Spanish life is not always likeable but it is compellingly
loveable.
-
Christopher Howse: A Pilgrim in Spain.
Life
in Spain
- Here's my fellow-blogger, friend and Business Over Tapas author, Lenox Napier, on the question of why the Spanish aren't a nation of consumer complainers. As he put it: After almost forty years of democracy, the DNA of the Spaniards still does not incorporate the culture of claiming their rights as consumers. So, guess what happens.
- Despite her apparent leadership in the economic recuperation of Europe, Spain is the European country where wages have lost the most in purchasing power.
- Spain’s position in the World’s health stakes has fallen precipitously. Thanks to the high consumption of alcohol and cigarettes and to childhood obesity, her ranking has dropped from 7th to 23rd position
- During Spain's euro-driven phony boom of 2000-2007, the banks opened branches with what used to be called gay abandon, each with its expensive complement of staff behind desks to give the face-to-face service preferred by Spaniards. Come La Crisis, many of these have now been closed. Indeed, Lenox cites a report of 16,000 branched closures in recent times, with the loss of around 82,000 jobs.
These are someone's
idea of the 10 dishes you must try if you're visiting the UK:-
Roast beef and
Yorkshire pudding
Pork pie
Omelette Arnold
Bennett
Scotch eggs
Golden syrup steamed
sponge
Rice pudding
Welsh rarebit
Fish and chips
A 'Full English
breakfast'
Afternoon tea
I've actually eaten
some of them. Well, most of them, really. The Full English Breakfast
is, in fact, exactly the same thing as a Full Irish breakfast
and a Full American breakfast. If you're unlucky, a Full
Scottish breakfast might add a bit of haggis.
CAMINO
NEWS . . .
Manzanares
is not as pretty as references in Spanish would have you believe,
though its location at the foot of the Guadarrama mountain range is
impressive.
We had the
misfortune to arrive on a local holiday, to find many shops and, more
importantly, the imposing castle, closed.
The
fiesta, by the way, was in honour of the town's patron saint. This
turns out to be Jesus Christ, Which seems to me to be a false reading
of the word saint. But perhaps not. You certainly couldn't
choose a more powerful one to intercede on your behalf with . . .
well, Himself.
As Madrid
didn't exist for hundreds of years after the original pilgrimages
began, the walk out of Colmenar Viejo isn't a genuine camino –
but how many of these are there really? So, it shares its trajectory
with one of the many long walks which dot this part of Spain. This
means you meet other walkers coming into and going out of Colmenar
Viejo.
And then there are the cyclists. Some of these are polite but
many ride, at top speed, as if they own the path and can do that the
hell they like, provided only they shout a warning at you when
they're 5-10 metres behind you and approaching at a rapid rate of
knots. One of these individuals actually loudly berated my colleagues
yesterday for not getting out of the way quickly enough. Which led to
some choice words in his direction on my part. And a threat of
fisticuffs on his when I finally told him to eff off and shove his
bike up his backside.
But, anyway, after this incident I acquainted
my colleagues with my tactic for inconsiderate cyclists on the
pavements of Pontevedra. Which is to hold one's walking stick or
poles horizontally, leaving just enough space between it/them and the
wall to allow a cyclist to get through. In theory at least. In
practice, they slow down against the possibility they won't make it.
Should they complain as they go past – more slowly than they'd
planned - you can always adopt the Spanish approach – feign
innocence and apologise profusely.
Finally
. . . I'm still struggling to avoid unwanted notices in Google
Alerts. I did finally realise that I had to add the exclusions
alongside the inclusions - rather than as separate items - but
this hasn't worked completely. Adding them as separate items preceded
by a minus sign actually increased the volume of unwanted reports on,
for example, Super Boat Galicia.
By the way
. . . We didn't meet a single other 'pilgrim' en route yesterday. But
we did enjoy fireworks at the early hour of 10pm, as we walked back
from a super supper in a Moroccan place we'd stumbled on when taking
fotos of the castle.
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