Wednesday, March 6, 2019

Rainy Day

A rare rainy day here today:


Though it cleared up nicely around noon, it stayed pretty breezy all day.

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I've posted about the little parking lot/cul de sac across the street before. During the week, the proprietors of the various businesses on the first floor of the building park their cars in the lot. They really pack 'em in. As a result, whenever one of them needs to go out, it becomes this massive reshuffling of cars. It boggles the mind how non-productive this is. I don't know where they're all coming from to get to work, but if it were me, I'd be on public transportation.


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Speaking of not knowing where it comes from, there were watermelons in the supermarket today for the first time in months. They were a bit expensive, but I'm really curious to know where they are grown. I guess Africa somewhere:


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Spanish class was difficult today. I just couldn't get my mind into it. I know the problem however. Right before class I was deep into a proof that I've been struggling with for several days. I was making progress when I had to abruptly leave for class. During class, I was thinking more about how to finish the proof, than how to do Spanish verbs in past tense. Next time, no math right before Spanish. Only Spanish right before Spanish.

Tuesday, March 5, 2019

New Leaves

While folks back in Walla Walla have just wrapped up one of the coldest Februaries ever and the cold weather shows no sign of relenting 5 days into March, here the leaves of the deciduous trees in Sevilla are already growing out:


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I had a relatively productive day today. I had a math problem devolve into a topological quagmire, but realized after a couple of hours that I should just back off and say what I mean rather than try to come up with some elegant topological statement. In the end, the paper will be clearer.

I read a bit more of Hello World by Hannah Fry. She described the mountain of data that is compiled by data brokers about every person that uses the internet. Anonymity is a myth. Further, the kinds of information these companies have either directly or inferred, if misused, can be downright dangerous. These companies know, with high probability, if you're ill, if you're unfaithful, who you voted for, if you're pregnant, if you're depressed, if you're suicidal.

Europeans have wrested back some control over their personal data and its uses, but in the US, it's a total free for all.

Still trying to wrap my head around the groupby() function in pandas. It's a pretty useful way of extracting specific subsets of data from a larger dataset. I'm hoping to use it on some academic data I have from Whitman's office of institutional research on which students earn hard science degrees.

Monday, March 4, 2019

All I got was this t-shirt...

The t-shirt I got in Morocco this weekend bled all over one of Laura's shirts in the laundry today:


I guess I shouldn't be surprised since it cost a whopping $5. Funny story, I found the t-shirt and asked the proprietor how much. He said 80 dirham (about $8). I was about to agree when Laura decided to haggle. She came back with 45 dirham. The proprietor came back with 70. Laura hit him with 50, he came back with 70. Laura started to leave, the proprietor caved and gave it to us for 50 dirham. After the transaction, the proprietor was clearly impressed with Laura's haggling skills (and by comparison, disappointed in mine, which are non-existent). He seemed actually happy to have someone haggle so fiercely with him, haha.

Regardless, even though I washed it in cold water, it ran a bit. We were able to bleach Laura's shirt and it's as good as new now. The shirt itself seems none the worse for the wear. My guess is there's plenty of red dye in it to last many washings.

Finally, I checked, and the Arabic script above is just the word "Morocco". Also, the design of the shirt itself is just based on the Moroccan flag:


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Had a good math day today. I sketched out a proof that I think holds water. Getting close to starting a draft of a paper.

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Spanish class was good today. I think my listening skills are improving. Speaking, not so much.

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I talked to Rachel for a while. Always good to catch up with her.

Sunday, March 3, 2019

Morocco

In December I went to Morocco with Kathy, Ric and Rachel. We visited Tangier, Tetuan and Chefchaouen (The Blue City). I enjoyed it so much, I was happy when Laura found a package tour to Morocco for Spanish language students (which we both are, since we are enrolled at affiliated Spanish language schools). We booked it and left for a 2.5 day trip to Morocco on Fri. We caught the tour bus about a 10 min walk from the flat Fri morning around 9am. As expected, the trip was largely populated by American college students in Sevilla for their study abroad semester. The majority had been in Sevilla only about 6 weeks. We were definitely the oldest in the group, but since we've both been teaching at the college level our whole professional lives, the generation gap was easily overcome.

We drove south for about 2 hours to La Línea de la Concepción, a Spanish town that abuts the "British Overseas Territory of Gibraltar". In the bus station I had to take a picture of this vending machine that not only had the usual soft drinks, but also a row of beer. I didn't see any way to prevent vending to the under aged, so local kids must love this place, haha:


Walking out of the bus station, you can see the "rock of Gibraltar" peaking out from behind the buildings:


The park in front of the bus station was cute:


We walked to the border with Gibraltar, waved our passports and got on buses to go out to the tip of the peninsula of Gibraltar. The weather was clear, but windy. The mosque at the point is lovely:


I liked this sign, not only for its information, but for its distinctly British sounding title, "Some of our more regular seabirds":

Situated at the mouth of the Mediterranean Sea, this lighthouse serves one of the busiest shipping lanes in the world as ships move back and forth from the Atlantic to the Mediterranean:


The rock of Gibraltar is a massive limestone outcropping. The caves of St. Michael are garishly lit, but impressive:


Outside the caves, Barbary macaques abound. These monkeys are all over this part of the rock. They have no fear of tourists. Indeed, despite being told by the bus drivers and tour guides to not interact with them, this bus drive coaxed one of the monkeys onto the shoulder of one of the students in our group:


Here's a monkey on the other side of an iron fence. That worked for me:


In the town of Gibraltar, Laura and I watched some glass blowers make a collection of beautiful crystal vases:


In a small space, you have to make use of every square inch. Here the sidewalk went across the tarmac of the only airport--literally across the runway. When planes landed, traffic signals and gates blocked cars and pedestrians from crossing. After they taxied out of the way, the road would open up again:


Back on the Spanish side, we took a ferry across the Mediterranean to the Spanish town of Cueta which is on the African continent. We even took our tour bus with us:


Here is Gibraltar as we sailed by it on the ferry in the dusk:


Once in Cueta, we got back on our bus and traversed the Moroccan border (which took a looonnngggg time, 2.5 hours) and drove to our hotel in Tetuan (only about 35 km from the ferry port). Here's the view from our room. There was a major road construction project happening right outside the window:


On Saturday, after a hotel breakfast we left around 8am and headed to the city of Tangier. We drove through it, but didn't really stop. Instead, we went to the Atlantic beach and rode camels on the beach. It was pretty cool. The best part is that the kneel down for you, you climb on relatively easily and the stand up:



Me and "my" camel:


Near the same location, we stopped at Cap Spartel, this is the point where the Mediterranean and the Atlantic meet. Not surprisingly, there's a lighthouse here too:


Here's Laura jawing with some of the students in our group:

 From Cap Spartel, took our bus to Chefchaouen (The Blue City). Here's a picture of one of the many market squares in the medina. The mountains looming behind the city are beautiful:


It's called The Blue City for a reason:




The sunset was beautiful:


After Chefchaouen, we took our bus back to Tetuan for a dinner for the whole group. It included some traditional music, dancing and other entertainment. The dining room was quite ornate. The food was really good:



After dinner, we went back to the same hotel in Tetuan.

This morning we  woke to cool clear weather in Tetuan. We were guided through the Medina of Tetuan:


The medina is a maze of stalls, markets, homes and people. Our guide pointed out this double row of bricks at one point during our walk. He said that two rows means your on a commercial street, one row means residential/dead end, three rows means it leads to one of the seven exit gates of the medina wall:


While interesting, I don't think it really helped me to navigate the city any better, haha.

We stopped at a "farmacia" where the proprietor pitched a variety of spices, oils, perfumes etc to our group. After a while, I left the presentation and hung out on the street with our Moroccan guide. I also snapped this picture of the "convenience store" across the street:


The stall sold a lot of the same kinds of percussive instruments that we observed at our dinner show the previous evening:


Here are a couple of the students we were friendly with during the trip:


These are the hills of Morocco as we drove out of Tetuan and back to the ferry port:


There are public restrooms at the border crossing. The lines of cars are so long and slow that there's plenty of time to jump out and go to the bathrrom. This is a unisex urinal. I've never seen one before, but, according to female students on the bus, they stood on the foot spots and squatted over the hole. When I used it, I just aimed for the hole:


Back on the ferry, we were both pretty wiped:


The bus ride home was uneventful and we made it back to the flat around 8pm. A busy few days, but a fun way to see Morocco.

Thursday, February 28, 2019

Chair Repair

Mario dropped by this evening and took one of the chairs for repair. Seems like he's going to do one at a time. He lives about a 5 min walk from here, so he just picked up the chair and walked back to his place with it. Since 3 of the 4 need help, I guess we just started about a month-long process, if we're lucky.

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Speaking of month-long processes, Feb is now coming to a close. Tomorrow begins the final third of our year in Spain. Time flies.

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Speaking of February, Walla Walla has experienced what is likely the coldest, snowiest Feb on record there. I just keep thinking, glad I missed that!

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I finished reading Everybody Lies by Seth Stephens-Davidowitz. Pretty good. Moving on to Hello World by Hannah Fry. I'll keep you posted.

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Today is a holiday here in Andalucia, but only here in this province. It's called, aptly, Day of Andalucia. It essentially commemorates the founding of Andalucia as an autonomous province of Spain in the year 1980. For us it means no language class, less traffic in town, more pedestrians/tourists on the streets. Lovely weather for it though:


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Packing for a weekend guided trip to Gibraltar and various points in Morocco. Should be fun. Glad Laura's getting a chance to visit the Blue City in Morocco.