Well that was a strange and arduous 30 odd hours, but I'm in Cordoba now, a little wary from the flight. Too many hours sat in Heathrow did it for me, though an encoutner with a lady of very uncertain years left me smiling. She was sat next to me in an italian coffee shop, dressed in a vibrant and reckless green, otherwise tumbling hair caught in a huge flower, reading Dickens I think. As she got up to left I told her that she looked splendid and that was a beautiful green. Without a pause she came back with 'but not as beautiful as your eyes'. Well .....
Long flights and seemingly bumpy all the way. Travelling may be a wonder and a miracle but it is certainly not a pleasure these days. The long flight to Santiago was well long but I was entertained royally by the in flight movies....hundreds of them when you want them. How does that work. But watching Breakfast at Tiffany's whilst flying over the Andes was a good experience. But oh the flight dragged on for 14 hours.
Finally I was met in Cordoba by Paola and Sebastian with beaming smiles.
A quick snooze before I'm on.......
THE NEXT THIRTY HOURS
Probably even stranger and already blurring into a mass of colour and chat and strange sights and even stranger films.
So various snippets Ã¢â‚¬â€œ a good afternoon tea with Sebastian and Alej Ã¢â‚¬â€œ apple jam and Argentian tea. Then I met all the helpers of the festival and a gorgeous friendly bunch they are too. We watched some winning films from last year and my eyes started to cover up and I retired to the huge bed. Today though itÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s been doing a lot of press, and a lot really. TV,newspapers, and the difficult question of what do I think of Cordoba and the animation. Well IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢ve not seen enough yet. After the press conference where I prattled on saying nothing really I had lunch with Maureen Ã¢â‚¬â€œ a delicious lunch in the sun; chicken with apple slices baked in juice in the oven. So good. And what a treat this afternoon. Sebastian had organised a trip round the Opera House for me, and that really was a treat. Not perhaps the most beautiful auditorium but hugely impressive in its size and layout Ã¢â‚¬â€œ intimate yet grand. Two staff took us round and enjoyed me being giddy. We went on stage and oh I want to work on that scale. A quick shower then some latin American films that all had some really great ideas and visuals, but suffered from being too long and drawn out, and with music too often being an afterthought. But interesting all the same. I was fading and didnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t quite manage the whole programme but a cool drink with Sebastian and Alej helped me unwind. We sat under trees late at night, listening to tango in the street, and watching a gorgeous dog in a t-shirt, talking about everything Ã¢â‚¬â€œ us, not the dog. As I walked home all the ladies from the festival ran up to me and hugged me and kissed me. How do you do that, two American students asked. IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m not sure. Maybe an English accent helps, but I donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t actually know what I have done to deserve all this. Not everyone seems to have seen the films, but they are all mighty thrilled IÃ¢â‚¬â„¢m here. A case of mistaken identity perhaps. But hey, what a day.