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Life in Valencia

Pizza with figs, burrata, ricotta, and jamón.
Ahh it’s Valencia!

We have lived in this town for almost 2 months and love it. The climate here tends to be perfect beach weather, high 80s, and lots of sun. The sun rises at 6 AM and now sets close to 10 PM. The sky is lovely at night, as the air cools down and twilight begins. The nights stay warm until midnight, sometimes requiring a shawl or light jacket because of the breeze from the Mediterranean.

The apartment we have been renting for the last 2 months is in a marvelous location with lots of light from the many windows and fans, but unfortunately, it is located on the third floor. My body is done climbing up 60 steps a day.

This week, we are moving to a ground-floor studio with air conditioning in a coliving building space, as the weather in August is likely to be even hotter than it was in July.

Visit to the Oceanografico Aquarium in Turia Park

The town section where we lived is near the port of Valencia and the beach areas.

The new section we are moving to is about 15 minutes away, but a whole different city section. It is called Mont Olivet.

Outwardly, the new neighborhood appears more upscale, with fewer everyday working-class residents than our current neighborhood.At the current neighborhood on the street level, our building houses an auto repair shop, an auto driving school, and a rather uninviting cafe bar, yet we have a beautiful 4-star hotel across the street.

Great little cafe in El Carmen
Getting around Valencia.

Our bus stop is Trafalgar, which is located in this area. We can get anywhere in the city in 30 minutes by bus. Like many modern cities, Valencia has an excellent public transportation system composed of buses, trams, and trains. Most buses are double-hybrid buses, and the trams are electric. We haven’t used our train much, since our station, Aiora, has been closed for maintenance for a while now.

The city offers extensive taxi services through the app Pide Taxi, hailing a cab on the street, or using an official taxi stand. Uber is here, offering rates that are competitive with taxis, but often comes in slightly less expensive.

[We have used the Lime app to rent electric scooters and Yego for electric scooters. Both are here, as are many others, such as Emmy and others who are new to me.

City at night

Getting around the city, using scooters or bicycles, is relatively easy, as there are extensive bike lanes on the streets and in the parks.

But as a pedestrian, I can’t stress enough the importance of paying attention to these alternative modes of transportation. Using lanes that are actually part of the sidewalk can be extremely dangerous if you are not paying attention, as these lanes have separate light signals. Most drivers here use their headsets, possibly not listening to the traffic.

.Crossing the streets in the pedestrian crosswalk is encouraged, as the traffic there will actually stop for you to walk across the street, even without traffic lights on the smaller roads, as pedestrians have the right of way. It’s fantastic.

Fountain in Plaza Reina Christina
Great walking town!

This is a great walking city even in the afternoon heat, as you can usually find shade on a side street. We learned through our travels that many antiquarian cities were intentionally built with very narrow streets, which helped to create afternoon shade, keeping temperatures in the apartments cooler.

It’s Beach Time

With the weather in the upper 80s this week, it’s definitely beach chair time. From our apartment, we take the 92 bus to Mlalva Rosa. It usually takes about 20 minutes. This bus travels on the streets closest to the beach until the end of the line at the roundabout bus station.

From there it’s an easy walk to the beach. Looking at the sparkly Mediterranean from the boardwalk, you’ll notice it’s filled with people eating and drinking, walking, carrying their beach stuff, or strutting in the sun.

Bicycles are not allowed on this side of the street. The section of the beach locally known as MalvaRosa stretches for many kilometers. The further from Valencia city you go, the more naturalistic the beach becomes, with fewer bars, restaurants, and vendor shacks.

Beach Milonga
Life on the beach

The beach areas of MalvaRosa feature numerous volleyball courts that are actively used, showers for feet and body, changing areas, and my personal favorite, the beach lounge and umbrella rental sections. These sections with umbrellas have a distinct Polynesian flavor, as the umbrellas are crafted from thatched grasses. The rental prices are governed by the city, so the rates are very reasonable for the day. We have learned never to go to the beach on Sunday, as it is crowded with many people who work during the week. Worst of all, no beach chairs or umbrellas are available for rent..

In fact, the whole beach area is under the control of the city of Valencia government, allowing the police to have an active presence. Public drinking is permitted on the beaches. Music blasts from different speaker systems all day, ranging from American Rock’N’Roll to Spanish flamenco.

As we walk on the beach, we pass the African woman who offers to braid our hair. Many women try to create a style or color for each client. Other street vendors sell their merchandise in daylight, yet at night, they sell their products under loud generator-powered lights.

Dresses, bikinis, necklaces, sandals, t-shirts. Sandals. All sorts of things. All with the logo of Valencia or other beach memories. .

There are ice cream vendors and small individual barbecues on the concrete boardwalk selling the local sausages and fresh corn on the cob.

More fresh food
The flavors of Valencia

The smell of fried fish can be overwhelming, as can the smell of papas fritas. The elegant beach restaurants are very busy at night, preferring diners who reserve their spots, but always trying to accommodate the walk-ins too. The local Aqua de Valenciana is made fresh for all. This is the Valencia drink, composed of fresh orange juice, vodka, champagne, and other closely guarded ingredients depending on the bar!.

At night, with the cooler weather, people come to the beach boardwalk to eat their home-prepared dinners on their fold-up tables under the lights of the boardwalk. There are families and friends all mingling, eating, and drinking.

Everyone is happy. Not much roughhousing or gang-style fighting on the beach. Here and there, one picks up the random smell of marijuana, but it’s mostly the odor of tobacco or those electronic vape smokes polluting the air.

Nights of Valencias dancing at the beach.
Hot Saturday nights at the beach

On Saturday nights, close to the MalvaRosa roundabout bus station, there is a Tango Milonga on one side and a larger gathering of folks dancing Valencia-style folk dancing on the other..

Both groups are large, with DJs playing their music over portable sound systems. .

We have brought our worst shoes to dance tango. We hear the intense rhythms of Juan D’Arenzo…many couples are dancing on the concrete. Someone has brought a bit of talc powder to soften the ground for the tango pivots. We get a bit of powder on our shoes, then we embrace and dance. Ouch, my knee is unhappy with this floor, so we decided to stop before doing any damage. My partner surveys the crowd, taking in a few familiar faces and a few smiling ones. I sit on the concrete wall that forms the barrier to the circle of concrete that is the dance space.

Everyone’s watching
Watching the tango dancers move

Smiling, I watch as my partner picks another dancer. They start to dance, and then we look into each other’s eyes from across the space. I see a smile for me. I nod and blow a kiss. He dances. She is not as experienced a dancer as he is, so he is kind and polite, slowly walking and only taking a few tango steps. Nothing fancy or overwhelming. Just trying to stay on track dancing until the tanda is over. Then I see he is grateful it’s over. He walks back and sits next to me. We both smiled as I knew it was not a good match-up for him. But he’s a very kind and wonderful man who would ask a woman to dance, often choosing someone who hasn’t danced much that night. That’s who he is.

After spending two hours enjoying the warm evening at this outdoor milonga, we left and walked by the other dance where a crowd had gathered to dance folkloric dances in partner groups. We watch.

All finished
And the night ends.

We are waiting for our Uber to arrive since the bus we needed stopped running at 12 on Sunday night, and it is now almost 1 AM. The night is still very warm, but much of the daytime humidity has dissipated.

Ten minutes later, the Uber arrives.

Yes, pink flamingo at the aquarium
The chimera sculpture on our bridge
Everything is sold in corner vending machines, very handy at midnight when most stores are closed.
THE cafe for drinking Aqua de Valencía

Links for this story:

https://www.facebook.com/tangoenvalenciahttps://viveurope.com/pros-and-cons-of-valencia/

https://www.facebook.com/tangoenvalencia

https://valencialife.es

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On the road to Berlin

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Morning view from the plane

Traveling to Berlin

The morning began at 4 a.m., when we left our apartment in Valencia, located on Carrer de Industria, with an Uber to the airport. It turned out to be an uneventful ride in 83-degree weather.

As we did an online check-in, it was a quick walk to the airport security.  In most European airports, your boarding pass serves as your admission to security.  The lines at the Valencia airport are pretty spread out, so it was a reasonably smooth walk until my small green carry-on was selected for inspection. The security officer informed me that I had too many liquids that were not in separate plastic bags. I apologized profusely and asked if he would throw away my products. I smiled, “I am a woman; a little plastic bag just does not have enough space.” The security man grinned and said, “Here’s a plastic bag for the next time.” I responded, “ Thank you, but the rules differ in every airport we visit.” I replied.

Hours later, we unfortunately missed the transfer spot at Schiphol Amsterdam airport for our connecting flight to Berlin. Yet again, we went through security as we had to exit the security zone. In this place, my bag was not opened or commented on.
Again, different cities with different rules all exist on the same continent in Europe.

Walking to our hotel
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Walking to our hotel

Walking to our hotel

Upon arriving in Berlin, the adventure of finding the correct train to the city and the hotel we needed was not as complex as we had imagined. After buying the ticket and validating it, we boarded the train, found seats, and 45 minutes later arrived in what was, in the past, East Berlin on a gray and drizzly day with a high temperature of 64.
FUC* ME!!!

I was freezing and had forgotten to pack my goose down coat. Luckily, the hotel I had booked was only a 5-minute walk from the station. Upon entering this independently owned hotel, the vibe that enveloped us was groovy music and a receptionist whose voice was in the same key as the music, making it impossible for us to hear one another.

Fortunately, our room was available for check-in even though it was only 1.30. The receptionist tried to upsell us a larger room, but I declined upon learning it would be an additional 50€ per night. We are here in Berlin to dance tango at the Berlin Milinguero Festival.

Sign from the Berlin Milonguero Festival
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Showing the way

The Berlin Tango Festival Milonguero

After being accepted into this event, I searched for the hotel closest to the festival’s physical location, as we would be walking back at 1 or 2 a.m.

It’s Thursday, and there is a pre-festival in Milonga tonight, which we might go to. Hope the weather starts to warm up, or I will have to buy a jacket or a big shawl to stay warm.

After deciding that we were tired from the stressful travel day, we walked a short distance from our hotel to find a place to eat dinner. Afterwards, we decided to relax in the lobby with a beverage. This experience is similar to that of other hotels, where the sleeping rooms are smaller and the public space is intentionally designed for socializing, hanging out, and listening to the house DJ.

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Michelburger Hotel lobby cafe

Our Groovy Hotel

This hotel is a short walk to the Bebop Club, where the Berlin Tango Milonguero is held. Walking takes us 15 minutes to cross the Spree River and walk alongside it until we reach the Bebop Club.

Upon entering the Club space via the red-carpeted stairs, there’s a line of tangueros paying their 15€ admission or picking up their pre-purchased red wristband.

After getting banded and chatting with the volunteer staff, it’s time to decide where we shall sit. Upon entering the room, one notices long, rectangular tables on both sides, accompanied by single folding chairs and sofas placed at opposite ends. We selected a wall with chairs and small tables near a corner of the room.

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DJ area on the side

We changed our shoes and listened to music. We liked the sound and danced to Di Sarli. It was a nice start to the event for us.

Tango in the afternoon

We danced a few more tandas and then sat watching the flow of dancers on the floor. There are some open dancing embraces, but mostly closed ones. After all, it’s a milonguero event.  As usual, some listen to the music, dancing to the bandoneon or violin beats, while others dance to the beats in their heads. Some dancers are beautiful to observe as they dance, while others are painful to watch. But seeing everyone dancing makes me smile, because it’s tango!

We stayed until just about the end of the event. The music was good and we enjoyed ourselves. We met a few dancers from Spain, even a couple from Valencia who looked familiar. Small tango world, as we both danced at the same dance studio milonga in Valencia on Thursdays.

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Tango the milonga

Finding food after Tango

We walked home in the pleasant evening air and were hungry; the food options available in Berlin at 11 pm were excellent. We settled on splitting a doner sandwich. It tasted fantastic as I hadn’t realized I was even hungry.

After finishing our food, we noticed that a few other tangerines had also found this place to eat. We then continued the walk to our hotel.

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Crossing the Spree River at 1 am

Berlin is a vibrant, free-spirited city where the streets are filled with a diverse mix of people, mostly under 40, who are often dressed in black. A wide range of clothing styles, from extensive body piercings to a blend of leather and lace. We saw a man dressed in an elegant corduroy suit with a banana in his jacket pocket. A variety of transparent black lace options for all genders. An abundance of Doc Marten boots. Men and women wearing black cat eyeliner. An edgy fashion show from the under-30 crowd with lots of ripped clothing and bare midriffs.

We were tucked into bed by midnight …a bit tired but happy.

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Posiden’s fountain near Alexanderplatz Square

Discovering Berlin

That afternoon, we had taken the hop-off, hop-on red bus for a city tour. I had never been to Berlin before and didn’t know that the city was as big as it is now. The tour lasted 3 hours. This city has undergone extensive new construction, as its past destruction was extensive during World War II. Everywhere you look, there is a large construction crane. In the downtown core, everything is new, except for a few remnants of the war, such as the Brandenburg Gate, Checkpoint Charlie, and the Victory Column. We acquired an idea of this city and its magnitude on the tour.

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Brandenburg Gate

We were fortunate to be invited by two tango friends living in Berlin to visit their homes in different parts of the city. We took public transportation and purchased an all-day unlimited access pass. Transport in Berlin is quite expensive compared to other European cities. The price was 21€ for both of us. Visiting many neighborhoods off the tourist track is a great way to explore the city.

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Warschauer Station

We were fed fresh, homemade food and had great conversations with each friend we visited. One friend was from Turkey, and the other was an American living part-time in Buenos Aires.  It was a marvelous day, punctuated by a visit to the Berlin Technical Museum in between.

We were worn out when we arrived at our hotel at midnight and fell asleep. That, Sunday morning, we will go to the Nue museum to see the work of Gerhard Richter.

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Back of Nueus Gallerie

More tango

Later that afternoon, we attended a milonga at the Berlin Tango Milonguero festival, where we met our friend from Buenos Aires.

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Maximo taking flight at the Technical Museum

I am finding that the afternoon milongas are always more fun for us as the dancers are looking to meet new people and enjoy the afternoon of dancing.

The evening milongas feature performances by Tango Maestros and often include a live orchestra’s performance as well.

Berlin was no different, as the orchestra was composed of former Argentinian musicians living in Europe. The name of the orchestra was the Sander Tango Orchestra. They were excellent but only played briefly as the time for the maestros’ performances limited their allotted time.
With the group of dancers tightly crunched up on the floor, seated and standing, they formed a small circle around the maestros, making it impossible for anyone further away to see the performance. We left!

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Late-night milonga

The weather for Tango

Walking home, the weather was a bit chilly as rain was predicted for the following day.

Entering the hotel lobby was dark, and a man was cleaning up. He stopped and asked us if we had our key.  We responded Yes. This hotel, like many others, takes guest security very seriously, and access is available only with your key card.

We woke to a rainy, cold gray day. We puttered around the room and then went out for breakfast.

Berlin is expensive

As the hotel offered a buffet breakfast for 28€ per person, we found a small coffee shop where we could both have breakfast for 15€.

We found Berlin to be an expensive city for food, but with restaurants ranging from fast food to extravagant, it’s easy to discover something new to eat. There were Japanese, Korean BBQs, Chinese, Turkish, Italian, German fast and slow foods, and even a Canadian poutine place.

Most of our time was spent on trams learning the city and exploring on foot. People here ride bikes, both electric and traditional, and use rental scooters and numerous motorcycles. As the weather was wet, we chose to walk and take the trains and trams.

Returning to Valencia

After spending 6 days visiting this pretty crazy city, it was time to return to the heat of Valencia.

With an uneventful plane ride to Amsterdam and then a transfer to another plane, we arrived in Valencia at midnight, greeted by 89-degree weather.

We caught a cab and 25 minutes later arrived at our rented apartment.

It was great to return.

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Last night, Milonga, along the River Spree

More information links:

https://www.visitberlin.de/en

https://www.michelbergerhotel.com/en

https://berlinfestivalmilonguero.com/

Extra photos from Berlin

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Famous Radio Tower, Berlin
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Buidling interior sculptures near the Technical Museum
Alte National Galerie
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Interior staircase of Alte Nationalgalerie

Fresh Impressions Toulouse

The French, the state of tango & the heat of summer.

Toulouse at night
Ahhh, The French!

The French tend to consider themselves superior to other nationalities, especially when it comes to cultural arts such as Tango.

On an individual basis, some of them are wonderful and very kind in conversation, but once the herd mentality is reached, watch out, as they won’t speak any language except French.

They might share a border with Spain, but speak Spanish…No!

For us, this was our third trip to France. This was my first time attending a Tango camp with Liz and Yannick Vanhove, which was held near Bergerac. The second time, I attended another Tango camp with Liz and Yannick in Wissant, a town on the Atlantic coast near Calais. Now, we have returned to Toulouse for the 16th annual Tango Postales Festival.

Train Travel

We live in Valencia, and started our journey to Toulouse from the Estación Norte.  There were three trains involved, and the journey took about 10 hours. Train travel in Spain is very comfortable and inexpensive, thanks to the use of the Tarjeta Dorado Card. This discount card can be obtained in person at any Renfe station with proof of age over 60. Discounts of up to 50% are available for travel during the week and can be applied to any train travel class.

The itinerary is Valencia to Barcelona, with a train change, then Barcelona to Narbonne, France, with another train change, and finally the train from Narbonne to Toulouse.  

While the stop at Barcelona Sants station was uneventful, crossing the border into France proved to be quite eventful for some, as it involved a passport check—the French national. Police entered the train with a display of brute force. Four rather large and bulky policemen asked for your passports.

Ultimately, a few people of interest were removed from the train and detained at the station. Watching the scene from the upper floor of the passenger train was similar to watching a movie unfold, as all the police were white and all the detainees were of other races. After 20 minutes, the train continued to Narbonne but with fewer passengers.

Upon arriving at Narbonne station, it was immediately evident that the French station was old and in need of restoration. There wasn’t an elevator on site, as we had to change platforms not once, but twice, because the platform had been changed. The bathroom was closed for cleaning, and the temperature was very warm. 

Luckily, I had no problem waiting for the train as the women’s bathroom featured a ceramic hole in the ground. Ah, the sophistication of the French!

The train arrived approximately on time, and we boarded onward to Toulouse.

Toulouse, France

If I had a favorite city in France, it would be Toulouse, which is referred to as the Paris of the South. The train station is centrally located in the city’s downtown core. The station itself is an open-air facility, with only the roof protecting it from the weather. The scene upon arrival was similar to a rush-hour experience anywhere in the world, except it was 8 PM. We navigated our way through the station, finding the elevator, exiting the building, and getting a cab. Our accommodation was located in the historic section of the city, near the river.

After figuring out how to retrieve the keys from the lockbox, we were in and tired from a day of traveling.  We found a restaurant on the corner of our block that served meat, which is the type of food we wanted to refuel our bodies. The beef was good, as was the wine, potatoes, and salad that we split. The bill was a bit of a shock, as food is more expensive in France than in Spain. 

The city of Toulouse is an old one, filled with buildings that date back several hundred years. Most of the old town has been restored or is undergoing restoration at present. The old city is beautiful, with a river winding its way through the centro, old stone bridges spanning the river, and many historic churches. We live next door to one of the oldest churches, the Basilique Notre-Dame de la Daurade. This church is home to the Black Virgin, a beautiful, carved, and painted sculpture reproduction of the Virgin, housed in a renovated building that was initially a Roman structure. 

Toulouse is filled with distinctive and beautiful buildings that now house restaurants, stores, and hotels. The locals can no longer afford to live in this area unless they bought their space 30 years ago. Such is the fate of many older European cities.

Tangopostale

The reason we returned to this city was the Tangopostale Festival. This Tango festival began 16 years ago and continues in part because it receives financial support from the local government and community. The festival features outdoor milongas in Plaza Saint Peter’s by the river, leading to a tango studio located 5 kilometers outside of town. There are classes in neo-tango, musicality, yoga, and classical tango. A few art exhibitions, the delivery of a new postage stamp commemorating Carlos Gardel, and a couple of live concerts are scheduled over the 10 days.

Overall, it’s an impressive feat to accomplish so many events all with a large volunteer staff.

When the festival started, so did the heat wave. Most of southern Europe was experiencing abnormally high temperatures.

The temperatures were HOT!

Temperatures were between 92 and 102.

This weather exhausted us, and the whole idea of being in a close embrace in that weather was not very appealing. I don’t think we were alone in our lack of enjoyment of intense heat, especially with minimal air conditioning in effect.

We met people from Poland, Belgium, Germany, and Spain, and, of course, many local French dancers. The dancing featured various styles, ranging from neo-tango to open and closed embrace tango.

As a group of dancers from many countries gathered, different effects were noticeable on the floor. Some were dancing to the music being played and shared, while others danced to the music that was internalized by the pair of dancers. Many generalizations can be made about countries, ie, the Germans dance this way while the French dance that way.

However, I prefer this generalization based on the visualization: the French dancers are in their heads, thinking about what the music is informing them, while the Italians and the Spanish are listening to the music with their hearts, thinking versus feeling.

Feelings versus thinking

I mentioned this thought to a few others, and they agreed. 

In conversations with a few local dancers, we chatted about festivals and locations worldwide. I learned that most of these dancers had never experienced tango in Buenos Aires.

When asked where they planned to dance tango next, most of these dancers responded that they would be staying in Europe. 

Could it be the general unease with the current wars and the dissatisfaction in the world?

Where are they dancing?

Perhaps it’s the distance and expense that keep folks out of Argentina, as in the past year, the value of the peso has climbed drastically, making the country much more expensive. Yes, this is now a significant issue for Argentinians too.

With many festivals and so much tango, we are fortunate to live in Buenos Aires and be able to travel to dance tango.

Our next festival will be in the

In mid-July, we attend the Berlin Milonguero Festival. 

Abrazo

https://paroissescathedraletoulouse.fr

https://www.liz-yannick.com/

https://www.toulouse-tourisme.com/en/

https://tangopostale.com/en/qui-sommes-nous/

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Artist featured at Tango Postales, Mariano Otero
Montpellier train station
Old Town Square, Toulouse

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