From
brief experience of watching one for 10 minutes, I'd say that nothing
much happens in Portuguese soap operas. And that what does happen
happens slowly and, above all, quietly. Which is not quite how things
go in Spain. Or in East Enders, for that matter. Anyway, in
the one I watched tonight, one of the main characters had a stammer.
Which naturally slowed things down even further. For reasons lost on
me, the background music to one romantic scene over dinner was an
instrumental version of that old Irish favourite, Danny Boy.
We
walked a bit of the Fisherman's Trail today, along the
magnificent Atlantic coast. It was described in the guide as 'Quite
difficult'. Which wasn't totally accurate. One part would've been
quite difficult for a mountain goat, never mind us. And I also
re-learned a lesson of my youth - when it comes to sand dunes, it's
great walking down them but hard pounding going up them. I fear for
my leg muscles tomorrow morning.
Before
I left home, I saw an article on the most popular names in Galicia
last year. For girls, these were:- Noa, Sara, Daniela, Lucía and
Carla. And for boys: Hugo, Mateo, Pablo, Nicolas and Daniel. All
pretty traditional, then - though I've never heard of Noa - and
probably all saints' names. Significantly, none of the first 10 in
each category were old Galician names but the following did rank
among the top 20:- Breogán, Brais, Sabela, Iria, Antía and Iago.
Finally
. . . I bought a pen in Pontevedra last week and have just noticed
it's called V Sign. This is, to British eyes, like calling it
The Finger in the USA.
My
apologies to those confused by my referring to 87 degrees Fahrenheit
yesterday. It should, of course, have been Centigrade. Reader Perry
suggests waiting a minute before pouring boiled water on your coffee
grinds. Which I will now try.
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