Wednesday, 26 February 2025
Meet the stubborn stob (which I wanted to spell as staub, but I don’t think that’s a real word in English, although this posting program is accepting it—hmm, while it tries to change stob to stop—rrrr). The crew de-branched the stob yesterday, and they’re coming back tomorrow to take it down. Waah. But it has to go. We had a good run with these trees, and now a no-name storm has taken them from us (with the help of tree-removal teams).
Saturday, 22 February 2025
Binging tonight on A Man on the Inside, the Ted Danson “vehicle,” mostly because we were up for a comedy. We’ve been…enjoying it. Really.
Friday, 21 February 2025
At 9:30 this morning, the leaner was still rooted to the ground—ish.
By early afternoon, the top was removed and both the leaner and the one that fell away from our house were mostly removed.
Shortly before the guys closed down for the day, the leaner’s stump was removed, and the one that fell was merely a stub of a sump.
The elegance and carefulness of the work crew was something to behold (pardon the passive voice).
Sunday, 16 February 2025
A line of storms came through about 4:45am…very hard rain and wind. When daylight came, we saw two big trees down in our back yard, but not on or (I think) threatening a structure. Noontime, we had a tree guy out assessing the situation. We’re on track for tree “extraction” beginning tomorrow morning.
Image: another close-up from Georgia O’Keeffe show we saw yesterday at the High.
Sunday, 9 February 2025
Time-change drowsiness got me, and I flaked out just before 9pm, with a brain that was half-asleep by 8:30. Adjusting sleep-wake schedules is tougher than upping reps.
Friday, 7 February 2025
Above our washer-drier is a tube light. When I flipped it on while processing the dirty laundry we brought home with us, the bulb blew and fell onto the drier. I have yet to dig out the socket part that stayed in the tube.
It’s dangerous being home?
I managed to stay awake last night until shortly after 7:30pm…and woke up at approximately when we had been getting up in Spain. Errg. Already yawning now…. My body isn’t proficient at fielding time changes.
Thursday, 6 February 2025
We got to see the sunrise while at the airport…waiting.
Finally, we took off!
[Insert hours and hours of westward movement.]
What a relief to reach ATL, and land!
[Skip discussion of extremely flawed layout of ATL airport…necessitating an at least fifteen-minute walk to get to passport control from our gate, and a fifteen-minute bus ride to the “other side” of the airport from the international terminal to reach the MARTA station.]
Tuesday, 4 February 2025
Today’s first stop was Numancia, one of the many locations that had pre-CeltIberian settlement, then CeltIberian, then a big rehab/redo by the Romans (who took it in 133 BC). As an additional treat, clouds brought moisture that the temperature converted into ice crystals.
Need I mention that we walked carefully?
Walls, hence occupation, seemingly go on forever.
A fancier dwelling….
On to Uxama. This tower dates to the al-Andalusian period, when Arabs controlled most of the peninsula, including this area. They built many watch-towers to consolidate and maintain their power. It worked for generations…until it didn’t. The castle to the right (red arrow) dates to the 10th–11th C, with later modifications. The river in between (blue arrow) is the Ucero.
Uxama is better known as a Roman city. If all this area had buildings, it was a very large city (I am not sure that it did). This excavated area is between the major hilltops; this view is to the southwest.
The domestic complex in this corner of this area includes and underground store-room (far right; bodega in Spanish).
We left the Roman world behind and checked out the Riaza valley near Montejo.
I’m guessing this is wheat. I’m guessing it’s doing pretty well. We’ve been seeing large piles of bales of wheat straw, just rotting…it appears they bale it with no market…is there a subsidy involved? Just trying to figure out the political economy….
See those lovely mountains below the narrow cloud layer? Tonight’s room is in a tiny village in their foothills.
We motored through this Medieval gate to check out central Ayllón.
Two civic-ceremonial buildings on the mostly Medieval main plaza…. I think the one on the left was a church, and perhaps still is, but the signs relate to non-religious usage.
A different view of this same end of the Plaza Major.
Construction detail…showing beams embedded in soft brick and adobe-type wall materials.
In contrast, this is the building material of the small village we’re staying in. I’m calling it slate.
It’s even visible on one wall of our lovely room.
Wednesday, 29 January 2025
We stayed last night in the Baztán Valley, deep in the mountains. One of the routes of the Camino de Santiago de Compostela comes through here, so there were buildings here in the 10th C.
Later, residents historically went to the USA to work, returning with enough wealth that the buildings are relatively spiffy—and not just homes. This is the monastery that was across the street from the church in yesterday’s post—ornate and expensive, no?
One other cultural anthro detail about this valley and the general area, including into France, was that from at least the 13th C, a marginalized population lived in separate hamlets from the “regular” people, with stringent social restrictions imposed on them that varied by time and place. Interested? WikiP has entries in Eng, Fr, and Spn, under cagots for the first two and agotes in Spn.
We set off, happily on a faster road, with these limited access criteria. No knowledge of Basque needed to get the meaning.
I managed to get a shot of this building as we motored along, with no idea what it was. In general, we passed through areas with some abandoned, and many active factory zones, so I figured this was another. Turns out it had something to do with the electrical distribution system.
There was a ford here for cattle long ago, and a bridge by 1736. This is thought to be a 19th C re-build. Folklore has it this bridge was built by the Sorginak, Basque for witches, a term taken from that of the assistants of the Basque goddess Mari (she controls the weather and dispenses justice). The stories vary about how all this came about.
Here’s proof that we made it to the Atlantic (yucky picture over the guardrail, yet evidence). Today was windy, especially along the highway paralleling (but not adjacent to) the coast…we noticed wind socks at most gaps/bridges over rivers flowing north to the sea.
We scrapped a stop at a lighthouse: windy, and went on to another mountain point-of-interest. However, at elevation, it was blowing rain, so we didn’t walk around. I did see the door was open on this structure and thought: bathroom (rarely to be passed up).
I went in and discovered yes, toilets, but also it was a bunker for outdoor adventurers needing refuge from bad weather. The least noise echoes, but the bunker-like engineering seems safe.
We stopped in this mountain park, Urkiola, because I was interested in a land-counting/measuring system called by a specialist “a pre-decimal metric metrological system characterized by septenary units of measure as well as the material and immaterial instantiations of these units, including the way they were manipulated and integrated into social practice.” Septenary means seven is the key figure, especially simply seven, but also 49, etc.
The areas had an upright stone in the center, with a diameter measured around them; this system was in use into the 20th C. This satellite view figure shows four that academics have identified; I put stars where it looks to me like two more may be.
Leaving to descend back to the coastal highway, I was surprised to see Durango on the sign…Basque shepherds in Colorado, hence the name used there?—I hypothesize.
We had good views of this distinctive Rocky Mountain (not Colorado) on our descent. BTW, 30 km/h is 18.6 mph—slow is careful on tight hairpin turns.
Some of the highway was a toll road. Here’s a special elevated payment machine for semis (some from Eastern Europe). There’s a camera on the tall pole to the left.
For our three nights in Bilbao, we splurged on a wee apartment downtown. It’s fabulous to have the extra space—and a mini-kitchen!
We braved light rain to walk about the area. This is a theater—upstairs.
At street level, it’s this cavernous open space…well, the lower ceiling has thick pillars, each one different.
Evidence we’re in a city….
Another architecturally interesting building….
Proof we got some sunshine….
Night view from our abode….
