Search This Blog

About Me

My photo
This is all about my transition from an American lifestyle and culture to my newest adventure, life in Spain, in the city of Palma on the island of Mallorca in the middle of the Mediterranean sea!! I moved from the USA to Cuenca, Ecuador, South America and lived there for 7 years before moving here to Spain in early 2018. I'll be recapping some of my day-to-day experiences (and mishaps) to highlight what it's like to live here....across the pond...as well as Home Exchange trips to exciting places all over Europe!

Sunday, January 26, 2020

Christmas in Palma, Mallorca (2019)

Christmas, 2019

As you might expect, the celebrations of Christmas in other parts of the world don't always follow the same 'formula' as we're familiar with in the USA.  

Where I grew up (Port Angeles, Washington), we went into the woods to 'hunt' for our Christmas tree, chop it down (or top a tree), bring it home, decorate it, and wait for the mounds of gifts to appear on Christmas day.  We listened to holiday songs from the record player (78's and 33's) and the radio tuned into an AM station broadcasting Virginia Peterson playing the organ from Birney's restaurant in town.  I always called in and requested she play 'Silver Bells', which she did.  Everything was about Santa, Elves, and Reindeer.  There was always one evening we would hop in the car and drive around town to admire a handful of houses lavishly decorated in lights.  Sometimes we'd have snow.  Christmas morning was about opening gifts, devouring sausage, bacon, biscuits, etc and then Christmas evening was the big dinner where we gorged some more.

I assumed everybody had the same routine!!   What did I know??  I lived in a small town of 12,000 people and never travelled further than Seattle, 80 miles away!!

Fast forward.  

When I was 18, I moved to San Diego, California.  There, you purchased your tree from a parking lot stacked with trees trucked in from elsewhere.  The attire for shopping and pretty much any outdoor holiday event was shorts and tank tops!  It was odd caroling through the neighborhood singing about snow (dashing through it), winter wonderland, and the weather outside being frightful...when indeed you could still go to the beach and work on your tan.

Fast forward.  

In 2011, I moved to Cuenca, Ecuador (South America).  Again, no snow.  The first few years, I was shocked there was very little holiday lighting by the city, businesses, or even in homes!!  Christmas trees were pretty much non-existent as the forests there were made of pine and eucalptus...though fake trees were available in stores but you clutched your heart when you looked at the price!  I don't think I saw any images of Santa either.  It was funny to hear Christmas songs played in stores because they were 'the old standards' in English!  Silent Night, Joy to World, White Christmas.   Don't they have Christmas songs unique to the Spanish culture?  Not really, not unless you count Feliz Navidad!!  Gift shopping was nowhere NEAR the vapid, get-outa-my-way mentality like in the USA.  In fact, if kids got gifts, it was usually ONE and many times it would be candy.  Friends and family often purchased gift baskets at the grocery stores and stuffed them with goods like fruit, bread, coffee, candy, canned food, etc.

Christmas in Cuenca was about the children and church...not materialism.  They had a HUGE parade that lasted hours involving (slowwwww moving) trucks decorated with the expertise level of a senior prom, a gagillion kids dressed like angels, kings, and shepherds, along with horses and donkeys draped in colorful strings of candy, fruit, and bottles.  A few 'floats' also had dead pigs.

With each passing year that I was there (2011 - 2018) more and more lights were put up by the city in the old central and down along the river.  Even Santa started to show up in both images and an appearance in the parade.  Commercialism was creeping in and mixing with the old culture.

Fast forward.

Present day (2019).  What is Christmas like in Mallorca, Spain?  Very different.  Again, no snow.  Same English Christmas songs in the air at the mall.  No Santa Claus's in the malls.  No dead trees to buy at a lot. Orange, lemon, olive, almond, and palm trees are not known for making good Christmas trees.  In fact, I didn't see many trees, albeit fake, in homes either...maybe due to space since the majority live in apartments.  Though it was common to see lights strung across balconies, it's the lights the city puts up that are 'wowsers'!!!

In late November, utility trucks with hydraulic bucket lift come out of the woodwork.  Workers wrap tree trunks and limbs with white lights, pre-fabricated panels to poles and across intersections.  There's a few streets where they've shaped the trees so the limbs stretch across the street to almost touch those on the other side, creating a tunnel effect.

The city puts on a special event during the first week of December when all the lights are turned on.  Thousands fill the streets to watch the spectacular and listen to musical performances from giant stages erected around the city.  For the next 30 days or so, all sorts of performances are held in plazas, temporary stages, and theaters.

In several of the larger plazas, workers install pre-fabbed kiosks creating outdoor Christmas markets.  Nearby, you'll always find trailers selling churros, chocolates, and deep fried beignets.  Next to the bus/train station, a small carnival comes to life with an ice-rink and children-sized ferris wheel and other rides.  

Here, Christmas doesn't end on December 25th.  It continues into January with the focus on the Three Kings Day (this year, January 6th), celebrated in memory of the three wise men who brought gold, frankincense and myrrh to the baby Jesus.  This is the 'biggie'.  It's this day when kids get most of their gifts (they might get one gift on Christmas day).  In Palma the Three Kings arrive via boat, then a large parade of floats (many with live musical performers) take off and wind their way through old town with each tossing candy to the crowds.  At the end of the parade, the Three Kings appear on a balcony and wave to the thousands gathered below.  One thing NOT in the parade?  Santa Claus.  One thing NOT said between two people?  "Happy Holidays".

Here's some photos and video of our Christmas celebrations.





Looking down the street I live on.


Born...the most beautiful street and plaza in Palma.  It's lined with high-end stores housed in gorgeous architecture, sidewalk cafes, and fountains.  It's one of the plazas where major music and festival events are staged.


This is the first year I attended the Three Kings parade.   What a turnout...tens of thousands!!  I walked from my apartment down to Plaza Born to watch, but I was late as the parade had already started.

Here's a video of the parade!  Ok, so it's about 15 minutes long, but worth it!!  Grab a hot chocolate, glass of wine, or tequila and enjoy!






Merry Christmas! (English)
Feliz Navidad! (Spanish)
Bon Nadal! (Catalan)
Joyeux Noël! (French)
Frohe Weihnachten! (German)

Dano

Friday, January 10, 2020

Paris - Last Days - A Trip to Mont St Michel !!

For some unknown reason, I had nothing for Days 10 and 11.  I don't remember what I did/didn't do.  Ditto for Days 13 and 14 (my last day).   No photos.  Nada.

But, I do have this, the 12th day, which will be my last entry about my Paris adventures.

I've seen pictures of Mont St Michel many, many times and dreamed of going there.  That dream came true on this day-long trip from Paris.

I hopped on a subway line to take me to one of Paris's massive train stations to catch the TGV leaving at 8am.  The topography along the way was pretty flat with lots and lots of corn and hay fields.

2 1/2 hours later and 225 miles (with a few stops along the way) I arrived at the small town of Dol de Bretagne in the Brittany region.  


There, I hopped a shuttle bus for the 30 minute ride to a coordination center just outside of Mont St Michel (MSM).

In case you haven't seen the inside of a bus.


At this 'center' you could buy tickets to MSM, park your car, visit a small museum, and make a bathroom run.  From this point, I had 3 choices on how to get to the MSM entrance...(1) walk 1 1/2 miles across the peninsula you'll see in the photos, (2) hop a horse-drawn carriage, or (3) take a (free) special authorized shuttle bus...the only type allowed to access the MSM property.  I opted for the latter and arrived at MSM's doorstep about 11:30am.

MSM is a 'tidal island' because, at low tides, the island was originally reached by land exposed by the receding tides.  However, at higher tides, MSM was completely surrounded by water and inaccessible by foot or vehicle.  In recent years, the causeway was modified and a bridge constructed to allow access to MSM at all times, regardless of tide.
The 'island' covers only about 17 acres.


Though some structures were built as far back as 1,300 years ago, the Abbey is about 500 years old.



I was suprised how many chose to walk the 1 1/2 miles to MSM.  Follow the specks of people around the curve all the way back to the stand of trees where the coordination center is located.


At low tide, lots of people chose to walk out on the exposed land.


It was a bit chilly and misty day.


The one and only entrance was a ridiculous bottleneck through these small arches and onto a narrow 'street' lined with shops and cafes.


Believe it or not, approximately 50 people live on-site!!  In the lower area, there are shops, restaurants, a few inns, and offices.



There were other bottlenecks, too...like this staircase where two people could barely pass one another.



An ancient 'funicular' with sleds to lift and lower materials and goods.



Many people brought snacks to enjoy while taking a break from all the climbing.



People with 'skip the line' tickets on the left side.  
Those who needed to purchase a ticket on the right side.  I was on the right (wrong) side.


Start climbing.







The lighter gray area you see at the end of the bridge is a graduated mound of concrete that remains above the tide level.








Notice the people in the glassed windows across the way.











A wooden barrel-rolled ceiling.


The huge wooden wheel used to raise and lower the platform (funicular).



The ramp and sled (funicular) I showed you in an earlier photo (but from below).





Below, in the area of the foundation holding up the Abbey.





See the people in the glass windows above....that you saw before from a different angle.



My usual Oscar-worthy video showing snippets of my time there.


It was a long 15-hour day, starting at 8am, arriving at MSM by 11:30am, then spending 5 hours on-site, then a shuttle (after waiting in a long queue) to take us off the MSM property and back to the coordination center, then another shuttle bus that left at 6:06pm to take me 45 minutes to a different town (than the one I arrived at) to catch the 'fast train' at 7:06pm back to Paris (via many stops along the way)...which took 3 hours.  Then, switch to the Paris subway to take me back to my apartment.  WHEW!!!

By the way, in case you're curious, the round-trip train ticket cost $112.


That's it!!  My 2-week Home Exchange stay in Paris!

Time to say adieu...

Au revoir Paris!!!






Total Page Views