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Clunia excavation: Making discoveries


Knowing where you discover something is important: archaeologists survey the base of the theatre at Clunia.

Rosa brushes off one of two chunks of a statue bust in a room built alongside the entrance to the amphitheatre. Shrine? Looters’ storage area? Green room? Nobody knows.
This is Joan, the site director’s son, guarding a bronze blob he and I found in the middle of a ramp leading into the amphitheatre. The first clues were some green-tinged rocks. Beneath them some chunks of green and rust-colored metal sat encased in gray dirt and rock. It was hard to separate them so instead we worked around them, widening the pit until it got to about half a meter deep and we could see that the bronze didn’t go any lower. The blob rested on some old roof tiles and ash and burnt wood. Before removing it, Joan wrapped it in gauze and painted it with acetone to hold it together.

Shannon wriggles her nose while Francesc and Aixa hash out the next steps for uncovering steps on a ramp into the backstage area of the theatre.

Clunia excavation: One week in

20110710-113821.jpgThis month I’m wearing a different hat. I’m helping English-speaking archaeology students get fieldwork experience at an excavation of an abandoned Roman city about 160 kilometers north of Madrid called Clunia. A Spanish archaeology team is trying to wrap up the remaining corner of a large theatre after about a decade of work there.

Actually, I don’t normally wear a hat at all, but for this dig I’m pressing into service a straw hat I bought 6 years ago for a climbing trip to California’s Sierra Nevada. It’s not Indy’s fedora, but so far it’s fending off the Spanish sun. Thanks to one of the students, Indigo, for this photo.

My friend Mike, a journalist most of the year, has been coordinating ArchaeoSpain, which brings in foreign archaeological students, for the last few years. Before that he’d dug during summers here and at Tiermes, another Roman city in the neighboring province of Soria. He’ll pop in and out of this and some other ArchaeoSpain sites this month. His assistant here at Clunia, Aixa, has worked at Tiermes, Clunia, and at a dig in Egypt. I’ll be helping her wrangle the nine students here this month.

The theatre shows some signs of the city’s rise to regional prominence, decline, looting and abandonment. We’re working on an ash layer right now and some walls that were probably built within the shell of the original theatre a century or two after it was built.

We’re staying in the modern-day hamlet of Peñalba de Castro, perched on the shoulder of old Clunia. Clunia is on high ground–the Romans favored aquifers over river water–so we have energizing views of the neighboring wheat fields. I especially like the fallow ones, which glow bright red thanks to the region’s iron soil.

Mike rents a pair of apartments from Vicente and Consuelo, a couple who also operate the Meson Clunia, where we take our lunch and dinner most days. I share one apartment with four of the ArchaeoSpain students. They hail from Ireland, Australia, and the US, though both Americans are studying in Scotland. Aixa is staying in the other apartment in the same building with five more students from Australia, the US, and Scotland.

We meet every morning at a compound across from the mesón, which contains a warehouse for artifacts and a house for the Spanish archaeologists working on the site. Then we stroll over to the theatre, about 100 meters away, and divide into small groups to work on sections of the site.

The Spanish archaeologists decide what they want us to work on, and Aixa and I translate and explain to the ArchaeoSpain students. We also pitch in wherever we’re most useful.

The first day we cleared a protective layer of sand and textile from the unexcavated portion of the site. We also moved some of the rocks visible in the bottom left corner of the above image. Here’s a picture of one of the local caretakers, Raul, and one of the students, Stephen, moving one:

Most days we work from about 7:30 to about 14:30, take a long lunch, and then shower and nap and spend time on the internet in the afternoon. Dinners are at 21ish. But Thursday last week we went for an afternoon excursion to another site near Aranda de Duero. The site, which another team of archaeologists opened just Monday, contains 50 or 60 skeletons. The remains are from victims of executions during the Spanish Civil War. Local anthropologists had a secondhand tip from a shepherd about the mass grave, which turned out to be much bigger than they expected.

One of the archaeologists told us the grave appeared to have been used six times, with room left for more burials. The skeletons were mostly intact. Some had unique features, such as a glass eye, or a train service vest, which anthropologists hope to use to identify them. A rosary rested on the right hand of one victim. Rubber soles remained attached to most of the bodies’ feet. They will also take the bones to the lab for DNA analysis. As we walked in, anthropologists were recording interviews with locals who either were around in 1936 when the first part of the grave was probably dug, or heard stories from neighbors and family who were. One man was close to tears.

Mass graves are a touchy subject in Spain right now. Victims of the Spanish Republic were quickly disinterred under Franco’s regime and reburied in normal graves with memorials. Victims of Franco were left undocumented and underground until about ten years ago, when the first serious efforts to find them began. Now the government is funding some of the work, but not everybody is happy with it. Mike was at another site, which he reported on for Archaeology, and a passing driver shouted to leave the bodies at rest. Of course, family of Franco’s victims might ask why their family are lost in mass graves while victims of the Republic are in hero’s graves.

Great European Roadtrip: Going home for the last time…

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Well, I hope it wasn’t my last visit to Madrid, but next time I’ll have little claim to calling it home. After returning our van to the agency I still had a set of keys to a rented flat and a half-used metrocard in my pocket. Next time I visit I’ll have a return ticket to Zurich, instead.

With little to do except wait for our flights out, George and I indulged in tourism. He showed me a used bookstore on c/Lope de Vega and I guided us through a culinary tour that ended at the same champagne bar where we’d toasted the start of our trip. Maybe it was good practice for future visits, when I’ll go back to exploring the city as a guest. Now, in addition to my extensive and welcoming family here, I’ve also got a growing network of friends and colleagues in the city. Living in Madrid this last year just gave me more reasons to visit.

Great European Roadtrip: An error

It was only minutes before I was due to board my flight to Switzerland that I discovered that my flight did not go to Switzerland. The so-called Basel airport is actually located just west of the border with France. Getting to Zurich from there will require another overland border crossing into Switzerland, though this time I’m hoping to avoid the close scrutiny of Swiss border control we experienced outside Geneva last week.

How much jamon serrano am I allowed to bring in, anyway?