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Sunday, October 30, 2022

2022 Halloween on Thompson Street

After a three year hiatus, Thompson Street in Bordentown is back! In 2019 they announced they were taking the year off because the lead house was in the middle of a kitchen remodeling job and it was too much. Then, well, 2020 and 2021 made it unsafe to do.

Much joy was on their Facebook page when they announced they would be back this year, but they were not announcing the theme. 

We've enjoyed their creativity in the past, but did not want to go with the crowds on Halloween night. Any time before Halloween and you can see people still decorating their homes. It is great how most of the street gets in on it -- even the sailor who just returned from a tour with the navy a couple of days earlier. 

The theme is Under the Sea.

Past years:

2015

2016

2018


Enjoy the photo gallery:










It can't hurt to ask!



Mermaid skeletons were plentiful.

Around the corner.

I think the owner has been sitting in the driveway a wee bit too long.













The only disappointment was that the owners of the house on the end that used to have hundreds of carved pumpkins moved. While expressing my disappointment to Don, a woman passing by said the owner moved near the Town and Country Diner and is still carving pumpkins. I suppose the new owners did not get the memo.



Canal-o-Ween 5k

When I signed up for RunBucks new Canal-o-Ween 5k it seemed like such a good idea.

When I tested positive for Covid 11 day ago, I thought this was the worst idea ever.

The truth was between the two.

I went with Don who was not up for running, but did want to get out of the house. He walked part of the route and took some pictures along the way. 

I started out a little too fast (for me), then walked, then ran, then met up with Don and walked some more, then picked up my pace, then walked, then ran on the downhills (or rather the down ramps), and hustled on the flat parts. I nearly finished before the 40 minute mark. Ideally I finish around 36 minutes for a 5k, so seeing this is barely post-Covid, I shouldn't complain too much.

A highlight was when the lead runners passed by us slow pokes they offered encouragement and told us we were doing a great job. Aww.... you are 2/3 done, I am not even 1/3 done, but thanks for the vote of confidence!

A funny moment came when I was trying to figure out someone's blue costume as we were crossing the Delaware River. He told me there are SHARKS in the Delaware. I get it ... he was a shark.

I took a lot of pictures, and made friends with Laura, the self-professed Pumpkin Queen. The weather was about 60 and sunny, with a slight breeze. Costumes were encouraged. 


I wisely chose to leave the sweatshirt with Don

The hat didn't last long on my head.

Laura The Pumpkin Queen


Don took pictures

Possibly my favorite running picture ever


The race is an out and back along the canal in Yardley and up and over the Scudders Falls Bridge to New Jersey (and back again). The scenery this time of year is breathtaking. 

The piece de resistance --
done by a local woodworker using tools for clay making
It is called the Canal-o-Ween race because it coincides with Yardley's Canal-o-Ween festivity. Part one of the festivity is carving pumpkins on Sunday afternoon. The pumpkins are moved to the towpath and lit every night for a week so you can stroll along them enjoying the different levels of talent (they are all better than what I can do). 





Overall it was a lot of fun. Pat, the organizer, just asked us to each bring four friends next year. It was so lightly attended I was one of only a few people not garnering a prize (the Pumpkin Queen was another). Better luck next time. 

Barcelona travel blog part twelve -- Pretty Woman: el musical

If you've been a fan of this blog for any length of time, you know we enjoy seeing shows -- all levels of shows from Broadway to college to community theater to high school. It really doesn't matter. 

Seeing a show in a foreign language was a first for us, though. (That said, I think I have seen some shows in French and muddled through, but we don't understand any Spanish beyond Hola!)

Why did we go? The show had been on Broadway and we knew the basic plot from the 1980s movie with Julia Roberts and Richard Gere. Don has done some stage management so he was curious about the sets and how they would work -- when you take out the dialogue, you can concentrate on so much more. Plus it was cheap -- $40 a ticket for the front row of the mezzanine. We felt as if they were putting on the show for us.


A quick backtrack ... on the metro we met Dennis. Dennis gets around Barcelona on his electric unicycle. He proudly told us seven years ago he was the second person in Barcelona to get an electric unicycle. There are newer models out that are a lot lighter and have more features, but are also a lot more expensive. He has only had to make two repairs on his in seven years (costing 50 euros total to repair) -- and he uses it all the time. He has only had one flat tire in that time. I felt as if I was chronicling a story for Humans of New York (or Humans of Barcelona). Covid has made it harder to strike up conversations with random strangers and learn about their lives. I have missed doing that.



Random picture of the inside of the metro -- love how you can walk effortlessly from one car to the next.

We were disappointed to not receive a Playbill (or the Spanish equivalent of one). We posed for a picture anyway. There is a QR code we could click to see one. It is in either Spanish or Catalan. 

The poster that caught our interest. Upon doing a little bit of research, found out the theater was a 10-minute walk from our Airbnb -- a vote in its favor. I also saw signs for Ghost (another musical) and Grease (coming later this year). After we came home we borrowed the Broadway soundtrack from the library.
Nice prop to pose with in the lobby.


In lieu of a playbill, a poster of the performers.


From the show we walked "home" along the road parallel to Av. Paral-el. The street is filled with family-owned restaurants. Up until 11 pm the restaurants spill out onto the car-free plaza. After 11, they move indoors (I suspect there is a noise ordinance in place). We chose our restaurant for the evening based on knowing they serve paella. Don and I are not seafood people (I'm getting better, but as this would be our last meal in Spain, I didn't want to risk it.) Mine was vegetarian, and Don's was with chicken. A handy menu with pictures and descriptions in several languages helped us to decide what we want -- yes, I know that screams tourist trap, but what can you do when you don't understand the language and just want to eat! Our "expensive" meal of the trip was 30 euros ($30) and included two glasses of beer and a glass of wine. I am so ready to move! A side note: our server was wearing an orange sweatshirt that said "Columbus" on it. When we asked him about it, he said he has never been to Columbus. He just liked the sweatshirt. The sweatshirt worked to encourage us to give an extra tip./

As much as we tried to milk the evening, we walked back to the Airbnb after midnight, knowing we would have to wake up at 7 to catch our 11:15 am flight, and we still had to pack up the place. My notes say "tomorrow morning will be rough," truer words were not written as later that next day we both had runny noses and the beginning of Covid. Thank goodness we were healthy on our trip.

Thus ends our adventures. In the morning with took the metro one stop to Placa Espana and found the Aerobus back to the airport. As I had bought a round trip ticket a few days earlier, and I could still find it, it was easy to board the bus. Had I realized how easy it was to take the metro, we likely would have done that instead. The bus is pretty amazing, though. It seems to run every five minute at all hours of the day and night. I could be wrong on that note, but anytime we were walking around the city, we saw the Aerobuses running. I wish we had something similar from Princeton to Newark and Philadelphia airports.

After going through security and customs, we waited for our flight. The flight home was uneventful. Once again we were seated next to each other. We had two meals and personal TVs to watch whatever we wanted. Other than being restless, and our pilot trying to break the speed record by bouncing along every bit of turbulence between Spain and the United States, it was an uneventful flight. We went through customs in record time and picked up the car. We were nearly home about the time we were supposed to land. After a nap, we realized we were both sick. 

Welcome home!

Barcelona travel blog part eleven -- Sagrada Familia

Don declared our fifth day a "quiet" day because we "only" had three things to do and we took the metro to the different spots. They were still three big activities:

Park Guell

Sagrada Familia

Pretty Woman: El Musical

This post is about the second stop on the day: Sagrada Familia.

Sagrada Familia means Holy Family in Spanish. Even when it is completed, it will never be considered a cathedral because each city only has one cathedral, and that is where the city's bishop resides. Sagrada Family was not even considered a church until November 7, 2010 when Pope Benedict XVI consecrated it.

If you do visit, allow extra time to go through full airport-level security (except you can keep your shoes on). I had put everything into one bag to make it quicker -- camera, phone, purse, but was asked to remove my camera and phone. So much for my efforts to speed things up. The line moved swiftly and soon we were inside the gate looking for our English tour guide. We were each handed radios with new headsets (which someone in our group referred to as "technology waste" -- I agree, which is why I kept mine to use afterwards on the airplane and other places I need ear phones.

Our guide thanked us for buying tickets to the church -- these days, that is how the renovations are being funded. They lost ground during Covid, both due to the inability to work, and the lack of tourist revenue to pay for work.

I did not catch our guide's name. I feel I should make one up for her to make the story more interesting. Since the Josephites were the ones who originally paid for the church, I'll refer to her as Josephine. She is a quick, short blond woman who probably gives these tours so often she could recite it in her sleep.

We moved over to the model of what it will look like when completed. The model did not mean that much to me.

To repeat what I learned on the earlier tour:

1) In the end, there will be three facades representing Jesus's life: birth, crucifixion, and the glory.

2) There will be 18 towers (12 apostles, 4 gospel writers, Mary, and Jesus). Nine have been completed. Four will be unveiled later this year. Still have five to go. Jesus's will be the tallest tower, but will be just shorter than Montjuic because he feels he could not go higher than what God has created. Luke and Mark's statues will go on their towers this year.



3) It was started in 1883 by Gaudi. Plans called for it to be finished in 2026 for the 100th anniversary of Gaudi's death. They lost 15 months because of Covid. Even tacking that on, being finished by 2027 or 2028 does not seem realistic.

4) At the top is a star to guide Jesus. There will be twelve stars -- one for each of the 12 tribes of Israel. 

Some new notes:

* There are over 100 animals and plants in the facade. 

Gaudi as Joseph
* All of the people have real faces. She pointed to Joseph and said Gaudi posed for that one. He had to sit with plaster on his face for four hours. 


Picture of musicians for the
musicians in my family


* The baskets of fruit on top of some of the spires were made by a Japanese sculpture who was there earlier that day.

* There are 360 steps to go down from the Nativity Tower (more on that at the end of our tour).

Inside is plainer than the outside. The alter is a replica from a Brazilian family's home.


When I saw the stained glass my first reaction was I did not notice stained glass on the outside. My second was how much different the inside is from the outside.

A tip I learned during the week is that you can go inside Sagrada Familia at 8 am on Sunday mornings to worship. There are no tours, and it would be rude to snap pictures when you should be listening to the priest, but you can do it.

I love the symbolism for these doors. There are 150 languages represented. When the church is finished, this is how you will enter. Next May there is a vote scheduled to decide if the apartment building next door can be knocked down so they can finish what locals consider a "tourist destination" and not a necessary piece of art or a church.

The columns in the sanctuary are in the shape of trees -- homage to Gaudi being influenced b nature. The branches help support the roof.

From 1900-1914 Gaudi lived in a workshop in the church, only leaving to go to church twice a day. He was struck by a trolley and died a few days later while heading to his church, Santa di Marie. 

We crossed through the sanctuary to go outside to see the Passion side, which was built in the 1970s. We passed giant shells that are used as baptism fonts. They were a gift from some country. "Josephine" was such a fast talker I could not keep up with note taking AND picture taking AND absorb what I was seeing.

This side was built in the 1970s under the influence of a different architect. So far, five generations have lived since the project began. That is not unheard of with building major churches.

The Passion story written out on the doors.


Based on a Dali painting -- very controversial at the time

The entire passion story is told on this side of the church.
Reminded me of Stations of the Cross, though "Josephine"
did not use that expression.


We moved over to the side where "Josephine" pointed out a replica of the school Gaudi had built in 1909 next to the church so children could be taught up to age 12 -- a radical idea at the time. The original was destroyed during the Spanish Civil War in the 1930s. 


From here we went to the Sagrada Familia museum which is housed under the sanctuary. Inside are many models of Gaudi's vision and some incredible photographs of it being built.




After the museum we decided to go up inside the tower. Back in New Jersey I had the option of the nativity or the passion tower. Again, lack of research made me just choose a side. I was already feeling pressure because we were only in Barcelona for five days and all of the tours in English were sold out for all but the last tour of our last day (yes, we are grateful we could get that), so I didn't want to waste time figuring out which is the better of the two sides. While on our Gaudi tour we told Ross we chose nativity, and he said that is his preferred side because that is the one Gaudi had some influence over. After climbing down the 360-step stone spiral staircase, I wondered what the other side was like.

Before we could go in the elevator, we had to make ourselves as small as possible by putting our belongings in a locker. In order for the lock to work, you had to enter a 2 euro piece, which you would get back when you return to claim your stuff -- like the shopping carts at Aldi. It was a little frustrating to hear this at this point, but the guards were used to these issues and loaned people coins for the lockers. They also pointed out that one euro coins also worked.

The trip begins with a tight elevator ride up about half-way. I suspect the elevator was added after Gaudi's death. Six people fit in the elevator. "Otis," our elevator guide gave the same spiel he gives every couple of minutes -- when you get out there are a couple of stairs, the you walk out on the balcony (the coolest part of the experience) and then walk up more stairs, to then walk over to where you begin climbing down. The climbing down was the hard part -- it was dark and I had visions of missing my step only to tumble down the stairs knocking people over as if they were bowling pins. Towards the end of the experience the French girls behind me (they were speaking French) turned on their phone's flashlight -- brilliant! (In more ways than one)

The views:










As we descended, we continued to snap pictures.






Perhaps the coolest picture of the trip:



One quick look around the sanctuary before leaving for some ice cream. This statue will soon grace the top of the church. When I come back, I wanted a picture to remind myself of its scale.

It felt like a whirlwind tour. If/when I return, hopefully next time I can breathe between bullet points.

One observation we made about this point in the trip is we want to continue to travel while we are young enough / healthy enough to enjoy it -- to be able to climb to the top of that tour, or walk 30,000 steps exploring a city, or eat whatever we wanted to just because it looked good. What an ironic thought since two days later we were bedridden with Covid. Yes, we did wear our masks in the tight confines of the spiral staircase, but not in the wide open sanctuary.

Onto Av. Paral-el to the Apollo Theater to see a show in Spanish.