Cosas de España/Galiza
Wine producers in the heart of sherry (Jerez) country in southern Spain fear it’ll be ruined by a wind turbine park, the construction of which is destroying vineyards and scarring the landscape. More importantly than that even, I guess it could be affecting growing conditions.
On my several caminos over the years, I’ve had cause to wonder about the safety of all the female ‘pilgrims’ I see walking alone through Pontevedra. Particularly through the narrow, granite-walled paths in Galicia’s dense forests. And there have been a couple of murders in the last few years. So, I wasn’t surprised to see this article on the dangers solitary walkers can face on the camino. Though I have to say that most single German ladies look like they can take care of themselves. Which is probably ungallant of me.
So, the Conservatives suffered a ‘humiliating defeat’ in yesterday’s bye-election, losing a rock-solidly safe Commons seat. Effectively, of course, it was a referendum on Boris Johnson’s premiership and he’s now on even less borrowed time than he was before. Westminster must stink of knives and axes being ground. By members of his own party, mainly. He’s not likely go be with us for much longer. At least not in his current capacity.
Nearly all Brits are now banned from going there, thanks to what must surely be a purely health-related measure that has nowt to do with the current antipathy between the two governments. Will Spain follow? Will I ever get home?
Allegedly: Democrats have alienated Hispanic voters, who are tired of being told how to feel about its own heritage. Hispanics are now turned off by the Democrats’ embrace of extreme progressive ideas about policing, justice, immigration and even race and the nation itself.
Latinx: Used by Latin American people* who don’t identify as either male or female. Not (yet) in the OE and RAE dictionaries
* and by Steven Spielberg
Finally . . .
A friend wrote: I need advice. How can I stop our kitchen windows constantly steaming up? Feel free to pop round with any suggestions. The kettle is always on.
Closer to home . . . My younger daughter – possibly an ADHD sufferer – would be the first to admit that her house can be a tad disorganised. So it was this morning that, after taking a towel from the heated rail as I exited the shower, I found myself drying myself with a baby-grow.
If you’ve landed here looking for info on Galicia or Pontevedra, try here.