Cosas de España/Galiza
Here’s this week’s Spanish Shilling from Lenox Napier – on Spanish pronunciation. As ever, there are several amusing observations but, for me, the best is: In French, there are a hundred ways of saying “You know what I mean, Um, At the end of the day” and other useless fillers to ward off actually saying something useful. In Spain, all we have is ‘coño’ – the infamous C word.
A bonus for me was the citation of a product called BeeBapoRu. Earlier this year, I bought some for my grandson, to be knocked back by a price of more than €12, against €4 in the UK. Are there any poor pharmacists in Spain.
Talking of amusing articles . . . This is one by an Irish chap who might well have moved from Madrid to Pontevedra, at least temporarily. It’s about what we expats have to learn to accept – in his words, come to terms with – about Spanish culture in order to be happy here. I can think of a few more, possibly because I’ve been here longer than him. Tomorrow I’ll post his 50 reasons for why Spain is the dog’s bollocks, or La hostia, as he puts it.
And talking about things/people Irish . . . I watched several Gaelic football matches yesterday, ahead of the finals today, and was impressed by the speed of the game and the skills on display. I was surprised to see teams from France, Germany, Luxembourg and Benelux in the mix but less so to be told that membership of the last two was 50-100% Irish expats. Presumably all involved in Finance. There wasn’t actually an Irish team and one explanation given was that this was a Continental European tournament. The other was that the event was possibly below them . . . Not having seen a mention of the sport in 21 years here, I was staggered to hear there are 29 club teams in Galicia alone. And their ‘national’ male and female teams did well yesterday. Finally on this, it was good to see the rivalry between the teams from France and Brittany. Likewise with the Iberia and Galicia teams. Though I suspect the latter match was more good-natured.
Weather News: The Atlantic Blanket rolled on overnight. . .
At 7.20 this morning it was only 17 degrees outside but still 26 inside my house.
Yesterday, I was reading about logical fallacies, one of which is ‘begging the question’ – presuming something you want to exist already does. This morning I happened upon this example. Which won’t appeal to my Scottish friend and reader, Mark.
Incidentally, nationalists in several Spanish regions take much the same approach, conveniently confusing ‘country’ and ‘nation’ with ‘sovereign state’.
Just in case you didn’t get it, guorsesterechaer is Worcestershire. Not pronounced Worssesstershire, of course, but Wuster. Though not by any Spaniard I know.
Finally . . .
Here is a shark called the Tasselled Wobbegong, more properly – the Tasselled Wobbegong: Eucrossorhinus dasypogon:-
A bit of Spanish history for you, courtesy of Jimmy Jones and his 60s hit Good Timin’ Who in the World would have ever known
What Columbus could do
If Queen Isabella hadn’t hocked her jewels
But she had timin’
A-ticka, ticka, ticka, good timin’
Tocka, tocka, tocka, tocka
Timin’ is the thing
Finally, finally . . . I’m posting this cartoon because 1. It’s funny, and 2. Lenox tells me he can’t get it accepted by FB, with whom he’s having a lot of trouble for being sceptical/cynical. Let’s see if I now get banned for a month:-
For new readers: If you’ve landed here looking for info on Galicia or Pontevedra, try here. If you’re passing through Pontevedra on the Camino, you’ll find a guide to the city there.