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It’s all a bit GAUDI

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It’s all a bit GAUDI

In 1852, Antoni Gaudi was born in Reus, about 100 km west of Barcelona, the city where his most famous works were constructed. He studied architecture in Barcelona and began his career designing municipal lightposts and newsstands. His reputation grew and he became a world-renowned leader in the Modernist movement. While staying in Barcelona last summer, we were fortunate enough to visit two of his most famous projects, the Sagrada Familia and Casa Batlló.

Construction began on Sagrada Familia (the Church of the Holy Family), in central Barcelona in 1882. A year later, Antoni Gaudi took over the project and injected an infusion of Gothic and Art Nouveau design characteristics. By the time Gaudi died in 1926, the project was only one-quarter completed. The still unfinished church was consecrated by Pope Benedict XVI in 2010. Current projections aim to have the work fully completed by 2026, a century after Gaudi’s passing. The UNESCO World Heritage Site attracts some three million visitors a year.

Between 1904 and 1906, Antoni Gaudi completely transformed the home of prominent businessman Josep Batlló into a stunning, liveable work of art. The home, also recognized as a UNESCO World Heritage Site, attracts more than one million tourists a year (including the Britnell family in 2018).

Photos by: Natasha Britnell


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Who discovered Canada? ‘We did,’ say the Basque

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Who discovered Canada? ‘We did,’ say the Basque

By Marc Atchison

TraveLife Editor-in-Chief

PASAIA, BASQUE COUNTRY, SPAIN — In this tiny backwater fishing port that opens up to the Atlantic’s Bay of Biscay, Canadian and Basque history intersect at a small maritime museum that is hoping to recreate the past.

“Pardon the noise but the men are working very hard today,” says Mikel Leoz as he leads me through a large workshop connected to the Sea Factory of the Basques Albaola Museum where workmen are using primitive tools to shape a giant wooden beam balancing on a workbench horse.

“As you can see, the new San Juan is really starting to take shape,” says Leoz, the man overseeing an ambitious project to build a replica of an ancient whaling ship known as the San Juan, which sailed from here in the 16th century for Newfoundland but never returned.

“The San Juan sank off Newfoundland (actually the southern coast of Labrador’s Saddle Island) in 1565,” says Leoz. “Then in 1978, thanks to the research efforts of renowned Canadian historian and geographer Selma Huxley Barkham, Parks Canada divers found the (skeleton) remains of the San Juan in the waters near the town of Red Bay.

“The ship’s keel was well preserved (it’s believed it was protected for centuries under a massive iceberg), and because of that we were able to get exact specifications of the original ship, from which we are building the replica,” says the enthusiastic man.

Red Bay has a long history with Basque fishermen — between 1530 and the 17th century the small town served as an important Basque whaling station. And because several whaling galleons and four small chalupas boats used to spear the whales during that time have been recovered in Red Bay, UNESCO saw fit to designate the isolated Canadian community a World Heritage Site in 2013.

Pictures of Red Bay residents adorn a wall of the Basque museum. “These people are our friends, our brothers because they share our history,” Leoz tells me.

No one died in the sinking of the San Juan, which had a crew of about 60 men at the time. “It was caught in a storm and sank when its anchor chain broke. Some of its cargo was actually recovered later. The partial remains of the ship that the Parks Canada divers found are now on display in a Newfoundland museum,” says Leoz, who adds that while there is little documentation on the San Juan, it is believed it was on its third voyage to Red Bay before slipping below the waves.

Leoz is as much an historian as he is a ship builder and has researched the Basque people’s connection with whaling thoroughly.

“It’s truly a fascinating part of our (Basque) history,” says the man whose greying beard makes him look like a sea captain of yesteryear. “The whale oil was used for lamps and in the making of soap.”

After whale stocks depleted off the Spanish and French coasts in the early part of the 16th century, the Basque began hearing about fertile waters off “Terra Nova.”

“So they set sail (a journey of 6,300 kilometres that took between two and three months to complete) and couldn’t believe what they found when they arrived — Red Bay was teaming with whales,” says an excited Leoz.

“The Basque were able to survive because they befriended the native people of Red Bay and taught them many Basque words. In fact, when French explorers like Jacques Cartier and Samuel de Champlain landed in Newfoundland, the indigenous people greeted them using Basque words like ania (brother) because they thought all Europeans spoke Basque.”

Leoz proudly shows me around the compact museum which features displays showing the techniques the Basque used to harpoon the whales. Large wooden barrels used to store the precious whale oil are also displayed throughout the museum —each barrel could hold more than 180 kilograms of whale oil.

The entire Basque country is backing the project and towns and cities in this loveliest part of the autonomous region are helping in the construction of the replica — the oak and beach wood used in the building of the original whaling ships is being harvested in nearby forests so the new San Juan can look just like the original. Tar used to bind the planks was brought to the shipyard museum on carts pulled by oxen — “just like they did in the 1600s,” says a smiling Leoz, who says that ceremony brought out the whole town.

The whole project is expected to cost 3.5 million euros ($5 million Cdn.), and it has the financial backing of UNESCO, the EU and the Basque government.

Leoz reports the new San Juan will be ready to set sail by 2020.

“We are hoping to sail it to Newfoundland but I think we’ll need a more modern vessel alongside just in case,” smiles Leoz as we reach the top of the giant scaffolding where the yet to be completed replica is cradled.

Even in this early state, the San Juan replica looks majestic.

As we leave the museum complex, I see a group of young sailors crowded in a small powerboat heading in the direction of Pasaia’s harbour that opens to the sea. The tradition of Basque fishermen is being kept alive in this small town on many different levels.

To stay updated on the progress of the San Juan replica, or to find out more about the maritime museum in Passia, go to www.albaola.com/en



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An alternative Camino that you’ll love even more

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An alternative Camino that you’ll love even more

Be forewarned, this thing they call the Camino is no walk in the park. A walk, yes, but a very long one if you choose to follow the traditional route. To some it’s simply The Way, but more formally it’s the Camino de Santiago. For the hardy — maybe the foolhardy? — it stretches some 800 kilometres, all the way from tiny St. Jean at the base of the French Pyrenees to Santiago de Compostela in Galicia in Spain’s far northwest. The remains of St. James are said to be entombed in Santiago’s magnificent Romanesque cathedral, a World Heritage Site no less.

To put it into perspective, hoofing it from St. Jean to Santiago is like trekking from Toronto to Quebec City, with a couple of nasty climbs and descents thrown in for good measure. Not that you’d ever consider that.

It’s called the French Camino, though you say adieu to France in a matter of hours. It’s all Spain thereafter. This was the route taken by Martin Sheen (whose father hailed from Galicia, by the way) in the film The Way, which has inspired countless pilgrims to follow in his footsteps. The film offered a somewhat misleading take on the journey, though, showing Sheen and company barely breaking a sweat while merrily twirling their staffs and petting kitty cats.

Instead, it can be quite daunting. Many never make it to Santiago, as walking 25 to 30 kilometres every day for several weeks can really take its toll, especially when you are lugging a backpack that can weigh as much as 15 kilograms (more on that later).

But there are other alternatives — some much shorter — and, lo and behold, when you are done you get the same recognition as those who stumble along for weeks from St. Jean. So, maybe leave the lengthy foray to the kids and pursue one of the more reasonable routes. Or join the kids closer to Santiago. Many do just that, making Sarria their starting point. It’s barely 100 kilometres from there to the cathedral city, all the ground you need to cover to earn your diploma, or “Compostela.”

But there’s a better choice, for a variety of reasons: it’s prettier, doable in a week or maybe two if you stretch it and not nearly as crowded as the route that Sheen and his many followers have chosen. It’s called the Portuguese Camino, but again that’s somewhat misleading, as you can avoid Portugal altogether and still log the required 100 kilometres to Santiago. Instead, you kick off in Tui, just across the river from Valenca, Portugal. There’s even a bus to take you there if you choose to fly into Porto, which is by far your best option.

On top of that, Porto is a gem that’s not to be missed, famed for its port wine cellars and Harry Potter bookshop (author J.K. Rowling once taught English in Porto), though my advice is to save it for later. Give yourself a couple of days to explore it when you return from Santiago after conquering the Camino.

Once you’ve tackled the Camino Portuguese, you may want to consider the longer ramble across northern Spain. If so, I suggest you make Pamplona your start point, a magical city made famous by Hemingway, of course. That way, your first few days will be much more pleasant than if you were to start in St. Jean. Beginning your trek by having to scale the Pyrenees is nothing short of insane, what Jane Christmas called in her often hilarious account of her Camino (What the Psychic Told the Pilgrim), “Hell under sunny skies.” Yet, according to another author, Gerald Kelly, something like seven times as many pilgrims start in St. Jean as in Pamplona.

Perhaps the biggest gaffe that novice trekkers make is filling their bags to overflowing. Be brutally honest when packing — many things you might deem to be essential won’t be missed at all. You’ll actually be glad you left them at home, especially when you compare your relatively modest load to those of other walkers, some of whom seem to have included the proverbial kitchen sink in their gear. Aim to carry roughly 10 per cent of your body weight, which isn’t much at all if you tip the scales at, say, 60 kilos (125 pounds).

Another tip is to avoid the summer months, as half of Europe seems to be headed to Santiago in July and August. Instead, try May to June or September. Summers can be scorchers in Spain, too, another reason to opt for those other times. Accommodation is less of a worry off-season as well.

Speaking of which, there are refuges set aside for pilgrims, called albergues, and they can save you a pretty penny, many asking as little as $10 Cdn per night. The drawback is that you’ll be sharing a space with 100 or more others, so the showers are apt to be cold when you finally get your turn and the snoring can drive you around the bend. Christmas spoke of wanting to whack one snorer, but held off, afraid she might not be able to stop her assault once she got going. But not to worry, because there are usually a couple of hotels to choose from even in the smaller towns you’ll pass through. Some like to book ahead, but I just wing it, being sure to get an early start.

You needn’t encumber yourself with guidebooks, either, as it’s very hard to get lost. There are pilgrims aplenty, especially on the French route, and yellow arrows and markers to steer you through the tricky bits. They pop up very few minutes just to reassure you that you are headed in the right direction. In fact, one of the few times I went astray was when I had my head buried in my book.

The various John Brierley guides are a comfort to many walkers, though I have heard his French guide disdainfully referred to as “The book of lies.” They are definitely worth having when you reach a town of any size, as that’s where the arrows tend to disappear, leaving you to figure out which way to go. Brierley’s maps can be a lifesaver then.

If you are giving some thought to tackling any of the Caminos (there are at least a dozen others I haven’t touched upon) and are looking for further inspiration, consider my friend Olive, who’s a spry 78 years old. After completing the Portuguese Camino, she and her walking partner, Bob, both from Red Deer, bused it to Sarria in order to take in the final 100 kilometres of the French, picking up two diplomas in the process. Her fondest memory of her twin Caminos? “The serene walks on the beautiful country paths,” she said. “I can still hear the rhythm of my hiking poles in the dirt — thump, thump, thump, thump. Also, the cherished friendships that were made along The Way.”

Freelance writer Larry Humber has had articles published in The Globe and Mail, Elle Magazine, Tribute, The Artist’s Magazine and more. In addition, he creates crosswords and word games. larhum@attglobal.net


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San Sebastian Is A Real Basque Beauty

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San Sebastian Is A Real Basque Beauty

By Marc Athison

TraveLife Editor-in-Chief

SAN SEBASTIÁN, BASQUE COUNTRY, SPAIN — Mornings don’t get much better than in this Bay of Biscay beauty that snuggles up against Europe’s southwest coast just south of France. That’s because the days here usually begin with the sun casting a glorious painter’s light on San Sebastián’s picturesque Bahía de la Concha, the iconic circular bay featuring a magnificent beach — Playa de la Concha — that wraps around the tranquil cove like a golden ribbon.

As I pull back the curtains of my Hotel Londres window — the legendary property sits on the shores of Bahía de la Concha like a giant white sand castle — I see the morning begin to unfold in a city the Basque call Donostia.

To my surprise, I see a group of young surfers straddling their colourful boards in the bay while patiently waiting for a wave to rumble in off the Bay of Biscay so they can “Hang Ten” in this surfer’s paradise. Who knew San Sebastián is the surfing capital in this part of the world? In fact, it has three beaches where waves — reportedly some of the strongest in the world — provide surfers with lots of thrill rides.

Off in the distance I see a small fleet of Basque fishing boats leave a foamy trail as they head out to sea from the city’s ancient port. En route they pass Isla de Santa Clara, the city’s fairytale island that juts out of the water near the entrance to the Bay of Biscay. It’s treasured here for its beach and historic lighthouse.

Below my window local joggers and dog walkers are leaving their footprints in the beach’s hard-packed sand — they’re up early on this mid-September morning hoping to avoid the hordes of tourists in town for San Sebastián’s world-famous film festival.

As I look out towards the city’s Old Town (Parte Vieja), I’m impressed with the red tiled roof skyline and the collection of Baroque and Gothic-style buildings gathered there. The long (six-kilometre) promenade — Paseo Nuevo — that wraps around Monte Urgull, a turtle-shaped mountain topped with a fort that has guarded the Old Town since it was established, looks inviting.

The smell of freshly roasted coffee wafting up from the seaside cafés below my window tells me it’s time to start exploring this Basque playground with the French Rivera good looks.

As I leave the Hotel Londres en route to the Old Town, I’m met by a small group of autograph seekers. Many Hollywood types stay at either this posh property and the elegant Maria Cristina Hotel nearby when they are in town for the annual San Sebastián Film Festival, which, along with the city’s equally prestigious Jazz Festival, have helped make this the glamour and cultural capital of the Basque country. In fact, in 2016 San Sebastián was recognized by the European Union as the Cultural Capital of Europe.

The first building I encounter is City Hall, a palace-like structure that once served as a casino during San Sebastián’s Belle Epoque period.

Looking down one of the narrow streets in the Old Town, I see the famed Basilica de Santa María del Coro, an 18th-century church that stands at the foot of Monte Urgull, the mountain that is crowned with a revered statue of the Sacred Heart. The basilica is one of the most visited tourist attractions in San Sebastián and features an impressive Churrigueresco facade and a statue of Saint Sebastián in its niche. It was built over a Roman temple and is an architectural wonder — a rectangular plan with a semicircular apse. Inside, its neo-Gothic vaulting and pillars are what impress most.

It’s in front of the church where I meet David Elexgaray, a Basque man who was born in England to a Basque mother and father, and who later moved to a small town outside Bilbao, an hour’s drive away. David has agreed to show me around the Old Town and describes San Sebastián as the “15-Minute City” because everything here “is within a 15-minute walk.”

As we start out on our walking tour, David tells me Basque people are fanatics about food quality and freshness. “That’s why visitors should always look for the “K” (it stands for quality) symbol on food sold in stores or markets, or the “0 km” logo (it indicates farm to table freshness and guarantees locally grown ingredients) at the entrance of restaurants and bars.”

As we pass an open door with the word pribatua (private) attached to a sign, David reveals this to be one of the city’s famed txoko — private gastronomy clubs that until recently were for men only. Members invite their families and friends to the restaurant- style clubs where the host displays his culinary talents for all to enjoy.

“In recent years, some female txokos have opened as well but they are still mainly a male domain and you must be invited to visit one,” David tells me. To show just how high a priority food is in the Basque country, Dav id informs me that the autonomous region of just 2.5 million people boasts the highest concentration of Michelin-star restaurants in the world. And San Sebastián is home to seven of the most famous Michelin star rooms, which between them have 15 stars. Two of them, Mugaritz and Arzak, are also ranked among the world’s 50 Best Restaurants.

However, the real culinary treat in San Sebastián is the affordable pintxo (pronounced pincho) — the Basque version of tapas, only much better. The bite-sized treats — usually bread or eggs stuffed with some incredible toppings — are the national dish of the Basque country and a staple in almost all bars. The first ones actually appeared in San Sebastián’s tiny Old Town, which just happens to boast the highest concentration of bars in the world.

The bars we pass have their bar tops lined with dozens of plates piled high with the Basque hors d’oeuvre in anticipation of the lunchtime crowd — lunch in this part of the world starts around 2 p.m., while dinner usually begins after 9:30 p.m.

“Each bar has their own special pintxo,” David tells me as I gobble down the most famous of the bite-sized snacks — the Gilda, created to honour Rita Hayward’s role in the movie Gilda. Peppers, olives and anchovies are skewered together to make the Gilda. “The ingredients are hot, saucy and spicy, just like the Gilda character in the movie,” smiles David.

As we make our way to San Sebastián’s fish market, we pass Plaza de la Constitución (Constitution Square), a small plaza filled with handsome apartments featuring narrow doors and intricate wrought iron balconies. Above each of the shuttered doors is a number.

“Do you know what the numbers represent?” asks David.

The logical answer would be an address but David reveals the numbers were actually used to identify where spectators would stand when the square was used for bull fights.

Before leaving the Plaza de la Constitución, where many of the city’s largest festivals are held annually, David cautions: “Avoid the restaurants and bars in this plaza because they are the most expensive in the city.”

A few minutes later we enter the main food market in San Sebastián, Mercado de la Bretxa (Bretxa Market), where fish mongers painstakingly arrange their freshly- caught products (usually from the Bay of Biscay) in artful displays that truly are remarkable. This may be the cleanest food market in the world — “the people take great pride in this market and, again, freshness and quality are high priorities here,” says David.

Fish here are fresh and their eyes clear — I think one of them winked at me. Also on display in the market is Jamón Ibérico, the famous Iberian ham made from black pigs. The hams, which look like giant clubs, hang in the market’s butcher shops with tiny cups attached at the bottom.

“The cups catch the fat that runs off during the aging period,” says David, who adds the hams are cured in the mountains (“in open windows so the air circulates around them”) between four and five years before they are sold. What makes the hams taste so special is the pig’s diet — acorns.

At a nearby ham shop, a woman using a long razor-sharp knife carves me a paper thin slice of the marbled meat and it instantly melts on my tongue like butter. When we reach the banks of the River Urumea, which flows into the Bay of Biscay, I’m impressed with the futuristic glass building standing on the opposite side of the ornate María Cristina Bridge.

“That’s our Kursaal Congress Centre and Auditorium and it’s the headquarters of the San Sebastián Film Festival and where many of the movies are shown,” says David of the stylish building designed by famed Spanish architect Rafael Moneo. “The Kursaal opened in 1999 and this year (2016) over 600,000 people have visited it,” says David, who adds, “the Kursaal is especially stunning at night when it’s all lit up.”

Some of the most famous actors in the world have walked on the red carpet spread out in front of the Kursaal because the San Sebastián Film Festival, which started in 1953, is regarded as one of the most important in the industry.

Behind the Kursaal are two more surfing beaches — Ondarreta and Zurriola — and the water is full of boarders waiting for the next wave to roll in from the Bay of Biscay. David says the waves here favour left-handed surfers and that’s why so many participants come from around the world to surf here.

We return to the Old Town via the Paseo Nuevo promenade and as the old port comes into view, David points out a red-brick palace (Palacio de Miramar) off in the distance that’s perched overlooking the Bahía de la Concha and the seaside brilliance.

“Donostia (San Sebastián) once served as the summer residence for Spain’s royal family,” David tells me. “Queen Maria Cristina established the summer palace here in the 19th century.”

A cluster of hotels and apartments stands along the shores of the Bahía de la Concha, including my Hotel Londres, and David says real estate in San Sebastián is the most expensive in all of Spain.

The city also boasts an excellent aquarium and a world-renowned spa — La Perla, which is within walking distance of the Hotel Londres. The Perla’s seaside restaurant is also one of the best in San Sebastián.

The promenade drifts off into the old port area from where Basque fishing boats have been heading out to sea for centuries. The small fish restaurants located in the port area are some of the best and cheapest in the city.

We reach Hotel Londres just as the setting sun casts fiery hues of red and orange on the surface of the Bahía de la Concha, creating yet another memorable moment for me in San Sebastián.


The Best way to get to San Sebastián from Canada is via London or Paris. Air Canada, British Airways and Air France have daily flights to Europe.

Hotel Londres is located in walking distance of the Old Town and offers one of the most breathtaking Bay of Biscayne views you can imagine. Room rates start around $125 Cdn a night. For information, go to https://www.hlondres.com/en.


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