Field Trips

Last Friday Penny took us on a field trip to a beach town called Almunecar. We met her friend there who's starting a website of "World Schooling." The website connects traveling families together. They do meet ups in her home town every Tuesday. When we travel, we can see if other world school families are nearby to hook up for the day. Pretty neat for us. That way Seth can hook up with kids his age through the web and in person. It's called World Travel, aka homeschooling. You can't use the word homeschooling here in Spain since it's illegal to be homeschooled.
We got to see an amazing Flamenco show at a restaurant on the beach. A man played the guitar, another beat a box drum, a lady singer, and two women who danced. The Flamenco dancing is intense. It involves different clapping techniques as well as stomping on a wood platform. Each woman builds herself up through dancing faster n faster. Then about has a orgasim is the best way I can describe it. Very passionate and sexy with sweating it all out in the end. One woman even did the Flamenco dance with the traditional Spanish fan. The show lasted about 3 hours with breaks in between. The deal is that you come in and buy tapas and drinks then the show is included. It was a blast. After the show, we went to another beach town close by. We busked along the boardwalk for a hour and made back our money we spent at the Flamenco show. Fun times on our field trip day.
On Saturday night, Joe's friend Mathew played bass at a art gallery opening. The art was all in black and white with tons of eyeballs, butts, and boobs. She created lots of interesting and feminist art. I enjoyed seeing something different in Spain. The musicians were a blast. One lady sang and played the guitar, another woman, belted out songs, 2 guys played soft jazz, and Mathew played the bass with loop pedals. Tons of people showed up to the art opening. So many people that there wasn't enough room for everyone.
We played at the Thursday market in Orgiva. Penny set up her Guatemalan stall, Joe and Chris played music, and Seth and I sold some art. The Orgiva market is interesting since they have a artisinal side to it. The Spanish markets usually have clothes (new and used), shoes, spices, sausages, cheeses, nuts, fruits, and candies. Fun to see a different style market and for me to chat with other artists in the area. We had a fantastic day. Sun shinning with lots of people out n smiles.
We took an adventure walk down by the river. There's 2 different communities further down that in the woods by the river. There's a boat that's a free thrift store on land right by a rope swing. It was neat seeing everyone's home done up in a different style. Some motor homes, some dome homes, hand built out of wood, all sorts. Most you can only get there by walking. In and around Orgiva is different kinds of community living. We got lost on our way back and saw an ancient olive orchard. The trunks to the trees were amazing. One even looked like a mans face in it. That's why it's fun to get lost. Never know what you will discover.
This past week we finished up all of our painting job. We happened to come across 6 kittens in Penny's bodega (storage space) while cleaning it out. A stray cat had snuck into the bodega and had 6 healthy kittens maybe a week before we found them. Glad we're traveling, otherwise their so cute that I want one.
We took Penny's camper up to Capileira, which is further up in the mountains. Such a beautiful, old, tiny town. We heard there was a market there on Mondays. It was the tiniest market ever for there was one guy selling fruits n veggies. Penny and us set up to make a scene. Lots of tourists especially the grey haired crowd. The grey haired crowd is the old English people on holiday. Nice people n all but tight in tipping. Hate to say that but it's true coming from other buskers. Joe and Chris lightened up the whole town with their music. Capileira is known for weaving blankets and rugs by using an old weaving loom. The town is built into the mountain with tiny walk ways. In the middle of the walk ways is water ways for when it rains to collect the water at the bottom of the town. They are also known for their delicious chocolate. I indulged in a salted dark chocolate bar and a honey milk chocolate bar. Joe and Chris got the dark chocolate bar with chillies. I had a blast exploring around.
We left Penny's house after 2 weeks of helping her and she helped us. We headed right down the road to her friend Glenna's house to watch her dog while she goes back home to Whales. It works out for us because we're trying to save enough money to go to Granada for 4 days. I've always wanted to go to Granada ever since I lived at Isla Bonita. From Orgiva, it's only 1 hour away by bus. With us working at Penny's during the days, we couldn't hit up all the markets around. Now we're at a beautiful house with olive trees all around and a river. On Glenna's property is an abandoned house. I love walking through abandoned places. In the attic was an old iron bed from forever ago. We just have to keep an eye on the dog so we can busk every day and back at night. The holidays are finally over after 2 weeks. We like it here in Orgiva but it sure is small. Going into town, we see the same people at all the functions. It has been a great place to meet all kinds of fun people. The view you wake up to is amazing. Great vacation spot for us but couldn't live or stay too long.

Help Ex

We met a lady named Penny at Mathew and Heather's house. She was there enjoying their blow up hot tub. Penny has lived in Orgiva for about 2 years now. She's from Ireland and bought a house right outside of Orgiva in town called Ticola. It just so happened that she was looking for some Help Ex/ Work Away helpers to do some gardening and painting. That was right up our alley so we took on the job. Help Ex/ Work Away is a deal where you work 4 hours a day in exchange for food and a place to stay. Penny took us in right away for another storm was on it's way. Penny's house is beautiful with her place upstairs and a guest spot downstairs. Downstairs also is a spot where she opens up a shop and sells items that she brings over from Guatemala. All the stuff is full of color. Our place was cozy with a wood stove and kitchen. It was perfect for us. We each got our own sleeping space. It poured for the whole weekend with sounds of explosives due to the Christo celebration downtown. The explosives went off all during the day and night. Orgiva spent 20,000 euros on the explosives. It's one of their biggest holidays here. We stayed inside enjoying the cozy wood stove and cooking up delicious meals. We did however, on Sunday set out to play music and sell art in a spot called "The Grove." It's a part of Orgiva with Eucalyptus trees all around and a bar/cafe outdoors. The event is called " The Rastro" where people sell used items and handmade stuff. We heard it was cancelled due to the rain but wanted to check the spot out anyway. There was about 10 venders in which case there's usually 100. The sun came out for a bit and I had my biggest selling day yet. We had fun meeting all different kinds of people. Lots of them loved my hand made things which made my day. The Rastro goes on every other Sunday so we were stoked we hit it up.
Monday, we started working on Penny's yard by picking all of her olives out of the tree. Then we did gardening and made her place weed free. Penny held a thrift store by donation for her singing group that she's in. The group is called "The Singing Song Birds." Joe and Chris played music outside on Penny's patio that over looked onto the snowy Sierra Nevada mountains. I had a great time meeting people and enjoying delicious homemade cake. I even saw Siriya there who's 82 years old. I met her earlier on my way into town a couple of days before while trying to find our way to Mathew and Heather's place. We were lost and asked her for directions but she too had just arrived to Orgiva a couple of days before us. I had a long chat with Siriya on how she is 82 years old and traveling the world by herself. At 81 she walked 295 kilometres through the Camino de Santiago that took her 40 days. Siriya has published 4 books about her travels. One of them she gave to me called "My Camino @ 81 Year's. It's Never Too Late." She's a real inspiration. I took a picture of us to never forget your never too old or it's never too late to travel. It was amazing meeting Siriya. She has such a big smile and is full of life.

Orgiva, Spain

We awoke the next morning to ducks quacking, birds whistling, and the sound of the river. The park had picnic benches, a fire pit with cozy chairs around it, a steel swinging bridge for pedestrians, trees to hang our hammock, and a river. We even had the whole place to ourselves. It was one of my favorite camp spots. Our bicycle ride into Orgiva was all up mountains. I walked most of the way. While walking I saw a line of 22 caterpillars crossing the road, all in a line. They were yellow and black, fuzzy n cute. Later that day, I learned they're poisonous and you can even die from them. The caterpillar will sting you if you touch it. Our friends in Orgiva have a puppy who got stung by one of them and lost a portion of his tongue. We were warned about them right away since it's their season. Getting back to it, the last 4 kilometres into Orgiva is breathtaking. From atop in the mountains you can see a view over to the Sierra Nevada mountains covered in snow. Orgiva is nestled below with mountains. Surrounding it, is a river at the bottom. Tons of olive trees, orange trees, and lemon trees. There is a few smaller towns higher up in the mountains.
We stayed at Mathew and Heather's house who lives in a neighborhood close to the river. Joe knows them from Portland, Oregon. They moved to Spain about a year ago and love it in Orgiva. We made it to their house before another storm hit. We set up our tents on their back porch area in the distance. It poured down hard our first night there. Our tent started to flood with water . I felt it since the bottom of my sleeping bag was wet. Then I noticed under my blow up sleeping mat was also wet. I gathered up my belongings and put them underneath the covered porch area. During all this, I kept trying to wake up Joe but he turned over and tried to sleep through it all. I on the other hand, put 4 chairs next to each other underneath the covered patio area. I slept there with one arm hanging down for the chairs weren't quite big enough. Luckily I have a Artic Pod sleeping bag and it's long so I didn't feel the dampness and slept most of the night feeling toasty. The next day was sunny so we checked out the town of Orgiva in hopes of playing at the market. As we walked into town, up a stream and over a bridge, we saw explosives hanging on lines of wire all strung up. It was 1000 explosives and people were gathered all around. There were police everywhere and a couple of fireman. We found out it was the beginning of a Spanish holiday called Christo. At noon, all of the explosives went off in waves starting at the far end and worked their way forward. We were right with all the people. It was the loudest thing I've ever heard in my life that I even covered my ears. Later I found out by covering your ears is a insult to the festivities. Who knew. Flashes of light with tons of smoke followed by tiny pieces of paper flying everywhere. It was so intense. Shortly after, the church by all this going on was let out. All the towns people were dressed up and left immediately to go to all the bars around. The market was cancelled due to all the festivities.

Motril

We woke up to what felt like a hurricane in our tent. Super high winds, that our tent was leaning into our faces. I thought it might even brake at any moment. Clear skies so we struggled to get to Motril with the high winds against us the whole way. One big hill to get out of Callahonda, then a flat ride into Motril which is a city. Bigger than I thought. The winds chilled out some so Joe busked in the streets while Seth and I checked the city scene out. Felt good to be in a city again. Motril is big but not too big. Just the right size. Lots of shopping, bakeries, walkways, and no graffiti. It was pleasant not to see the city full of graffiti. Most Spanish towns and cities are full of garbage and not good graffiti. People just graffiti their names everywhere and lots of pictures of dick and balls for some reason. The trash scene in Spain is horrible. Trash is everywhere you look. Mostly plastic. Plastic bottles, plastic bags, plastic plates, anything plastic ends up on the ground. It doesn't make sense because every town and city has plastic recycling all over. They have containers for glass and the rest like cans, tinfoil, plastic, milk cartons, go in the other container. You'll have a beautiful neighborhood with a empty lot in between and the space is full of trash. You think the neighbors would keep it clean to make their place look good, but no.
Later on we found a motocross arena to camp in. It was vacant and crazy. It had about 8 different spots outside. All with a DJ area, food area, beer serving spot, and stripper poles. There was 2 arena's and tons of party spots. Definitely looks like it was a fun time when it was up and running. Oh, I can't forget, even a place to drop your kids off at while you go party.
We headed to the Motril market the next morning. We were all super excited to do another market and it was a big blow. Seth and I didn't sell anything and Joe and Chris made the lowest they ever have. Just enough to cover our cafés that we had. The people were all locals and no tourists. Being all locals, I don't think they liked us for they looked at us like tourists in which you got the vibe that they didn't like us even being there. All the people looked depressed and we were there with big smiles. Then I got a flat tire and huge headache. It was one of those mornings. The sun shining with winds picking up. We are headed to Orgiva and rode a freeway for a bit with of course the winds against us.
Our day turned around as we headed into the mountains. To our surprise, it was flat riding, no wind, sun was hot, and breathtaking mountain views all around us. We found a beautiful campsite at a park. First thing, we jumped in the river water to clean ourselves and felt fantastic but freezing.

Rainstorms

Today is full on rain with high winds. We went back to camp in the ravine behind the town of Calahonda. Chris and Seth have the same tent from Decathalon which holds up really well in the wind and rain. Joe and I however, have a 300$ tent from REI that's 3 years old. Our tent does good in the wind but not the rain. Luckily for us, we found a huge roll of plastic in a dumpster near by. We syran wrapped our tent and bicycles and stayed dry all night. It looked like we got into a fight with syran wrap everywhere. I didn't get much sleep though. Our tent was so noisy with the sound of plastic blowing super hard in the wind all night.
I've been pretty content in my tent all day. I got high and made crafts throughout the day. Peacock earrings have been a huge success. I made 5 more pairs since I've almost sold out. Each pair is unique in it's own way. I also made a leather pouch for coins with a key ring inside. I fastened Velcro up top with a feather across the stitching and sewed on a relic symbol that I had from a necklace.
Seth has been busy watching movies and having time pass him by. He went into town with Joe to a café and got WiFi for a few hours to catch up on school work. Joe on the other hand, hates cold and wet weather. He's been miserable all day just looking for something to do. These storms one by one tends to get to you after awhile. Especially when you live outdoors like we do. Chris is like me in a way. He's been busy in his tent playing guitar all day. Coming up with new songs. It's been nice listening to him while I'm in my tent. At least I had live music all day. The weather hasn't let up at all. Tomorrow is supposed to be sunny and warm. We're all looking forward to the weather clearing up and moving on out of this place.

Meeting Generous People

We rode from La Rabita to Calahonda on a hot sunny day. A few hills but not many. We found a tiny town in between and made lunch on the boardwalk. It was so hot out that we decided to jump in the ocean. The boardwalk was empty so I stripped down completely nude and jumped in. It was freezing cold since it's still winter. It was so revitalizing, I needed a cigarette afterwards. We washed our chonees (underware) and socks in the ocean then hung them out to dry on our bicycles. Dried in no time for how hot it was. Afterwards, we pressed on. We pushed ourselves too far. Only said 7 kilometres to Calahonda so we thought no big deal. It was 7 kilometres up hill on the N-340 with high winds. I walked and cried almost the whole way. My legs were done. My arms toast. I have what they call carpal tunnel in both arms. A few minutes into cycling and my hands fall asleep. I take turns riding with one hand and switch off n on to get the feeling back in them. When I'm going up hill especially in the wind, my arms ache so much that I have to take breaks. Here lately we've been riding in heavy winds. My arms aren't getting any relax times at all. I've been going on 3 days now with barely any sleep at night due to my shoulders being in pain.
We made it slowly but surely due to me, to Calahonda right before the rain hit again. We made it through the "Beast From The East" storm last week. Now we have another storm coming in now. We're sitting under a shelter at a abandoned house on the beach with a couple from Sweden who's in a caravan. Playing music as it pours, while fixing a guy's slipper for exchange of a BBQ dinner. Ways to wait out a storm. We just need to find shelter tonight for the storm should go on for 2 more days.
The couple from Sweden cooked us up a delicious BBQ. We had chorizo sausages, hot dogs, potatoes, salad, and bread. I don't even remember the last time we had BBQ on a grill. The guy also gave Joe 5 euro's for fixing his slipper and bought a leather bracelet from me. On top of that they donated a propane tank for our stove. We were talking about how hard it is to get a Primus gas tank. In Spain, we can only purchase one at a store called Decathalon. It's a chain that carries sporting goods. From low end to high end items. The couple made our day. They even topped us off with wine, chocolate, Swedish coffee, and gingerbread cookies. We never even knew their names but super generous people. Never know what will come of your day. Thanks again you two.

Our New Adventures

We left Isla Bonita about a month ago on bicycles with our friend Chris from California. We're trying to hit up every outdoor market that we can. Joe and Chris play music, while Seth and I sell our handmade items. On weekends if there's space for us, Seth and I also do giant bubbles for kids to make money. The bubbles haven't been going good though since it's been raining here in Spain almost every weekend since we left. The weather started out great so we camped in some amazing spots. My favorite place was in Agua Amarga where we camped for 2 days inside of caves on the beach. There was about 6 caves to choose from. The town however, only had 1 grocery store that was only open in the morning.
We passed through Rodalquilar and they happened to have a art market going on. It's a artisanal town that has a market once a month. We had a blast there. Seth and I sold a lot of art and Joe and Chris got paid out by the lady who organized the market and got tips. Rodalquilar was full of our kind of people. Smiles all around and very welcoming of us being there. Las Negras is close to Rodalquilar and full of casual people, art galleries, cafés, fun shops, and people selling handmade art on the beach. Las Negras is cute and small just like Rodalquilar in many ways.
From El Toyo to Calananda is what people call the "White Sea". It's meaning, there's nothing but agriculture growing under tons of plastic greenhouse's. The people are all African and Muslim between those towns. Barely any Spanish. Being in a landfill of plastic, we've had hard times trying to find a place to sleep. There's been a huge storm with high winds and rain going on for the past week. We got stuck in El Ejido that lasted 3 days of full on rain. It was miserable. We found shelter under a bridge. The bridge had 4 tunnels to it. One was raging with a full on river and the other 2 were damp. We chose it good and our tunnel was dry for the most part. Being in El Ejido, I definitely felt like a outsider. Since I have blonde hair and blue eyes, I stuck out like a sore thumb. When we went to a grocery store, which are all owned by Muslims, I his my hair in my hoodie. I felt like everyone was eyeing me. I've never felt ashamed to look the way I do, until then. There was a lot of poor people living everywhere. One guy lived on the side of the river bank with a couch and trash in a circle around him to form a home for himself. We were all feeling depressed staying under the bridge with pouring down rain, no sun, and surviving on barely any money for we couldn't play the market due to the weather.
When the sun came out on the 4th day, we were amped to get up and ride as fast as we could to get out of there. No looking back on that place. We rode to Vicar and camped out in a graffiti, small outdoor arena. We awoke next to the market a few blocks away. We set up in the middle and were s huge success. I don't think they've ever had music or art to sell before at their market. I had a crowd around me as soon as I was setting up. I made nearly 30 euro's selling art and Joe and Chris made about 30 euro's as well. We did great and it felt good to get back out in the market scene. You never know until you try. I went into that market thinking no one would like handmade items there. In Spain generally people are not into handmade items. I was wrong about that town. I learned, don't judge until you at least try.