Saturday, November 26, 2011

Amalur

The Basque Country is strong in environmental conservation and clean energy production-possibly because it has more industry than other parts of the Iberian Peninsula and has suffered stuff like this (borrowed and undoctored) photo shows-paper factories give off effluent that looks a lot like wine when it runs off in the river. I haven't seen this for myself but I understand it used to be a lot more common when the paper factories were running full-tilt.

Hiking is a common pasttime here,
and there are some pretty excellent natural reserves. Last weekend we headed out to Pagoeta, which had one of the most fastidiously-labelled botanical gardens I've ever seen. They had a large assortment of holly, which is a threatened species (good I was warned-I've been propagating plants to beat the band on our balcony) and lots of hardwood trees. There was a dog motel and a hydro-powered iron forge along the way.

Afterwards we headed to Zarautz, which is famous for its surfing. The island in the beach picture is supposed to look like a mouse, but I'm not so sure. The town butts right up against the sea, so when you look down the alleys, it's like National Geographic covering the movie Inception.
 



Saturday, November 19, 2011

Keeping the Faith-or Not

Last week I attended a commemorative mass with F's extended family. All of them are Euskaldun Zahar, or people who speak Basque as their primary language, and the mass was in Euskara also. Spanish has gotten a wee bit easier for me through sustained effort, but I haven't done much with Euskara, so going to mass in that language makes me feel like I'm rocking out Mr. Bean style:

In any case, the history of Catholicism in the Basque Country is pretty interesting, if also complicated. Like a lot of places that have been majority Catholic during its recent history and where the church has exerted serious political influence, you often have a separation between people's perceptions of the rank-and-file priests and nuns who directly serve their communities and the higher-ups who consorted with kings, and who helped to make several decades of fascism possible. Here in Lasarte, the town was originally based around the convent, which started in the 1100s. The convent used to have sprawling gardens in the back to support its residents, which have now been turned into lawns that are open to the public. The only folks I have seen around in traditional nuns' habits are either quite old or non-European. This evolution from town center to half-empty historical site is a pretty good representation of what is happening to Catholicism in this region, and to organized religion in Western Europe generally. On the one hand you have the small-town Basque priests who preserved and protected the Basque language even when it was banned during Franco's time (which constituted a large part of the formative years of F's parents' generation). You have the Mondragon Corporation, which is a very successful group of business cooperatives that is co-owned by its workers, revered for its fair practices, based in part on Catholic social justice principles, and was started by a Basque priest. On the other hand, the clergy were traditionally among the ruling elite, and there is a strong strain of anti-elitism within the Basque culture. During the 1930s, the Basque Country was part of the Second Spanish Republic, which gave it relatively more autonomy, was anti-monarchy, and anti-clerical. Franco was able to overthrow the Republic after a very violent civil war, which included the famous bombing of Guernica in the western Basque Country. He allied himself with the more traditional Catholic bishops as a defender of the church's values (really, their standing and power within the Spanish state) and tried to squash the use of other languages besides Castillian Spanish. You can see why people have mixed feelings about the church. Holidays still have a religious basis, but the average age of the parishioners at any given mass has got to be like 60 and not a lot of people are in attendance. Nearly all marriages in this province are held by a civil authority alone. There are a couple small storefront Evangelical churches that are mostly attended by Latin American immigrants, and you occasionally get a knock on your door from Jehovah's witnesses, but a substantial portion of people from our generation and younger do not subscribe to any particular religious tradition. Children are sent to religious education classes en masse but they usually stop attending church in their teens. It is a pretty sudden change in the orientation of this society and it is hard to say what it means for the traditions and the culture of the region. It does make you wonder, though, how much of a religious faith depends on its relation to the secular culture. What makes it relevant, or not? Do changes in community structures, like the adoption of the internet and increasing prosperity, drive these kinds of changes? It seems inexorable and vaguely sad, but perhaps it will make for an eventually more progressive branch of the church, or something else completely. In any case, that is quite enough armchair anthropology, and there are churros to be had..until next week (or the next funny poster I see in the street...)

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Seen

Seen in bookshop window: "The Basque Man Who Didn't Eat Too Much," set in 2049 in a dystopian world in which everyone eats processed soy food from China and only the Basques are keeping the culinary traditions alive, including the protagonist, who has a great family recipe for cheesecake. Couldn't make it up if I tried. Got to see if the library has this one...

Monday, November 14, 2011

On Elections

So just a quick procrastinatory post-these posters are all over town, advocating vote abstention as a way of showing one's disapproval of the system. Killer graphic, no?
F tells me that at one point, the Anarchists won enough votes to actually get a representative elected, which is sort of pretty hilarious if you ask me.
A friend from the Dominican Republic has posted this video in support of a presidential candidate there (don't watch the whole thing or your head will explode):

I think that U.S. presidential elections could be substantially improved by the addition of merengue. Both kinds. Best wishes to the candidates and the uhm, puppetmasters.

Saturday, November 12, 2011

Terms of Endearment

I took French in school and was overamused by the term of endearment "mon petit chou-chou" (my little cabbage). The bi-weekly paper in Lasarte has a section of birthday and anniversary greetings, which can be pretty entertaining. My favorites are "pitufina" (Spanish for Smurfette) "txokomarrubizko muxu" (chocolate strawberry kiss), "paaa" (the sound of a kiss, which you only say for children) and "txipiroiak" (squids). This morning someone brave was climbing alone on Santa Barbara. I also saw a txantxangorri -the European robin. I should also note that Lasarte is on one version of the Camino de Santiago, which is a pilgrimage to the shrine of Saint James that runs through hundreds of kilometers among several different paths that you can take through a big chunk of Europe, ending in Galicia. It's like a Catholic Appalachian trail-you can get a Compostela, or certificate of completion of the pilgrimage, under certain circumstances. Near the sign for Camino de Santiago are a bunch of temporary billboards for the upcoming elections. Can you imagine how much money the U.S. would save if it would restrict campaigns to the 2 weeks before the election? Every couple hours cars with bullhorns drive by, playing pre-recorded messages about their political party. It's almost like the internet never happened...until you get political party ads on your Facebook page. And lastly there is pie. Maple hazelnut-because there was still some maple syrup left from my last trip here in 2008 and because there are no pecans, but a mountain of hazelnuts. Thinking of Thanksgiving-

Sunday, November 6, 2011

A Todos los Santos


This week we had All Saints' Day off (and Halloween too because heck, it falls on a Monday, and who is really going to get anything done?). It is a quiet day when families go to the cemetery to clean the headstones and place flowers and other gifts. When you pay for a burial, you are only assured to have that spot for ten years or so-after that, the bones or the ashes of your loved ones are moved to a cubby or you have to find somewhere else for them-the reason being, as far as I can understand, that people don't want to expand the cemeteries and lose arable land. Coming from what the writer Toby Young referred to as "a bloated sow of a nation," it seems excessively pragmatic to me to move people's remains, but well, it's probably smart.
There was a 10K road race called Lasarte-Oria Bai! (Lasarte-Oria Yes!) during which I got tired just watching the serious athleticism on display, including an 85-year-old man who could've creamed me. They had shorter races for children, who also could have kicked my butt. I guess the idea is to start people out in some serious physical pursuit early so they are able to navigate this area's crazy mountains. I also saw what may be my favorite public display of opinion (among many), this one being about a high speed train that has been proposed to run through this area. The sheer excellence of the existing public transit system is hard to beat-I have yet to learn to drive here and have had no problems getting around-so it's hard to understand why they want to add another train. Apparently, a high-speed train would be capable of chewing up entire municipalities in its greedy maw-and among other problems-would create "garbage jobs" and would add "prisas," which means "hurries." The Spanish state is set to hold elections in a couple weeks and candidates are only allowed to campaign for 2 weeks, so this is just the beginning, I suspect. It has been pouring all weekend-I did go out for a walk and it was mass Wormicide out there. Not sure of the species around here but they are ginormous (when I was an undergrad I poisoned a bunch of worms with lead for a project-long story-but ever since I have had a relationship ranging from ambivalent to bleccccchhhh with earthworms). If you baited a hook with the small ones you could catch a whale and the big ones-well, you could ride them to Arrakis and extract like, the Spice Melange from those things. I won't even go into what happens when cars hit them. Bleeearrrrgh. Anyway. I have an appointment in Hondarribia this week, which is a lovely coastal town that still has its original defensive walls in place, so if I have any presence of mind, next week will bring some decent pics.