Malvasia is rapidly becoming my favorite tapas place! We have only been in Seville a short while, but we have eaten there several times already. We plan on visiting often. It’s that good. In case you are not familiar with the concept of tapas, l will enlighten you. It’s the Spanish tradition of sample size dishes, often to share. That way, you get to taste a bit of everything. In Spain, a lot of people go tapas crawling. They will stop at one place, have tapas and beer, and move on to the next. It’s so relaxed, nobody rushes you in order to turn the table like they do in the U.S. You could literarily nurse a €1 beer for like 3 hours while you people watch, and nobody cares. No mean looks or anything. We are slowly getting into the groove.
Cold in July is one of those small movies that seems to come in under the radar. You know, the ones that are not high budget, and no superheroes doing death defying stunts. They are character driven, and offer solid acting instead. This movie is one of my favorite ones that l have seen in the last couple of years.
The movie is set in Texas, 1989, so that explains his hair :-). It was written by Nick Damici and Jim Mickle. It stars Michael C. Hall of Dexter fame as Richard. One night, his house is burgled by a low life thief. Richard shoots him dead. Everybody praises him as a hero for protecting his family. It is clear however, that things are not what they seem. He fears for his family’s safety, as the ex-con father of the thief comes after him. The police protecting him are useless. He realizes that he has to deliver his own brand of justice, this poor, mild mannered sales person. There are so many twists and turns to this movie. I don’t want to give it away. You just need to see it for yourself. I beg you to.
Sam Shepard is coldly creepy as the ex-con. He is one of my favorite actors, and he does not disappoint in this movie either. He gives you shivers, as a man with conviction, no matter how twisted it is. Don Johnson, yes..that Don Johnson from “Miami Vice” plays a real badass in this movie. He is fantastic in this role, which delighted me very much, as l always thought he was capable of more.
Cold in July made less than half a million dollars at the box office. That’s such a shame. It is a great movie that deserves to be seen. It reminds you of older movies, ones with solid plots and cast.
Have you seen Cold in July? If yes, did you like it? If not, does it sound like a movie you would like?
Santiponce is nestled on the ruins of the old Roman city of Italica. This post goes with the Podcast #2, where l try to describe the Roman ruins of Santiponce, a city which is about 6 miles north of Seville center.
Italica was founded in 206 BC by General Scipio, also known as “The African”. It was the first city outside of the Italian Penninsula. It was home to Roman Emperors Trajan and Hadrian. It enjoyed great prosperity for a long time before it was eventually forgotten and people moved towards Seville. A lot of the stones were actually taken from Italica, and used to build Seville. It seems to be a constant work in progress. New things are being discovered as they dig up more of the ruins.
Seville Feria (La Feria de Abril) is in full swing. Technically, this is not a fab Friday find. Just go with it! :-). The city of Seville is having a big old party, and everyone is invited. Two weeks after the holy week of Semana Santa, Sevillanos in the capital of Andalusia, dust off their finest flamenco dresses and suits and head for the Seville Feria.
We came. We saw. We loved. We moved. To Seville! I am sure it might not be a big surprise to many of you :-). Our visit to Seville was quite a revelation to us. We didn’t expect to love it on sight, but love it we did. Our love of slow travel has now brought us to this marvelous city. As mentioned before in prior posts, we were moving from our previous apartment in Malaga. We had rented that place because we were pressed for accommodation. We moved to Malaga at the height of the Feria festivities, and we could not find a dog friendly place. Over the six months that we lived there, we grew to hate the building. We already hated the area. Not Malaga, but the barrio that we lived in. Living among locals is sometimes not all it’s cracked up to be :-(. I totally hate apartment living, the paper-thin walls, people dropping their crap from above in to the shared courtyard. We had to clean it up of course as we were on the bottom. I readily admit that l am spoiled. Old Abuelas (grandmas) hanging out the windows yelling at the top of their lungs, the constant noise from the street.