Monthly Archives: April 2009

Chichibuchi!

[Anecdote from my trip to my grandparent’s village]

My maternal grandmother is lovely, nice… a little pigheaded and old-fashioned I must admit, but a good person. She (as my mom) has a funny characteristic: she is not good at names. Sometimes she calls me Begoña (my cousin’s name), and my brother, Antonio (my cousin’s name). But she rapidly corrects herself. But this typical mistake of hers has given birth to a new and cool word: “Chichibuchi”!

My brother and I don’t like chichibuchis {will this be the plural of chichibuchi? I should ask my grandma…}. But with this new way of calling them, I’m changing my mind. Maybe I like chichibuchis now. Who knows.

Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t explain it. Chichibuchi is pronounced /chichi’boochi/. Have you tried to say it? It’s funny! If I had a dog, I would name it Chichibuchi, in honor of this witty word. “Come here, Chichibuchi!”… Swell!

OK, I’ll focus. What the hell is chichibuchi, you may ask. Well, chichibuchi, ladies and gentlemen, is the new scientific word for Kiwifruit. Here in Spain we just say “Kiwi”, like the bird. But, as I said before, my grandma finds difficult to remember names, specially the exotic ones. Though, as you can see, this doesn’t seem to be a problem for my grandmother. If she doesn’t remember something, she makes it up! It’s as easy as that!

Oh, my dear grandma. You made us laugh out loud!

Welcome, Mr. Chichibuchi!

Welcome, Mr. Chichibuchi!

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I’m back!

[UPDATE: you’ll find new photos and some little changes here… Some anecdotes coming soon! (next post)]

It’s a little late, but I think it is still Monday. So as I promised, here I am. Back from my grandparents’ village. Not too sad. But with some stories to tell and lots and LOTS of pictures to show you!

Actually I went to visit my relatives with the purpose of taking photos to everything I’ve always seen as “too boring and normal”, but that it may seem interesting to my foreigner readers. Things you’ll only find here, in little Andalusian villages.

I love where I live. But if there’s one thing I love more than this city (Seville) is Priego de Córdoba, the little Andalusian village where all my family comes from. My parents, my aunts and uncles, my grandparents, my great-grandparents. My roots.

This village is lovely. Peaceful, beautiful and calm. Trust me… or check it out!

Typical tile

Fuente del Rey, Priego de Córdoba (picture taken by Jimmy)
Fuente del Rey, Priego de Córdoba (picture taken by Jimmy)
interior courtyard (typical of Andalusian houses)
Interior courtyard (typical of Andalusian houses)

Bell tower

Bell tower

Now some pictures of Priego de Córdoba’s Holy Week! (because, although it’s ALMOST always a peaceful and quiet place, there is  here a small-scale Holy Week, with pasos and drums and trumpets… the exception that proves the rule ;))

Cristo de la Columna (Christ at the Column .-The Flagellation of Christ) By Alonso de Mena, 17th century

Cristo de la Columna (Christ at the Column .-The Flagellation of Christ) By Alonso de Mena, 17th century

Penitent {they are NOT the Ku Klux Klan; Spanish penitents aren't related in any way to the Ku Klux Klan}

Penitent {they are NOT the Ku Klux Klan; Spanish penitents aren't related in any way to the Ku Klux Klan}

I don't know if you can see the Virgin's face... It's not a good picture...

I don't know if you can see the Virgin's face... It's not a good picture...

damn drums...

damn drums...

Hornazo (it's a little chicken, with an Easter egg!) We always eat it on Good Friday.

Hornazo (it's a little chicken of unleavened bread, with an Easter egg!) We always eat it on Good Friday.

And… Now… Pictures of some members of my family!!


My little cousin Gabriela! She's 4 and I love her! :)

My little cousin Gabriela! She's 4 and I love her! 🙂

With my father and Jimmy

With my father and Jimmy

My maternal granma

My maternal grandma

I couldn’t take a photo of my grandmothers. They said they didn’t look pretty or weren’t well dressed {Humm… Excuses}.  So I found some old pictures of my grandma, when she was young {Didn’t she look like Tea Leoni?}

I love old black & white photos!! I find them so smart and chic!

Anyway, here you have a brief photographic report of my trip. Tomorrow I’ll post some of the strokes of genius and dialogues, which took place during my stay in Priego de Córdoba.

PS: Hope you had a wonderful Easter!

PS2: All the pictures of this post were uploaded from a pendrive, which was in the pocket of my jeans, which were in the washing machine!! Water, conditioner… I can’t believe this little thing still works!! Ha! My flash drive is the cleanest in the world!

Trip!

I have “bad” news… Bad news for my readers or blog friends. And for Stitch. Good news for me! Ho, ho! 🙂  Tomorrow I’ll go to my grandparent’s village, to visit my relatives and enjoy Holy Week, without crowds. (Actually I’m pretty sad for not being able to spend these days with Stitch… I can’t take him with me -my grandma would kill me…*- So meanwhile he’ll stay at a pet hotel…)

I’ll tell you next Monday how my trip was!

Have a good week!


*She thinks ferrets are like rats… Seems she has never seen one! And this could be a great opportunity to see a cute little ferret, except for the fact she has forbidden me to take Stitch with me…

Weekend in the park

Saturday was a wonderful day. Just perfect. Sun shining. Not cold. Not hot. No wind. Perfect!

Sky in Seville (Photo taken from my window)

Sky in Seville (Photo taken from my window)


So Jimmy and I decided to go for a picnic, with Stitch.

Jimmy and Stitch

Jimmy and Stitch


We had a great time.

Jimmy!

Jimmy!


As I said, the sun shone and everything was different. I was so happy!

Me

Me

What about you? How was your weekend?

And the sun shone!

As I predicted last Friday, yesterday the sun shone and everything was different. 🙂 But before I tell you how the weekend has been, I’d like to dedicate a few words to Camille (Archives of Our Lives).

Although I’ve never met her, I know she has a big heart. She is probably the nicest blog friend I’ve never met. And she comments on every post I write and is a faithful reader.  AND she cheered me up the other day with her comment! So Camille: thank you. Thank you very much for your e-mail, your comment(s) and for adding my blog’s link to your sidebar!:) THANKS! You’re a wonderful person.

So I’d like to dedicate this song to all my friends (including Camille) and Jimmy, for making me happy.

(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sULsXdDqOBo)

Because friends are a little treasure. 🙂

Sometimes…

Sometimes I’m not happy. Sometimes it seems the world hates me. Sometimes things don’t go right for me. Sometimes it seems that even those who love me, don’t love me any more. And I crumble. Thoughts like “why am I so stupid?” or “why did I have to say this?” or even “I wish I could speak English, French, German and Japanese without any mistake”  cross my mind. And that’s why I’m not going to write today. Because I created this blog not to write my sorrows. But my crazy ideas, thoughts, and daily funny experiences. I’m usually optimistic. I hate being sad. And I don’t want this blog to become the Wailing Wall (my readers deserve something interesting, funny, and entertaining).

So I’ll write a better post tomorrow. I promise. Because tomorrow I’m sure the sun will shine, and everything will be different. 🙂 (I hope so…)

Hello again!

As I promised, here I’m. Again. I think I’m a pain in the neck… Sometimes.

We didn’t go to see houses for sale in the end. There were traffic jams all around Seville, so we decided to park the car and stroll. Surprisingly, it was cold. Windy. And cold. And my ears hurt. When there’s an icy wind, my ears hurt. Hurt a lot. I’m very sensitive to cold.

So as I was saying, there were traffic jams EVERYWHERE. Why? Oh, because this is Seville. And this is April. So what? Well, I’ll explain the result of this combination.

Seville is a beautiful city.  Sunny, warm… And its people are very proud of their origins and their city. Their traditions and customs. And for these people two most important events of the many traditions in Seville are the Semana Santa (Holy Week) and the Feria. I don’t know if you have heard something about these traditional events. Well, BOTH take place in April.

What is the Semana Santa about? It’s a religious holiday. It’s a national holiday. But Seville’s Semana Santa is more than that. It is (according to Wikipedia) “amongst the largest religious events within Spain, internationally renowned for its drama. The week features the procession of pasos, floats of lifelike wooden sculptures of individual scenes of the events of the Passion, or images of the Virgin Mary showing restrained grief for the torture and killing of her son. Some of the sculptures are of great antiquity and are considered artistic masterpieces.” (Sorry, but I’m too tired to try to explain with my own words what Seville’s Holy Week is about.)

Paso Virgen de la Macarena

Paso Virgen de la Macarena (photo from Wikipedia)


What does it mean? That means that the city is CROWDED. With residents and also with visitors. I understand visitors. They want to see something exotic and new, and beautiful. OK. But residents? Aren’t they fed up? I mean, you see the same pasos every year, and every Holy Week is the same. I think Seville’s Holy Week is beautiful and interesting. But that’s all. I’ve seen it several times. And now I’m fed up. But it doesn’t seem enough for the rest of people. They always want to be here, or there, watching every single paso and, consequently, streets are crowded, and you can’t drive, ride a bike or walk. And this lasts not only the 7 days of the Holy Week. Oh, no. This lasts more than a month. Yes A MONTH. People from Seville love so much the Holy Week and everything related to it, that all the preparations and rehearsal start two or three months before. But a month before, bands and pasos start to patrol the streets. And worst of all: people become zombies, walking along the bands/pasos, closing the streets to traffic. And of course, there are always some policemen, making worse the traffic jam.

And when all this craziness about Holy Week ends (Thanks God!)… the Feria (Fair) starts (one or two weeks after Holy Week). And what is the Feria? (I’ll borrow the explanation to Wikipedia) “The fair officially begins at midnight on Tuesday, and runs six days, ending on the following Sunday. During past fairs, however, many activities have begun on the Saturday prior to the official opening. Each day the fiesta begins with the parade of carriages and riders, at midday, carrying Seville’s leading citizens which make their way to the bullring, La Real Maestranza, where the bullfighters and breeders meet. For the duration of the fair, the fairgrounds, a vast area on the far bank of the Guadalquivir River, are totally covered in rows of casetas (individual decorated marquee tents which are temporarily built on the fairground). Some of these casetas belong to the prominent families of Seville, some to groups of friends, clubs, trade associations or political parties. From around nine at night until six or seven the following morning, at first in the streets and later only within each caseta, you will find crowds partying and dancing Sevillanas, drinking Jerez sherry, or manzanilla wine, and eating tapas.”

Feria

Feria (photo from Wikipedia)


I love Seville. Its cathedral, its streets, its people. But I hate it in April. People go crazy. People everywhere. People. People. People. And streets disappear! The only thing you can see if you go out or lean out of the window is people.  A plague of people. Everywhere. Any time. You can’t drive, you can’t ride a bike, you can’t walk. Just being at home. Depressing. I hate April!! 😦 But for any foreigner… Seville is wonderful and amazing in April. So I’ll be a good girl, quit complaining and I’ll recommend any of you who love Spain, Spanish or anything similar to come to Seville and experience the craziest month of this city. 🙂