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Jerez 2006

[It] was certainly within the four walls of that gym, between rep after rep on different muscle groups, that the 'LorenShow' was born. There was a time when only Rossi used to put on a show, but even that has become a rare event. 'Now he only does it on certain occasions,' says Jorge. 'The World Championship was losing a bit of sparkle. Other riders were trying things but they weren't funny, especially in 125cc. There was a time when Melandri tried to imitate Rossi but he never managed to make it as funny.' Jorge had been thinking for a long time about how he could offer his fans something extra after a win. A lot of people saw him as too serious, but he wanted to show that he cared about them, that he enjoyed what he did and that he was affable and good humoured, as well as imaginative. He needed an ingenious plan because he had a clear objective: to celebrate the World Championship title in style. 'We wanted to do it in style, go mad,' recalls Dani Palau. That seemed a long way off, back in the summer of 2006, but once the crises of Turkey, Shanghai and Le Mans were behind him the dream of beating Andrea Dovizioso was alive again.

Strictly speaking, the first episode of the 'LorenShow' was at the Spanish GP in 2006. It was his first victory in the 250cc class and Jorge got off his bike, took off his helmet and started shouting at the fans. 'It was pretty spectacular and it was the first time we used the word "LorenShow",' he recalls. 'Palau and I used to put together a ten-page magazine of our own after each Grand Prix and on the front cover of that particular edition we put a photo of my celebrations and the headline [in English] "Welcome to the LorenShow!" That was awesome, really different. I have always been creative and I fancied doing something special after I won, so I decided to give it a try!' The design of the magazine, by the way, was similar to GQ. 'Well, not similar exactly. We kind of copied it! We were worried about getting into trouble for copying it but I hope they don't hit us with a lawsuit now ... it was only for us!' he laughs.

March 2007

After his victory at Losail Jorge pretended to skip like a boxer, as he'd done for so many hours in the gym with Marcos. It was a spontaneous, intuitive celebration and an early turning point for his season. After such a morale-boosting performance during and after the race, why not celebrate all his victories from now on? 'In Qatar I did the skipping-rope thing but I never thought that in the future I'd be using props to celebrate my victories!' The preparation that went into each episode of 'LorenShow' was a simple but elaborate process. Generally the original idea would come from Jorge and, often with the help of his computer, Palau would fill in the details. It became something of a team effort at Motorsport48, where almost everybody began to join in the fun. Everybody except the boss: Dani Amatriain kept his distance. He didn't like or dislike the celebrations but he preferred to leave them to Jorge as a bit of innocent fun. Out of the blue came another idea, this time from Marcos. Once again, it was an idea born in the gym. 'You are a warrior. You have to reclaim the championship, right? But what kind of a conqueror doesn't have a flag?' Jorge's eyes began to twinkle. 'It has to be something really visual,' Jorge told Palau, taking on the idea. 'Imagine that in each race I stick a flag into the ground, as if I have conquered that land. Like Christopher Columbus when he arrived in America!' The design process was short, with Jorge's X-fuera logo the obvious choice, set on a black background - the colour used by pirates. And written in English, so that it would be understood all over the world, not just in Spain, would be those now famous words: 'Lorenzo's Land'.

The day of its first unfurling soon arrived. It was the Spanish Grand Prix at Jerez, known as 'The Cathedral' by local fans. Dani Palau headed for partisan territory - the section of track that features the 'Angel Nieto' and 'Peluqui' corners, where he would meet his friend if he won the race. 'I had goosebumps. You should have heard the noise from the crowd when Jorge stopped!' he recalls. There were 140,000 people packed into the grandstands at Jerez that day and they had been treated to an outstanding 250cc race: 'la carrera de los cuarenta y dos adelantamientos' ['the race with forty two overtakes']. Jorge Lorenzo savoured the moment. As he had done in 2006, he removed his helmet, got off his bike and punched the air to celebrate his second victory at Jerez. Then the flag appeared by his side. He took it and drove it deep into the gravel. Jerez had been conquered, the first circuit to be claimed as 'Lorenzo's Land'. A few weeks later he won again, in China, and again he planted the flag. However, unlike Jerez, this victory was his first in Shanghai. Nobody was going to stop him now.

"Now what's happening with Lorenzo? Oh, he's going to plant the flag, I think. Here we go! Or he's going to throw the flag. He's going to do something, but, eh... All the script we have in front of us, all the timings, goes out of the window when Lorenzo wins a 250cc race... so you can just, rustle up your papers, any scripts you've got, what's coming up next, disappears, because he delays everything. There we are. Plants the flag..."

Le Mans 2007

Lorenzo, who designs his own logos and comes up with fun things like the pirate flag he sticks in the sand at the circuit where he wins to "announce to everyone" that he has conquered "that land" , says that preparing for these celebrations is just another way of coping with the hard training he does and, above all, having the best time possible. "Looking for ideas for the parties I have at the circuits encourages me to win ," he said yesterday after his excellent victory over Dovizioso.

The Mallorcan, who did not hesitate to admit his mistake on a line and apologize to Dovi for the push he had given him ( "I'm very sorry, I went out too wide on a curve, I wanted to regain verticality too soon, get back on the right line and I crashed into him" ), yesterday came up with nothing better than to dress up his soulmate, Dani Palau, as Jorge Lorenzo, with whom he shares the entertainment of festive designs and games. Palau appeared on the lap of glory and tried to get his two-and-a-half-litre Aprilia and, as they had agreed, Lorenzo told him to go away, that the bike was his and that he was the owner of the winning machine. "We wanted to make a joke, implying that the double, which was him, Dani, represented the Lorenzo who had fallen on Friday and that the real one, that is, myself, was the one who had won the race."

Mugello 2007

Jorge was coming up with more ideas for celebrations than he could use, and that was probably a good thing because some of them would have got him into more trouble than they were worth. Like the one that involved him wearing an Andrea Dovizioso mask. 'We've still got the mask but Andrea would have had to do something really bad to me to warrant getting it out ... though he'd better ‘watch it!' smiles Jorge. Another one that failed to get past the ideas stage was for Valencia, the final race of 2007. Jorge had already claimed the title and, after being criticised all year for using the 'Lorenzo's Land' flag instead of the Spanish one, planned to go completely over the top, using not only the Spanish flag but dressing up' as a bullfighter. Maybe it was a good thing he only managed seventh. The celebrations he did get to use became ever more elaborate and meticulously planned. He would scour the circuit for the best comer, with the best camera angle and the best view for the fans. Jorge had decided that each celebration should have something to do with the country he was in, and in Italy a friend, Jordi Ohva, who worked for Dorna [the commercial and television rights holders for MotoGP] gave him an idea. 'In Italy they've nicknamed you "Spaniard". The commentator on Italian television has started calling you that.''"Spaniard"? Why?''Because you are like a gladiator and that's what they call the main character played by Russell Crowe in the movie Gladiator.' Maximus Decimus Meridius was a Roman general born in Merida, Spain. He lived in the second century and since this was the second year of domination by a Spaniard in the 250cc class then what better way for Lorenzo to celebrate victory in the Italian GP than by dressing up as his namesake? 'In fact, the idea of doing something historical came after watching 300 with Marcos,' explains Jorge, 'We watched the film again with Palau, the three of us talked about it and we decided we wanted to do something related to the Battle of Thermopylae. It was while we were looking for a King Leonidas suit that we came across a Gladiator outfit. That coincided with me finding out what [Italian television commentator] Guido Meda was calling me.' The wheels were quickly put in motion. like any good media relations manager, Pere Gurt sourced an exact replica of the costume worn by Russell Crowe in the film, which was owned by an agency in Madrid. It cost 600 euros a week to rent and the sword was extra. It was kept in a corner of the garage at Mugello, where Dani Palau devoutly guarded it from the inquisitive eyes of journalists who were already wondering what Lorenzo had up his sleeve if he won this one. On race day Palau headed for the comer where they'd agreed to meet if a miracle should happen. Jorge was starting from 20th on the grid, but he still had his sights set on victory. Everybody knows what happened next. On the big screens around the circuit, Palau watched his friend slide into the gravel after colliding with Bautista. He jumped onto his scooter and raced to fetch him, sword, breastplate, helmet, 'Lorenzo's Land' flag and all. The Italian fans spotted the props and, despite Jorge's popularity there, Dani could hear them laughing and shouting insults. The mediocre can be unforgiving when a winner falls from his perch. 'The preparations were perfect, but unfortunately the race wasn't!'

Catalunya 2007

You have to be very confident in your abilities to appear on the starting grid, having previously asked two friends to dress like you, to wait for you at a strategic point during the lap of honour and to take out some guitars so you can emulate your favourite band in front of 112,600 spectators. That was how Jorge Lorenzo celebrated his fifth victory of the season at Montmeló, giving a concert on the track and another one off it, microphone in hand, as a tribute to the Red Hot Chili Peppers and to make up for his fall at Mugello a week ago. This time, the Mallorcan needed two stunt doubles at his side for his performance, and those who dressed as him were Dani Palau, his webmaster and the same one he used at Le Mans, and Ricard Cardús, a CEV driver and Carlos' nephew.

Looking back on his performance, it could be said that the most critical moment was the start, when Thomas Luthi had taken the lead on the first corner. 'Por Fuera' did not back down, he lived up to his nickname and made an epic outside turn. That was the only thing that really cost him, or so it seemed from the sidelines, because he later said that it had been a difficult race. Maybe he said that because he still had in mind the blunder in Italy, that fall on the last corner when Álvaro Bautista overtook him. Whatever the reason, he was exultant and at the end of the podium ceremony he dared to take the speaker's microphone to address the public. "Did you enjoy the show?" he asked from the top of the podium. And he continued: "I know that some of you liked me and others didn't, but I don't care. You are Spanish like me and I love you! Thank you."

The trio completed a recce of Montmelo on Thursday and Friday and performed a rehearsal at the corner of choice, in front of the stadium section. I told them, "When we're playing here, I want you to jump around like the Red Hot Chili Peppers. Go on YouTube, have a look at the videos and learn the dance moves," ' recalls Jorge. 'But the bastards ignored me!' For one magic moment Jorge, Dani and Ricky were no longer Lorenzo, Palau and Cardus. They weren't even three Lorenzos, dancing and singing like maniacs in front of 100,000 people. They were Anthony Kiedis, Flea and John Frusciante. Only Chad Smith was missing on drums, otherwise they would have been the real Chilis. 'I wanted there to be four of us, like the real Chilis, and I was going to ask Ricky's older brother Jordi to join in but there weren't any more leathers in my size. Also, getting a drum kit onto the track would have been a nightmare!'

Donington, Assen, Sachsenring 2007

After Catalunya came the British GP and before travelling there they went to dinner with a racing friend, Xavi Ledesma - the owner of the Fortuna Team hospitality unit and one of Jorge's closest friends in 2005, as well as being the organiser of the Copa Aprilia when he first started racing Xavi told them that the tradition in England was to drink tea in the afternoon. No sooner said than done. They went out and bought a tea tray, complete with teapot, cups and spoons. Palau planned to sit at a table at the Melbourne Loop, dressed as a waiter in a tuxedo and crash helmet. All Jorge had to do was turn up, rest his feet and have a drink. Oh, and win the race. Unfortunately, the final and most crucial part of the plan started to go wrong in the warm-up because, as is well known, rain is as traditional at Donington as tea. Despite the heavy downpour, Jorge produced a great performance - he was having the best wet race of his career. 'Shall I go out or not?' thought Dani halfway through the race. His buddy was running in second place behind Dovizioso. He had to have faith. 'If you have any doubt, something is bound to go wrong,' says Jorge. 'Whenever I have felt sure I would win I have won, but if there has been any kind of doubt I've lost, come second, or something has happened. That is what the brain is like.' And just as Palau made his mind up and went to load up the scooter with props, Jorge hit the deck. That was one cuppa that was hard to swallow. Jorge's next celebration was enjoyed by the Spanish fans, although it was on a Saturday rather than a Sunday. The Dutch are a bit different in everything, even their racing, and since 1949 the TT at Assen has always taken place on a Saturday. Jorge knew exactly what he was going to do if he won. He wanted to copy the thousands of locals by riding a pushbike. They rehearsed their routine at two or three different comers. 'This place is best. How far will you ride the bike? Will you be able to cycle in boots?' Every minute detail was taken care of. 'We'd practised in that area where Valentino sat when he won the MotoGP race, the bit that looks like a target. I was going to leave my Aprilia and the pushbike would be in the middle of the circle. We thought of it before Rossi!' Suddenly, he changed his mind. On his return to the pit garage he realised that there was a stage, all set up right next to the track, because just by the final chicane that leads into the start-finish straight there is a VIP terrace. It was the perfect place - and not only that, there was a television camera directly opposite.

'We could sit down and have a drink,' Jorge told Dani. The fact he'd missed out on his cup of tea at Donington a few days earlier still irked him, so it was all hands on deck. The owners of the terrace had to be consulted and asked for permission. Initially they weren't too keen because there are no fences there and it is easy for people to get out and access pit lane. For that reason, a huge deposit has to be paid to hire the area, which the circuit organisers retain if there are any problems. In the end they realised it was a Lorenzo celebration and they went along with it. This time Jorge backed up his plans with a dominant victory. However, having left his bike propped against the fence before climbing over the tyre wall and on to the terrace, he was swamped by punters taking photographs and the television cameras lost him in the melee. 'On top of that, the bar owner was a complete opportunist and he got a bunch of people to hold up an advertisement! It was a disaster.' Even though not much could be seen on the television, it was clear that Jorge's double had returned and that they'd gone to have a drink together. But why? Jorge was happy to provide the answer in pare ferme. 'After the crash at Donington, somebody [Dovizioso] had suggested I was getting nervous. So I sipped on a herbal tea.' Some time later Dani Palau insisted that the initial idea was to drink a glass of water but, as at Le Mans, Jorge was thinking on his feet and he was eager to hit back at Dovizioso. 'Sometimes that happens to me. I get really good ideas on the spur of the moment. Other times I really have to think things through for them to work out. But sometimes I get a flash of inspiration.'

Jorge finished fourth in Germany but there were no plans for a celebration even if he'd won. He was worried about the joke wearing thin. 'You have to keep people guessing. It is good to have an element of the unexpected. If we did it every time it wouldn't be funny any more. The truth is that I like things to be complete and maybe I would have continued the celebrations race after race but I let them convince me. It was good to have a break.' The summer holidays were approaching and they wanted to leave the fans gagging for more. To be fair, I have to say that I can't always put on a big celebration because I need helpers and Palau didn't come to every race. For the ones outside Europe we had a much smaller group.' There were no celebrations in the Czech Republic either, but this time for a different reason. Nobody at Motorsport48 was in the mood for a party. Dani Amatriain's assistant, Esther Serra, had just lost her brother, Marc. Jorge won but conducted a silent parade of his now obligatory 'Lorenzo's Land' flag in honour of the family. 'The problem with the celebrations is that it gets harder and harder to come up with something original, with meaning, that isn't just plain stupid,' says Jorge. 'Ideas are finite. We had something planned for Portugal but I'd prefer to keep it to myself - I might use it in the future. We also wanted to do something with animals but are they allowed on the track? We planned to get Datil, my mum's dog, a set of made-to-measure leathers but imagine if we brought him out and he had a shit on the track! That'd cause a scene!' Jorge fell about laughing as his imagination took over. 'It's a shame Marcos doesn't come to more races because we could dress him up as Shrek! Ha, ha!'

Misano 2007

From that moment on, Jorge defended his first place, riding alone and maintaining a calm margin over the second, who ended up being the Japanese Aoyama, after first catching his teammate Kallio, who fell next, and then Héctor Barberá, who added his third podium of the year. Lorenzo is now 50 points ahead and celebrated by doing a lap of honour dressed as a Roman gladiator. De Angelis is second after finishing a disappointing fifth in what was his Grand Prix.

Jorge toyed with the idea of wearing his new outfit [the gladiator costume he had been mocked for at Mugello] if he won at the GP of Catalunya but eventually decided that revenge is a dish best served cold and it was better to wait. The season would give him plenty of opportunities to settle the score and the Italian fans would have no choice but to bow down before him like a Roman general. Every great film has unforgettable lines that are often repeated by film buffs. This one from Gladiator suited Jorge down to the ground. My name is Maximus Decimus Meridius . . . commander of the armies of the north . . . general of the Felix Legions . . . loyal servant to the true emperor, Marcus Aurelius . . . father to a murdered son ... husband to a murdered wife ... and I will have my vengeance, in this life or the next. 'What a well-chosen phrase!' Lorenzo must have thought. Italy owed him one and he was going back to collect his dues. It wasn't to be in that first race on Italian soil, but he was determined to get his revenge in the second. He rented the outfit again, waving goodbye to another 600 euros, but this wasn't about the money. This was a question of honour. He didn't know the circuit, because there hadn't been a GP there since 1993, and although he had visited Misano once, when he'd signed for Derbi in 2002, he was only 15 then and not old enough to actually ride. None of that mattered now, because he went out and won. And on top of that, Dovizioso broke down. Jordi Perez and Cheni Martinez raced out onto the track to dress their man. They'd already discussed with Race Direction and the television directors where the best place would be for the celebration in terms of safety and maximum exposure. Jorge didn't want to take the outfit off - not when he stepped on to the podium, or when he sprayed the champagne. He even kept it on for the press conference. He clearly wanted to recoup his investment, but above all he wanted to enjoy the moment. He felt like the king of the world. ' "Now THAT was legendary," Guido Meda told me.' "

Sepang 2007

Dovizioso responded to remain in Lorenzo’s slipstream as the duo were caught by KTM team-mates Hiroshi Aoyama and Mika Kallio, plus Hector Barbera. The five battled until the penultimate lap when Dovizioso’s wafer-thin title hopes were ended as Mika Kallio took him out in an out-braking move. Hiroshi Aoyama inherited the lead and kept it to the flag from Barbera and Lorenzo. As Kallio remounted to finish fourth ahead of Tomas Luthi, Andrea Dovizioso remounted to cross the line eleventh. Meanwhile Jorge Lorenzo was celebrating keeping the 250cc world championship in a boxer’s gold-coloured gown and gloves, and picking up a fake championship belt in parc ferme.

Jorge won his second 250cc World Championship at the Malaysian Grand Prix with one race to spare, to top off an outstanding 2007 season. And what better way to celebrate in style than by looking way back to the very first race of the year in Qatar, when Jorge recovered the 'eye of the tiger'? His antics in 2007 had made him the leading contender for the title of paddock showman left vacant by Valentino Rossi in a season when the Italian had little to celebrate. It's clear by now that Jorge is up for a challenge and a second 250cc World Championship title was enough of an excuse for him to stake his claim, as the leading heavyweight in 'motorshowbusiness'. On this occasion it wasn't actually one of his own ideas, but he made it his own as soon as it left the lips of Marcos Hirsch. Having started the season training like Rocky Balboa and trying to recover the 'eye of the tiger', he took the title in Malaysia (coincidentally a country the famous Italian novelist Emilio Salgari referred to as the 'land of the tigers' ) and there was only one way to celebrate - as the new CHAMPION OF THE WOOOOOORLD! That box in the corner of the garage at Plulhp Island contained a story all of its own. Jorge and Marcos's initial idea was to set up a boxing match between the two of them, in which Jorge would knock Marcos out. The idea was that I had to beat a heavyweight. And boy is he heavy!' laughs Jorge. When I'd dressed as Jorge at Valencia the previous year, the message was that he had grown up,' explains Marcos. 'This time it was a case of demonstrating that he was capable of anything. Even knocking out somebody twice his height and weight, like me!' Another of Jorge's ideas was for Marcos to grow his hair like Don King, the world's most famous boxing promoter. In the end the celebration wasn't exactly as Jorge and Marcos had planned, partly because the Brazilian trainer was unable to make the trip to Malaysia.

The final idea came about after a conversation between Jorge and Marcos after which the 'celebration panel' of Jorge, Dani Palau and Pere Gurt set things in motion. They went on the Internet to download information about the Clint Eastwood film Million Dollar Baby and then researched other famous boxers like Mike Tyson, Evander Holyfield, Oscar De La Eioya and Julio Cesar Chavez. Once they had decided on a look they set about sourcing the outfit. Esther Serra was sent to a fabric shop in Barcelona, which is where they encountered their first setback. They didn't have any gold fabric for the hooded cloak - only black - and if that shop didn't have it, it was difficult to imagine anywhere else that would. But necessity is the mother of invention and somebody suddenly remembered that the covers used to unveil Jorge's Apiilia RSW250 at the start of the season had been gold. Problem solved! Now it was a case of putting the whole outfit together. They'd found a blue cloak in a Barcelona boxing shop, and picked up a gum shield at the same time. There were some fruitless trips to fancy dress shops. It was time to get the family involved... Pere Gurt called his mother, Rosa Casas, and her friend, Carme Armengol. After much protest, which fell on deaf ears, the pair reluctantly accepted the assignment and, as a result, MotoGP ended up with two more avid fans - to the point where they would get up at 5am to watch Jorge race in Australia.

A world championship belt needed to be found at the same time, so the team got in touch with the Spanish Boxing Federation (FEB), who recommended 'Charlie's', a specialist shop in Madrid. Bingo! Not only did they have a belt, they also had a pair of golden gloves. The only problem was that the belt featured the Dutch flag, but Esther wasted no time in having the red, white and blue colours replaced with a logo designed by Dani PalaWeb that read: 'Loren Show II'. In the end Jorge didn't use the gum shield, but there's a little story about that too. When Juan Llansa saw it he said there was no point: 'That is a shit gum shield. You need one made to measure!' Juanito knew what he was talking about - he'd not only seen plenty of riders use them over his 20 years in motorcycle racing, but also his daughter, Zaida Llansa, was the 2001 Kata [a form of martial arts] World Champion. As soon as he landed in Australia he looked on the Internet for a martial arts shop near Phillip Island. He bought the silicone, warmed it in boiling water and made Jorge bite it for a made-to-measure gum shield. Lorenzo still decided not to use it for the celebrations, but Juanito saved it just in case Jorge decided he needed one for MotoGP. 'He never wore one in 125cc and 250cc but I've saved it just in case he really needs to grit his teeth in MotoGP!' Llansa laughed. Everything was prepared as quickly as possible because there wasn't much time. Jorge quickly became impatient: 'Pere, how's the cloak coming along?' 'Don't worry about it.' 'If it's going to be shit just leave it and we'll think of something else.' 'Trust me. I don't doubt your work, so don't doubt mine.' It was almost time to leave and everything was ready. Cheni Martinez picked up the outfit and went to meet Jorge at the Hotel Barcelo-Sants gym in Barcelona for a dress rehearsal. He had to try everything on before leaving for Melbourne. In the car on the way to the airport Jorge received a call. It was Pere. 'How is it?' 'Pffff. It's not that bad.' Pere Gurt hung up with a smile. 'We've done it,' he thought.

The box remained unopened in Australia, of course, but in Malaysia the surprise was unleashed. The hardest-hitting World Champion in racing was about to be crowned and the character of Rocky Balboa represented the strength he'd displayed to overcome his own limitations and fears. Jorge Lorenzo had not only clinched his second world title, he'd proved to himself and to the world that he could do anything, as a rider and as a person. And then he and the clan treated the public to their most memorable celebration yet. His friends, headed by Juanito Llansa, waited for him with the boxer's outfit that Lorenzo wanted to wear to mirror his battling performances on the track that season — the cloak, gloves and belt of a World Champion, made out of gold fabric and with a logo on the back, hand sewn by Pere Gurt's mother and her neighbour. It simply read: Loren Show II. World Champion 2007. The 'Lorenzo's Land' flag had fluttered at seven different circuits during the year, but this time it was the Spanish flag that an emotional Lorenzo drove into Malaysian soil, in the final turn of the Sepang International Circuit. The whole act had been Jorge's tribute to 'the eye of the tiger', the winning attitude of Rocky Balboa that he'd adopted as his own. All the knock-out blows to his rivals during the season had given him just cause for celebration. Celebrations are often forgotten the following day, as soon as the outfits and props have been returned, but not this time. The World Championship gown and gloves will always remain part of Jorge's life.. 'One day I returned home to find that my mother had prepared a surprise. She had redecorated my bedroom and there it was, my gold outfit, hung on the wall, looking magical.' Some people think Jorge Lorenzo is simply copying Valentino Rossi, the originator of post-race victory celebrations, in order to enhance his own image. Others feel that perhaps he takes things too far, or they may view the Lorenzo antics rather more favourably. Jorge will continue to hope they're accepted for what they are: harmless, innocent fun but always with a moral to the 'story'. There's no doubt, though, that he will have something to say if other riders start copying him...

Jorge Lorenzo and 250cc celebrations

Lorenzo is authentic, reject imitations (2007); Shanghai race commentary (2007); A recital by Jorge Lorenzo to forget about Mugello (2007); Lorenzo 'Gladiator' conquers Misano and caresses the title (2007); Sepang MotoGP: Jorge Lorenzo is 2007 250cc GP champion, Hiroshi Aoyama wins race (2007); Jorge Lorenzo: My Story So Far (2010)

#bodied melandri fairs #the biographer also kinda bodied valentino fairs. ntm on his 2007 #my life's goal is to organise an interview with dovi just to see what his face does if i say the word 'lorenshow' to him #genuinely do think the 250cc ones are my favourite jorge titles likeeeee they hit so good i'm telling you. poor poor dovi #the bit where dovi allegedly suggested jorge was getting nervous and jorge reacted in a sane and normal way... cinema. to me #brr brr #//#//at #//cot #//mt #'like christopher columbus when he arrived in america' JORGE NO #something charming about the biographer saying 'everybody knows what happens next' about the 250cc mugello race in 2007 #a book that knows its insular target audience. like no I didn't actually know off the top of my head but please continue #obviously I have checked but I haven't been able to secure any footage of what this whole gladiator on a scooter situation looked like #okay look I NEEDED to include the presser photos because it's like. the context of What Version of jorge is doing all this #look at him!! he's a kid!! casey and valentino having their whole Thing going on at the same time #that one misano 2007 presser photo is an incredibly rich text if you are an insane person. look at it #casey and dani pointedly ignoring the concept of 250cc in those years I reckon #valentino observing all of this in his peripheral vision and just saying to himself. listen. that's a problem for future me

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seneon · 2 years ago

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as one moves forwards, they come across a grave that is like any other. except, there were seashells nicely displayed above the tombstone. there was a legend where a merman never got back to the ocean, leaving him to dry on land. but legend is legend.

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before the death of y/n l/n came an story that was historical and cultural to many pirates that has set sail or is going to set sail into the sea for an adventure. her story will forever be a caution to every pirates, telling them to be aware of the sea. and the creatures that resided beneath the ocean.

in christopher columbus' journal, he wrote that he saw mermaids, but it was some other sea creature instead. in another pirate's diary, it was written that they saw mermaids swimming in the ocean. while another, recorded the same occurrence.

except, it was mermaids who hummed an alluring tune, driving his crewmen to slowly dive deep into the ocean by their voices alone.

y/n l/n wanted to see if it was true ever since she laid her hands on her brother's diary. so she gathered her own crew and set sail into the sea in search for those singing mermaids that drove mere pirates into the ocean to their deaths.

"captain! one of the crewmen dived into the ocean out of nowhere!!" a member barged into her room as she immediately stood up and walked out her room through the ship where people are gathered.

the weather was fine and so was the wind. the ocean waves were calm and slowly carrying the ship through the water.

"where did he jump off?" she asked, keeping a distance from the crowd and looking around the ocean in weariness. "over here ma'am," a crew member said.

"hey you," y/n asked the youngest member in her crew and handed him her journal and feather pen. "i want you to write down everything that is happening from now onwards. do not take off this earpiece that i am going to put in your ears until you set foot back home. you are appointed the next ship captain when i cease. all is well." she said and stuffed waved earpieces that blocked out all noises from the world and left.

a total number of two crewmen dived into their death during the day. then came night, where all the pirates were asleep in their cabins, while the captain is seated on the deck with a single candle lit, a book in her hand, reading the night away.

until the fourth paragraph, a soft humming filled her ears more than the ocean waves. her eyes never left the words on the page as she continued reading away, the humming coming clearer into her ears. was there a record of a male voice in her brother's books? she believed not, but this humming is the humming of a deep, masculine voice.

"reading?"

she immediately looked up to be met with a man so beautiful y/n almost thought he was angel sent from heaven. his features were so charming and attractive that they caught her in a situation that she couldn't quite grasp. in absolutely awe, she knew it was a trick.

"are you or your friends the one who led my brother's crew to their deaths?" she asked and set the book aside, walking towards the man as he grinned with a hum. "aizen."

"aizen," y/n said and immediately pressed her lips onto the salty lips of the man. then into the moonlight, down to their tippy toes, their bodies glistened under the moon's illumination.

the sirens might be haunting and alluring, but y/n is smart. so intelligent that she consumed poison that tastes like rose and kissed a merman. her sweat could never rival the voices of a siren, for her sweat produces toxins that slowly itched into the skin of aizen.

eventually, skins and scales were melting and a murdering suicide was thrown into the ocean, a death of a human and a merman were tied together by poison.

while the next captain wrote everything he sees down into y/n's journal, praying for the death and sacrifice of his deceased captain. there was a way on how to conquer the sirens and their haunting voices now.

grave five 🪦 spooktober graveyard series | NEXT

#🪦 spooktober graveyard #sosuke aizen #aizen sousuke #aizen x reader #bleach aizen #bleach #aizen sosuke x reader #bleach tybw #aizen x you #bleach imagines #bleach oneshot #aizen oneshot

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nailbuddy · 23 days ago

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lyrics i wanna draw to in the future also teaster maybe

might doodle this teeheehee hehe bhe also i impulse bought the dozer plushie 😭😭😭

these are just lyrics id probably draw my Player design to 😋 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

- Cojum Dip - Cell: "I will take out a bullshit policy. Still, I am lost how could you forget me? Where do I sign for us to make amends? Here, you're a dream why can't we just be friends?" // "I will dissolve while you will find a way to never be with anyone anyone anyone you're a friend. I will dissolve while you will find a way to never be with anyone anyone anyone you're a friend. Avant-garde you are not. Why won't you just follow me?"

Cojum Dip - 4-LOM: "If I could wash the world away would I begin to live that way? If I could wash the world away would I begin to live that way? And though they say it’s poisonous their bath does wash their pain away!"

Cojum Dip - Moon Waltz: "Synodic season to come out of hiding. Why'd it take so long? Inching out of orbit dividing where did I go wrong?" ---------------------------------------------------------------------------

ΔΙAΨΕYΣH TOU APIΣTOTEΛH (AKA: Aristotle's Denial): All the lyrics in the damn song are worthy I glaze this song so hard.

Bahamian Rap City - Joe Hawley and others: "Summon'd by a call buried in us all; anyone can see what it means to me. Finally companied in omniverse, Dreaming sweet in C..." // "Governed by a mean commonwealth unseen. Pirates in denial plunder'd every file. Lo with misbegotten woe to burn, Rosencrantz & Guildenstern. Knowledge wasn't power if it couldn't flex its muscle every hour. Christopher Columbus killed exactly how he thrilled"

Isle Unto Thyself - Miracle Musical: "I was a victim of magic, Apollo, catching my breath as I bled on the ground. Somebody called me to follow, I followed, thinking aloud without hearing the sound." // "Why did fire-erupted lands arrive? Why did murderous animals survive? Why did we deserve to be revived? Why was any and everything alive?"

The Mind Electric - Miracle Musical: "Scattering sparks of thought energy deliver me and carry me away. Here in my kingdom, I am your lord. I order you to cower and pray" // "Spiraling down thy majesty I beg of thee, have mercy on me I was just a boy, you see I plead of thee, have sympathy for me." // (Demo 4) "See how I laugh at you. You'll never understand, no, you'll never understand, no, you'll never ever ever understand. See how I run from you, I'll never ever ever understand, no, I'll never ever ever understand" ---------------------------------------------------------------------------

Slipknot - Everything Ends: "You are wrong, fucked, and overrated I think I'm gonna be sick, and it's your fault. This is the end of everything you are the end of everything. I haven't slept since I woke up and found my whole life was a lie, motherfucker. This is the end of everything you are the end of everything" // "What the hell am I doing? Is there anyone left in my life? What the fuck was I thinking? Anybody want to tell me I'm fine? Where the hell am I going? Do I even need a reason to hide? I am only betrayed, I am only conditioned to die."

Any lyric from Slipknot - Purity, I wanted to save these for Scopes drawings but they work for player too: "Cut me, show me, enter, I am willing and able and never any danger to myself. Knowledge in my pain, knowledge in my pain or was my tolerance a phase? Empathy, out of my way I can't die! I can't die I can't die, I can't die!" ---------------------------------------------------------------------------

Something from TMBG - Hey Mr. DJ I Thought You Said We Had a Deal

Something from TMBG - All Time What ============================================== sorry for the lyrics dump and no actual post heres like uhh doodles i did during my shadowban (obviously im not banned anymore duh)

my favorite song is aristotle's denial 🦄

#nailbuddy #my art #lryics #lyrics #lyric quotes #hi hey hello #hi sushi #hi guys

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brb-on-a-quest · 1 year ago

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The Toxic relationship between America and England As Told by Me Which Will Have Many Questionable Oversimplifications Due To the Lack of Time I Currently Have Before My Last Final Paper For A Different Class is Due: a story told by me. Tagging @igotthisaccountunderduress bc she asked for this specifically and now must suffer the consequences

Source: My history notes and a chat where I have infodumped all this to my best friend who has somehow still put up with all of my ramblings. If people would like I can and will make a series out of this with more actual research because Damn History is so much more interesting when it's not for the grade and stress and finals (like I love the tea, love the reciepts, but to memorize all of it on top of other things? *stress ensues*

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There was a war. There have been many wars. But during this period of like literally forever ago England, Spain, and France really just couldn't stop bickering at each other like siblings. This became more problematic when Spain started getting Colonies in this New World after the whole Christopher Columbus shenanigans (Fun fact: Isabel and Ferdinand really only sponsored like 20% or 30% of Columbus' original costs; Columbus still had to like find the other major chunk of it through sponsorships and donations). But anyway Columbus Task Failed Successfully and discovers Not India/Spice Islands but ~a whole new world~ (so many more shenanigans with that Columbus had to straight up lie to his crew multiple times to stop mutinies from happening I want to read his diaries at some point bc the more things I hear the more intrigued I get). But anyway Spain gets a lot of shiny new income in plenty of resources, spices, diseases, tomatoes, chocolate, etc.

England and France get jealous. France is like "omg I want some" and they go to Not The Spice Islands via the fabled "Northwest Passage" and get to canada and make bank off fur trading. England however in true Chaotic Sibling Fashion originally goes "why would I need to go over to America when I can just steal from France and Spain"

and thus PIRACYYYYYYY yo ho ho ho and a bottle of rum for meeeee

Spain and France are (unsurprisingly) Not Cool with this whole "sharing is caring" attitude of England and again more wars start. England in the meantime decides it wants to get its stuff together and allows the prototypes of corporations called Joint Stock Companies (basically a bunch of people would share the risks and the reward of running a business) that lead to the Virginia Colony. There were also people who were cashing in royal debts in exchange for land in the new world (the Calverts who started Maryland who wanted to Bring Back The Feudal system and that went so well for them *cough cough*/sarcasm) and a bunch of people who wanted to ability to Practice Their Religion Better than Other People (there was religious persecution when Queen Elizabeth was reigning during the Great Migration of people to America but from my understanding it was more like she didn't care what you did if you were loyal to England but also that is literally only from my professor and I have heard conflicting stories with other professors soooooo take this with a heavy grain of salt).

Anyway now with income coming in from the Americas both Spain and France and England are doing relatively well for themselves. And then guess what happens. Ah yes, more jealous and fighting. In this case, it's over the Ohio Valley Area because both countries wanted to expand their holdings in the new World. Basically this area touched Canada and France is like "C’est à moi" and England's like "GET YOUR TOASTY BAGUETTES AWAY FROM MY LAND" This leads to what we call here the French and Indian War (also called the Seven Years War in Europe I think, a lot of wars have American Names vs European names). Despite being called "The French and Indian War" here, it was fought by England and their Indian Allies and French and their Indian allies. England wins but at what cost?

The cost is money. It's always money. Now everyone has super heavy debt as a sum of like four(five?) wars that are fought in this period of time. England is now trying to raise funds to help get themselves out of the mess they put themselves into. Their solution: make America Pay Rent. Kind of a "we fought this war for *you* actually now give us money for it.

Note: they were only trying to raise part of the money for it via Direct Taxes which are taxes added on top of the price (which btdubs they were paying taxes to England already they were pay just English Version of Taxes which are built into the price so you don't know how much if it is taxes. They were fine with that. They just didn't want extra taxes. So this made them reevaluate their whole relationship with England. It didn't also help that England was starting to revoke some of the major perks like support past the appalachian mountain range, and among other things).

this tulmultuous period can be summed up with (an overgeneralization):

England: *tries to control America over much by being like 'you have to pay taxes on this this and this*

America: fine *just doesn't buy anything from England period until England recants and is like fine you don't have to pay this tax*

England: *plays the jealous girlfriend card* "you can only trade with England!!! No one else!!!

America, the two-timer: *increases smuggling* Also radical terrorists//the sons of liberty start crying for independence (Takes a Long Time For anyone to Listen to them Because Why Would They Rebellion is a stupid idea)

The East India Company thing was such a whole thing that kinda highlights this to an extreme. East India Company was part of the joint stock company that was about to go under because they had taken loans from like literally almost every bank in England. Which if they failed would be REALLY bad news for England. So in an attempt to lower cost, England told East India company that they could bring their tea from india to America directly instead of having to go through british ports as was custom. America took one look at the now So much Cheaper Tea and was like "mmmm sus" and didn't buy it in favor of dutch tea so RIP east India Company. Also Terrorist Group from before burned several of the ships while being disguised as Indians (no one was buying it) and that's what we call the boston tea party. England shut down Boston as they should and basically war ideas were spreading really quickly through new england and further onward (south was less so but they came around).

Anyway. I realize this comes off as very-anti American and it's really not meant to be, both countries were really annoying to each other throughout this whole process. But yeh then theirs gunshots and a declaration of independence and then we barely win by the skin of our teeth (that's mainly bc british merchants were like stop this we can't make money if you're fighting with our best customers at the end) and things get only stranger from there. First modern Democratic Republic so things were bound to get...very wonky.

#brb-rambles #brb-learning-things #again my source is: history prof who I'm pretty sure has been alive since before the revolutionary war #and he was very pro-brit like def would've been loyal to britain in the revolutionary war #tried to be neutral but hard to do with not other research #hope this helps iggy #choose the next one: Abraham Lincoln (the start of his presidency) or if i find my notes the actual things James Madison did #Or Andrew Jackson. He's a character #random question that isn't meant to be weird but may come across as that way #We don't learn too much about canadian history during our stuff: I mainly know french finding out the Wow Canada Exists and America: i want #do you learn anything about american history and what is the narrative like on that?#how do other ppl percieve american history ig

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Twenty-Five Years Before The Wright Brothers Took To The Skies, This Flying Machine Captivated America

First Exhibited in 1878, Charles F. Ritchel’s Dirigible Was About As Wacky, Dangerous and Impractical as Any Airship Ever Launched

— June 11, 2024 | Erik Ofgang

“When I Was Making It, People Laughed at Me a Good Deal,” Charles F. Ritchel Later Said. “But Do They Did at Noah When He Built the Ark.” Illustration by Meilan Solly/Images via Wikimedia Commons under public domain, Newspapers.com

Charles F. Ritchel’s Flying Machine Made a Sound Like a Buzzsaw as its pilot turned a hand crank to spin its propeller. It was June 12, 1878, and a huge crowd, by some accounts measuring in the thousands, had gathered at a baseball field in Hartford, Connecticut. The spectators had each paid 15 cents for a chance to witness history.

The flying machine—if one could really call it that—was an unsightly jumble of mechanical parts. It consisted of a 25-foot-long, 12-foot-wide canvas cylinder filled with hydrogen and bound to a rod. From this contraption hung a framework of steel and brass rods that the Philadelphia Times likened to “the skeleton of a boat.” The aeronaut would sit on this framework as though it were a bicycle, controlling the craft with foot pedals and a hand crank that turned a four-bladed propeller.

The device did not inspire confidence.

“When I was making it, people laughed at me a good deal,” Ritchel later said. “But so they did at Noah when he built the ark.”

A self-described “professor,” Ritchel was the inventor of such wacky, weird and wild creations that a recounting of his career reads as though it were torn from the pages of a Jules Verne novel. Supposedly friends with both P.T. Barnum and Thomas Edison, Ritchel for a time made a living working for a mechanical toy company in Bridgeport, Connecticut, where he designed talking dolls, model trains and other playthings. But he was more than just a toymaker.

Left: Charles F. Ritchel filed more than 150 patents over his lifetime. Right: Ritchel's 1878 patent for his flying machine — Photographs: Public Domain Via Wikimedia Commons

Some years after the flying machine demonstration, the inventor proposed an ambitious attraction for the 1893 World’s Columbian Exposition (also known as the Chicago World’s Fair): a “telescope tower” that would rival France’s Eiffel Tower. The design consisted of a 500-foot-wide base topped by multiple nested structures that rose up over the course of several hours, eventually reaching a height of about 1,000 feet. After this proposal was rejected, Ritchel launched a campaign to raise funds to build a life-size automaton of Christopher Columbus, which the Chicago Tribune reported would speak more than 1,000 phrases in a human-like voice, rather than the “far-away, metallic sounds produced by a phonograph.”

By the mid-1880s, Ritchel claimed to have filed more than 150 patents. Not all of them were fun. He invented more efficient ways to kill mosquitos and cockroaches, a James Bond-esque belt that assassins could use to inject poison into their targets, and a gas bomb for use in land or naval warfare.

Yet never in his career was his quirk-forward blend of genius and foolishness more apparent than on that June day in Hartford. Because the balance of weight and equipment was so delicate, Ritchel was too heavy to fly the craft. Instead, he employed pilot Mark W. Quinlan, who tipped the scale at just 96 pounds. Quinlan was a 27-year-old machinist and native of Philadelphia, but little else is known about him. The record, however, is crystal clear on one count: Quinlan was very, very brave.

When preparations for the craft were complete, the crowd watched in eager anticipation as Quinlan boarded the so-called pilot’s seat. The airship rose 50 feet, then 100 feet, then 200 feet. Such a sight was uncommon but not unheard of at the time. The real question was: Once the craft was in the air, could it be controlled?

The first heavier-than-air flight (in which airflow over a surface like a plane wing creates aerodynamic lift) only took place in 1903, when the Wright Brothers conducted their famous flight in Kitty Hawk, North Carolina. But by the late 19th century, flying via lighter-than-air gases was already close to 100 years old. (This method involves heating the air inside of a balloon to make it less dense, leading it to rise, or filling the balloon with a low-density gas such as helium or hydrogen.) On November 21, 1783, Jean-François Pilâtre de Rozier and François Laurent d’Arlandes completed the first crewed, untethered hot-air balloon flight, passing over Paris on a craft built by the Montgolfier brothers. Later, balloons were used for reconnaissance during the French Revolutionary Wars and the American Civil War.

A drawing of the Montgolfier brothers' hot-air balloon Public Domain Via Wikimedia Commons

But free-floating balloons were, and still are, at the mercy of the winds. While balloon aeronauts can achieve limited control by changing altitude and attempting to catch different currents, they can’t easily return to the spot where they took off from, which is why even today, they have teams following them on the ground. Mid-1800s aviation enthusiasts dreamed of fixing this problem, which led to the development of dirigibles—powered, steerable airships that were inflated with lighter-than-air gases. (The word dirigible comes from the French word diriger, “to steer”; contrary to popular belief, the term, which is synonymous with airship, is not derived from the word “rigid.”) While some early aeronauts successfully steered dirigibles, none of these rudimentary airships could truly go against the wind or provide a controlled-enough flight to take off and land at the same point consistently.

In 1878, Ritchel was unaware of anyone who had successfully taken off in a dirigible and landed at the same spot. He hoped to change that with his baseball field demonstration. A month earlier, Ritchel had exhibited the airship’s capabilities during indoor flights at the Philadelphia Main Exhibition Hall, a massive structure built for that city’s 1876 Centennial Exposition. But there is no wind indoors, and the true test of his device would have to be performed outdoors.

After rising into the air, Quinlan managed to steer the craft out over the Connecticut River. To onlookers, it was clear that the aeronaut was in control. But as he flew, the wind picked up, and it began to look like a storm was gathering. To avoid getting caught in the poor weather and facing an almost-certain disaster, Quinlan steered the craft back toward the field, cutting through the “teeth of the wind until directly over the ball ground whence it had ascended, and then alighted within a few feet of the point from which it had started,” as the New York Sun reported.

Ritchel's dirigible, as seen on the July 13, 1878, cover of Harper's Weekly Public Domain Via Wikimedia Commons

The act was hailed far and wide as a milestone. An illustration of the impressive-looking flying machine was featured on the cover of Harper’s Weekly.

“The great problem which inventors of flying machines have always before them is the arrangement by which they shall be able to propel their frail vessels in the face of an adverse current,” the magazine noted. “Until this end shall have been achieved, there will be little practical value to any invention of the kind. In Professor Ritchel’s machine, however, the difficulty has been in a great measure overcome.”

Across the country, observers hailed Ritchel’s odd but impressive milestone in flight. In the years and decades that followed, this achievement was forgotten by almost all except a select group of aviation historians.

Wikipedia incorrectly lists the flight of the French army dirigible La France as the first roundtrip dirigible flight. But this event took place six years after Ritchel’s Hartford demonstration, in August 1884. Why has a flight so seemingly monumental in its time been relegated to the dustbin of history?

Given his eccentric nature and creativity, it’s easy to root for Ritchel and think of him as a Nikola Tesla-like genius robbed of his rightful place in history. The reality of why his feat was forgotten is more complicated. As Tom Crouch, an emeritus curator at the Smithsonian’s National Air and Space Museum, says, it’s possible Ritchel’s craft was the first to complete a round-trip dirigible flight. But other aircraft in existence at the time probably could have accomplished the same feat in favorable conditions. “La France made the first serious round-trip,” Crouch says.

Additionally, while Ritchel’s machine worked to a point, it wasn’t a pathway to more advanced dirigibles. Richard DeLuca, author of Paved Roads & Public Money: Connecticut Transportation in the Age of Internal Combustion, points out that the hand-cranked nature of Ritchel’s craft made it nearly impossible to operate with any kind of wind. “On the first day, he got away with it and directed the ship out and over the river and back to where he started, and that was quite an accomplishment,” DeLuca says. “But the conditions were just right for him to do that.”

Dan Grossman, an aviation historian at the University of Washington, has never come across evidence that any later pioneers of more advanced dirigible flights were influenced by Ritchel. “There are a lot of firsts in history that got forgotten because they never led to a second,” Grossman says.

An artist's depiction of the La France airship Public Domain Via Wikimedia Commons

The day after their first successful public outdoor flight in Hartford, Quinlan and Ritchel tried again at that same ballfield. This time, the weather was less cooperative, and the wind came in sharp gusts. Still, the pair persisted in their attempt. “Little Quinlan, even if he does only weigh 96 pounds, has confidence and nerve enough to go up in a gale,” the Sun reported. Up he went about 200 feet, but this time, the wind carried him away with more force. Quinlan was “seen throwing his vertical fan into gear, and by its aid, the aerial ship turned around, pointing its head in whatever direction he chose to give it.” Although he could move the ship about, “he could not make any headway against the strong wind.”

Quinlan descended about 100 feet, trying to catch a different current, but the wind still pushed him away from the ballfield. He raised the craft, this time going higher than 200 feet, but still couldn’t overcome the wind and was soon swept off toward New Haven, vanishing from sight like some real-world Wizard of Oz.

Eventually, Quinlan safely brought the airship down in Newington, about five miles away from Hartford. The inventor and his pilot were unfazed by this setback. They held more public exhibitions that year with a mix of success and failure—including an incident that nearly cost Quinlan his life. During a July 4 exhibition in Boston, the machine malfunctioned and continued to rise, soaring to what the Boston Globe estimated to be 2,000 feet. Quinlan couldn’t get the propeller to work, and the craft continued to rise, reaching as high as 3,000 feet.

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Terrified but quick-thinking, Quinlan tied his wrist and ankle to the craft and swung out of his seat to fix the propeller, using a jack-knife he happened to have on him as a makeshift tool. The daring midair repairs worked, and the craft gradually descended. Quinlan landed in Massachusetts, 44 miles from his starting destination, after a 1-hour, 20-minute flight.

Per Grossman, the human-powered method Ritchel attempted to utilize was doomed from the start. “In the absence of an internal combustion engine, there really was no control of lighter-than-air flight,” he says.

Ritchel stubbornly refused to consider powering dirigibles with engines and did not foresee how powerful a better-designed aircraft truly could be.

“I have overcome the fatal objection of which has always been made to the practicability of aerial navigation—that is, I have made a machine that can be steered,” Ritchel told a reporter in July 1878. “I claim no more. I have never pretended that a balloon can be made to go against the wind, and I am sure it never could. It is as ridiculous as a perpetual motion machine, and the latter will be invented just as soon as the former.”

Left: A page from Ritchel's ballooning scrapbook National Air and Space Museum Archives. Right: The scrapbook covers the years 1878 to 1901. Photographs: National Air and Space Museum Archives

Even so, Ritchel was influential in his own way. “He was one of the first to really come up with the notion of a little one-man, bicycle-powered airship, and those things were around into the early 20th century,” says Crouch. After Ritchel, other daring inventors launched similar pedal-powered airships. Carl Myers, for example, held demonstrations of a device he called the “Sky-Cycle” in the 1890s.

Ritchel stands as one of the fascinating early aeronauts whose work blurred the line between science and the sideshow. “I refer to them as aerial showmen, these guys who came up with the notion of making money [by] thrilling people [with] their exploits in the air,” Crouch says.

According to Crouch’s 1983 book, The Eagle Aloft: Two Centuries of the Balloon in America, Ritchel and Quinlan took the airship on tour with a traveling circus in the late 1870s. Ritchel also operated his machine at Brighton Beach near Coney Island. He sold a few replicas of his device and later attempted to develop a larger, long-distance version of the craft powered by an 11-person hand-cranking crew. Perhaps unsurprisingly, this idea failed to gain momentum, and Ritchel faded from the headlines. Soon, the exploits of new aeronauts would upstage him, among them Alberto Santos-Dumont’s circumnavigation of the Eiffel Tower in 1901.

Left: Alberto Santos-Dumont's first balloon, 1898. Right: Santos-Dumont circles the Eiffel Tower in an airship on July 13, 1901. Photographs: Public Domain Via Wikimedia Commons

Despite many earlier dirigible flights, Crouch and Grossman agree that the technology only became practical when German Count Ferdinand von Zeppelin built and flew the first rigid dirigible in the early 1900s. Over the first decade of the new century, Zeppelin perfected his namesake design, which featured a fabric-covered metal frame that enclosed numerous gasbags. “By 1913, just before [World War I] begins, Zeppelin is actually running sightseeing tours over German cities,” Crouch says, “so the Zeppelin at that point can safely carry passengers and take off and land from the same point.”

For a brief period, airships ruled the sky. (The spire of New York City’s Empire State Building, built in the 1930s, was famously intended as a docking station for passenger airships.) But the vehicles, which use gas to create buoyancy, were quickly eclipsed by airplanes, which achieve flight through propulsion that generates airflow over the craft’s wings.

While the 1937 Hindenburg disaster is often viewed as the end of the dirigible era, Grossman says that’s a misconception: The real death knell for passenger airships arrived when Pan American Airways’ China Clipper, a new breed of amphibious aircraft, flew from San Francisco to Manila in November 1935. “Partly because they flew faster, they could transport more weight, whether it’s people or cargo, mail, whatever, in the same amount of time,” Grossman explains. “They were less expensive to operate, they required much, much smaller crews, [and] they were less expensive to build.”

Airplanes were also safer. “Zeppelins have to fly low and slow,” Crouch says. “They operate in the weather; airplanes don’t. An airplane at 30,000 feet is flying above the weather. Weather, time after time, is what brought dirigibles down.”

Today, niche applications for passenger airships endure, including the Zeppelin company’s European tours, as well as ultra-luxury air yachts and air cruises. But “it’s always going to be a tiny, tiny slice of the transportation pie,” Grossman says.

Crouch agrees. “People still talk about bringing back big, rigid airships. That hasn’t happened yet, and I don’t think it will,” he says.

The USS Los Angeles, a United States Navy airship, in 1931. Photograph Public Domain Via Wikimedia Commons

In some ways, Ritchel’s flying machine was a microcosm of the larger history of dirigibles: fascinating, fun and the perfect fodder for fiction, but ultimately eclipsed by more efficient technology.

As for Ritchel, he died, penniless, of pneumonia in 1911 at age 66. “Although during his lifetime he had perfected inventions that, in the hands of others, had brought in great wealth, he died a poor man, as he lacked the business ability to turn the children of his brain to the best advantage to himself,” wrote the Bridgeport Post in his obituary.

Even so, the public had not forgotten the brief time three decades earlier when Ritchel and his airship ruled the skies. As the Boston Evening Transcript reported, his flights captured “the attention of the world. In every country and in every language, newspapers and magazines of the day printed long stories of the wonderful feats performed by the Bridgeport aviator and his marvelous machine, of which nothing short of a cruise to the North Pole was expected.”

— Erik Ofgang is the co-author of The Good Vices: From Beer to Sex, The Surprising Truth About What’s Actually Good For You and the author of Buzzed: A Guide to New England's Best Craft Beverages and Gillette Castle: A History. His work has appeared in the Washington Post, the Atlantic, Thrillist and the Associated Press, and he is the senior writer at Tech & Learning magazine.

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Columbus died in 1505 at the age of 55. He was such a monster that the king and queen of Spain refused to invite him to the kingdom after his voyage to the Americas because of how evil he was during his financed expedition. Word spread fast about how he and his men raped and tortured and murdered the indigenous people in the Caribbean islands.

He became a pariah. He had to flee Genova (Italy) because he raped a 13 year old girl and hid in Spain, where he was broke and bedridden and finally died while his relatives shunned him from the public due to the unthinkable acts he did while at sea. When he died, he was never recognized as an explorer or discoverer of a new world. He was thought of as a “gross character with Gonorrhea, who butchered kids.”

Many Years later, when Settlers were colonizing North America, they needed a white hero to name as the person who discovered the land to justify their colonization and mistreatment of Native Americans. they randomly chose Christofo Colombo because his name had “Christ” in it, and to make it sound more European and Christian, they changed his name to Christopher Columbus, even though he never stepped foot on American soil. Then schools started teaching it. And the rest is history. But the truth is he never discovered anything. He was lost and ended up in a chain of islands. He thought he was in India. He massacred peaceful island civilizations. He murdered men, women, and kids. He tortured and raped. He brought new diseases to each island he invaded. Giving this monster a holiday is insane. We know better. And now we do better.

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rabbitcruiser · 7 months ago

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Hispanic Day

Hispanic Day is celebrated every October 12 to mark Christopher Columbus’ first landfall in the Americas. Did you know that Columbus was seeking a direct route to Asia when he discovered the Americas? Spain Hispanic Day, also known as Fiesta Nacional de España or Día de la Hispanidad, is an official holiday in most Hispanic America under different names. All government administrative buildings and offices, banks, and stores are closed for the day. The day shines a light on Spanish identity and heritage — the bond between the old European country and Spanish-speaking Latin America. Learn about the historical significance of this day in Spain.

History of Hispanic Day

Christopher Columbus’ discovery of the Americas significantly changed the continent and Europe, making Spain the first modern superpower and shaping the Americas’ ethnic, cultural, and political landscapes. Columbus’ first voyage to the New World began on the evening of August 3, 1492. He left the harbor of Palos de la Frontera with three ships: Santa Maria, the Pinta, and the Niña, with Christopher Columbus traveling on the first ship.

On October 12, 1492, the crew on the Pinta sighted land and informed Columbus. Then, Columbus and his men landed on an island and were received by the indigenous Arawak people. He later named the island San Salvador, though it was called Guanahani by the locals. He also referred to the indigenous people as Los Indios, creating a generalized term that will be used to describe the indigenous people of North, Central, and South America.

Columbus later continued his voyage, exploring northeast of Cuba and the northern coast of Hispaniola. In December of that year, Columbus founded the settlement of La Navidad in present-day Haiti and left 39 men there, after the permission of the local chief. On March 15, 1493, Columbus arrived in Spain with native prisoners. His discoveries were received with great celebration and quickly spread across Europe.

On September 24, 1493, Columbus set sail for the New World with 17 ships and about 1,500 men. During this voyage, he encountered the islands of Dominica, Maria-Galante, Montserrat, Antigua, the Virgin Islands, and more. In November 1493, he returned to Hispaniola and established a temporary settlement in La Isabela, present-day Dominican Republic.

The Spanish settlers soon introduced the encomienda system, where indigenous people provided labor for the Spaniards in return for food, shelter, and protection. That, along with the introduction of European diseases and the exportation of enslaved locals, led to a drastic reduction in the indigenous population.

Columbus set sail again on May 30, 1498, locating the regions of modern-day Central and South America. In 1499, Columbus was accused of tyranny and corruption. He and his brother were arrested, shipped to Spain, and spent six weeks in jail. The Columbus brothers were later absolved of all charges by King Ferdinand and Queen Isabella and got sponsored for their fourth voyage to the New World.

On May 9, 1502, Columbus returned to the Americas with a fleet of 30 ships, but only one made it back to Spain. During this voyage, Columbus explored the coasts of Honduras, Nicaragua, and Costa Rica. However, he was impeded by a storm and shipwrecked in Jamaica, where they remained stranded for six months. In a desperate attempt to induce the natives to keep providing for him and his men, Columbus used the lunar eclipse of February 29, 1504, to scare them. He accurately predicted the event using Abraham Zacuto’s astronomical charts. On June 28, 1504, he and his men were rescued, and they arrived in Spain on November 7, 1504.

Spain’s National Day today is a celebration of the country’s heritage. The day is an homage to over 400 million people across continents united by a common language, history, and culture. The quintessential Spanish lifestyle is fully displayed – concerts, street shows, dance, people in regional costumes, and excellent food and wine. The National Day of Spain has faced many changes throughout the 20th Century, but many still regard it as one of the most important days in Spanish history.

Hispanic Day timeline

1492 — 1493

The First Voyage

Columbus sets sail in search of Asia, exploring San Salvador in the Bahamas, the northeast coast of Cuba, Hispaniola, and Haiti.

1493 — 1496

The Second Voyage

Columbus returns to the New World, encountering the islands of Dominica, Antigua, Montserrat, and more.

1892

A National Celebration

Under queen regent Maria Christina, Spain officially commemorates the fourth centenary of Columbus’ discovery of the Americas.

1935

Hispanic Day Celebrations

Madrid celebrates the first ‘Día de la Hispanidad.’

Hispanic Day FAQs

Is Hispanic Day a national holiday in Spain?

Yes. It’s also an off day when government offices, banks, and stores are closed.

How does Spain celebrate Spain Hispanic Day?

Solemn acts of tribute to the Spanish National Flag take place in the capital, Madrid, under the king’s supervision. That is followed by the Armed Forces and State Security Forces parade.

What does Spain call Columbus Day?

Spain Hispanic Day, National Day of Spain, and Día de la Fiesta Nacional.

Hispanic Day Activities

Take a trip to Spain: The day’s celebrations usually extend up to a week, giving people an opportunity to travel to the countryside and explore historical places in Spain. Common destinations for this trip include Aragon and Zaragoza. Book your flight early so you don’t miss out on the celebration.

Soak in the art and architecture: Several Spanish historical sites and museums have an Open Doors Day today. From the Baroque and Renaissance to Gothic influences, Spain’s contribution to art and architecture is immense.

Try a Spanish dish: Dishes such as tortilla Española, gazpacho, paella Valenciana, and fideuá are some of the best the Spanish nation has to offer. Check for a nearby Spanish restaurant and indulge your taste buds with these delicious Spanish cuisines.

5 Interesting Facts About Spain

No lyrics: The ‘Marcha Real,’ Spain’s national anthem, is one of four national anthems in the world with no lyrics.

Border with an African country: Spain is the only country in Europe to have a border with Africa through Morocco.

UNESCO World Heritage Sites: Spain has the third-highest number of UNESCO World Heritage Sites globally — 47.

Spanish speakers: There are about 440 million native Spanish speakers globally, making it second only to Mandarin Chinese.

The world’s oldest restaurant: El Restaurante Botín in Madrid, opened in 1725, is the oldest restaurant in the world.

Why We Love Hispanic Day

It sparks a revision of history: Spain’s impact on the New World was huge, and dates like this one both shine a light on it and inspire reflection on how the times have changed. It is an excellent opportunity to learn.

Spanish legacy: Aside from the Spanish discovery of the Americas, Spain Hispanic Day also celebrates its impact and influence over the Americas, especially Hispanic America. Learn all about Spain’s legacy today!

Unity: Spain Hispanic Day is also a celebration of Spanish culture and language. It commemorates the shared history between Spain and other Spanish-speaking countries, deepening social, political, and economic ties.

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freehawaii · 2 years ago

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DID POLYNESIAN VOYAGERS REACH THE AMERICAS BEFORE COLUMBUS?

History.com - May 25, 2023 According to science, voyagers from Moananuiākea reached America around 800 years ago. “A 2020 study found that Polynesians from multiple islands carry a small amount of DNA from indigenous South Americans, and that the moment of contact likely came some 800 years ago…” Polynesian voyagers sailed without a compass or any other nautical instruments. Yet by reading the stars, waves, currents, clouds, seaweed clumps and seabird flights, they managed to cross vast swaths of the Pacific Ocean and settle hundreds of islands, from Hawaii in the north to Easter Island in the southeast to New Zealand in the southwest. Evidence has mounted that they likewise reached mainland South America—and possibly North America as well—long before Christopher Columbus. “It’s one of the most remarkable colonization events of any time in history,” says Jennifer Kahn, an archeologist at the College of William & Mary, who specializes in Polynesia. “We’re talking about incredibly skilled navigators [discovering] some of the most remote places in the world.” Tracing Polynesian Ancestry Based on linguistic, genetic and archeological data, scientists believe that the ancestors of the Polynesians originated in Taiwan (and perhaps the nearby south China coast). From there, they purportedly traveled south into the Philippines and further on to New Guinea and the Bismarck Archipelago, where they mixed with the local populace. By around 1300 B.C., a new culture had developed, the Lapita, known in part for their distinct pottery. These direct descendants of the Polynesians rapidly swept eastward, first to the Solomon Islands and then to uninhabited Vanuatu, New Caledonia, Fiji, and elsewhere. “The Lapita were the first ones to get into remote Oceania,” says Patrick V. Kirch, an anthropology professor at the University of Hawaii at Mānoa, and author of On the Road of the Winds: An Archeological History of the Pacific Islands before European Contact. “It was really a blank slate as far as humans were concerned.” By the 9th century B.C., the Lapita had made it as far as Tonga and Samoa. But then a long pause ensued without further expansion. Researchers note that, beyond Tonga and Samoa, island chains are much further apart, separated in some cases by thousands of miles of open ocean, and that the winds and currents generally conspire against sailing east. Perhaps Lapita boats simply weren’t up to the task. Moreover, as Kirch points out, the closest coral atolls had not yet stabilized by that time. “It’s possible that there was some voyaging past Samoa,” he says, “but they would have found just coral reefs and not actual land they could settle.” Double-Hulled Canoes Accelerate Expansion During the long pause, a distinct Polynesian culture evolved on Tonga and Samoa, and voyagers there gradually honed their craft. In time, they invented double-hulled canoes, essentially early catamarans, lashing them together with coconut fiber rope and weaving sails from the leaves of pandanus trees. These vessels, up to roughly 60-feet long, could carry a couple dozen settlers each, along with their livestock—namely pigs, dogs and chickens—and crops for planting. “They now had the technological ability and the navigational ability to really get out there,” Kirch says. Though the exact timeline has long been disputed, it appears the great wave of Polynesian expansion began around A.D. 900 or 950. Voyagers, also called wayfinders, quickly discovered the Cook Islands, Society Islands (including Tahiti), and Marquesas Islands, and not long after arrived in the Hawaiian Islands. By 1250 or so, when they reached New Zealand, they had explored at least 10 million square miles of the Pacific Ocean and located over 1,000 islands. “You can fit all of the continents into the Pacific Ocean,” Kahn explains. “It’s a huge, huge space to traverse.” Even the tiniest and most remote islands, such as Pitcairn, did not escape their notice. As Kirch points out, no one else in the world was remotely capable of such a feat at that time. “Around 1000 A.D., what were Europeans doing?” Kirch says. “Not much in the way of sailing.” He adds that, as late as the 15th century, even the most accomplished European seamen, like Vasco da Gama, were merely hugging the coast. Easter Island Among Many Inhabited by Polynesian Voyagers The Polynesians did not have a system of writing to record their accomplishments. But they did pass down stories orally, which tell, for example, of how Hawaiian settlers came from Tahiti, more than 2,500 miles away. “Where the sun rises, in Hawaiian understanding anyway, is a place where the gods reside and our ancestors,” says Marques Hanalei Marzan, cultural advisor at the Bishop Museum in Honolulu. “To get to that place is probably one of the reasons why the migration east continued.” (As an April 2023 study confirms, Polynesian voyagers sometimes sailed west as well into what’s commonly referred to as the Polynesian Outliers.) Each island chain developed its own unique characteristics. On Easter Island, for instance, the inhabitants constructed giant stone statues. Yet all Polynesians spoke related languages, worshipped a similar pantheon of gods, and built ritual sites with shared features, Kahn explains. The various islands also maintained at least some ties with each other, particularly during the heyday of Polynesian expansion. “It’s not just that they came from a place and left and never made their way back,” Marzan says. “They actually continued those relationships.” Evidence that Polynesian Sailors Reached Americas Most experts now believe the Polynesians crossed the entire Pacific to mainland South America, with Marzan saying it happened “without question.” Stanford University biologist Peter Vitousek has similarly told HISTORY that “we’re absolutely sure,” putting the odds of a South American landfall in the 99.9999 [percent] range.” For one thing, experts note that Easter Island (also known as Rapa Nui) lies only about 2,200 miles off the South American coast, and that Polynesian voyagers, capable of locating a speck of rock in the vast Pacific, could hardly have missed a giant continent. “Why would they have stopped?” Kahn says. “They would have kept going until they couldn’t find any more.” Genetic evidence backs up this assertion. A 2020 study found that Polynesians from multiple islands carry a small amount of DNA from indigenous South Americans, and that the moment of contact likely came some 800 years ago (not long after the Vikings, the best European sailors of their era, made landfall on the Atlantic coast of the Americas). Archeologists have likewise found the remains of bottle gourds and sweet potatoes, both South American plants, at pre-Columbian Polynesian sites. Some scientists speculate that the sweet potato could have dispersed naturally across the Pacific, but most agree that the Polynesians must have brought it back with them. “Try to take a sweet potato tuber and float it,” Kirch says. “I guarantee it won’t float very long. It will sink to the bottom of the ocean.” Poultry bones from Chile appear to show that Polynesians introduced chickens to South America prior to the arrival of Columbus, though some scientists have disputed these findings. Meanwhile, other researchers analyzing skulls on a Chilean island found them to be “very Polynesian in shape and form.” Less evidence ties the Polynesians to North America. Even so, some experts believe they landed there as well, pointing out, among other things, that the sewn-plank canoes used by the Chumash tribe of southern California resembled Polynesian vessels. What Happened to Polynesians in Americas? No Polynesian settlement has ever been unearthed in the Americas. It therefore remains unclear what happened upon arrival, particularly since, unlike the Pacific islands, these landmasses were already populated. Perhaps, Kahn says, “they got up and left and went back.” When Captain James Cook explored the Pacific in the late 1760s and 1770s, thus ushering in a wave of Western imperialism, he recognized the Polynesians’ exemplary sailing skills. “It is extraordinary that the same nation should have spread themselves over all the isles in this vast ocean, from New Zealand to [Easter Island], which is almost a fourth part of the circumference of the globe,” he wrote. Eventually, however, as they colonized the islands and suppressed native languages and cultures, Western powers began to downplay Polynesian achievements, according to Marzan, who says they assumed “that the people of the Pacific were less than.” Some falsely claimed, for instance, that Polynesian sailors had merely drifted along with the winds and currents. (It didn’t help that, at the time of European contact, many Pacific Islanders no longer used large, oceangoing canoes. Some, like those on Easter Island, had already chopped down all the tall trees needed to produce them.) Worst of all, European diseases decimated the Polynesian population. “It was this massive, devastating loss,” Kirch says. “And when you have that, your society really falls apart.” Before long, most remaining Polynesians began sailing with Western techniques. More recently, though, the old traditions have been revived, starting around 1976, when the Polynesian Voyaging Society sailed, without instruments, from Hawaii to Tahiti. They have since embarked on numerous other expeditions, including a worldwide voyage from 2013 to 2017. “The Polynesian Voyaging Society has really inspired many cultures across the Pacific to reconnect with their traditional practices,” Marzan says. Once again, double-hulled canoes are plying the ocean.

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Paprika the Spice: A Flavorful Journey

Culinary experts here would know the importance of spices for every cuisine. Some add flavor, some are good for their aroma, some extend a vibrant color and some do all three of these. One such spice that is a pantry staple around the world now is Paprika. While some may argue that paprika is mostly known to be sprinkled over dishes, this global spice has culinary uses that extend well beyond the seasoning of fried chicken.

What is Paprika?

Paprika is a brilliant, scarlet-colored spice made from finely ground red peppers that were allowed to ripen on the vine. Paprika is best known as a mild-flavored spice. This Paprika though often sweet and mild, does have some varieties that are spicy and hot or flavored with smoke.

Paprika can be made from several different varieties of the chile pepper family Capsicum Annuum, though the different peppers all tend to be of the relatively long, tapered kind with thinner flesh. Fat, thick-fleshed sweet peppers, like a standard Bell pepper that you’ll find in your average grocery store, often don’t dry well enough to make a ground product and are prone to mold. They are valued for their bright red color as much as--or even more than--their flavor. The American Spice Trade Association, or ASTA, came up with a scale to measure paprika's color. The ASTA score goes from 50-180; 85 is a standard-grade color value. As the numbers go up, the color of the paprika is more saturated and vibrant.

Origins of Paprika

While paprika is closely linked with Hungary and Hungarian cuisine, paprika peppers did not arrive in that part of the world until the mid to late 16th century. The origin of all peppers can be traced to South America, where they grew wild and were distributed throughout South and Central America, mostly by birds. Capsicum Annuum species are indigenous to Central Mexico and have been in cultivation for centuries. Early Spanish explorers took red pepper seeds back to Europe, where the plant gradually lost its pungent taste and became "sweet " paprika.

When Christopher Columbus landed in the Bahamas in 1492, he was the first European to have an encounter with any sort of chile pepper plant. He brought the ancestor of all paprika back with him to Europe and specifically to his patrons, the Spanish monarchs Ferdinand and Isabella who sent them further along across Spain and Portugal. From there, chile peppers made their way across Europe. Some peppers stayed spicy, like those in Calabria, but other European cultures experimented with their breeding and created the sweet and flavorful varieties of peppers that give us paprika today.

Paprika is considered the national spice of Hungary, where it was introduced by the Turks in 1569. Hungarian paprika is available in eight different varieties ranging in color and pungency. In 1937, the Hungarian chemist Albert Szent-György won the Nobel Prize for research on the vitamin content of paprika. Pound for pound, paprika has a higher content of Vitamin C than citrus fruit.

Today, Hungary, Spain, South America, the Mediterranean, India, and California are all major producers of paprika.

Health Benefits of Paprika

This bold red spice has plenty of health benefits, thanks to the valuable nutrients and natural compounds contained in the peppers used to make the spice. Paprika is particularly rich in vitamin A, vitamin B6, and beta-carotene, which can help maintain healthy skin. Paprika also has high levels of potassium, which can help to increase blood flow and reduce blood pressure. Also rich in copper, iron, and vitamin E, paprika can help to increase new red blood cell formation.

Types of Paprika

There are three different types of paprika; this spice is either sweet, hot, or smoked. Understanding these three characteristics often helps determine where a particular kind of paprika is from. Here we’ll explore the difference between the varieties of paprika while highlighting a couple of recipes that put certain types to use.

Sweet Paprika

Sweet paprika or simply paprika is the most common variety available.

Most Capsicum annuum plants produce sweeter peppers, more so when grown in cooler climates. The heat of various chili peppers is concentrated in their seeds, and sweet paprika is typically ground only from the flesh of the pepper without including its seeds. The “sweetness” of sweet paprika is subtle, however, and should not be treated as something that adds perceptible sweetness to a dish. The naturally earthy tones of paprika are supported by a round richness of flavor in sweet paprika, rather than sharpness, smoke, or heat. Add paprika, cayenne pepper, onion powder, and garlic powder to season the flour with fried chicken and get a unique color to this scrumptious meal.

Use Bayara paprika which is delicious when added to cheeses, chicken, duck, and egg dishes, especially deviled eggs, hors d'ouvres, rice, salads, smoked foods, vegetables, and cottage cheese. It’s also terrific in salad dressings, where it not only adds color but also acts as an emulsifier.

Hungarian Paprika

Hungary’s national dish — chicken paprikash — is built around paprika, so the cultivation of peppers for use in Hungarian paprika is a serious business. Technically, there are about seven different varieties of paprika made in Hungary, with such labels as Noble Sweet and Pungent Exquisite Delicate, They range from különleges, sweet and mild, and a brilliant red, to erős, which is spicy and a dusky orange-brown color that can be as hot as the hottest jalapeno, so if you’re spice shopping in Hungary proper, you might want to find a Hungarian resident to guide you.

In a typical chicken paprikash preparation, paprika typically functions as a rub for the chicken skin, which then combines with a tomato, mushroom, and sour-cream-based sauce for a rich, earthy, and bright flavor.

Hungarian Paprika is often found in casseroles, white cheeses, chili, egg dishes, marinades, salads, and stews and it also goes well with most vegetables and rice dishes.

Smoked Paprika

Paprika naturally brings a little smoky character to the table with its distinctive, complex flavor. In smoked paprika, however, this is intentionally amplified by actually smoking the peppers during the drying process. Much like its spicier cousin, this sweet paprika is made by drying freshly-harvested, ripe, red peppers in low-lying, adobe smokehouses.

Smoked paprika is a great component to use in place of smoked meats in vegetarian versions of dishes such as baked beans or stewed greens. It can also tease out smoked barbecue flavor when an actual smoker isn’t available. It’s also wonderful in Spanish-style stews, on roasted chicken or fish, and in a classic Spanish romesco sauce, blended from tomatoes and bell peppers and thickened with bread and almonds. Try Bayara smoked sweet paprika to maximize your meals’ flavor.

Pro tip:

Gently heating (or blooming) the paprika in oil releases its flavors, a practice well-known in Hungary.

Unless a recipe specifies otherwise, you’ll maximize your flavor with paprika by adding it later in the cooking time. Prolonged exposure to high temperatures can degrade both the color and the flavor of paprika, creating a less attractive dish.

Common spices and herbs to pair with paprika are garlic, onion, saffron, ginger, allspice, turmeric, caraway, cumin, black pepper, oregano, marjoram, parsley, rosemary, and basil.

There is a wide range of flavor expressions just within paprika: sweet, earthy, smoky, slightly bitter, and fiery flavors. Bayara carries a fantastic range of paprika online that adds vitality to any dish.

#bayara #paprika #paprika powder #sweet paprika #Hungarian Paprika #smoked paprika

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ninasnakie · 2 years ago

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#FuckColumbus

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azhvne-blog · 2 months ago

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PRE COLUMBIAN AMERICAS

Many have speculated on what the Americas was like before Christopher Columbus and many others European voyagers sailed to this continent.

Many believe that there were only the “Native Americans” on this land before European Settlers. Well this is true to an extent.

The so called “natives”, who Columbus dubbed “Indian”, under the perception that he arrived in India, were actually the indigenous people of the Americas.

These beings were of dark complexion.

The original people of India were and are still very dark. This is where and why Columbus made this comparison of the natives phenotypic make up,

The modern day Native Americans we see today, are descendants of Siberia, by way of the Bering Strait.

This is who they want you to think, when they say “Native American.”

The descendants of the Siberians came together with European settlers to displace the original American and reclassify them as “negroes who came from Africa.”

They did this by creating writing systems to form treaties. They created schools to teach the narrative that all blacks came from Africa. This is widely accepted today.

Many believe that any where on every continent black people exists, they somehow all came from Africa.

This is to discredit our history, and perpetuate the erasure of our identity by putting us all in one box and label is African.

The Tamerikaans of Florida. Notice the “Indians” are melanated.

Old Map of Florida depicted below.

What we know as the southeast today, was known as the entirety of Florida.

We have always been here. We were not brought here on ships from Africa.

We were queens, kings, chiefs, and empresses on our land.

When your grandparents and great grandparents told you, you were Indian, they weren’t lying.

Every other group was brought here in huddled masses. Before it was them, it was US. We didn’t take this lying down either. We resisted as much as possible. We warred with them, we fought for our land, our heritage, our lineage.

So don’t let them tell you you’re “African American”. You are the original Amaru.

#indigenous #ancestry #america #american #indigenous ancestors #soulaan #soulaani #herstory

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Redemption For All - 25

(Warnings: A lot of angst. Like a lot. Mentions of death, character death (not Leah), mentions of blood and more angst)

Notes: I do NOT speak spanish but I think it is a very beautiful language and sadly all I can say in spanish is ‘I can’t speak spanish’, so I used google translate, sorry. Some words are in Italic, which is the translated words, and others are just straight up spanish.

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Monroe was hesitant as he approached Leah, finding her sitting near the river, tears staining her cheeks, her eyes red and puffy and a blank look was in her eyes as she sat on her knees by the water’s edge. “Doctor Riverra?” he asked, Leah looking over her shoulder at him and he halted when he saw her, saw the broken look in her eyes, the pain evident on her face “I heard what happened… I’m sorry… the loss of a child is-...” he cut himself off after he trailed off, stepping closer hesitantly and kneeling down by her side “I’m sure you did everything you could-”

“It wasn’t enough” Leah interrupted calmly, looking down at her hands in her lap, still covered in blood. The baby hadn’t even survived the night, her lungs failing barely a few hours after her birth. “If I’d been back home… in Chicago… I could’ve saved that baby…” she admitted quietly, shaking her head with fresh tears in her eyes “I know the statistics for premature babies in 1899 but if I’d been home… If I’d been home…” she kept mumbling, shaking her head “they didn’t even get to name her” Leah added quietly, looking out over the lake, brows furrowed as her lower lip began to tremble again, fresh tears rolling down her cheeks and Monroe sighed heavily with a frown. He carefully put a hand on her shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze as Leah cried quietly “if they’d been somewhere else, if they’d had medicine and a team of doctors and a hospital-... maybe-....” Leah shook her head “they have kids… kids and sick people and elderly and what the fuck does the Government do? Fucking nothing” she cussed, having suddenly switched from english to spanish “… they just let them rot in Reservations, far away from other people, hiding how horrible their lives are!” Leah snapped with anger, Monroe sighing lightly “there is a meeting with Colonel Favours soon, with Rains Fall. I will try to make him listen, make him understand” Monroe stated and Leah nodded, sighing heavily as she wiped her wet cheeks “it won’t help… they’ll be stuck on Reservations or forced to move further away… their land will keep getting stolen… as if they weren’t the first ones here to begin with… You know, the British or even the Italians weren’t even the first one to discover America” Leah stated with a scoff, shaking her head “that was the fucking Vikings… fucking Christopher Columbus… he should’ve drowned before he got back to fucking Italy” she cussed carelessly, shaking her head “no baby should die… no parent should have to bury their children” she added, Monroe eyeing her with shock “I’ve never heard such language from a lady-”

“Yeah, well you hadn’t heard of a female doctor either” she muttered, turning to look at Monroe “thank you, for all you try to do for these people… it’s just-... one person can’t make the Government open their eyes… but it’s noble of you to try” she muttered, standing up, sighing heavily “excuse me, I have a funeral to go to…” she muttered, turning around and walking back to the Reservation, wiping the tears from her cheeks as Monroe stood back up and watched her leave, his resolve to helping these people only strengthening.

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“Doctor? Doctor??” Rains Fall called out, walking around the small camp, head whipping around, eyes searching for the woman until she showed up, trying her hands on her pants as she approached “are you okay?”

“Where’s my son?”

“You son? He went out” Leah stated with a frown, taking a small step closer “why? What’s the matter?”

“I fear my son has let the fire of his youth drive him, his rage for what the Government has done to our people has taken over, I fear he may do something drastic, rather than being rational. Did he say where he went?”

“I think he mentioned something about Roanoke Ridge and the Kamassa River there, and some oil. He said he had to pick up some friends and when he walked away I heard him say something about oil… if he’s going where he said he was, then it’s near Beaver Hollow, where my family is camped, maybe they’ve seen him? He took a bunch of people with him, I thought maybe they left to hunt” Leah stated casually, taking in the state of utter despair on Rains Fall’s face and her heart started to race “they’re not going out hunting, are they…?”

“No, I fear not…”

“Take Pru” Leah ordered, taking Rains Fall’s hand and leading him to her horse, hurrying him up “she knows the way to where Arthur and the others are camped, see if they’ve seen them” she ordered and he nodded “thank you, Doctor-”

“It’s Leah… my name is Leah” she stated with a soft smile before watching him ride off, her heart racing as she let out a heavy sigh. Perhaps she should’ve seen this coming… If Eagle Flies truly had done something drastic, it was without a doubt something to do with the Government… She could understand his rage. They took their horses, withheld their medicine, tried to kill Monroe, ignored their pleas that Monroe and Rains Fall made on their behalf for Amaya to receive proper treatment instead of a single doctor with no tools or medicine, perhaps that baby could’ve even lived if they’d been at a proper hospital or if Leah had the right tools and medicines, or at least lived long enough to be named… that unnamed baby girl’s funeral might’ve been the straw that broke the camel’s back for Eagle Flies…

Not that she could blame him. If it wasn’t for the sick people here and the baby she was carrying, she might’ve joined him on whatever foolish revenge plan he had, if he’d asked.

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The sounds of hooves approaching in haste made Leah get up from where she was sitting at one of the fires, her brows furrowing when she saw a horse she recognized, Arthur on top, another horse behind and behind Arthur…

“Shit… Arthur? Arthur!” Leah called out, hurrying over to Arthur as he stopped his horse, Eagle Flies holding on behind him, almost falling off but Arthur got off his horse just in time to almost catch him, slowing his descent, holding him up as Leah looked him over “was he shot? Shit! Bring him here” she ordered, leading Arthur and Eagle Flies towards one of the tepees, Rains Fall appearing, his voice muffled to Leah as she laid Eagle Flies down on the ground, she leaned over Eagle Flies and put pressure on his wound to try and minimize the bleeding, Arthur, Charles, Eagle Flies’ friend and Rains Fall talking outside, Leah using all her strength to lean on him, to stop the bleeding but he took her hands, his hand steadier than hers, pulling her away from him, his blood immediately beginning to pool out of the wound even faster.

“It is an honor to give my life for your husband’s” he managed to get out, Leah frowning at him, carefully pulling her hand free from his “what? What-... don’t talk, it’s okay” she soothed, voice shaky as Rains Fall entered the tepee, walking over to his son’s side, tears streaming down his cheeks “it looks like the bullet is still in there, which means I have to get it out, okay? I know it hurts but I-”

“No. No, it doesn’t hurt” Eagle Flies admitted quietly and grabbed her hands again, Leah frowning at him with confusion “what? I-”

“It is an honor to lay my life down for you, Doctor Riverra. Arthur saved my life, and I saved his, now your husband can be with you. Thank you, for all you’ve done for my people-”

“Stop talking like you’re dying, you’re not dying!” Leah hissed, Eagle Flies merely smiling at her as he looked numb, Leah shaking her head “you’re not dying, okay? You’re not dying-” she cut herself off as Eagle Flies whispered something, something faint under his breath in a language she didn’t know, her brows furrowing, his hand holding hers tightly, until his grip weakened, his smile fading, eyes stopped focusing and his chest stopped raising and falling, leaving him breathless and unmoving. Everything sounded muffled as Rains Fall began to cry and all Leah could do was stare at Eagle Flies, his eyes open, his hands still holding both of hers. She slowly looked down at him and saw the blood on her hands. She felt her heart race as she just stared at the blood. It was everywhere. Her hands, his hands, his stomach, her clothes, the ground… everything was tainted and she felt nauseous, her brows furrowing as her stomach turned. “Doctor? Doctor Riverra?” Rains Fall asked and she blinked, looking at him, her heart still racing and she felt her breath shake, her chest tightening as Rains Fall put a hand on her shoulder. She flinched at the touch, her eyes locked onto Eagle Flies’ emotionless expression, her breath felt poisonous, as though she had no right to breathe while he didn’t, tears running down her cheeks, blurring her vision. “There was nothing you could do” Rains Fall stated in a shaky voice before looking at his son, closing his son’s eyes, beginning to sing in a mournful voice that had Leah stand up and stumble out of the tepee, breath uneven as she pushed past everyone and to the river, stumbling to the water’s edge, two people walking after her. She stared at the water with tears in her eyes, hearing the distant sounds of mournful voices singing a mournful song and she shut her eyes, a few tears rolling down her cheeks.

“‘M so sorry, sweetheart…” Arthur rasped and she turned to look at him, opening her eyes to study him before nodding, walking over to him and hugging him tightly, burying her face in his chest as he held her. “I’m sorry too…” she whispered, hugging him even tighter and Arthur sighed “they’re gonna have to move, darlin’... ‘n fast… before everything locks in on them” Arthur admitted and she nodded, parting from him, wiping her wet cheeks and sniffling as she tried to stop crying “you’re right… I’ll make sure they-... they’re good to go and then I’ll come back with you-”

“You’re stayin’, darlin’” Arthur stated softly and she looked up at him with a frown “what? No!”

“Darlin’, you’re pregnant-”

“Well observed, since you’re the one who obviously got me pregnant, but what does that have to do with anything??”

“I-... these folk’ll need ya-”

“Arthur!”

“He’s right, Leah” Charles spoke up and she looked at him, shaking her head “no, don’t take his side in this-”

“I will, since he’s right. These people need you, I’m staying too to help them pack and move” Charles admitted as he stepped closer, Arthur nodding to Charles before gently taking Leah by her waist, holding her in front of him, his eyes on her slightly swollen belly, four months along and it was still surreal to him. “You gotta take care ‘f yourself, take care of both ‘f ‘em” Arthur stated and Leah shook her head, looking up at him, his bloodshot eyes, his pale sweaty skin, the red tint around his lips from dried blood when he’d coughed. “Arthur-”

“It’s alright, sweetheart” he soothed, gently cupping her cheek in his hand, giving her a soft smile “it’s alright” he repeated softly, Leah looking between Charles and Arthur with a frown before sighing “meet me back here. Two months. Meet me back here in two months. By then they’re at the very least well on their way to safety and I’ll come right back here” she stated harshly, Arthur nodding with a smile “‘course, darlin’. Anythin’ you want.”

“What I want is to go with you, wherever you’ll go…”

“I know, darlin’, but I gotta do somethin’ first… Dutch still got that one last score-”

“The train robbery? He’s going through with it?”

“With or without me, sweetheart” Arthur added and she sighed, fresh tears forming in her eyes “bastard…” she muttered, shaking her head “he chose money…” she muttered, Arthur and Charles frowning at her and she sighed “I asked him to choose us, family… I begged him to choose family, choose us over money… seems like he’s made it quite clear where his priorities lie…” she muttered bitterly before sighing “you’re meeting me back here, Arthur Morgan… okay? You’re meeting me here… promise me” she ordered and Arthur smiled, lifting her hand with the ring, kissing her knuckles softly “I promise” he whispered and she nodded, trying to hold back her tears as she stepped back “well? Go on then, you’d probably be the only thing to keep them all from getting killed” she muttered, Arthur’s hands on his gun belt, a smirk on his lips as he lowered his head, his hat partly hiding his face “ain’t gonna kiss me goodbye?” he teased casually, hearing Leah let out a frustrated sigh “no, because it’s not goodbye. I’ll see you back here” she ordered, trying to keep her voice from wavering “now go, so you can come back to me… to us” she stated harshly, a hand over her stomach before she turned around and walked back up the hill, Arthur looking towards Charles “keep ‘er safe for me, will ya? Both of ‘em…”

“Of course. I’ll make sure they’re both safe, I’ll take her back here as soon as I can, I promise.”

“Thank you, brother” Arthur muttered before shaking his head and looking down “you get them folks to safety too… she’d have our heads if you don’t” Arthur half-joked and Charles nodded, placing his hand on Arthur’s shoulder, giving it a pat “of course. Stay safe, or she’ll bring you back from the dead to haunt you.”

“Wouldn’t that be something” Arthur huffed with amusement, coughing lightly before nodding “just make sure they don’t want for nothin’...”

“You can make sure of that when you meet again, I’ll just keep them safe until that” Charles stated and left, Arthur watching him leave with sad eyes, finally allowing himself a moment of sadness, now that no one could see it.

“Just keep ‘em safe…” he muttered, mostly to himself. He knew what this was, what it was leading to… he wouldn’t have her sit at his deathbed, it’s not how he wanted her to remember him, sick and weak on a bed, barely able to move, having her take care of him, helping him eat and dress and drink and walk… no, he’d rather have one last good ride and know that she was safe. Away from everything that was happening with this gang that had been his family. What mattered was that his family was safe, that Leah and their child was away from everything, away from the law, away from the Pinkertons, away from Dutch, away from Micah and his friends, away from danger and violence.

He had a few good rides left in him, he could still do right by people, he still had a few things to do. Now that Leah was out and safe, the next one was John, getting him and his family out, that’s all that mattered now.

#RDR2 #Red Dead Redemption 2 #Arthur Morgan #Arthur #Arthur Morgan x OC #Arthur x Leah #Leah Riverra #Redemption For All #RDR2 fanfic #Red Dead Redemption 2 fic

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Honeymoon Part 1- Barcelona 2024

While we got married in 2022, we decided to go on our honeymoon during a time that Henrik would be with his mum for a week- naturally this ended up being March Break! It took us several months to land on a location for our honeymoon. Mike loves the heat but while I enjoy a good beach day, I get too bored. We decided on Europe and had a short list of countries that we wanted to visit in March. We ended up choosing Spain since neither of us had been there before and the weather would be (hopefully) decent. Since we would only be gone for just over a week, we wanted to stick to one city and one more chill spot. We chose Barcelona and Seville. A good friend of ours is from Seville (pronounced Seh-vee-ahh we were told) so we were able to get lots of tips and ideas from him. My parents have been to Barca and loved it so we had lots of plans for out time there.

March 8, 2024

Since we both work Monday-Friday, we decided to take the Friday night redeye. We booked with British Airways which was a first for both of us. Park4U is one of my old faithful companies to use to get to the airport and for car parking. We did have to wait 10 mins for them to take us to the airport but it wasn’t too bad. Mike breezed through security while I took a bit longer thanks to the need for my pat down (thanks T1D and all of my devices). Eventually, we took our matching luggage tags and checked into the Plaza Premium Lounge to start our honeymoon off right. I was slightly disappointed with the Lounge this time as they had half of it blocked off for different flyers and it was quite dirty. It didn’t get in the way of my vodka soda drinking and snacking though. Unfortunately, Mike had a bunch of work to get done before we landed so he worked the majority of the time in the lounge and on the flight. Since I am only planning on going on one honeymoon, we decided to upgrade our seats and boy was it worth it! Our seats had more room, leg rests that you could adjust and comfy blankets, pillows, a nice amenity bag and noise cancelling headphones for the seats. They served champagne just after boarding along with a hot towel to freshen up. While the meal was less than desirable (I got stuck with spicy curry while mike had delicious beef), the service and comfort was excellent. I enjoyed the 7ish hour glight napping and watching a movie while mike worked away beside me.

March 9, 2024

We had a short hour and 15 minute layover in London before boarding our smaller plane to Barcelona. The flight was lovely and congratulated us on our honeymoon and gave us a card and champagne. We arrived in Barcelona mid-morning to miserable rainy weather. I did most of the planning (shocking I know) and chose a hotel that was centrally located in the gothic quarter. We hopped in a taxi to the hotel and dropped our bags off. Sadly, we couldn’t check in yet but we were able to freshen up before we headed out for the afternoon. For all of my packing (will post a short post about all that I packed as a T1D), I forgot a rain jacket! Clearly I didn’t do enough research as it ended up raining 2 or 3 days of our visit. The first thing we did once we left the hotel was find an umbrella. We wandered around the gothic quarter in the windy rain checking out the Christopher Columbus statue, waterfront and of course La Rambla. We had booked a cooking class for 3 pm thinking it would be a great jet lag activity and we would be done by 8 ish and could have an early bed time. Mike and I wandered up La Rambla up to Placa Reial which is the square where our cooking class was taking place. We stopped for a quick bite before the class since we hadn’t eaten since the flights. We ate at Les Quinze Nits which I gave 6.5 out of 10. We had our first Jambon on bread with classic tomatoes. We tried our first croquettes as well which were decent (truffle, cuttlefish and potato).

Since we had some time to kill, we continued to wander around Las Ramblas in a jetlagged, excited delirium. We made our way to Placa Reial meet our cooking instructor. We had found this event on AirBnb and we were so excited. It was a small group activity in a large bachelor apartment set up like a cooking studio. It was beautifully decorated, welcoming and had a small balcony overlooking Placa Reial. We met our chef Horea who was just lovely. There was one other couple that joined us and they were from Texas. They were there on their 20th wedding anniversary trip. They had four daughters and one of them had Type 1 Diabetes so we were able to connect on a different level which was neat.

Horea was a wealth of knowledge. He gave us a history lesson on Catalonia (a a northeastern region of Spain that include Barcelona) and discussed some traditional foods in the area (lots of tomatoes, artichokes, croquettes etc.). He had some appetizers ready for us which were fabulous including meat, cheese, sardine on cheese and the most delicious raw octopus of life (with a small amount of paprika added for flavor). We had our own station and own little aprons that were so cute. There was also plenty of water and wine which is key when cooking. He also had a fry dish, shrimp dish and famous croquettes ready for us as we were prepping our cooking.

Horea taught us a lot about the foods we were prepping, how to cut things in a certain way and tips and tricks (many of which I cannot remember since we had been up for almost 2 days). We made a beautiful seafood paella in our couplings along with a traditional potato pancake (Tortilla de Patatas) and pan con tomate (traditional tomato on bread) We also made cream Catalan for desert which is very similar to crème brulee except that a cream Catalan(a) is lighter since it is made with milk instead of heavy cream. He let us each use the blow torch which was very cool.

We sat down to eat as a group and it was so nice to enjoy the fruits of our labour. After dinner, Horea took us on a tour of the famous Boqueria. He gave us some great tips (like eat at the bars instead of the restaurants) and suggested a restaurant at the market that we ended up going to and it was one of the best meals of my life.

The market was SO cool. They had everything you can imagine and so fresh! The meat, cheese and seafood looked amazing. Horea left us around 8 pm to get back to the apartment for his second group of the night! It was an amazing experience and I highly suggest it if in the area. Not only did he teach us about cooking and Catalonia, he gave us lots of insider tips for the area. We left our new friends and headed back to our hotel (Hotel Catalonia Port) for a good nights sleep.

March 10, 2024

We had a great night sleep and were up fairly early so that we could make our reservation at Guell Park. Word to the wise… book tickets for everything! We prebooked our hop on/hop off tickets, Guell Park and the Familia Sagrada so that we wouldn’t miss our and be disappointed.

It was a Sunday and we realized quickly that it was some sort of holiday and that there was a big marathon happening in our area. This made ubers and taxis a nightmare. We had several issues trying to get transportation- we waited for an uber than never came and tried to get several taxis who did not want to take us where we had to go (which was maybe 6 km away). We ended up taking the metro which was a feat in itself because we didn’t have wifi. Thank goodness for offline google maps! The metro to the Park Guell Station was quite quick and we arrived a bit before our reservation time. The streets of Spain are a bit hard to navigate so we asked for some directions and ended up finding the large set of stairs that led up to Park Guell (beside the escalators that they are building). Even though we showed up 30 mins late, we still were able to enter.

Park Guell is a privatized park designed by designer Antoni Gaudi . It was built from 1900 -1914. It opened as a park in 1926 and was recognized by UNESCO in 1984 as a World Heritage site under the “Works of Antoni Gaudi”. It is filled with over 17 hectares of gardens and various architectural elements. There are beautiful areas filled with mosaic tiles and lots of different architecture.

The park itself is very cool. The rules are a bit weird (some places are one way only and once you go down you can’t go up the way you came and have to walk all the way around. It wasn’t super busy which was great. We wandered around and enjoyed our bakery breakfast.

We spent about 90 mins enjoying the park before we headed down the hill towards La Familia Sagrada. It took us about 40 mins or so to walk there. It was SUPER busy. We had already downloaded the app that you need to listen to the information about the church so once we went through security (and another pat down) we were in learning about this beautiful church. The app was great and allowed us to listen at our own pace to the history of the church.

The Familia Sagrada is the largest unfinished Catholic church in the world. It was designed by Gaudi as well and was also added to the UNESCO World Heritage sites in 2005. The original construction started in 1882 by a different architect (Villar). Gaudi then took over transforming the project using his gothic in and “art nouveau” interests. This was the final big project that Gaudi worked on. It was only ¼ completed by the time Gaudi died in 1926. There is even a crypt in the bottom level that holds Gaudi’s tomb. The history of the church is much more complex and I urge anyone interested in it to look into it (and visit it of course!)

The church was truly one of the most beautiful buildings I have ever seen. Even Mike was impressed! We had bought tickets to go up the Passion Tower. While there are four towers, only two (Passion and Nativity) are available for tourists. The towers are almost 110m tall with the middle tower (Glory Façade) being even taller. The Passion Façade was built 25 years after Gaudi’s death with it’s base slightly elliptical in contrast to the perfect circles of the Nativity tower. The views at 90m (which is as high as you can go) were just amazing. The various fruit and sculptures are so full of detail, its truly amazing. When you looked out you could see the towers I the Cathedral in the Gothic Quarter, Olympic Village Towers and Montjuic Hill.

Once we had spent enough time in the church (and I took enough photos) we activated our Hop on Hop Off tickets and did the green loop over to Tibidabo street. This is a high-end street ending in a hill and the mountain where the funicular takes you up to a beautiful look, amusement park and church.

We grabbed coffee and a snack before venturing up Tibidabdo street. The street was beautiful. The homes were older but so beautifully maintained and you could tell they were very high end. The funicular up to the top of Tibidabo Mountain was 12 euros and was pretty fun.

We enjoyed about 30 mins at the top checking out the replica of the Avio (which was the first aircraft to fly from Barcelona to Madrid in 1927 powered) and the rest of the amusement park. The view of the city was just amazing. After the funicular down, we hopped back on the hop on/hop off bus that was continuing on the green (east) circuit. Of course, it started raining again and I hadn’t packed our umbrella. It was quite cool on the top of the bus with the rain hitting us but we couldn’t do much about it since it was Sunday and many of the stores were closed (to buy a rain jacket for example).

The hop on/hop off tour bus was great as it served as not only transportation but also history about the city and the stops. While our earbuds intermittently malfunctioned, it was a great option. We took the bus as close to our hotel as possible which was near the ports and the World Trade Centre. There was a neat mall called Maremagnum near where many F1 teams store cars/items. We walked around the shopping centre and picked up a Sim card so that I could use my phone in case we got into another direction pickle.

Once we headed back to our hotel, we freshened up before hopping in an uber to Alba Granados. It was not very busy and we had a beautiful dinner of escargot, steak, cake and a special shot compliments of our server. On our way home, we walked down La Rambla where we walked by Casa Batllo at night, which was just amazing. It was great to get even more steps in before tucking ourselves in for a good night’s sleep

March 11, 2024

After grabbing a pastry down the street from the hotel, we waited for the Hop On/Hope Off bus at the beach front stop (Barceloneta on the green route). It was a beautiful sunny day and we were excited to enjoy the weather and lots of sites. Our first stop was the Torre Glories. The Torre Glories was designed by French architect Jean Nouvel who was inspired by the Montserrat Mountains and the great waterfalls and blue colour of the sea. At a height of 125 meters, you get a beautiful panoramic view of the city. We booked our tickets online for 15 euros and were the only ones in the main part of the museum at one point. It was super neat as it talked about the city, agriculture (get more info etc.) After watching a video about Barcelona, we made our way up to the top of the building. There was one other gentleman there. It was pretty neat seeing the city from another vantage point. Sadly, there was outdoor observation deck but we enjoyed our time. Right near the Torre Glories is the Mercant des Encants. I thought it was more of a food market but it turned out to be a large flea market. There was a cute restaurant in the market that was very Spanish. We each had a different tortilla de patatas (with mushrooms) and coffee while enjoying the feeling of being faux locals. The market was interesting to say the least but definitely a fun way to spend the morning.

We hopped back on the hop on hop off bus and made our way to Playca Catalunya where both routes intercepted. The orange (West) route went up and around the mountain which is pretty neat. We saw the Olympic park and where the FC Barca plays currently while Camp Nou is being renovated. We got off at Poble Espanyol (thanks IG for the suggestion). It was a neat, artsy vibe with a few restaurants, art stores, clothing stores etc. Unfortunately, it was afternoon siesta time so many of the restaurants were closed. After Poble Espanyol, we took the hop on/hop off bus back down the hill and got off where the fountains of Montjuic usually go off. Unfortunately, the city was in water conservation mode so the fountains wouldn’t be going off sadly.

Right near Placa de Espana, there was an awesome shopping center called Las Arenas which used to be an old bullring that they turned into a modern shopping centre. We checked out some of the stores and enjoyed croquettes, sangria and tacos on the top floor of the building. It was super windy but a really neat vibe. The restaurant we went to was called 11 Nudos and I highly recommend it.

The hop on/hop off bus took us along the orange route where we learned more about Camp Nou and how it was built in 1957. Barca (the team and the vibe) is more than just a soccer club, it is almost a way of life. Camp Nou seats 100,000 people and is the 3rd biggest stadium in the world and the second biggest one in Europe. We had planned to go to a game but when we looked at tickets, they were grossly expensive as they were playing at the Olympic stadium which is much smaller (thus jacking up the prices of tickets). I like soccer, (or football depending on where you are from) but not enough to spend 300 euro on tickets. We ended up getting off the orange route near Casa Milla where our evening activity was taking place. Since we had some time to kill (and it was cold) we had jamon, queso, bread and tomatoes along with sangria at Dora. We decided that Mike really needed a warmer jacket so we went shopping which was fun. He ended up getting a brilliant wool coat that while pricey, is something he can wear often in the winter.

Our tickets for Casa Milla were for the late night show which included the tour, show and champagne. With these tickets, you couldn’t see the whole apartment but that was ok with us. Casa Milla or La Padrera is the last civic project of Gaudi. Padrera means stone quarry and the people in the area called it that because they didn’t like it (or so the tour guide said). The buildings had multiple levels of apartments before and currently. There are even people who still live in them. This building had an underground garage and elevators which was not common at the time. Since Gaudi’s designs were based in nature due to his believe that nature is the beginning of everything, much of La Padrera was wavy and very natural with the style and materials. We took the stairs all the way to the attic and learned more about the columns, arches and structure of the building.

After learning about the history, we went outside and watched the impressive light show. It was so neat to be in the middle of the gothic area at night (up above other buildings) watching the lights and effects on this cool building. The building itself is somewhat of a square and the middle of the building is hollow which is pretty neat. That is where the tour starts and ends (with a glass of champy!). We (well I,) took lots of photos before we made our 3 ish k walk back to our hotel.

March 12, 2024

We had booked a half day trip out to Monserrat and a winery that I was VERY excited about. I had seen photos of Monserrat on Instagram and it looked just amazing. Since it’s only a 45 minute from Barcelona, we thought it would be a great half day trip. We met at the central station for the trip and boarded a coach bus. Our tour guide was wonderful! She and the other guide took turns giving lots of facts and information about the creation of Spain and the various wars/battles that have occurred. Monserrat is part of the Pyrenees mountain rage and is named Monserrat due to its serrated look. Forever ago, it was under the sea and then 20 million years ago, the tectonic plates hit and the sedimentary rocks took its unusual shape. Montserrat is considered the heart of Calaunya and true Catalonians are supposed to walk from your hometown to Monserrat as a pilgrimage. Many people also visit Monserrat to see the Black Madonna which they have tried to move multiple times but it was too heavy so they build the temple/basilica around it. The Basilic was built in 1025 making it almost 1000 years old. Beside the basilica is a special boarding school with a boy’s choir from the 12th Century. There are approx. 50 kinds and 30 teachers and the kids are 6- approx. 14. They recently allowed girls to go to the school but they cannot sing in the choir yet. It is a very hard school to get into.

The Basilica at Montserrat is known for its Gothic architectural significance, its masses/choral concerts but mostly for its status of the Black Madonna. Our guide explained that there are two different dates on the front façade of the church and that is because of fires that ruined the original. At the top of the facade are all of the disciples looking down.

Once we went inside the church, we were allowed to be free to enjoy the area for an hour or so. We took lots of photos and then did the walk to San Michel’s Cross. The Cross overlooks the whole area and the view is just beautiful It took us almost 45 mins round trip but we still had time to check out the little vendors on the side of the road and try a traditional food called Mato (or mel I mato) which was fresh ricotta with honey on top. On our way down the mountain, our guides mentioned that all roads lead to Monserrat and that there are 300 hiking roots in the area.

Our lunch and winery tour was at Oller del Mas. The original winery building was from the 920 and there had been 36 generations of family members caring for this winery. It is one of the smallest regions in Catalunya to make wine out of the 12 in the area. The sommelier explained that it is a very dry region due to the mountains and monastery.

We enjoyed some delicious snacks (tomato bread, meat and cheeses and a desert) while enjoying various types of their wine. Then we were able to walk around the winery for a bit where mike and I tried a very expensive sip of wine (38$ for 1 ounce or something). We were chatting with a couple from the UK who were there on a weekend trip- how cool is it to just fly to another country in Europe for the weekend!

The bus ride back into the city was uneventful and we got off mid downtown near Placa Catalunya. We still had many sights to knock off our list including the Spanish Arc de triompfe and the Parc de la Ciutadella. We made our way back to the Boqueria to buy some spices (paprika especially) and enjoy a sangria and seafood at one of the bars. We had a late dinner planned so we went back to the hotel to pack and take a nap.

We took Horea as well as the American couples opinions and we made a reservation at Direkte which is a very small restaurant in the Bouqeriia. Inside, it seats 7 people. They do have additional seating outside but it is not the same vibe. The chefs work in the smallest area I have ever seen! They have a prix fixed menu and they make things that are locally sourced and fresh. The food was honestly, so delicious.

The experience of watching them prep the food in almost a dance was also amazing. We had:

-Espadilla soup which was a Catalonianian flavourful soup with pumpkin seeds

-Seafood flan with uni and radish (one of my faves)

-Scallop marinated in miso with local pickled mushrooms pumpkin and pine nuts

-House mackerel from Galicia that is preserved with wine and vinegar with oranges and creamed pine nuts

-Surf and turf ; Surf clam and pig ear terrine Escabeche of carrots

-Veggie surf and turf- Oyster leaf ; Peas from the region on the grill ; Wasabi and seaweed

-Spider grab wonton with iberico jam jowl In a sauce

-Grilled monkfish, Homemade fish sauce, Fish stock foam artichoke

-Eel in a dashi broth with mushrooms and Jerusalem artichoke

-Oyster with mushrooms? That looked like tripe? Or was maybe it was tripe- regardless, it was delish with boiled peanuts and foam

Desserts:

-Clementines and spicy sunflower seeds Mato (ricotta) sabayone Italian eggnog with limoncello

-Cracker with a caramel

-Smoked cheesecake with matcha (overpowering)

-Cacoa 3 ways using the whole thing Pulp for the cacoa gel, chocolate for the pancake filling, Then the skin for the biscuit (not my fave).

It was probably one of the top meals I have ever had. The only one I can recall that comes close was a sushi restaurant in Vegas where the chef made the sushi fresh to order in front of you so very similar to this vibe.

After our amazing dinner, we walked home and packed up for our final sleep in Barcelona.

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