Matt's Wetting Down: Partaaay on the Beach!

Friday night was Matt's LT wetting down! A "wetting down" is a fun wardroom gathering a sailor holds when he/she moves up in rank. With the rank comes a pay raise, so the newly promoted gets to treat! :) For this fiesta grande, Matt chose our favorite chiringuito on its last night of the season! The party started at 7pm and lasted until the wee hours of the morning. Everyone shared yummy tapas, sipped on cool beverages, enjoyed the sounds of the waves and kids playing on the beach, and watched the beautiful puesta del sol (sunset). It was SUCH a great time, the weather was amazing, and we were SO appreciative and happy to have so many people come out to celebrate Matt. Some of us (ahem me ahem) even got a little bit silly! As a result, there were LOTS of funny photos taken. Unfortunately for you, they aren't blogger friendly!!! :-O I will, however, share the photos that made the cut! For the PG13 photos, please see me! ;)















Someone was bound to get wet at the "wetting down!!!" IN the ocean he goes!!!

POD "Hello Deliciousness"

Lunch anyone? Hellooooooooooo deliciousness. Don't worry. That's not all we're eating. The tapas are on their way. :) Ahhhhh I love lunch with a new friend.

POD "Totally Turtle"

The POD today is just a shot of our little friend Mr. Turtle. He belongs to our neighbor friend's children, but they are away on a spectacular mediterranean cruise, so he's been hanging at our place. I think he goes home tomorrow, and I will miss his scratching at the tank in the morning for food. He's a cutie. It's a good thing people travel alot here so that he can visit again soon!

POD "Hoop- Hoop- Hooray!"

MUAHAHAHAHA! I finally got a picture of the sweet woodpecker looking bird! Yesterday I was mid-sentence blabbing on to Matt about one thing or another when over his shoulder I spotted this guy in the backyard. HOLY ***!!!! (Insert profanity of choice here.) I ran (carefully and quietly) to grab my camera and made sure Matt held onto the dogs so that they didn't get excited in the commotion and scare away my lil guy.

I have been dying to get a picture of this bird for you all since we GOT here. I first saw his neat flashes of black and white in the pine forest, and I've seen him a few times since then, but never have been able to get a shot. This picture was taken through the glass and screen of the back patio door, so it's not the best quality, but AT LEAST I got it! I have done some searching online and I believe he's called a Hoopoe. Check out his neat long curved beak!

Ain't he a beauty?!

POD "Bird or Bug?"

Yesterday while Matt and I were out and about running errands, we decided to swing downtown Rota for some chocos fritos & cazon en adobo (Spain's version of fried seafood!) While Matt was taking a few euros out of the cajero automatico (ATM) I spotted this ... thing... buzzing around a beautiful bush near me. I'd seen one of these whiz by me before, but I've never been able to get a close look at it.


Watching it zig zag around I was convinced this was some rare species of hummingbird. Buzzing all over the place, not staying in one spot longer than 2 seconds, it took me (and Matt) about 40 shots to catch it on camera! Matt laughed when I told him it was a hummingbird. He said that it was some sort of moth or insect. Well... what is it? Is it a Bird... or a Bug?
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It's BOTH! ;) Just kidding. I had to figure out what this cute little critter was, so I did a little research when I got home. It's a Hummingbird Moth. It moves JUST like a hummingbird and eats a lot like a hummingbird, but it's a moth!

Found this slowed down video footage of the hummingbird moth on youtube. Don't mind the corny music. Seriously... I HATE when people take good footage and put it to worlds dorkiest music. Anyway, check it out!

POD "Sunset Bocce"

Just a shot of last night's sunset. Although we were midst bocce ball game, I took the time to run and grab my camera and get the photo. You're welcome. :)

Exploring in the Dark: El Puerto de Santa Maria

Last night Matt and I walked out to a couple of the local bars within a mile of the house. I had been craving the DE-LISH fried camembert cheese & jelly you can find at Molly Mallones. Of course, I had to wash this down with an ice cold Paulaner. SO refreshing with a lemon.


A bit too refreshing perhaps?


Afterwards, we decided to walk down through the neighborhood to the beach. When the darkness comes, the Spanish come to life, so it was fun seeing a side of the neighborhoods that you don't get to see during the day. You could see the lights on in casas and hear the laughter of friends and families enjoying a relaxing Friday night. We were trying to be quiet, but it wasn't easy considering I had a mean case of the hiccups. HICCUP! shhhhh!.... HICCUP! SHHHHHHHHHH!!!


We encountered a few new friends on the way to the beach.

Once we got to the beach, we discovered a BRAND new place that we had NO idea about!!! It's open all year, but in the summer it's at its best with warm lighting, great cocktails, tiki torches and views of the crashing waves.

Discovering this amazing, vacationy little spot within walking distance of the house makes me excited to think of all the other places we are yet to find. What's neat about Spain, is that the same street or beach or bar can look one way during the winter, one way during siesta, and even another way on a summer evening at midnight. So, you gotta get out there and see it all at different times! Be safe, don't go alone, and don't be stupid, but... try a little exploring in the dark. It's a whole different world at night!

SPANISH BULLFIGHTS: An essay (with pictures of course)

Consider this past week a blog-cation. Perhaps it was the addition of a few hours a day at my new part time job at the school, or perhaps it was just knowing that I wouldn't be able to complete this particular post with a few minutes of plunking on the keyboard. I'd need some serious time to carefully make a decision and put down my thoughts on Spanish Bullfights. Either way, the week went by without a post. So, let's just say I took a blog-cation. They say absence makes the heart grow fonder, and La Vida Fantastica, OH how I have missed you. :)

As promised... it's time to discuss... SPANISH BULLFIGHTS!

Last Sunday night, Matt and I went with another American couple to our first corrida de toros (bullfight). Our friends had been to more than one fight in the past and really enjoyed them, so they were perfect companions in our semi-hesitant states.

I was nervous. I actually couldn't believe how nervous I was. I had knots in my stomach, not knowing what to expect or what I was going to see. I remember reading a little about bullfights in school, and I remember wondering how such cruel and unusual animal treatment could still go on in today's times. After arriving in Spain, I heard and read even more on this ancient spanish tradition. Everything told me... "Tristin, this is NOT something you're going to want to see." HOWEVER, I am a sucker for new experiences and cultural activities. There may come a day when bull fights ARE in fact banned (the debates have been going on for years). I decided that if I never drove the 5 minutes to the closest bullring to see just ONE fight while we were here... well... then I was missing out on atleast KNOWING. JUST ONE. I could always close my eyes.

Arriving at the plaza de toros (bullring) I was surprised to see how OLD it was! DUH Tristin. No but really, I can't believe they haven't change ANYTHING over the years! (We donated 2euros to the Red Cross so that we could borrow a cushion to soften the concrete steps you sit on.)
The ring was verrrry quiet because it was just a night of "Novedades" aka novices aka tiny little 19 year olds. Were it a big name Matador, the ring would be packed... even the sol side. Anyone smart who doesn't want to die of heat stroke heads for la sombra. You probably can't tell by the photo but 90% of the women in this crowd are fanning themselves with their brightly colored spanish fans (that of COURSE match their outfits).Thankfully, my friend let me borrow hers. :)

The President of the bull ring takes his seat and the trumpet kicks off the paseíllo. The band starts up and all the participants of the bullfight parade into the arena and salute the presiding president. Pretty sure these are the gents that will be awarding any matadors with an outstanding performance. There is a long line of people involved in the fight, but last in line are... the TOREROS aka bullfighters! You can recognize them by their gold traje de luces or "suit of lights." (Thank you wikipedia.) There is some parading around the ring, some stretching, and then it's go time. The first bull is announced, and he's just a small one. They save the 1200+ pounders for the big-timers.
At this point, I'm going to leave out the details, since you can read them yourselves on wiki. I'm going to tell you how I felt about this whole ordeal, but I'll share some photos first. Don't worry. I refrained from even TAKING any photos that I felt were too graphic, so you shouldn't have to worry about that.





The crowd pulls out their white handkerchiefs pleading with the president to award the torero an ear for his well fought fight. Not only was he injured, but the bull's death was quick.
Two handkerchiefs means TWO ears! And the crowd goes wild!!!
A torero thanking the crowd after his victorious fight.
The toreros happened to be outside the ring after the fight and I got a picture!
What can I say about my first corrida de toros? It was... good... and bad??? First of all, I am SO happy that I went and experienced it myself rather than just hearing about it. I'd say about 95% of the publicity bullfighting gets is very negative, so it's good to be able to form my own opinion. Secondly, I will tell you that it was much easier to watch than I thought it would be. Yes, it was bloody and parts of it were gruesome. And YES, I covered my eyes a few times. BUT, before seeing this fight, I was unaware of how much technique and training went into trying to kill the bull as precisely and quickly as possible. Each bull was in the ring for 15 minutes or less and probably two-thirds of that time was spent on the torero's grand performance, tiring the bull with his cape. The bull is not intended to suffer greatly and the crowd is NOT pleased when the matador doesn't make sure of this.

If you are a PETA member, a vegetarian, or one with a queasy stomach... stay away. Stay very far away. I understand, and I respect why you would want such a tradition banned. However, if you are not one of the above, and you are in Southern Spain, and you do NOT go see one of these things... you are missing out. Watching any animal die is not fun, but I had to remind myself that we live in a world of meat-eaters. Cows, upon cows, upon cows die everyday in slaughter houses. We just don't have to see it. Not to MENTION that most of us don't know (and don't want to know) the details surrounding their lives and deaths. Let me just tell you, that I have SEEN these bulls roaming the fields that overlook the ocean, and I'm pretty sure they've got it better than 90% of the cows in the US.

I enjoyed the bullfight because I learned, frankly, it's not as gruesome as I thought it was. I enjoyed it because it was an experience RICH in history and culture. I've gone, and I could even go again... but let's just say I won't be buying season tickets for next year. :)