On the trail of Isabella: Castilla y León and other places

Hello everyone!

After almost two months, here I am again. I won a BAFTA for most unpredictable Boswell blogger, after all, it would have been unusual had I returned sooner. The past two months have been quite busy, but, thankfully, not entirely because of uni. I haven’t got much to say about it, actually, French Phonetics is fine, German too, and the Translation from English into Spanish course is ok, apart from an excess of theory and my constantly feeling like an idiot when we correct the translation in class, since I can’t help my classmates in any way and provide but an acceptable version into the target language. From 2^nd into 4^th language, I am already doing well, I guess. Wish I could translate into Italian sometimes. I would be a good translator, I think. Most of the translations that now take me hours to translate into Spanish would be done a hundred times more effectively into Italian. What a pity no one cares about translations into Italian. Italian doesn’t matter. But I’m digressing and getting bitter, so let’s get to the point, which is much more cheerful and interesting.

On 11^th April I came back from my short holiday back home, in Italy. Achingly short, but what can you do. There was something to look forward to, though, so coming back to Alicante for the last time wasn’t that bad: a great trip to the region of Castile and León with Stefano starting on Tuesday 14^th April. We’d been thinking about it for a while, and I really couldn’t wait. Being confined in a corner of Spain, I hadn’t thought I could ever get the chance of going somewhere interesting and see some of the many places of Spain I would have surely seen had I chosen, as I should have, to go and live in Madrid for the Erasmus (crying-over-spilled-milk-mood ON and OFF).

So, when I realised that, after the end of the holidays on 13^th April, there would be two days of class and then two more days off thanks to a local holiday, Santa Faz, on 16^th and 17^th, I immediately decided I needed to get the most of it. ¡Hasta luego Alicante! I got to Madrid on Tuesday night and, given that Stefano had to work on Wednesday and couldn’t travel with me on Thursday, I had two days of tourism on my own. I was exhausted after a 5-hour bus trip, although it had been very comfortable (thanks, Alsa!), but on Wednesday morning at 7.30 I was already on my first Cercanías train, heading to the first destination: Alcalá de Henares. The city centre was nice, I enjoyed the walk from the station to the cathedral in spite of the weather. The university, or what I could see of it, was stunning (it had been the third-choice destination for my Erasmus), and the cathedral was worth a visit. I had come just for a few things, namely seeing the tomb of archbishop Carrillo in the cathedral and the statue of Catherine of Aragon near the archbishop’s palace, because they’re among my favourite historical characters, so, after that, the deed was pretty much done.

University of Alcalá de Henares

Tomb of His Grace Alfonso Carrillo de Acuña, Archbishop of Toledo and, for many years, powerful advisor to the Infanta and then Queen Isabella I of Castile. Born in Carrascosa del Campo, near Cuenca, in 1410, he died in Alcalá de Henares in 1482.

Statue of Catherine of Aragon, youngest daughter of Ferdinand and Isabella, the Catholic Monarchs, and Queen of England as the first wife of King Henry VIII. She was born in the Archbishop’s Palace in Alcalá in 1485.

I got back to Madrid, sleepy but excited, ready for the next leg: Segovia. The journey took about 30 minutes, plus 15 more to get from the station to the actual town (the high-speed train station is in the middle of nowhere, nothing to see but green fields and snow-capped mountains, quite Brontean). Once I got there, the first spectacular sight was the Roman aqueduct:

The Roman Aqueduct of Segovia

I then walked through the centre towards the Cathedral and the Alcázar. It wasn’t a short walk, but it was definitely worth it:

The Cathedral of Segovia, as seen from the Plaza Mayor

Alcázar of Segovia

View from the top of the keep of the Alcázar

In this moment I am quite interested in Spanish Medieval history, particularly in the reign of the Catholic Monarchs, even more particularly in Queen Isabella of Castile, hence visiting the palace where she so often resided was quite a special moment.

“Tanto monta monta tanto Isabel como Fernando.” (‘Equal opposites in balance, Isabella and Ferdinand’)

I really liked Segovia, there are lots of places to see, the very buildings are imbued with history and culture, I was quite sorry to go…

The second day was to be dedicated entirely to Toledo, about one hour far from Madrid by bus. The weather wasn’t really nice when I got there, it even rained when I was in the Alcázar, visiting the Army Museum, but it got better as the day progressed and I left, at the end of the day, under a scorching sun.

The historical centre of Toledo as seen from the bell towers of the church of St. Ildephonsus, with the Cathedral (on the right) and the Alcázar (on the left)

I visited the Cathedral, one of the three 13^th-century Gothic cathedrals of the country, together with León’s and Burgos’, and the abovementioned Alcázar. Had I been more interested in military history I would have surely enjoyed the latter more, but the architecture of the building, both on the inside and the outside, and the views from its terraces made it a nice visit.

The Alcázar of Toledo, now housing the Castilla-La Mancha Regional Library and the Museum of the Army.

The most enjoyable part of the visit, though, was probably just walking along the streets of the centre, in spite of sudden outbursts of heavy rain and large student and tourist groups.

I got back to Madrid and didn’t even go home, as Stefano had planned to pick me up at the station and leave immediately for Salamanca. We drove almost in the dark, which meant that the first view of the city was an amazing skyline, with lights and, standing out against the black sky, the cathedral. I didn’t get the chance to take a picture, but this one I found on the internet is exactly what I saw:

Salamanca by night

We had the chance to meet some friends, Flo and Harriet, in a nice pub with good music, although I think I was perhaps too tired to enjoy it to the full. The evening and following day were entirely spent visiting Salamanca:

Salamanca’s Plaza Mayor

The Cathedral of Salamanca

The Roman bridge

Library of the University of Salamanca

Then, on Saturday, we went to Medina del Campo…

Castillo de la Mota

Queen Isabella’s Palacio Real Testamentario (‘Royal Palace of the Last Will’)

… Tordesillas …

Statue of Queen Joanna I of Castile, known as Joanna the Mad, mother of Charles V, Holy Roman Emperor. Deemed mentally ill in 1506, she was confined in the convent of Santa Clara in Tordesillas, where she remained until her death in 1555.

Casas del Tratado: the palace where, in 1494, the Catholic Monarchs of Castile and Aragon, and John II, King of Portugal, signed the Treaty which established the division of the newly discovered lands outside Europe, following Columbus’ second voyage to the New World.

… and Valladolid.

Plaza Mayor de Valladolid

The very last day was spent first in Arévalo, almost a ghost town (there was literally nobody around, I hope it was because it was Sunday) which I had absolutely wanted to see given its connection to the youth of Isabella of Castile (Stefano was nice enough to indulge me in such a bizarre whim).

Castle of Arévalo

Then the last leg, Ávila, surrounded by  a 2.5 km long wall with 88 towers from which there was a lovely view on the surrounding countryside and rest of the city. The weather was so nice, sunny and windy, so it was even more beautiful to have a walk on the part of the walls and on the towers that were accessible to pedestrians. I had fun trying to imagine where the Farce of Ávila might have taken place back in 1465, since I had been told at the tourist office that it hasn’t been located, but any of the vast, emerald-green fields surrounding the walls might have served the purpose.

The walls of Ávila

Panoramic view of Ávila

So, this was the big trip on the road. A very Isabel de Castilla tour, I have to admit, but I thought, If not now, when? It was the right time to do it. I know I haven’t really described much, and let the photos talk for themselves, but I think pictures are sometimes a lot better than words. It was an amazing trip, just what I needed to recharge my batteries and be ready to face the last four weeks of classes, and then exams, of this long year in Spain. I really can’t wait to write the next post of this blog, after the last exam on 9^th June. Until then, I’ll disappear once again.

Hasta luego, amig@s.

Almost the beginning of the adventure

There we are. 27^th August.

I can’t believe it’s already the end of summer, it feels like yesterday I was writing the first entry on this year-abroad blog and now we’re getting to the moment when it’ll start being used for the purpose it was created. Not sure how I feel about it. Nor about the fact that in less than a week I’m leaving for Spain. Another country, another life, all over again after two years.

When I first went to Alicante, last summer, it was to see where the lovely Spanish friends I had met during my first year at UEA lived, where they would return after their own Erasmus year. Now it’s my turn, and it’s mainly thanks to Ana, Aitana, Alejandra and Laura that I made my choice. Ana helped me find a house, in the same street where she lives, and she’s been so kind and generally fantastic to me in this phase of finding accommodation for Katy and myself that I will never be able to thank her enough. Unfortunately, all of my friends are leaving for another year abroad after their graduation, so, sadly and unexpectedly, I won’t see much of them, but I’m sure these will all be invaluable experiences, for all of us. However, September will be a month for adjusting to this new life, and I’m very happy three of them will still be there, so we shall see each other a bit.

I also really look forward to living with my friend Katy, we haven’t really had much time to know each other that well apart from uni everyday life and this shall be a great opportunity. But, as she rightly says, one of the good things of this year will be making new friends and explore new places,  I might be a sort of a nerd but, strangely enough, I enjoy going out with friends, and, as far as I know, Spanish people are very friendly (at least, the ones I’ve met at UEA are), so it should be fun. Generalisations and stereotypes are usually misleading, but this is a nice one, so I hope it won’t be the case.

I don’t really know what to expect from the Universidad de Alicante, I only know that the courses I picked look very interesting and that I’ll be studying German for a whole year. It will be difficult, but, with similarities to Latin and English, it’ll hopefully be less tricky. I want to get to the end of the year and be able to say something more than Ich heiße Francesca and Morgen fahre ich nach London. I mean, good to know how to say your name, but there’s probably a bit more than that to know. I’ve just come back from a fabulous trip in the German-speaking part of Switzerland and, in St. Gallen, the city where my dear friend Nadine is from, the owner of the hotel only spoke German. No English (I was counting on that), no Spanish (didn’t hope it would be spoken), no French, no Italian (these are national languages for God’s sake! No? -.-“): essentially, a nightmare. Hopefully, at the end of next year, I’ll be able to understand basic German and read a bit of my Harry Potter und der Stein des Weises. I bought it to get motivated, maybe it’ll help. If it doesn’t, well, another Harry Potter in my house is always welcome. No Harry Potter-related thing would ever be unwelcome.

Apart from linguistic problems, I loved this little trip in Switzerland, I don’t think I’ve ever seen such beautiful landscapes. It’s true I’ve never been to the Dolomites, nor to Yorkshire, which I’ve been told are majestic, so you might say I’m missing out a bit, but Switzerland is absolutely gorgeous, and, apart from the landscapes, each town has something unique: the peaceful tranquillity of Lucerne, the elegance of Basel, life bustling in Zurich and the powers of nature displayed at the falls of the Rhine in Schaffhausen. It was the only trip I had this summer, four very long days, but I wouldn’t have changed it for anything else, really. I’ll put some photos below, so you can have an idea.

Another thing which happened this summer won’t be really important until next year, but to say I’m chuffed is an understatement: I got two tickets for the 17^th September 2015 performance of Hamlet at the Barbican, for my friend Gemma and myself. So many people tried to get one, I feel very very lucky. To think that I’ll be seeing one of my favourite plays from the Bard, with my favourite actor in the title role, I feel giddy (huge understatement). If you follow Katy’s blog, or you’re a friend of mine, or even a mere acquaintance, you’ll know I have a certain “interest” in a certain BBC series, so that shouldn’t come as a surprise. I think that’s my main fault: I talk too much (about what I like). Sometimes I’m sorry about this, sometimes I’m not. Foucault pendulum.

Anyway, there’s still one year, a whole life experience in Spain and a summer in France before that day, so I might as well get the most of the time I’ll spend abroad before freaking out. My next update will be written on a sunny balcony facing the Mediterranean sea, I presume, so, until then, lots of love!

xx

Francesca

St. Gallen cathedral

The falls of the Rhine near Schaffhausen

Basel

Lucerne

Gotthard Pass, on the way back to Italy

Italian Holiday

Hello again!

I know I haven’t written for a while, but to be fair there wasn’t much to talk about, nor enough time, what with the exams and the packing of all my stuff to go back to Italy for the summer. I admit that seeing the walls of my room, usually covered with posters and photos, all bare and white was rather depressing, so the first thing I did when I entered my room in Como, the lovely city (it is, after you get used to it) I live in in northern Italy, was to get rid of old Avril Lavigne posters and put on something decent.

The exams went well, I’m satisfied, and it’s incredible to think that my next assignment at UEA will be in 2015. After leaving Norwich I came back to the UK only once, on 7^th-8^th July, to see Martin Freeman in Richard III at Trafalgar Studios in London, probably one of the best evenings of the whole year, a wonderful experience I shared with my ex-French teacher and friend Vanessa and her best friend Sarah. But don’t get me started on Martin Freeman (and somebody else as well), I know for sure I’d NEVER stop, so let’s move on to the rest of my amazing summer. Well, kind of.

Feeling rather gloomy after leaving the UK, I came back to a life of everyday little things at home, nothing exciting apart from some little trips to Milan (one of which was to remove a mole, annoying business) and a day in Reggio Emilia (little town in the neighbouring region called Emilia Romagna, just south of mine, Lombardy) with a few friends, Veronica, Elisabetta and Valentina (who is going to spend her year abroad in Bath – lucky her! -, this is her blog). I’ll be seeing them again on 23^rd August, we’re planning a one-day trip in Switzerland (the border is just 20 mins far from where I live), in Lugano, a city of the Italian part of the country. All of this before going back home and finding a good internet connection to watch the first episode of the eighth series of Doctor Who (don’t get me started on that either), possibly with a Chinese dinner.

As for the rest of August, the last month before leaving for Alicante and my year abroad (can’t wait!), I’ll be in Rome on the 7^th to meet a friend, Carmina, whom I’ve never seen in the flesh but known for more than a year, we run a page together on FB and we’re both rather curious. After that, another short trip with mum to Switzerland (the German part this time, with Zurich, Basel, Lucerne and others) and Liechtenstein (just en passant, it’s very tiny apparently), and that’s it.

When I’m not travelling I’m just lounging on the sofa (thanks to the stitches due to the removal of the mole), reading or translating fanfiction, or proper novels (apart from the fanfics I can be serious too, I swear. I’ve recently finished Mansfield Park and will soon start Northanger Abbey, I love Jane Austen!!), or catching up with some TV series. I’m watching Elementary now, an average American crime drama, nothing special (I’m very biased on the point, if you know me personally you’ll also know why), which I want to finish as soon as I can to then focus on some more interesting series, such as the ITV Granada Jeremy Brett/David Burke/Edward Hardwicke ones of the 80s. No need to mention the subject, I suppose.

Well, I should now go, a friend of mine is waiting for me, but if I’m late, the bus won’t wait and I’ll have to walk (too hot to do so now and I’m way too lazy, it’s not that pleasing a walk I believe, no trees nor gardens). I suppose the next entry will be in Alicante, so until then ¡hasta la vista!

xx

Francesca

Some photos

Reggio Emilia

Richard III, Trafalgar Studios