So . . . Was it really the Chinese? Or, in fact, the Yankees?
Life in Spain
I hope most of you realised that the Spanish dinner I wrote about yesterday was ‘typical’, not ‘topical’ . . . Last night’s also began at 10 and ended after midnight. And today’s breakfast will again be around 11. For most of us, though not me. I had a bacon sandwich at 8.
As I was passing in front of a huge stage in Pv city’s main square on Sunday evening, I noticed 2 women sitting alone in the front row, with no one else at all in the other seats. (Mischievous) Me: I’m afraid the event’s been cancelled. Woman 1, looking around: Oh, I guess it looks like it. Me: So, what is the event on tonight? 2nd woman: I don’t know. We’ve just sitting here for a while.
Cosas de Spain/Galiza
This is a video of an annual horse race on the beach of Sanlucar de Barrameda. If WordPress doesn’t let the video play – unless I pay extra – this YouTube site will give you a good idea. See min 2.22:-
The friend who sent it to me confirmed that the police always win. As well as coming in last:-
It’s a strange week, weather-wise. Today is the 3rd morning in succession of the Atlantic Blanket over Pv city. As in the last 2 days, today we’ll see local beaches hit by a cold fog. But not all of them. For reasons meteorological I can’t begin to understand, some will be shrouded in said mist while others will be blessed with sun. Pot luck. Here’s one of our biggest beaches – La Lanzada – yesterday:-
I guess that in the dog days of summer, one should expect some beaches to be bitches . . . .
Talking of which . . . Here’s an article on the myths and legends surrounding one of our more famous beaches. Need I say things ain’t what they were 20 years ago, when you could park easily on the cliff top and just wander at will down to and along the strand. Now you might have to walk a kilometre or more from your car, having previously booked a slot for a beach visit on the internet and waited in line. But, to be positive, there is now a bar/restaurant for you to wait your turn in.
Fellow blogger María has advised that yesterday’s map was missing a new-ish camino. It runs along the northern edge of the infamous* Ria de Arousa, parallel to the (not-much-older) one along the southern edge. Confusingly, they both seem to be called El Camino Marítimo. Each hits the traditional Portuguese camino just after (un-pretty) Pontecesures, as you can from the maps at the end of this post.
* For drug smuggling. See ‘The Cocaine Coast’/’Farina'(‘Flour’) on Netflix.
A Private Eye columnist opines: The country is in a coma, waiting for a ragbag of pensioners and swivel-eyed loons to choose our next prime minister. He has a point.
So, what will follow the Ukrainians hitting a base in Russian-occupied Crimea? Or, as the Russians call it . . Russia.
To amuse . . .
IMPORTANT NOTICE: My Gallego friend Fran is organising a football/soccer match between his 7-a-side team and one of foreigners, in October. In this case, this means real extranjeros, not Spaniards from outside Galicia. If interested, write to this address
Readership: Not just double my normal numbers yesterday but triple. I have no idea what’s going on. My 3 year old grandson said ‘Ask Google’ but this was no help.
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.
The camino maps . . . As if you can’t see that . . .