What's in a Name?: A Spanish couple has finally been given the OK to call their son Lobo, or Wolf. I know 2 families called Woolf/Wolfe. I would quite fancy being called Wolf Woolf/Wolfe. But that's just me. And having a wolf dog from East Europe. One that eats pugs and miniature versions of any breed. Especially dogs smaller than bloody cats. Pontevedra overflows with them.
Properties in Galicia: Sales are 27% up on last year, but mainly of 'second hand' properties, as there are very few new ones to buy. Despite the growing confidence in the property sector, the construction industry remains flat.
Las Peñas 2: It turns out that the city's hoteliers are none too happy about having their thresholds pissed and puked on by kids when there's no bullfight on. They say it was wrong of the council to give them a dispensation for their Saturday nigh debauchery. And they're probably right. BTW . . . After recent high growth, the hotel business now accounts for 22% of Galicia's GDP. Involving far too many foreigners, it has to be said. To clarify, I don't mean tourists from other Spanish regions, all of whom are regarded as 'foreigners' by the Galicians. These are all very welcome. In reasonable numbers.
Las Peñas 3: Here's the now-pristine main meeting point for the throngs early as of Sunday morning, ready for a repeat performance last night:-
Seagulls 2: With apologies for the quality - the camera's fault! - here's another of our seagulls - or perhaps the same one - attempting to eat a fish and very possibly confused by the challenge:-
And here's one in its natural habitat:
Las peñas 3: Some of my friend's in the city's most of these, GinKas, preparing to enter the plaza:-
Sadly, the nice video I have of them singing is too big to post here.
Finally . . . An Apology: My washing machine didn't chew up my friend's sock after all. It had hidden itself in the sleeve of one of my shirts. But this doesn't explain the mystery of my 12 lost sox. I've checked all my sleeves.