Thursday 31 July 2014

ADIOS LOVELY LACRIMA

Since arriving in Madrid, we have been very fortunate to have the beautiful Princesa Lacrima of Romania as our trusted housekeeper. As we have continued on our family journey over the last two years, Lacrima has become much more than our housekeeper, someone we as a family trust implicitly, babysitter to Aimee and Liam who love and adore her, occasional resident when D&D have had a big night, a friend.



Tonight she has gone on holiday back home to her family in Romania (I am always humbled to think of the positive outlook Lacrima always projects under what must be an often lonely life away from her husband and daughters). When Lacrima returns to Madrid at the beginning of September she will not be returning to work for us.


Playing the Game Of Life (somehow appropriate) 



Last Tuesday our delightful Spanish tutor Angela met us at the Museo de Archaelogico, and we had a practical Spanish lesson. Afterwards, we went to La Gabinoteca, one of Madrid's funkiest tapas bars and had a great night. Regrettably, this was our last lesson with Angela, an intelligent and lovely lady, who for two years has maintained a remarkably brave front in the face of severe adversity (at least in one case!) in her attempts to teach the LegsyBoys the Spanish language. Thanks to Angela, Aimee is able to hold her own with any local, Buzzy is on the cusp of fluency, Dulcinea understands perfectly (although finds it a tad more difficult to converse), and Don L has been a miserable failure through no fault of Angela. You don't know how depressed I become when I see that even the neighbour's dog understands Spanish! Hopefully my lack of progress in the language is partially offset by my willingness to delve into the history and culture of this unique country. We have really enjoyed  our Angela Experience.


Lovely Angela on the left




This morning, the kids and I popped into Banneton Bakery for our morning tea. For two years Cristina, Laura and Enilda have been a coffee life support for me - they gave it their best shot (get it!), always served with a smile, and even tried to help with my Spanish - nothing was too much; there was even a tear in the eye this morning. I'm sure the bakery owner knows what an asset they are to his business. Their doors close on Sunday for the summer holidays and when they re-open we won't be able to order a Trebor Special any more. Muchas gracias chicas.


Banneton chicas - Cristina y Laura



Now all you clever people out there will have by now started thinking "what's happening?" So the hot gossip can now be unveiled as fact....THE LEGSYBOYS ARE ON THE MOVE.

On 21st August, we will be returning our faithful steed Rocinante (complete with a couple of minor flesh wounds!) to the GSK stables - but not before safely shepherds us through a two week break in San Sebastian and Asturias! Then on Friday 22nd August Dulcinea, the Aimster, Buzzy and Don L will leave Barajas AeropuertoTerminal 4 and venture due north on our Quest - LONDON, HERE WE COME.

We have the visa, we have the kids in an excellent school (St. Benedict's School, Ealing) and we have found a very nice home also in Ealing. With Dulcinea's mothership located in the next suburb of Brentford we think we've done pretty well. The address (thought you'd never ask)? 4 Heath Close, London W5 3EG, other communication details will follow as we arrange them.

It's exciting times for the LegsyBoys. We have made some lovely friends here and we genuinely love Madrid, so it will be a sad day when we depart. But, of course, there is much to look forward to as well, not least for Buzzy who is very excited that he is now legally entitled to go up to the top of Big Ben (one needs to be a British resident to do so).

For those who have visited us in our Iberian paradise - muchas gracias from the four of us, we really do appreciate it, especially as Madrid is not one of the default destinations from Australia. For those who didn't quite make it, well, don't let our absence stop you from visiting one of Europe's most elegant cities sometime soon, you won't be sorry. And to all, here's hoping we see your feet on the 'Hola' mat at Heath Close sometime soon (the good news is we have a guest room!).

Oh yeah, before I forget one other little matter, if you're in the vicinity of Melbourne over the Xmas/New Year period and wishing to have a laugh over a latte with any member of the LegsyBoys, then just say so, 'cos ...WE'RE COMING HOME FOR CHRISTMAS!!!

Adios Lacrima.....Adios Angela....Muchas gracias, abrazos, besos y los LegsyBoys te aman xxxx

Wednesday 16 July 2014

PLAZA de TOROS de LAS VENTA

Disclaimer 1: Please note that there are some images contained in this story that some may find confronting. 

Disclaimer 2: This experience is mine alone, and the comments are endorsed by me alone. Dulcinea holds strong personal feelings on the subject (as do I) and, whilst respecting my decision to experience the event, wishes it known that she does not endorse the content of this report.

Plaza de Toros Las Venta
This is, of course, the famous mudejan styled red brick and cermaic tiled bullring in Madrid that is home to bullfighting in Spain. This magnificent stadium was erected in 1931 and holds 25,000 people...and six bulls! The season runs from March to October, but during the Fiesta de San Isidro (patron saint of Madrid) which runs throughout May, bullfights are held every day of the week. Why am I mentioning all this? Well, during this year's Fiesta, Don Legsy decided it was time to experience one of Spain's most famous - and controversial - traditions, La Corrida (a bullfight).

Preparing for la corrida
Within Spain the future of bullfighting is a touchy subject, and has been banned in Catalonia (Barcelona's province). It's not for me to take the high ground, but I am keen to experience all the traditions of this fabulous country, and so off I went (alone). Whilst I neither condemn nor praise La Corrida, I can categorically state that it is extremely confronting. Las Venta was packed, and the crowds at the bar were 7-8 deep.

Full house
The true aficionados come out to watch in Madrid (and Seville), both male and female, and by and large are impeccably dressed; this is clearly'an occasion'. Apart from sartorial attire and a Mahou Red (beer) in each hand, it's immediately noticeable that there are no smoking restrictions; every second hombre has a cigar clenched between their teeth, and I swear some of the stogies they were puffing on were as big as my arm! The 'seats' are concrete and only 15cm wide, so you buy a soft leather cushion for €1.20 to ease the pain. The Tijuana Brass ensemble (minus Herb Alpert) are perched on their balcony and a fanfare opens proceedings - it is nothing like I expected.

The band didn't play 'Waltzing Matilda'
The paseillo (opening parade) of the toreros is fantastic, as they strut onto the arena and make their way to salute the dignitary in attendance (I thought it was me until I turned around and some some vaquero waving back!).

The grand entrance
 
I thought they were waving to me!
Everybody involved, and I mean everybody, enter the arena and there must be 30 or 40 people. The three matadores lead the procession out followed by their individual cuadrilla (2 picadores riding blindfolded horses with a protective peto, 3 banderillos, and a mozo de aspadas - sword page),







 the horses and handlers charged with the task of removing the expired beasts, and even the hombres who sweep the ring after each Faena (a 15 minute bullfight session).

Picadores ride blindfolded and heavily protected horses
The matadores are genuine peacocks, practicing their cape flourishes and strutting around in leotards 3 sizes too small; they look amazing - and they know it, they are the Spanish equivalent of a rock star. They are immediately distinguishable from the rest of their troupe by the gold braid on their Traje De Luces (suit of lights).

Warming up


Snug fit!
A singly bugle announces the bull for the first Faena (a fight in 3 parts). The biggest and baddest bulls are saved for Madrid, usually 4-6 years old and weighing a minimum 460kg!!




The first stage (tercio de varas) - el toro enters with steam coming out of his nostrils (like you see in so many cartoons) and proceeds to charge, head down, at any and every torero he can see; it's not for the faint-hearted and the wooden safety walls are there for good reason.



Once the matadore has sized el toro up, he uses a large pink backed cape to coerce the bull into passes as the crowd shout olĂ© (they really do!), and believe it or not, it really is like watching the Paso Doble on the dance floor.








The second section, la suerte de varas, is without doubt the most riveting, and involves the picadores and banderillos. It quickly becomes apparent why the horses are blindfolded! The picadores are dressed like extras for Don Quixote, riding their steeds that have gold peto (mattress) protecting one side, and carrying a vara (lance). The picadore uses the lance to weaken the bull's neck muscles when it charges headlong into the side of the unsuspecting horse (aaah, the blindfold!). It is a very confronting sight to see half a ton of rampant beast literally broadside and lift a horse and rider into the air with the force of their charge.













 Interestingly, prior to La Venta opening in 1931, the horses wore no protection, and there were generally more horses than bulls killed during the fiesta. This is followed by the banderillos who are insane and have no cape, allowing the bull to charge at them, evading at the last second as they stick brightly coloured barbed sticks (banderillas) into the bull's back. The second stage is all about wearing him down and El Toro is slowing down significantly by now.






Finally, in the third section, the matadore receives the bull alone, save for his muleta (rather small red cape) and the sword he's craftily hiding behind it. (Footnote: The whole red cape thing is pure theatrics and in no way induces el toro to become enraged and charge - bulls are colour blind and, let's face it, if half a dozen hombres were poking and prodding you with sharp implements then wouldn't that be enough to provoke you into retaliating!).



 Needless to say, this is where the performance reaches its climax, as he coaxes the bull as close to himself as possible and he adopts all sorts of crazy artistic poses - you've seen the sterotypical famous posters and pics - before the final estocada is performed, when the sword pierces the bull's shoulder blades.












The crowd then judge the fight by consensus; tonight's fights all receive generous applause with only a few whistles (the last thing a matadore wants to hear are whistles and boos, or silence!). The public can also judge a bull to have been so brave as to spare its life - let me tell you, it didn't happen this night! Finally, the bull is rather unedifyingly dragged out of the arena by the horses adorned in all their finery; I guess there's no other way to do it.



I have to say that there was nothing like the amount of blood to be seen as I expected. The most overt showing is the smears on the protective horse blankets (the collateral damage to the poor caballo is, if anything, the most disturbing element f the whole performance). I was also surprised that when the end comes it is very quick - the 15 minutes of tormenting and cajoling leading up to the estocada is a totally different matter altogether. Supporters of La Corrida maintain that cruelty is not part of the equation, especially as the bulls are specifically bred for the bullring - that's a whole different discussion, and not for this report. I left with a strangely ambivalent feeling towards La Corrida. I didn't like nor dislike it, I wasn't repulsed nor was I filled with any degree of excitement. It is, to be sure, an unforgettable visual extravaganza that unfortunately leaves an animal lifeless on the ground, possibly another the worse for wear having half a ton of beef careen into its side, and occasionally (although not tonight) a torero in need of emergency medical assistance (outside the arena is a statue of Dr. Alexander Fleming, revered in Spain and by bullfighters for his discovery of penicillin, and the lives of toreros he has thus saved).

Toreros pay homage to Dr. Alexander Fleming
Was I glad to have gone? Absolutely! Will I go again? Highly doubtful. I'm no closer to understanding (or misunderstanding) a nation's passion, but I have seen it for myself and at the end of the day, it's for the Spanish people themselves to decide upon the future of their own cultural traditions. Is it sport? Is it entertainment? Is it still culturally valid? Is it barbaric? Is it popular? Is there room for it in the 21st Century? The questions just pile up, and this non-meat eater doesn't have the answers, just opinions (which he's keeping to himself!). Good luck to the politicians trying to sort it all out.

As a lighter aside, Las Venta has also been used for other events. It has intermittently held concerts, notable ones being Coldplay, Radiohead, Diana Ross (a matadore would have come in handy for that one!), as well as the mighty AC/DC (their live DVD "AC/DC No Bull!" was recorded there). And in 2008, it was converted into a clay court for the Davis Cup semi final when Spain (with Rafael Nadal) performed an estocada on the USA team - a more confronting tennis audience I cannot imagine!