La
Crisis begins to strike home when a retired surgeon tells you
he's having his pension cut. Along with everyone else employed by the
government, of course. Though no one would be surprised if
politicians are escaping the scissors. Meanwhile the (doubtless well
paid) Governor of the Bank of Spain is calling for the minimum wage
to be scrapped. Which won't, of course, much affect the 27% of the
working population who are unemployed. Soon to be 28%, they say.
But
the news is not all bad. El País reported today that 'the
major' eurozone countries are getting together to resist the dictates
of Brussels. Though I don't think Germany is part of the rebellious
group. And nor do I think anything will come of the initiative. Until
there's real rioting in the streets. Not just the occasional stabbing of an ex-banker down in Valencia.
Today
I finished a book on the Camino by the German comedian, Hape
Kerkeling. It's well written and a pleasant read but I wouldn't
regard it as essential reading for anyone contemplating the challenge
of walking from France to the end of the world (Finisterra). There
are a couple of factual errors about Galicia but nothing to worry
much about. I was, though, perplexed by his reference to a "Celtic
landscape". What on earth is that? A field full of marauding
bagpipe players, kitted out like Mel Gibson in Braveheart?
In
my lunchtime bar today, I paid for two large shandies (variously
called a bol or a bock) but, as I did so, Leira the
waitress whispered to me "Next time buy 4 cañas; it's cheaper."
Actually, I don't think it is but it was nice of her to think of my
wallet. I stress, by the way, there were two of us drinking.
Some
sort of gaffe has been committed by a group of companies here in
Galicia who launched a campaign in Gallego with the slogan Cómete o mar.
As I understand it, this attempt to suggest that readers eat
(products of) the sea came out as an instruction to be devoured by
the sea. The correct phrase, it's said, is Come o mar. OK but why is the
seafood of Galicia being promoted to Gallego-speakers? Are
there people far inland who've never heard of it? I rather doubt it, as it forms the basis of every single menu. But it must make sense to someone, I guess.
If
you're coming to Spain this summer and planning to use your EU Health
Card in the event of medical attention, this is something you need to
bear in mind. The solution appears to be - Don't admit you've got medical insurance.
Finally
. . . Here's a quote from my friend Fran, who's one of the successful
Porcos Bravos team - It's impossible for a Galician not to
feel at home in England. Which is a nice thought and so I plan to
join them on their next trip to the UK, to find out how and why this
is true. Apart from the pub-crawling, I mean. Doubtless we'll get to Liverpool, as - thanks to the astonishing old pubs there, this is one of their favourite watering holes. Shame about the beer.
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