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A glimpse of what is becoming a regular occurrence in the streets of Spain.

The plaza or square in front of Iglesia del Salvador in Seville is well-known and loved by locals. For the religious, this is where the sculpture of Jesus Christ a top a donkey, flanked by palms exits on Palm Sunday during Holy Week. The rest of the year however it is a popular watering hole. Two bars across the church serves beer, wine, and tinto de verano, as well as simple tapas. The more practiced tradition among students and youngsters in to sit on the church steps with their own bottle of beer, wine or spirits (no seriously, this is Spain after all) which is better known as a botellon (derived from the spanish word for bottle- botella).

I snapped this picture one normal fall afternoon, while having pre-lunch drinks with some friends. A beverage company had been giving out balloons to promote their product and I looked up at mine, which I had lovingly nicknamed Borgas and noticed perfectly how it framed the blue sky with the church’s facade.

Territorios Sevilla is the musical highlight of the Sevillian Community. Even though the city is the 4th largest city in Spain, it has not developed as an international community in comparison to Madrid or Barcelona. Sevilla remains largely traditional and true to its roots. However once a year international bands invade the city and Sevillanos and visiting music enthusiasts stomp the ground of the old monestary, where Christopher Columbus planned his journey to the west, in search of their musical fare. This year marks the 3rd year I’ve been shooting the festival for the magazine CLONE. Here are some of these years highlights:


The Divine Comedy

The Klaxons

Raimundo Amador

Lin Cortes

Femi Kuti and the Positive Force

Bikini Red

La Mala Rodriguez

Asian Dub Foundation

2manyDJs

Frut-ahhh

There is nothing more that makes me feel accomplished early in the day than starting the day right. I love the spring/summer months where I just wake up to a craving of juice and fruit. This week’s staples seem to be mango juice, bananas in honey and a nectarine.

Cerro del Hierro was once a busy iron mine in the province of Seville. Now part of the natural park, it is a popular place to hike and climb amongst the strange upward-finger like structures that the miners have left.

Campaigning

Spain will be holding local elections tomorrow Sunday, 22 of May 2011. This has been one of the most tumultuous one in recent years provoking a nationwide indignation, uprising, calls for revolution and whatnot. Here President José Luis Rodriguez Zapatero walks out to a welcoming crowd, flanked by José Griñan and Mayoral candidate Juan Espadas.

Dances with bulls

Bullfighter Daniel Luque comes dangerously close to a bull.

One of the things that I love about living in Europe is the feeling of living in history. There are corners, little monuments, ruins, that date back from even God knows when. History is something that is present in your everyday life and every one and their granmother will tell you a different story of how what came to be. The gallery that I collaborate with has recently had the pleasure of working with the city hall to expedite a project pertaining to one of Spain’s most important poets and his family (more on that in future posts). We were also lucky enough to be the exposition to inaugurate the Convento de Santa Clara of Seville. The restauration was slow and we were delayed by months, and even so parts of the convent are in a state od disrepair – which I feel gives the place a more interesting feel. This is my favorite corner, a discovery I made in the second level.

While not a Cathloic myself I’ve grown quite acustomed to the imagery of the faith, growing up in the Philippines and of the more recent years I’ve spent living in Seville, Spain. Seville could be said, is the center of the nationwide celebration of the Holy Week, the tradition being preserved here the best and continues to involve and widen in its circle of followers.

Breakfast in Blue

On a recent trip to Tarifa, wind capital of Europe, a friend introduced me to a charming café. Café Azul, located in the main drag of the town, is a tiny yet airy space that bequeaths the feeling of North Africa, just a few kilometers across the sea.

The interior is inviting and cozy and has managed to achieve a sense of warmth and cool tranquility. Fruit and homemade pastries on display makes one feel like they are entering a friend’s kitchen. Everything about this place conveys health and a ”feel good” sensation.

The breakfast menu is extensive, ranging from the traditional Spanish tomato and olive oil on toast, to American bacon and eggs. But the real gem of this little nook are the crepes. Salty or sweet, they offer toppings from fresh fruit, to veggies, to hams and cheeses -it was a struggle to decide on which to choose. I recommend the ricotta with blueberries. I am a sucker for blueberries.

Café Azul
Calle de la Batalla del Salado 8, 11380 Tarifa