As
I mentioned in my last post on these pages, Tuesdays the folks here at the
Centro des Estudiantes Vacceas in Padilla de Duero, where I am one of six volunteers helping out at an
archaeological dig, take us worker bees out for excursions. It is part of what makes this such a
well-rounded program for anyone interested in history, archaeology and
culture. Basically, they work us
half to death in the sere heat of the Spanish Meseta Central for five days at a
time,
give us a day off on Mondays, then take us out to play the next day. Frankly, Fearless Readers, I cannot
think of a better way to spend a month in the summer.
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The Atlantic Coast of Northern Spain. Foggy but beautiful nonetheless. |
La Primera Excursión: Romans and
Royal Beaches
The
first week we went north towards the coastal town of Santillana del Mar in the
province of Cantabria in search of cool waters in which to bathe. On the way, we stopped for a real
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The villa at La Olmeda is now safely ensconced inside a
striking new building of which they are justly proud. Tours
are well-organized, informative, and available in English and
some other languages. |
treat
for us archaeological groupies and wannabes: the extraordinarily well-preserved
Roman villa at La Olmeda in the Province of Palencia. This was once the 4th-5th century (CE)
demesne of some Roman big shot in northern Spain who presided over what several
of us decided was nothing less than a proto-feudalistic estate. This part of Spain was known as the
‘breadbasket’ of the Roman Empire because of its fertile farmlands devoted to cereals,
and therefore it attracted Romans to colonize the area, build huge latifundia, and make a mint exporting grain
to the ever-voracious and restive Roman citizenry (‘bread and circuses’,
remember). As the empire was beginning
to crumble from both internal rot and external threats, the remnants of Roman
authority began to improvise some form of order out of the threatening
chaos. What we saw, I feel, was
the germination of a new form of social-political organization: an economic
unit comprised of a large estate run by a landowner ensconced in an impressive,
elegant and luxurious house, who rented out land to tenant farmers to grow
crops for local and export markets, and provided a small local security force
to keep the peace. The system
seemed to work pretty well for a time, but frankly, it was downhill from there
on out all over Europe.
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Just one of the striking mosaic floors gracing the Roman villa of La Olmeda.
This one features mythological and hunting scenes. |
(This
is a good counter example for those who take for granted the idea that progress
is linear and goes only one way – forward. This villa had indoor plumbing, central heating, and used
concrete extensively in its construction.
When European civilization collapsed – for that is exactly what happened
after the fall of the Roman Empire – these innovations were lost for a
millennia and a half. The Romans
even developed a form of concrete that hardened under water in order to
construct seaports; this 2,000 year old technology has yet to be matched. Ordinary folk had to create myths to
explain the presence among them of these edifices which, even in ruins, they
couldn’t fathom building themselves.
But I digress…).
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Dining room with underfloor,
hypocaust heating. |
Historical
speculation aside (and, to be honest, that period of time is a bit hazy to me),
what we saw way cool. This was a
site some unusually wise farmer discovered one day while doing some work on his
land sometime in 1968. I say he
was wise because, against his own economic interests, he decided it would be
neat to see if the pretty mosaic tile floor he had stumbled across amounted to
anything and called some archaeologists in to take a gander. Sure enough, after some digging, and
some more digging, over the years they
uncovered mosaic floor after mosaic
floor delineating the entrance, hallways, a huge formal reception hall, several
dining rooms (one with under-floor heating called hypocausts – something we are only now getting around to
emulating), and many whose function was up for speculation. All of this surrounded an inner
courtyard with a fountain supplied by water piped in underground. In the back of the house was a large
bath area with changing rooms, sauna, steam rooms, a ‘tepidarium’ with merely warm water pools next to the big hot
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Part of the facade of
the 12th C Colegiata de
Santillana del Mar.
Medieval Spanish
churches are built like
fortresses. |
water
bath. It was all supplied with
water piped in under the tile floors and heated by a nearby wood-burning
furnace. Very sumptuous
indeed.
After
Las Olmedas, it was on through the Cantabrian mountains to the northern coast
and a former royal spa town called Santillana. Although it was very foggy, the coast was beautiful and the
fine sand beaches were broad. Some
of us braved the cold Atlantic waters, including your Intrepid Traveler, and
eventually the sun came out and we basked a bit and had lunch. Afterwards there was some walking
around the old historic district and thence to our last stop, La Altimeria
caverns. with vibrant Paleolithic art on the walls and ceilings, this is
Spain’s equivalent to the Lascaux caves in France. Although the original cave is closed to the public now to
conserve it, the replica they have built looks and feels real enough and it was
well worth a trip.
Thus
our first excursion. It was such a
full day that we got back to the Center past 1:00 am; as a result, we were
granted an 8:00 wake up for work the next day, rather than the usual 6:00. Yay.
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The Atlantic surf of the Cantabrian Coast at Santillana del Mar. Though
it was cool-ish and foggy, some of us did venture into the water,
including Your Intrepid Traveler |
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Aqueduct in Segovia. Yes, the stupid arm gesture again... |
La Segunda Excursión: More Romans
and More Royals
Our
second Tuesday excursion wasn’t quite as far-ranging geographically or
temporally (no Paleolithic art this time round), but no less interesting and
instructive. We headed south
towards the big central mountain range called the Sierra de Guadarrama. There, perched in the foothills north
of the mountains, a good 1,200 feet higher in elevation than Madrid to the
south, lies the city of Segovia.
Thanks to its higher elevation and cool northern breezes, Segovia was a
favorite place for the royalty and other notables of Madrid to summer. They were not the first to realize
this, however. The Celtic Vacceans
had a settlement here, and then the Romans made it a regional power center from
which to control northern Spain.
It was so important for the Romans that they built a tremendous
acqueduct to supply water to the
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Segovia boasts two of my favorite things about
Europe. Café Culture, and Really, Really
Old Architecture. |
military camp they established there. Construction of the aqueduct was begun
under the Emperor Domitian (81-96 CE) and runs 11 miles to bring fresh,
mountain spring water to the city.
(Another
example of reverse-time. The
aqueduct is a marvel of engineering and is still studied today for its
innovations. Allowed to
deteriorate during the middle ages – after all, who needs water piped into your house? – and partly
destroyed by the Moors at any rate, it underwent restoration under Isabella and Ferdinand
and then again in the 19th century. With the Romans forgotten, medieval locals
had to invent a myth about a young water-girl and Satan to explain the presence
of this impressive piece of infrastructure. But, again, I digress…).
The
city is built on a high prominence that is boat shaped – the broad stern is
where the aqueduct enters the town, while the imposing Alcazar (citadel)
dominates the prow of the ship and thereby the surrounding territory. It has been fought over for millennia –
the city was taken by the Moors and largely abandoned by its citizenry when the
Umayyads invaded the Iberian Peninsula starting in 711 CE, then it was retaken
in 1079 by King Alfonso VI of Castile-León during the reconquista. Once
repopulated it became something of a boom town in the late middle-ages as it
controlled major trade routes involving wool and textiles; it also boasted a
sizable Jewish population. The
Jews, however, were kicked out in 1492 by Queen Isabella, whose coronation as
Queen of Castille-León took place here in 1475. At any rate, by 1600 it had a population of 27,000, quite
sizable for its day, before it underwent a drastic decline in the 17th
century (today about twice as many people live in Segovia as did in 1600).
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Two examples of the squat little towers of Segovian aristocratic palaces
in the Plaza del Juan Bravo. (Perhaps more on him...later.) |
Speaking
of Queen Isabella of Castille-León and her husband Ferdinand of Navarra (okay,
so I’m only now speaking of him), they had something to do with the look of the
city of Segovia. It seems that
during the middle ages the local gentry were prone to feuds that reached the
level of mini-civil wars. As a
result, the nobles of the town built fortress-like palaces complete with towers
to keep an eye on rival families (this also happened in other European medieval
towns, perhaps most famously in Florence). When Isabella and
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Like all medieval towns, Segovia favors pedestrians over automobiles |
Ferdinand married and united their two kingdoms,
thereby creating the nascent modern state of Spain, feuding nobles were the
last thing they needed. Their goal
was to complete the reconquest of the rest of the peninsula from the Moors which had begun shortly after the 8th century invasion from North Africa (a goal which the dual monarchs achieved in 1492 – that date again) and create a unified, Catholic
Spain. Nobles quarreling amongst
themselves was definitely not part of the game plan, so Isabella
ordered the aristocrats of Segovia to lop off their towers. So, as you walk the streets of the old
town, you are constantly reminded of this powerful woman by the sight of these
funny-looking, truncated towers sort of sticking up from the corners of massive
palaces.
The
old, historic quarter of Segovia, like any other medieval town, is purely a
walking city. Pedestrians
definitely take precedence over the few cars who struggle up its inclines and
down its narrow, meandering streets.
If you ever make it there, plan on at least an entire day to see the
main sites. We spent some time at
the aqueducts, then walked up the hill to the old town and wandered from the
stern of the city to the prow, stopping along the way to take pictures and to
visit two main sites: the massive, late flamboyant gothic pile of a Cathedral,
and the Alcazar. Both are worth a
visit and neither costs an arm and a leg.
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Late, flamboyant gothic. |
The
Cathedral was built starting in 1525 to replace an earlier church which had
burned. The outside is a riot of
gothic psychedelia; it is an example of a late version of gothic called,
appropriately, flamboyant. Looking
at its forest of ornate spires and its projecting gargoyles, I think I see
where the 19th-20th century Spanish architect Gaudí might
have got some of his inspiration.
The only nod the exterior gives to the contemporaneous Renaissance style
was the addition of a dome instead of skyward-projecting main spires. However, once you enter, there is an
immediate contrast. The interior
is serene simplicity, with graceful, unadorned
arches supporting the ceilings
far above.
In the side chapels,
however, which were paid for by the local hoi-polloi as private chapels and
mausoleums, there is ample evidence of the questionable taste of the rich; they
are dominated by baroque and rococo art and sculpture with heavy emphasis on
gold gilt decoration and such.
Unfortunately, photography is not allowed inside, and being a timid
Midwesterner, I tend to follow the rules.
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Window in the Alcazar |
Next
it was on to the bow of the ship and the Alcazar. Again, worth a visit if you are into massive, hulking
castles – which I am, of course.
The tour of the inside takes you through about a dozen or so impressive
rooms with ornate ceilings and plenty of evidence of its partly Moorish history
– try as they might, the Spanish could not quite erase the Mujedar style of the
original Muslim citadel. There are
the usual paintings, royal apartments, a couple of rooms with medieval and
Renaissance weaponry, and a permanent exhibit on the history of the Spanish
artillery corps. The view of the
surrounding countryside from the battlements on the prow of the castle is quite
impressive as well.
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Have fun stormin' the castle! (Sorry, couldn't resist) |
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Remnants of Moorish fresco in one of the staterooms of the Alcazar de Segovia. |
After
dinner in Segovia, we headed for our last stop of the day, the La Granja palace
in nearby San Ildefenso.
Up in the
foothills just south of the city, this was the site of a favorite hunting lodge
of Spanish royalty.
It was
surrounded by forests teeming with game; vistas of mountain peaks all
around tempt the eye.
Then, in the 18
th
century, King Philip V, who was a grandson of the French King Louis XIV (known as the Sun King and also famous as the builder of Versailles), got homesick and decided to build a down-home place to hang out at.
What you got was a sprawling ‘mini-‘ Versailles, complete
with extensive formal gardens out back with dozens of fountains sporting
fanciful mythological gold gilt statuary etc etc.
The tour of the palace is okay – they have the most amazing
tapestry collection ever – but once you’ve seen one over-the-top humongous
rambling palace filled with 18
th century antiques, scores of ceiling
paintings from Greek and Roman mythology and high windows and French doors
overlooking the grounds, you’ve seen them all.
Okay, so it’s worth a stroll through the royal apartments,
but the real draw of the place is the gardens.
Plan on spending a good couple of hours wandering the formal
paths, gawping at the ornate fountains, and marveling at the folly of man.
Frankly, what the fuck? I mean, both of these powerful men
(Louis XIV and Philip V), inherited these wonderful, peaceful, rustic hunting
lodges surrounded woods and
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Frankly, what the fuck? |
nature and they loved visiting these quiet retreats
so much that they decided that the thing to do was to rip out enough trees to
build a ginormous, deluxe palace with hundreds of rooms filled with ornate
furniture and ceiling art of questionable taste, and then to put the rest of the
forest to the axe to in order to make way for a vast, manicured, formal,
regimented garden complete with plumbing, and then to invite half the aristocracy
of Europe over for parties that lasted for months.
Tomorrow’s
excursion is purely local. We are
headed for the nearby provincial capital of Valladolid, location the university
for which we archaeological volunteers have been nominally toiling, and a city
with sights of its own. About
which, of course, more later….
For
most farmers, construction companies, developers, etc, the last people they
would call in such a situation would be meddling archaeologists who might
declare the site of historic importance to world culture blah blah blah and
halt all work indefinitely. The
owner of the land on which La Olmeda was discovered, Javier Cortes Álvarez, once again demonstrated
his altruism in 1984 by donating the estate to the provincial government of
Palencia.