cerebral museum

5 days, 3 yanks

Posted in Uncategorized by Cassandra on October 14, 2009

Danielle and Jess came to stay for five days. The boys and I had a few other visitors as well; we learned it’s not really a party if there aren’t people sleeping on every surface in your tiny apartment.

doc and snoop
doc and snoop
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Spent a lot of time in the park, danced (the music got increasingly shitty so we left), drank our weight in red wine, spent one day at the Reina Sofia, ate really well, introduced them to my folks here, we hit up the flea market (can’t stop buying linen pants) and ended the week with an unbelievably good homemade dinner.

me 'n man ray
me ‘n man ray

waiko + maracas
waiko + maracas

outside the Reina Sofia
outside the Reina Sofia

Definitely going to miss the two. Leaving for Granada tomorrow, beyond stoked for the Alhambra. Have been practicing not overthinking, I think it’s working.

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Summer Storm

Posted in Uncategorized by Cassandra on October 8, 2009

You’ll have to crank the volume and excuse my filming skills , but here ’tis:

10.7.09 40 seconds in Lavapíes, Madrid

Shot from the fourth floor balcony of my apartment.

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Tren a Sóller

Posted in Uncategorized by Cassandra on October 7, 2009

Sunday night in Palma I wandered down toward the shore. I walked past the lit up cathedral, parked like a huge ship right on the shore. A man asked me, “what’s up? you smokin’ tonight?”

Sóller, Mallorca, Spain

I went to a jazz show. A man got up from the crowd and started playing. So good, that was the best part. I had a glass of perfect red wine then the smoke started to sting my eyes so I left.

That same night I went to bed and woke up a few hours later just as the thunder started to drum. Couldn’t get back to sleep, so I waited for the stores to open and bought an umbrella. I walked up to the train station to buy a ticket for Sóller.

View from the train car

View from the train car

I realized how much I love traveling by train. The ride was almost two hours and it poured almost the entire time, had a car to myself.

100 year old tracks and trains

100 year old tracks and trains

The countryside in Mallorca is filled with ranches. Saw a lot of sheep, chickens, horses.

Slowed to a stop at this vista. The acoustics of the cliff wall behind the tracks amplified the sound of the kids in the schoolyards laughing and church bells and a few horses.

Slowed to a stop at this vista. The acoustics of the cliff wall behind the tracks amplified the sound of the kids in the schoolyards laughing and church bells and a few horses.

Finally the train rolled into Sóller.

I walked 5km to the port in the rain, then took a trolley back after having a thin little funny pizza and some very cheap and very good white wine from another of the islands.

finally made it to the shore

finally made it to the shore

deluge

deluge

dinner

dinner

Got back to Palma on the last train of the night. Next day was Joan Miró’s museum/foundation/studio/house, which was definitely the highlight. Photos soon.

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