Cosas d España/Galiza
This has been a week for insulting leading EU politicians:-
1. The chap responsible for the fishing ban was called – by an angry Gallego – an ignorant peasant/rustic/country-dweller who knows nothing about fish,
2. The EU president was referred to as a failed German defence minister, the product of a wealthy elite who was shoehorned into the EU’s top job without a single vote cast.
The foto I posted of the odd stalls yesterday was taken in Plaza de Teucro, named after the (mythical) Greek founder of Pv city. On the right is a bar called Banana. When open, they have 2 illuminated statues of naked Greek women outside. Or, rather, they did have. Last Friday night, the last 3 drinkers ran off with one of them, valued at €3,000.
Bizarrely, virtually everyone I passed last night walking out of the city was speaking English. I guess they could all be here for the urban talk-fest. There’s 450 ‘experts’ from 41 countries.
A chap down South, accused of public indecency, turned up a the court stark naked. Some sort of protest, I guess.
More interestingly/relevantly . . . An electric car caught fire in Vigo a couple of days ago. The cause is thought to be a short circuit in a battery. Apparently something that happens from time to time . . . Worrying.
This is a fascinating article on the British obsession with the USA and a stupid belief that the UK is much the same as that vibrant country. Says the author: It is a kind of patriotism, I suppose, to mistake your nation for a superpower. I was pleased to see his rejection of the ludicrous view that Brits – especially Brexiteers – dream of restoring their lost empire.
My thanks to reader David for these examples of English-stretching, from the US I guess.
Brain Stretching: A coffee break, says David
Personal Brainer: The person who leads the brainsStretching exercises.
Fascist: Someone has said that this word is now so devalued that it is now means only: ’Someone who doesn’t agree with me’. I noted this in Spain about 20 years ago.
Finally . . . .
I am a 3rd of the way down to Madrid, where my daughter is not expecting me today. I hope she doesn’t have a heart attack. The rain and fog chose to return today, after several months’ absence. Which is aa tad annoying. But at least I don’t have sun in my eyes.
To amuse . . .
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.