ps, furthermore

This Portugal-Spain-France tour is our second self-guided long trip, following the one we did in Switzerland last September. The main difference, however, is in the means of transportation. While in Switzerland all our travel took place over their convenient, highly efficient railway system, our P-S-F cross-country travel relied mostly on our own driving.

​The European roadways are well laid-out and maintained in general. Narrower country roads and city streets than the States', of course, but neat and well-signed highways with smooth and even pavement that beat the riding comfort of some bumpy freeway sections in California .

​It's got many toll stations, though. Even though we had purchased the transponder option with the car rental company that supposedly would take care of the toll payments, it still took us on-the-spot decision-making to select which lane to go through without stopping, which to take a ticket and return it at the next toll station, and which to just pay with credit card, etc.

And you have to be skillful at driving through many round-abouts they put in place of straight traffic lights. Merge into the circling traffic at right timing, then pick the first, second, or third... exit to get out in a few seconds. Make a wrong exit, and you'd need to drive to the next round-about a couple kilometers down the road to round back to the right path. No easy U-turns.

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Driving through the European continent, I was surprised by the barrenness and sparse human presence of northern Portugal/Spain border that rivaled the wilderness of America Southwest, the vast and straight fields of farmlands in Spain and France, the rolling greens in southwestern France, and the tree-lined, cottage flanked country-road scene in Loire Valley that looked like a Romantic landscape painting.
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And there were people we met: the captain and his mate of the boat that took us for the cruise on the Douro River, the chateau hosts that provided bed and breakfast for our stay in countryside France, the village restaurant owner trying so hard to explain her dinner specials in minimal English, a young man giving us street direction in San Sebastian, another on how to take a bus in Porto, a supermarket clerk in a no-name little town letting us use their restroom, and a Frenchman who volunteered to translate between us and the train conductor when we lost one of our luggage on our way to Paris... People are kind and good-hearted, ready to give help if you let them. 
 

Like the Switzerland trip, this one was master-planned by my high school best friend Joseph and his wife Peipei, the best companions in a long trip like this. Together we learned how to explore extensively without overextending ourselves, improvise instead of being stuck with a rigid plan, and problem solving when things went unexpectedly. Thank you again, Joseph and Peipei! We are now two for two: one by train and this one by car, maybe we should do next one by boat (a cruise) 

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God bless! 

Be triumphant!

 

france

Biarritz was the first stop we made after entering southwestern France. It has been a luxurious seaside resort since the 1800's, with long sandy beaches and a palace hotel that was once the summer home of Napoleon III.

Bordeaux is a major city in southwestern France (and the fifth largest in the country). It has a city square surrounded by old majestic buildings and a reflective pool, public gardens along the curving river quays, and a small cathedral I felt particularly mystical inside. 

To the east of Bordeaux, we visited a medieval town St. Emilion, a hilly commune surrounded by vineyards that was designated UNESCO World Heritage Site for its living history of wine-making, Romanesque churches and ruins stretching along steep and narrow streets. 

  

​Further east is yet another medieval town, Sarlat, which has remained preserved and one of the most representative of 14th-century France. It is located in a region where foie gras is one major agricultural production and many small farms raise geese and ducks to produce products such as confits, pate, etc. in the area.

Continuing our journey north, we stopped by a one-street-town perched between a cliff and a river, and a 13th century castle that changed hands seven times surrounded by a picturesque field that was a no-man's-land during the Hundred Years War (1337-1453) between the French and the English.

As we reached the heartland of France, the Loire Valley, we stayed at a beautifully decorated, charming old French mansion hosted by a hospitable couple, and visited a chateau on the river, and a grand garden that rivaled the grace and class – if not pomp and grandiosity – of the Versailles. 

Then we were in Paris. We stayed four nights at a hotel just minutes away from major shopping centers, the opera house, and the Seine River. The re-opened Notre Dame Cathedral was as crowded as we last visited seven years ago, so were the lines in front of the Louis Vuitton flagship store on the Champs-Élysées. 

We visited a Sunday morning farmer's market, 

a turn-of-the-century museum where a Moulin Rouge-like live show appeared right at the center court, 

a public garden featured in Victor Hugo's novel Les Misérables, 

and heard a choir from England singing at a church that once held the body of the executed King Louis XVI during the French Revolution.

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spain

Driving through the flatland of northern Spain, we stealthily reached a medieval town that seemed to be in the middle of nowhere and checked into a palace converted hotel in the dusk, and woke up to a stunning, golden lighted farm scene right outside our window.  

From there we visited a modern Human Evolution Museum that hosts remains of the earliest hominids found in West Europe, and a sunny city with a grand 14th-century city gate and a World Heritage cathedral, that was also the headquarters of Generalissimo Franco's proto-government during the Spanish Civil War (1936-1939). 

Going north, deep in the Basque Country, we visited two coastal cities on the Biscay Bay. 

In Bilbao, we visited the Guggenheim Museum, which is probably more famous for its architectural design than its exhibits, and had a long lunch at a Michelin-starred restaurant right next to it. (The Basque Country is famous for its fine cuisine, there are a total of 33 Michelin stars, distributed across 23 restaurants in the Spanish Basque region alone).

In San Sebastian, we strolled through the posh modern shopping district to the rowdy old-town alleys and had tapas (called "pintxos" here) for dinner while watching people singing and dancing around on a happy Saturday evening.

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portugal

This 22-day-long, cross-country journey started along the southern coast of Portugal, going north through the country, then into northern Spain, southwestern France, the Loire Valley, finally ending in Paris.

The southern coast of Portugal is tiny but rich in history. It has a cliffside fortress sitting at the very southwestern tip of Iberian Peninsula that held military control of both the Atlantic and the Mediterranean;

 

a harbor city that was once the hub of Portugal's maritime exploration (and the first slave market) to Western Africa during the Age of Discovery.

 

Yet all is as quiet and peaceful now – except for the tourist crowd – as some old time fishing village along the coast where many international retirees come to reside.

Upon reaching Lisbon, the capital and the largest city of the country, we did a half-day walking tour of the city with a local guide, 

but stayed the night at a coastal resort town 30 minutes west of the city.

From there we ventured to the westernmost point of the European continent on the Atlantic coast,

and a mountainous national park dotted with grand mansions, old palaces, and a Moorish Castle snaking along winding hilltops like a mini Great Wall of China.

Porto is the second largest city of Portugal in northern Portugal, where we had the most fun in the country. We walked the city and learned the interesting stories and architecture of a one-meter wide house wedged between two old churches;

visited a "World's Most Beautiful Bookstore" that claims to have given inspiration to J. K. Rawling of vision of the fictional boarding school for young wizards and witches in her Harry Potter stories;

cruised the Douro River under six bridges, one of them built by Gustave Eiffel ten years before he did the famous tower in Paris;

wine-tasted at a wine cellar and learned how right aging process makes good Port wine that can only come from this specific region;

 

dined at seaside restaurants watching the sunset on the river and the ocean.

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platonic

What comes to your mind when you hear the term "platonic love"? A dull, daft, passionless, puritanical kind of relationship proposed by an over two millennia old Greek philosopher?

Let's examine what exactly did Plato say (through the mouth of a fictive prophetess) about the lure and pursuit of "eros" (from which we get the word "erotic") in his dialogue Symposium:

"First [a lover] should love one body ... [then he realizes] the beauty of all bodies is one and the same ... After this he must think that the beauty of people’s souls is more valuable than the beauty of their bodies ... [he is then] turned to the great sea of beauty, and gazing upon this, he gives birth to many gloriously beautiful ideas and theories ... [until finally] he comes to know just what it is to be beautiful."

What exists behind the many beautiful things, and beauty itself, is what Plato calls the "form" of beauty. A form is the essence of things, be they physical items, such as rocks and trees, cats and dogs, or abstract notions and ideas, such as equality and harmony, beauty and justice, etc., all have their own forms and together they form the "real real" of the world, in lieu of the superficial, surface appearances that our sensory body detects.

And there is an ultimate form known as the Form of the Good. It is considered the highest and most fundamental of all forms, and believed to be the source of all other forms. Plato uses the analogy of the sun to explain its role, suggesting that just as the sun makes things visible and enables sight, the Form of the Good provides intelligibility and knowledge to the intelligible realm.

The lifetime effort of a philosopher (a "wisdom lover") is to pursue and gain knowledge of this ultimate Form of the Good through reason (logos). It is also through reason that one can gain knowledge — cultivate virtues — of care, respect, patience, commitment, etc. that lead us to the ultimate Good.

The drive to knowledge is therefore not acquiring and hoarding of data and information, but a process of continuous discovery, awe and wonder, and true understanding and appreciation of what has been set up prior to our bodily existence.

To know is to love, Platonic style.

interpretation

We humans are a story-loving species, from a child asking for a bedtime story, to a startup company needing a "good story" to attract investors, to the super hero movies of Hollywood, and the creation myths of ancient civilizations... good stories entertain, inspire, and pass our legacies on.

Then we like to ask "what does it mean?" Aesop's fables spell out at their endings the morals that convey ageless wisdom; dynastic Chinese history commissioned by its subsequent ruler is more of a victor's op-ed piece than unbiased reporting; the Bible is a series of relational operas between God and people that take theologians forever to interpret.

As a conscious being, I cannot help but have thoughts and ideas about what I experience (the givenness I receive) and what they mean to me.

Interpretation is the voice that goes before and behind every experience, saying, “Wait, there’s more,” giving it meanings.

It takes language and art, symbol and metaphor, image and concept, to approximate and communicate what we personally and collectively experience.  

Humility abiding, I interpret myself as witness to what gives, rather than as lord of what I think.

All experiences are part of a whole story that never ends.

The best interpretation is not so much explanation as it is description.

Conflict of interpretations causes discourse and debate that brings out the truth.

"Who do you say that I am (after your experiences with me)," Jesus asked his disciples. A prophet, a teacher, a revolutionary, or God? He means what you interpret him to be.

A religious or spiritual worldview can preempt and pre-assign interpretations to all life experiences as "rehearsals for eternity", "training for the soul going up next level", for example.

Or, just live well, laugh often, and love much. No interpretation needed.