Romaldo and Leopoldo. Her other cats name was Nelson. Such awesome cat names.
For our last adventure in Figueres we went to the Dali Museum, which honestly feels like a million years ago right now. But, shiiiiiiiit. What an inspiration. That MAN! He has actually made me consider going to art school again. We’ll see if that lasts. I am going to try to be very selective because between the museum and his studio in Cadaques, I took a ton of photos.
Before the museum we went to this cool crepe place where the decor is inspired by A Clockwork Orange’s milk bar. Really tasty crepes too!
This is supposedly where he is buried.
Ahh, to see these up close. Yes.
This was one of my favourite pieces.
This was actually my favourite Dali, one I have never seen before. I came back to it many times.
The museum from the outside, covered in eggs and the infamous Dali bread.
This is where Dali was born!
Next we arrived in Cadaques after an awesome winding bus ride through the mountains. It was a pretty cool little Mediterranean fishing village.
Dali’s studio. The idea of coming here was amazing. To come and bask in the artistic energy that filled this house. Sadly, it was a guided tour, everything was behind ropes and bars and you only had about 10 minutes per room. 10 minutes?! AH! SO RUSHED. This house is basically a collage and 10 minutes were not enough to take it all in. Still cool though.
He moved here in the 30’s, at that time it was a tiny fishing village. He bought this one little shack and then slowly over the years just kept buying conjoining houses and land until he pretty much ran the town. People had to go through him to build anything and all the property was priced so ridiculously high so that no one would buy it. He turned all the houses into this one big space and joined them like a labyrinth. I would love to live in a house like this.
His studio space was amazing. There were two authentic unfinished paintings in there, lots of knick-knacks and the lighting was perfect. His one painting station, in the following photo, had this amazing system where he could make it rise and fall into the floor so he could always stay in the seated position that he liked while he painted.
This room was so cool. It was circular and built in such a way that the sound echoed really strangely. Hard to explain. Really wished we could have recorded in there.
Dali and Gala loved the sound of crickets so they had these tiny cricket cages scattered throughout the house.
The penis pool! hahaa
After finishing up at the Dali house and pretending I was blind for a while, we went on this epic hike to find a place to swim. I don’t know if it was the proper way to get around the mountain but oh well.
The rock here was volcanic. Really neat.
After some swimming we hitched home and ate at this amazing hole in the wall pasta place.
Next we made our way to Barcelona. Where we stayed in my dream apartment.
It was just really well decorated and had this cool loft bed. There was also a smoking area (really made me miss being a smoker) attached to this room with pillows. It was kind of like an indoor porch.
While in Barcelona we headed to the beach for the day. It was right in the city so very densely packed. It was a trip. Amazing water though, warm and good little waves.
I had some fun making this little guy.
When making plans for this trip we looked into going to BOOM! a psychedelic festival in Portugal. Sounded pretty amazing. In the desert, 30,000 people and the minds organizing it seemed pretty on the level. We weren’t going to be able to go because we would have been wwoofing but now we weren’t so we were going to try and make it happen. We couldn’t afford to bus or train there but happened to find a ride-share for dirt cheap. It was with this really awesome Portuguese guy who was going home to visit family. We made it there in 10hrs and we spent the night in Lisbon and made our way to the festival the next day.
And it was certainly in the desert. Hot as hell and so dry. The dust was bad, bad, bad.
So before I post any more utopian hippie photos I am, in true pessimist Kayla fashion, going to state my opinion on the festival. (I also want to clarify I am not really a pessimist. I see and receive good out of everything I do and encounter but I tend to rage about it a bit first) This festival means well (I think) they promote oneness, safe sacrament use, love, have amazing workshops and lectures and were very environmentally friendly.
I actually want to start by saying that the first psychedelic festival I attended was amazing. It was called Space Gathering and held in Quebec. I don’t know if it was because it was much smaller, because there were no bars, because there was a fucking waterfall or just simply because it was pretty well strictly Canadian but it was so much more enjoyable.
At BOOM there were definitely heavy ‘let’s fucking party’, ‘let’s rip these kids off for all they’re worth’, and ‘let’s be seen’ vibes happening here.
So many bars. At every corner. Beer, beer, beer. Alcohol and these things just shouldn’t ever go together. Ever. The food was expensive and the people working were so mean. So rude. There was an information hub where there was internet and plugs and it was like a shark tank. People would come in marching over you to plug in their super important cell-phone that they couldn’t possibly complete their spiritual desert journey without. Definitely a hard lack of hippie comradery. The food lines were always quite long (but big fucking deal, where do you have to be?) and you’d always have to be on the look out for person after person trying to sneak ahead in the line. The entire scene made us both really ashamed to be grouped in with people like this.
Up until experiencing the BOOM festival I had never felt like I fit into any sort of group. I have subconciously been trying to encompass different types of people that I felt I identified with for years and always wondered if I would settle somewhere that I felt I belonged. I was excited for BOOM because I expected to be around like-minded people. There is no such thing. We’re all these weird little individuals that are built from everything we’ve ever experienced and are constantly changing based on the constant onslaught of new experience. But back to the festival.
To sum it up, the festival itself seemed really money driven. It was started 15 years ago and I think the original founders had good intentions but they are long gone now and the festival goers seemed really ego-driven. A hard snake eating its tail situation - ‘we all fit in and find our identities by pretending we’ve destroyed them. Yeah, we’re all one, yeah’.
Oh well, it can only be beneficial to have illusions crumble before you.
THERE WAS AN AWESOME MUDDY BEACH THOUGH!
This was amazing. If there was more stuff like this then I probably wouldn’t have as many complaints. It was a Gamelan gazebo. Pre-programed to hit different gongs and other things. It sounded great and was really cool to watch.
There was also a lot of this nonsense. This was suppose to be a ‘healing session with high frequency bells’. I was excited for it and the room was packed and everyone assumed their lotus position and people were crying and I was really bored. It was really boring. I can’t sit too high with this though because I do like to think that this sort of situation can really open doors for people who haven’t experienced anything this far outside of their neighborhood before. They become really moved by this alternate form of music and hopefully continue to explore it and find better examples of it. Everyone has to start somewhere. But the people performing it had to be such chumps. The women assistant would swap between some sort of meditation and flashing around with her SLR taking photos.
Ah, I sound like a dick. It wasn’t all bad. There were some really nice people and well there was THIS:
That my friends on the right is RICK DOBLIN! I felt like a 13 year girl old meeting Justin Beiber. Rick Doblin is the founder of MAPS. Something you will rightfully be hearing a lot about in the upcoming years. Please do yourself a favour and educate yourself about what this man is trying to achieve. Basically they are currently one of, if not the only, organization allowed to do research using psychedelics and their first focus is using MDMA in the treatment of therapy resistant PTSD in soldiers.
I kept having to hold back from yelling ” YEAAAHHH! RUUUUUHHHHHIIICKKKKKK!’
And beside him is the Teafaerie, then Mike Schultz (Director of DMT: The Spirit Molecule) and at the end is Daniel Pinchbeck (who’s a bit of a turd but whatever).
This was a panel discussion about a few different things mainly focusing on prohibition of drugs and its effects on society. Really cool.
So ya, feeling cleansed and refreshed with illusions shattered we left BOOM after 4 days and headed to Madrid. We had dinner at this shitty burger place and have now both been nursing an E Coli infection for the last 5 days. WOO!
Luckily we are staying in this beautiful apartment with air conditioning and 3 channels on the TV. Our days have been filled with Spongebob Squarepants, Adventure Time, Pokemon Negro y Blanco, Dexter’s Lab, olympic gymnastics, powerade and trips to the shitter.
But we are starting to feel better and think we will venture to Barcelona tomorrow to spend a day at the beach before we take a 20 hour bus ride up to Belgium.