Old Men Playing In The Park

‘Generalisimo’ Franco dictated which names these petanca players could be given at birth – the name of almost any run-of-the-mill saint would do.
Plaça de Gaudi, Barcelona — Franco’s Spain dictated how its families were structured, what religious practices were tolerated, what questions could be asked and what media was safe to consume.

The language these men spoke at home as children, Catalan, was forbidden in public.

The Spain of their youth was a mid-century backwater passed over by the Marshall Plan. But that didn’t stop the U.S. from conspiring to keep its fascist dictator in power. The men on the “petanca” court today could tell you exactly what they were doing when they heard Francisco Franco had died. What they felt about the changes that followed might be more complicated.

They were already middle-aged when the XXV Olympics Games transformed Barcelona’s desolate shoreline into the beach that made it the glittering playground it is today.

Success hasn’t come without a price. The conversion of apartments into short-term, airbnb-style rentals is pushing working-class families out their neighborhoods.

‘Petanca’ is still played in the plaza next to the Sagrada Familia. Bragging rights, and who buys the next round of drinks, are measured in millimeters. (If today is any indication, women in the barrio have found better ways to pass an afternoon.)

One liberty these old men have allowed themselves is to pick up their stainless steel petanca balls by dangling a magnet on a string. Their knees and hips, like their country itself, have changed since they were young men.

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Barcelona Street Sweepers

They’re not minor offenders working off their time by doing community service.

They’re professional ‘barrenderos’ who enjoy coveted, full-time municipal jobs with Cuidem Barcelona.

Somehow it’s startling to see a crew of smartly uniformed people, brooms in hand, working their way down a street. The movements of this particular squad seems as effortless and choreographed as a dance troupe.

It’s work, of course, but it’s out in the fresh air in a Mediterranean climate with relatively little rain. It doesn’t seem excessively strenuous and the sweepers come equipped with earbuds and playlists.

Most of Barcelona’s streets run one way. There are lanes for bikes and scooters used year round. Ignoring crosswalk lights can prove dangerous to unsuspecting visitors.

Each intersection is cut on a 45º bias for visibility and light. It turns each corner into a small plaza.

The city is in the process of ‘pacifying’ its streets — closing them off to the motorized vehicles. It’s an idea other congested cities are turning to as well.

Traffic can back up on these narrow urban streets. Traffic lights and road signs aren’t as easy to see as they might be; and parking can be a nightmare. Fortunately an unlimited, month-long Metro pass costs only 20€ ($21.90).

Even during rush-hour it’s rare to hear drivers leaning on their horns. Just as surprising are the sirens on Barcelona’s emergency vehicles.

They sound like they’re carrying someone off to a birthday party.

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Vegetable Woman

She’s out on the sidewalk every morning building pyramids of the day’s fruits and vegetables.

She opens earlier, closes later, and operates on Sundays when the supermarkets are closed. Whatever it takes to survive.

Her shop straddles the typical Barcelona intersection with angled corners which make it feel like a small plaza.

The facing of her store is no more 20 feet across. Its inside is lit by institutional ceiling units and there is zero attempt at appetite appeal. She writes the prices by hand.

The fruits and vegetables aren’t photo-shoot perfect like we expect in the U.S. They’re picked to be eaten within a shorter time and you soon realize they’re much more delicious for it. Read more…

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The Value of Beauty

Does beauty contribute to a person’s success?

BARCELONA — The students who descended on room 214 had paid their dues. Their Spanish classes were now focused as much on conversation as grammar and syntax.

The professors came armed with questions to engage visitors from various continents, each with histories all their own. Some expressed ideas they wouldn’t have shared at home.

The Italians, French and Portuguese had a Latin-root advantage over the others. Among the most articulate was a Frenchwoman named Mathilde Courty who was younger than the median age around the table.

The group assumed the question relating beauty to success to be directed at women. The men, intelligent men, held back.

It was agreed that voice, facial expressions and eye contact create their own kind of beauty, that vanity can turn a beautiful person ugly and that humor makes a plain person irresistible.

It was Matilda who posed a follow-up question.

Why do woman invest so much time making themselves attractive? Why the mascaras, powders, glosses, buffing and botox? And why are men exempt from the beauty arms race. Dandies once wore powdered wigs and cod pieces. Peacocks parade for hens.

Matilda is a wandering soul who has studied and traveled in Italy, Peru, England, Spain and Vietnam; she has lived in Bénin. Her Spanish studies are prep to serve people with disabilities in South America.

The good looks we inherit courtesy of our parents, the beauty we earn by making ourselves helpful and the beauty we enjoy simply by being young all were in display that final period of the day.

The rain had stopped and the conversation wandered outside to the tables on the sidewalk where it switched to English without anyone noticing.

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Erika and other Spanish students

Certain greetings are unfamiliar and some references sail over your head. Body language can be difficult to read and eye contact varies among students from Asia, Europe and the two Americas.

And you’ll discover another difference, one that’s less about country-of-origin and more about the territory that separates one generation from another. Attending an international language program is a visa that lets you slip across the border and explore the world of the young.

Based on our placement scores Erika Sciddurlo and I ended up in the same Spanish discussion groups for 25 hours a week over five weeks.

The kid’s a workhorse. She never seems to fade — you should see her notes. Erika comes to meetings as prepared as any suit I’ve worked with the corporate world. She happens to hail from the fashion center of Milan, and it shows.

She first surprised her parents by being born when her mother was forty eight years old, and then again by being the first in her family to attend college in pursuit of a career.

Our group discussions showed a wariness of multinationals, concentration of power, weapon sales and religious extremes. Young people are relaxed about race and gender and styles of families. Erika imagines living with a partner, having a child and then getting married — in that order.

The worldwide crash of 2008 left these new professionals guarded about the future. They’re studying Spanish knowing that multilingual skills will be essential in a global economy.

Their generation is about to inherit a to-do list with serious challenges (some my generation has punted on). Judging from my friends in Room 214 on Carrer de Mallorca in Barcelona, they’re more than up to the job.

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