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15th of August, 2006 1. Vicente Blasco Ibáñez- A writer, he was born in Valencia in 1867. Was responsible for publishing a radical republican journal, El pueblo, and was put in jail thirty times for political activism. Became world famous for his war novel, Los cuatro jinetes del Apocalipsisur (1916). He traveled throughout South America , before returning to his native land at the beginning of World War I. “He died a voluntary political exile.” http://coloquio.com/famosos/blascoibanez.htm 2. Joaquín Sorolla- He was born in 1863. At the young age of fifteen, he began painting in Valencia , his hometown. At eighteen, he went to Madrid and found employment at the Prado Museum . He went to study in Rome four years later. It was there that he mastered his techniques of shading and highlighting. In 1911 The HSA got him painting for the New York Library in 1911. His works are now in his house in Madrid , the Museo Sorolla. http://www.getty.edu/art/gettyguide/artMakerDetails?maker=786&page=1 http://www.iswcs.org/iswcs2006/acompanying.php?menu=visitor§ion=tourist_programs http://www.xmission.com/~dderhak/recipe/horchc.htm http://www.openroad.com.au/tor_travel_vivavalencia.asp http://www.jencomics.com/artist_h/helmut_lotti_lyrics/valencia_lyrics.html http://www.greatbuildings.com/architects/Santiago_Calatrava.html http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fideu%C3%A0 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Acequia http://ourworld.compuserve.com/homepages/esanchez/dama.htm 27th of July, 2006 Hello all, Here is my disclaimer for this post. The following is not intended for those with weak stomachs, or for those who tear up easily and it is not what anyone would call watered down. In fact, the overall mood is most definitely a depressing one. Here goes. Bobby, Sean, Jeremy and I attended a bullfight at the local bullring here in Valencia on Friday night. Let me just say this. It was one of the more apalling spectacles I have beheld in my twenty one years on this earth. The way they treat the bulls is disgraceful, not to mention the fact that they kill the poor bull once the torturous runaround is complete. The bull comes into the ring having lost a signifcant amount of blood, with one or two blades already in him. Then he chases a bunch of clowns around the ring with no chance of causing harm on them. By the time the matador gets in the ring, the bull might as well be on his deathbed. The matador keeps the bull running just long enough to toy with him, giving him a false sense of hope that maybe he will live long enough to inflict pain on this hideon. What is even more shameful is the fact that everyone in the crowd, most of which consists of Spaniards, pulls for the matador to tease the bull and then kill him. To top off this horrific event, they bring out yet another villain to put the nail in the coffin, so to speak, and belatedly put the bull out of his misery by driving a small knife into his skull. What was so shocking were the responses I got from the Spaniards sitting around me as to how they justified this atrocity. One man had two things to say that were particularly memorable. One, that this is what the bull was born for, and two that this was a tradition that has been a part of Spain's culture for many years. I will conclude this post with what I should have said to him, had I been able to formulate these thoughts in Spanish. Regarding the tradition comment, it was also tradiition that they sacrificed virgins to appease the gods, but we don't do that anymore. And secondly, saying the bull was born for this is as ignorant as saying that African Americans were born to be slaves. As much as I hated having to witness such an injuctice, I must say that it was a once in a lifetime experience, and I am glad I was exposed to it. However, that does not change the fact that, in my opinion, it the most barbaric of all rituals I have ever seen. On a happier note, much love to all back in the States, somewhere I will be in less than 48 hours, for better or for worse... Hasta luego, C. Langdon 19th of July, 2006 Greetings and salutations, Americanos. Valencia has been quite the experience for me thus far. I could go into detail about all of the interesting aspects of Valencian culture that have hit all of us since we arrived, but in fear of boring everyone to death, and because I wish not to repeat what has been been said countless times already on this site, I will spare everyone and take a different path with this post. The following pictures were taken last Friday night, during a long walk home with Jeremy and David, which we were forced to take after the bus that was to drop us off close quit running and dropped us off even further from home than we were when we got on. It was a muggy night, and I had already removed my shirt. I let my cumbersome jeans down to my ankles and asked Jeremy if he thought it would be inappropriate for me to walk the rest of the way home with this look. Not even considering that it would lengthen the trip significantly, for that is reason enough to advise against it, Jeremy responded and asked why I did not just take them off and carry them home, along with my shirt. I thought this was an idea crazy enough to work, so that is what I did. It was a much cooler trip home for me. That much can be said. While lying in bed that night, I realized that the predominantly nude trip home served as confirmation to what I suspected when I first arrived in this foreign country. Nudity does not really matter to these people. I really did not get any second glances, and I passed numerous people, young and old. People eating, people socializing, people whom I could tell were homeless passing me on the streets- hardly one thought twice about the fact that there was a 21 year old kid in nothing but boxers strolling down the streets of their city many hours into a Saturday morning in July. This is simply not done in the States. Not only this, but as it has been overstated in previous posts, it is not abnormal to turn the television to a local channel past midnight and see Hardcore pornography. Of course by now everyone is aware of the fact that if you go to the beach here in Valencia, you will probably see more than one woman topless. I am not pointing this out to be a pervert, rather to say that I believe they place much less value on how they look here than those in America do. If you are of the female persuasion and you weigh over 120 pounds, you probably would not be caught dead wearing a string bikini, much less not having on a top at all. But here it is of no importance. Beauty comes from within, is their motto, and that is something that I respect way more than any measurements on a pretty girl. Now that I have gotten the nudity talk out of my system, I will close by saying that I am very excited about going to the Museum of Arts and Sciences today. It is the scheduled activity for today. Tuesdays we have Salsa dance lessons, Thursdays we go to the beach to play volleyball, and today we get to go to what all the natives say should be our number one destination while here in the city. If that is not enough fun for ya, a few of us just bought tickets to see a bullfight here on Friday night. When many people think of Spain, they think of bullfights, so it will definitely be cool to do something unique to the region before I return home. Enough rambling. Love to all those back in the States who are enjoying air conditioning and hot showers while we are freezing our butts off over here in their showers, and sweating our tails off in their restaurants. Look forward to seeing you at the end of the month. Hasta luego,
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