First of all, dear readers, I cannot believe that I'm in the middle of packing right now. I've known all along that this is a really short program and five weeks isn't a lot of time and I don't want to leave Oberlin for a whole semester and that's why I'm doing this for a month instead of four, but I'm not ready to leave. I haven't explored as much of Barcelona as I wanted to and I haven't been to the rest of Spain and I can feel my Spanish getting better by the hour (and my ceceo is getting more pronounced, my eighth grade Spanish teacher Sra. González would be proud) and I do not want to leave. But fencing awaits me at home, so away I must.
Spain won the semifinal game last night and I'm going to have to watch the final alone in my basement screaming at the TV in Spanish.
Have I told you all lately exactly how much I am in love with my art history class? And my professor? And Catalan art? No? Okay let me explain. I have never been an art person. I've always been bad at museums and I've never understood art and I like it fine when it comes from art rental or from a poster sale, but music and literature have just always been more of my thing. At least once a day for the first week and a half or so my brain would wonder who on earth let it into an art history class. I wrote my final paper on
La Celestina instead of visual art because I was pretty sure that in four weeks I wasn't going to suddenly be able to write two thousand words about art. Then I realized that a) I know more than I think I do and b) modernism is the coolest ever.
There were three main modernist architects in Catalunya: Domenech i Montaner, Antoni Gaudí, and Puig i Cadafalch (pronounced poochy cadafall, by far my favorite name in this class). They all lived in different parts of the city, but there's one block on Passeig de Gracia, which is the expensive street with all the designer clothes and most of the cool architecture, where all three of them designed a house. It's called the Manzana de la Discordia.
This one time Eris rolled a golden apple labeled "to the fairest" into this party that the gods were having and Athena, Hera, and Aphrodite got into a fairly significant argument about which one of them was the prettiest. Manzana is Spanish for both apple and city block (fun fact, that's why New York City is called the Big Apple!), so the Manzana de la Discordia is an absurdly clever mythological reference to the fact that the tree main modernist architects are all competing for attention on the same city block. I can't get over how cool that is.
On the far left is Puig i Cadafalch's contribution, with the Arab and northern European influence, and in the middle is Gaudí's, which is called Casa Batlló. The Battló family lives there, and I know you are all astounded by the creativity involved in that name. (Domenech i Montaner's house is at the far end of the block and it's the least interesting of the three.) There are two possible interpretations of Casa Battló: one is that it was inspired by St. George and his dragon killing, and that the balconies are the skulls of the girls that the dragon ate and the roof is the dragon's back, and the other is that it represents the carnival. It's hard to see in this picture, but the facade is covered in small dots of color that look like confetti, and the balconies look like masks.
The Battló family had these friends and they were like, oh cool, that house is awesome, Gaudí should build our house so we can have one that is also colorful and fun! So they contracted him and left him to his own devices and he built them this:
They were not pleased, and Gaudí actually got fined for making a house that was too big. It's so big that it's hard to get a picture of how cool it really is in person - from the ground it looks like a lot of stone and some iron. Considering what they wanted - basically, a replica of Casa Batlló - it's not surprising at all that they were upset, but this is one of the few buildings in Barcelona that are more interesting on the inside than the outside. It's basically a mini city, and it's colorful and gorgeous. They charge absurd amounts of money to get in, so Alicia took us all and made CIEE pay for it.
My favorite part of the entire thing was the roof.
When we were still inside the building Alicia made some reference to "and the kids would play on the roof" and then we got up and we saw this and I had such extreme childhood envy. Can you imagine growing up with this roof to play on?
Also, fun fact, George Lucas saw the statues of the soldiers and modeled the storm troopers from Star Wars off of them!
The architects who took over the construction of the Sagrada Familia for Gaudí when he died incorporated similar statues into the facades and I could keep talking to you about how cool Catalan architecture is and I haven't even mentioned Park Güell but I think you're probably done listening to me. I could go on forever about Miró and how I almost died of awesome in the museum the other day, but we both have better things to do with our time.
Tonight: studying, packing, night in with Angela. Tomorrow: art history final, farewell party. Saturday: home... on Air Canada flight 815. hah. I am more excited than I should be by this prospect, and I have been for nearly two months.