos



Marbella:





Sevilla: