May 2008 Archives
What a perfect day it was for today's Madrid's Patron Saint, San Isidro el Labrador.
The weather could not have been more perfect. Many people seemed to stay away in the morning because of the cool temperatures and mostly cloudy skies, no doubt fearing rain - but it never happened.
I was watching the festivities on TeleMadrid this morning and they noted the low turn-out so I took my opportunity to go early, arriving at the line at about 11:45am to drink water "with curing powers" at the fountain alongside the Ermita del Santo - La Ermita de San Isidro. The line went fast, about 25 minutes (which is REALLY fast, usually taking an hour), and I happily took a glass (yes, a glass made of glass) filled with water from the fountain behind the stand. I had to wonder how many people had drunk from the same glass from which I was now drinking. Hmmm... But fine. I was there, I had no refillable bottle as others had brought, so I took my chances and hoped the water's "healing powers" would cure me of any bacteria which might pass over my lips from the person(s) before me whom had drunk from the same glass.
Going by myself I really enjoyed myself a lot, I could take my time, being alone I didn't have any problems "slicing" through the crowds. As you know when there are two or three of you it's much more stressful, all the while avoiding oncoming persons whom aren't watching where they're going. But in being alone I could enjoy all the cute kids in their chulapo and chulapa costumes, so very very cute.
I made one long walk up the main street and salivated over all the wonderfully delicious looking foods, chopitos, fried sardines, patatas bravas, croquetas, pulpo a la Gallega, enormous paellas, roasted chickens, and bar after bar after bar. Man, if it wasn't so early (1pm by this time) and if I didn't already have lunch plans I would have happily sat down for a feast.
But before leaving, I stopped at one of the dozens of stands selling PILES upon PILES of "Rosquillas" which are deep fried doughnut-like rings and topped with different sweet frostings. I bought 4 dozen total of different varieties and shared them later with friends - but brought half of them home for "meriendas" with coffee.
After a home-cooked meal at some friends' house and after a good sitting-up nap on the sofa afterwards, we all made it back to the Berbena de San Isidro, luckily just a short walk away as all this is close to where I live. We sat on the grassy hill in the Pradera de San Isidro and watched staged Chotis dances to music. We walked through the now hordes of people (and I mean hordes!) of people. Or rather, we stood and waited for the mass to move so that we could move with it. Finally we did and took a back-track with fewer people, away from the stands and the performances and walked more easily through the Pradera de San Isidro park and I arrived home by sunset.
I had half thought to go back tonight and see how the promenade looks with all the festival lights, imagining there would probably be far fewer people and to have a snack but I'm SO NOT HUNGRY that I can't imagine returning. It's tempting though. The berbena will be going on most of the night with lots of concerts - which I'll surely hear as I'm lying in bed. But I think I've taken quite a nice taste of the Fiesta de San Isidro this year. GREAT weather, fewer people (at least in the morning), and a good experience through and through. Can't wait 'til next year.
The weather could not have been more perfect. Many people seemed to stay away in the morning because of the cool temperatures and mostly cloudy skies, no doubt fearing rain - but it never happened.
I was watching the festivities on TeleMadrid this morning and they noted the low turn-out so I took my opportunity to go early, arriving at the line at about 11:45am to drink water "with curing powers" at the fountain alongside the Ermita del Santo - La Ermita de San Isidro. The line went fast, about 25 minutes (which is REALLY fast, usually taking an hour), and I happily took a glass (yes, a glass made of glass) filled with water from the fountain behind the stand. I had to wonder how many people had drunk from the same glass from which I was now drinking. Hmmm... But fine. I was there, I had no refillable bottle as others had brought, so I took my chances and hoped the water's "healing powers" would cure me of any bacteria which might pass over my lips from the person(s) before me whom had drunk from the same glass.
Going by myself I really enjoyed myself a lot, I could take my time, being alone I didn't have any problems "slicing" through the crowds. As you know when there are two or three of you it's much more stressful, all the while avoiding oncoming persons whom aren't watching where they're going. But in being alone I could enjoy all the cute kids in their chulapo and chulapa costumes, so very very cute.
I made one long walk up the main street and salivated over all the wonderfully delicious looking foods, chopitos, fried sardines, patatas bravas, croquetas, pulpo a la Gallega, enormous paellas, roasted chickens, and bar after bar after bar. Man, if it wasn't so early (1pm by this time) and if I didn't already have lunch plans I would have happily sat down for a feast.
But before leaving, I stopped at one of the dozens of stands selling PILES upon PILES of "Rosquillas" which are deep fried doughnut-like rings and topped with different sweet frostings. I bought 4 dozen total of different varieties and shared them later with friends - but brought half of them home for "meriendas" with coffee.After a home-cooked meal at some friends' house and after a good sitting-up nap on the sofa afterwards, we all made it back to the Berbena de San Isidro, luckily just a short walk away as all this is close to where I live. We sat on the grassy hill in the Pradera de San Isidro and watched staged Chotis dances to music. We walked through the now hordes of people (and I mean hordes!) of people. Or rather, we stood and waited for the mass to move so that we could move with it. Finally we did and took a back-track with fewer people, away from the stands and the performances and walked more easily through the Pradera de San Isidro park and I arrived home by sunset.
I had half thought to go back tonight and see how the promenade looks with all the festival lights, imagining there would probably be far fewer people and to have a snack but I'm SO NOT HUNGRY that I can't imagine returning. It's tempting though. The berbena will be going on most of the night with lots of concerts - which I'll surely hear as I'm lying in bed. But I think I've taken quite a nice taste of the Fiesta de San Isidro this year. GREAT weather, fewer people (at least in the morning), and a good experience through and through. Can't wait 'til next year.
Today's blog entry is somewhat of a rant and has little to do with Madrid or with Spain - I hope.
DISCLAIMER: The following is not intended to generalize about all health clubs in Madrid or the exercise professionals working in them. It's only my personal experience with one gym in Madrid.
I like to go to the gym. Well, I don't LIKE to go but I know that if I don't I'll have more difficulty living daily life in the present AND in the future. I do it not because I love the pain, the heavy breathing, the constant sweating, the hot and humid locker rooms, the frequently empty toilet paper dispensers, and certainly not to look like many of the 20-somethings I see around me with their "fit and trim and hardly exercise to get that way".
I do it also to avoid - or to stave off - becoming overweight, which is a greater challenge with every passing year. I do like having visible muscles and a flat stomach but haven't had the latter for quite awhile now even though I only eat two meals a day. That is to say, I have bran cereal for breakfast, a big lunch, and only fruits and vegetables for dinner - and almost no snacks. So how is it possible that I DON'T have a flat stomach with this kind of diet and this amount of exercise?? Could it be genetics? Age? Or maybe the fact that apart form the gym I have a sedentary lifestyle, sitting most of the day in front of a computer. Well, I suppose all these things are factors in how we are. And it's funny - or not - that as my shoulders get broader, my chest wider, my arms and thighs bigger - but little of the fat is reduced. We all know that muscle weighs more than fat so..... instead of losing weight, I'm GAINING weight and my pants get tighter and tighter. It's not at all fair.
"The Population" at the gym is varied. You have your small, thin, petite girls. You have your 0% fat guys and lean muscles. You have your seriously overweight and desperate men and women. You have your older folks whom seem to spend more time talking and reading the sports newspaper than actually exercising. And you have your gym trainers.
Ahhh... the trainers. Of course, the trainers are there to help with your exercise form, help with the use of XYZ machines, and of course, to be personal, paid trainers for those who want personal assistance. I've been exercising all my life, off and on, and I'm amazed to watch some of the gym-goers exercising using such incredibly poor form - right in front of these supposed exercise professionals. The "clients" are going to fast or have their arms or seat in the wrong position and all the while the trainer is chit-chatting with the client about what they're going to do that upcoming weekend. I have only seen a few trainers actually stop at an exercise station and correct a person's form. There are few particular trainers whom always seem to be training the prettiest girls, never the old or the overweight, ONLY the pretty girls. And boy do these trainers take interest in them. They're all the while rubbing their shoulders, smiling, being charming, and doing very little "training". And the girls seem to like it too! No matter that the client is doing all the exercise in a nearly dangerous and harmful manner. And other trainers are like real gigolos - or so they believe themselves to be. When girls enter the gym the trainers always walk along side them, smiling, taking their arm or stroking their backs, doing things which would certainly get you arrested as sexual harassment in the United States. But again, the girls seem to like it. Or maybe they're afraid to say anything. Who knows.
When I exercise I do a kind of circuit training routine. For example, I will do one set of an upper-body exercise on MACHINE A, upon completion of that one set I get up and go to MACHINE B where I'll do one set of lower-body exercise, then immediately back to MACHINE A. I do this back and fourth, completing 4 sets on each machine - WITHOUT STOPPING. It's good upper and lower body exercise but also good aerobic exercise. After completing MACHINES A & B I'll take a very short 2 minute break to take a drink and wipe off the sweat from my face and then go to MACHINES C & D and do the same. This way I get double the exercise in the same amount of time and plus it's even better exercise. I leave the gym exhausted but feeling good.
The morning hours, until about 11am, is very very busy and all the machines are in use, causing long waits between machines. From 11am to 2pm it's not busy at all. But regardless of the hour, it's nearly inevitable that I have to wait for the machine to which I'm going to use because people see me leave MACHINE A and assume, correctly, that it's not in use. I snooze, I lose. But it never fails. While waiting to return to MACHINE A, I wait and wait and wait because the user is an older person who's in no hurry to finish with his/her exercises. Sometimes I think they just want to sit there and relax because there are no chairs in the gym. And you know you're in trouble when the person at the machine brings along a newspaper. WHO READS A NEWSPAPER WHILE EXERCISING???!! Answer: People not very serious about exercising. So there I am, standing behind the occupied machine while the person sitting there reads through an article about the latest Real Madrid soccer match, sometimes 5 to 7 minutes pass until they go back to their exercising. I know I'm within my rights to ask them if I can take a turn while they're waiting, and sometimes I do, but the answer is sometimes a gruff reply, upset I've disturbed their "resting station" while they "possess" this machine until they choose to leave it. So usually I don't ask and just wait. It's at these times when I fully understand why rock and movie stars have their own personal in-home gyms. ¡OJALA! But you can usually tell when a person will be more cheerful and more than willing to offer up the machine in between their sets. These people are usually more serious about their exercise and more mindful of others around them whom are "cooling down".
Do you ever get on a treadmill next to someone and 10-seconds later you think to yourself, "Man, this guy stinks!" and feel ashamed to immediately change to a treadmill further away because he'll somehow know?
I've even seen a few women with breast implants, but not too many. And when I say "breast implants" I don't mean these enormous pornstar-style breast implants (not that I've ever seen any, of course), but rather "average size" implants. One of these particular woman is one which proudly sunbathes topless in warmer weather. This same woman must have forgotten her gym shoes so she was doing all her exercise wearing high-heeled boots. It looked more funny than sexy as she strutted from one machine to another. I've never seen this particular woman crack a smile, she never talks to anyone and no one talks to her, she's very serious about her exercise.
(saving...writing more... about topless sunbathing, breast implants, and girls in the men's locker room - all the usual gym anecdotes, right?)
DISCLAIMER: The following is not intended to generalize about all health clubs in Madrid or the exercise professionals working in them. It's only my personal experience with one gym in Madrid.
I like to go to the gym. Well, I don't LIKE to go but I know that if I don't I'll have more difficulty living daily life in the present AND in the future. I do it not because I love the pain, the heavy breathing, the constant sweating, the hot and humid locker rooms, the frequently empty toilet paper dispensers, and certainly not to look like many of the 20-somethings I see around me with their "fit and trim and hardly exercise to get that way".
I do it also to avoid - or to stave off - becoming overweight, which is a greater challenge with every passing year. I do like having visible muscles and a flat stomach but haven't had the latter for quite awhile now even though I only eat two meals a day. That is to say, I have bran cereal for breakfast, a big lunch, and only fruits and vegetables for dinner - and almost no snacks. So how is it possible that I DON'T have a flat stomach with this kind of diet and this amount of exercise?? Could it be genetics? Age? Or maybe the fact that apart form the gym I have a sedentary lifestyle, sitting most of the day in front of a computer. Well, I suppose all these things are factors in how we are. And it's funny - or not - that as my shoulders get broader, my chest wider, my arms and thighs bigger - but little of the fat is reduced. We all know that muscle weighs more than fat so..... instead of losing weight, I'm GAINING weight and my pants get tighter and tighter. It's not at all fair.
"The Population" at the gym is varied. You have your small, thin, petite girls. You have your 0% fat guys and lean muscles. You have your seriously overweight and desperate men and women. You have your older folks whom seem to spend more time talking and reading the sports newspaper than actually exercising. And you have your gym trainers.
Ahhh... the trainers. Of course, the trainers are there to help with your exercise form, help with the use of XYZ machines, and of course, to be personal, paid trainers for those who want personal assistance. I've been exercising all my life, off and on, and I'm amazed to watch some of the gym-goers exercising using such incredibly poor form - right in front of these supposed exercise professionals. The "clients" are going to fast or have their arms or seat in the wrong position and all the while the trainer is chit-chatting with the client about what they're going to do that upcoming weekend. I have only seen a few trainers actually stop at an exercise station and correct a person's form. There are few particular trainers whom always seem to be training the prettiest girls, never the old or the overweight, ONLY the pretty girls. And boy do these trainers take interest in them. They're all the while rubbing their shoulders, smiling, being charming, and doing very little "training". And the girls seem to like it too! No matter that the client is doing all the exercise in a nearly dangerous and harmful manner. And other trainers are like real gigolos - or so they believe themselves to be. When girls enter the gym the trainers always walk along side them, smiling, taking their arm or stroking their backs, doing things which would certainly get you arrested as sexual harassment in the United States. But again, the girls seem to like it. Or maybe they're afraid to say anything. Who knows.
When I exercise I do a kind of circuit training routine. For example, I will do one set of an upper-body exercise on MACHINE A, upon completion of that one set I get up and go to MACHINE B where I'll do one set of lower-body exercise, then immediately back to MACHINE A. I do this back and fourth, completing 4 sets on each machine - WITHOUT STOPPING. It's good upper and lower body exercise but also good aerobic exercise. After completing MACHINES A & B I'll take a very short 2 minute break to take a drink and wipe off the sweat from my face and then go to MACHINES C & D and do the same. This way I get double the exercise in the same amount of time and plus it's even better exercise. I leave the gym exhausted but feeling good.
The morning hours, until about 11am, is very very busy and all the machines are in use, causing long waits between machines. From 11am to 2pm it's not busy at all. But regardless of the hour, it's nearly inevitable that I have to wait for the machine to which I'm going to use because people see me leave MACHINE A and assume, correctly, that it's not in use. I snooze, I lose. But it never fails. While waiting to return to MACHINE A, I wait and wait and wait because the user is an older person who's in no hurry to finish with his/her exercises. Sometimes I think they just want to sit there and relax because there are no chairs in the gym. And you know you're in trouble when the person at the machine brings along a newspaper. WHO READS A NEWSPAPER WHILE EXERCISING???!! Answer: People not very serious about exercising. So there I am, standing behind the occupied machine while the person sitting there reads through an article about the latest Real Madrid soccer match, sometimes 5 to 7 minutes pass until they go back to their exercising. I know I'm within my rights to ask them if I can take a turn while they're waiting, and sometimes I do, but the answer is sometimes a gruff reply, upset I've disturbed their "resting station" while they "possess" this machine until they choose to leave it. So usually I don't ask and just wait. It's at these times when I fully understand why rock and movie stars have their own personal in-home gyms. ¡OJALA! But you can usually tell when a person will be more cheerful and more than willing to offer up the machine in between their sets. These people are usually more serious about their exercise and more mindful of others around them whom are "cooling down".
Do you ever get on a treadmill next to someone and 10-seconds later you think to yourself, "Man, this guy stinks!" and feel ashamed to immediately change to a treadmill further away because he'll somehow know?
I've even seen a few women with breast implants, but not too many. And when I say "breast implants" I don't mean these enormous pornstar-style breast implants (not that I've ever seen any, of course), but rather "average size" implants. One of these particular woman is one which proudly sunbathes topless in warmer weather. This same woman must have forgotten her gym shoes so she was doing all her exercise wearing high-heeled boots. It looked more funny than sexy as she strutted from one machine to another. I've never seen this particular woman crack a smile, she never talks to anyone and no one talks to her, she's very serious about her exercise.
(saving...writing more... about topless sunbathing, breast implants, and girls in the men's locker room - all the usual gym anecdotes, right?)
2008's San Isidro is upon us here in Madrid, Spain. The official day for San Isidro, Madrid's patron saint, is 15 May but San Isidro Events are planned for an entire month. Thursday, May 15th, is THE day.
The "Pradera de San Isidro", which are the gardens or park grounds around the Ermita de San Isidro (the San Isidro Chapel - not to be confused with the church of the same name in downtown Madrid), is fortunately located very near me and is the location where Goya created many of his famous paintings of the city of Madrid more than 200 years ago. The Pradera de San Isidro is already lined with its stands and kiosks, the amusement park rides have been assembled, and the musical stage has been constructed. The only thing which remains are the people. The area will open Wednesday night at 8pm.
Going to the "Romería" (saint's day party of the local village) in the Pradera de San Isidro is a love-hate situation. I LOVE going to see all the children and older folks dressed in traditional costume as "Chulapos" and "Chulapas" and watching the older folks dancing the "Chotis" - the typical 19th century dance danced mainly in the Lavapies and El Rastro neighborhoods at that time. But I HATE the dense concentration of people. At the peak hour it's nearly impossible to walk anywhere, everyone being front-to-back, shoulder-to-shoulder and no one moving but everyone with a destination in mind. Total gridlock. And if it's hot - as it often is at this time of year - even worse.
But the "Romería" has more things to offer which I do love. One can drink cool, fresh spring water from the fountain at the chapel, the Ermita de San Isidro. The fountains water supposedly contains magical properties which cure sickness. Be sure to get there early because the lines are long-long-long, particularly on hot days. Drinking the water is free but a donation is accepted. There's also a nice rose garden next to the chapel.What would a Romería be without ROSQUILLAS!?!? Rosquillas are a snack food similar to doughnuts but exist in two varieties: "tontas" and "listas" and are most typically found during San Isidro. Rosquillas are sold everywhere and are relatively cheap. Most people buy them by the bag and take them home to eat through the weekend. They're a bit dry but very tasty with coffee or milk. Covered terrace restaurants line the main street and serve absolutely everything from chopitos, paella, tapas, and full meals. Wine and beer and widely available too.
There is a mass during the day and concerts at night - which I can easily hear from my house - but I've never been to the Pradera de San Isidro at night. I understand it's an electric environment. On the very last evening they have a firework display which I love to watch from the building's rooftop.OTHER CELEBRATION LOCATIONS:
There is also a "Berbena" in "Las Vistillas" - the gardens near the San Francisco Church ("Iglesia de San Francisco El Grande") with views of the Almudena Cathedral. The area is quite nice and large and is traditionally the place to watch chotis dance performances on stage. I've attended this twice in the last two years but will not go back this year. Lately, while the dances take place, the thousands of teenagers surrounding the stage and in the gardens pay no attention, more interested in their Botellón drunkfest than the cultural performances surrounding them. The teens are densely packed side-by-side, their plastic bags and empty beer, wine, and calimocho-mix containers littering the ground everywhere. It's not a nice seen, unfortunately, This area has been lost or overtaken by underage drinking.
The annual monthlong bullfight festival, "La Fería de San Isidro", takes place in Madrid's bullring, Corrida de Toros de Las Ventas. It started this year on the 8th of May and lasts until about the first week of June. The near-daily bullfights start at 7pm, last about 2 hours, and are televised on cable (satellite) television but not on public television. Getting tickets to bullfights of San Isidro is nearly impossible. "Bonos" or annual passes to the feria are closely guarded by people who renew them year after year for a high price. Few non-bono tickets are available and those few which are snapped up quickly in the first days they go on sale just before the feria starts.
San Isidro is also a time to enjoy Madrid's most famous food dishes including Cocido Madrileño, Callos Madrileños, and Rabo de Toro (stewed bull's tail). Sidra (lightly fermented cider) is also a popular drink during these days.
Since San Isidro falls this year on a Thursday, nearly everything closes except for many bars and terraces. Friday is a normal workday but some people will choose to stretch the holiday into a "puente" or bridge the Thursday into a 4-day weekend. The weather forecast for Thursday is partly cloudy and 73ºF/23ºC with rain the day before and the day after San Isidro. Looks like the weather gods have smiled upon us this year.
The entire San Isidro Program (in Spanish only): http://www.esmadrid.com/sanisidro/inicio.html
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