22 June 2023

Awake, for morning in the bowl of night has flung the stone that puts the stars to flight.

And, lo, has caught the sultan’s turret in a noose of light!

Spanish life is not always likeable but it is compellingly loveable – Christopher Howse: ‘A Pilgrim in Spain’

Cosas de España

Three sharp intakes of breath this morning . . .

  • The judge investigating the dreadful rain crash outside Santiago de Compostela 10 – yes, 10 – years ago – has acquitted the ADIF company director responsible for safety of all responsibility for the 80 deaths and laid the blame entirely on the driver and the guard.
  • One of Vox’s regional leaders avers that “gender-based violence doesn’t exist; violence against women doesn’t exist”. It turns out he was sentenced to prison some years ago for this offence. So he really should know better.
  • Another senior Vox politician has tweeted that women “are more belligerent because they lack a penis”.

As someone has written here: Feijóo may yet persuade enough undecided voters to back him next month to exclude Vox from government but it will require all the skills of a trapeze artist.

At the macro level, Spain’s economy continues to do well compared with other EU members and the rate of inflation is said to be the 3rd lowest of the 27 members. I can’t say I understand why. Or even fully believe it. Perhaps the numbers will be different when ‘rocketing mortgage and credit card repayments’ click in – ‘given that their increases are disproportionately high compared with all other price rises in the country’.

At the international level, the Spanish state has taken over from Venezuela as the world’s largest non-payer of arbitration awards against it. One of these centres on the Prestige oil disaster of 21 years ago. I wonder if another relates to the vast EU flax fraud of 24 years ago, involving the Spanish Minister for Agriculture.

My impression is that most Spaniards still think all British tourists are hooliganes. So, if I were German, I’d be upset to hear that the residents of Mallorca now put our Teutonic cousins in the same box.

Some folk love to hear the sound of the first cuckoo of spring. In contrast, I dread hearing the first bloody accordionist of the summer. Which happened today . . .

But now . . . The really bad news. The VdG warns us, as we head into summer: No big bargains . . . Summer is arriving [from 21 June] and, with it, the seasonal sales. But this year, traders assure us, they’ll be “a little watered down[descafeinadas]”, impeded by inflation and the general election period. As ever, the latter will reduce consumption. So, discounts will be “not very aggressive”, as the textile trade has been fighting for months against increases in the cost of raw materials.

UK

The UK’s dysfunctional housing market has long been a key source of instability in the wider economy.  Britain has been afflicted by this curse for more than 50 years and the undying obsession with house prices has left the economy dangerously exposed. More here.

The EU

Back the 1980s, the UK’s 2 main political parties switched views on ‘Europe’, to where they’ve been every since. But now comes this (hell of a) prediction: Something similar to that 1980s swap of positions could happen over the next decade. With the rise of the continental populist Right, the EU is likely to be transformed into an anti-woke conservative bloc.. Bone fleshing-out here. Can it be ruled out? After all: A week is a long time in politics, said one British PM, famously,

Spanish

I really dislike being addressed as Usted, in the 3rd person singular. And I never do it to others. But, talking about this with a Spanish friend last night, I was surprised to be told this was still the correct form when ordering something in a place I’ve never been to before. Instead of my customary Me pones un vino tinto, I should be saying Póngame un vino tinto. I wonder if that’s the universal Spanish view. Though I’m sure it is that I really don’t need – Brit style – to add Por favor. And I guess I should be saying Cóbreme and not Cóbrame.

Did you know?

There are people in the world kind enough to offer on a free psychic reading. One just has to click on a link in one’s email. You’d think psychics would know who’s going to respond and who isn’t.

Finally . . .

Ain’t life funny? Two days ago, I was ever-so-slightly disappointed to see that readership was 20% below the daily average. But then yesterday was was a record, at at almost 50% above. I’m wondering if many of the new readers are permanent or only all the numerous US folk I’m showing round Pv city’s old quarter in October . . Vamos a ver. As of 6-15pm, the signs are actually encouraging. 🙂

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.

7 comments

  1. Usted is still generally used with people one doesn’t really know. However, the informal tú is gaining ground, especially among the younger generations. It’s difficult to hear a kid talk to their teachers using usted.

    Once upon a time, children also addressed their parents by usted. I never did, though I remember my mother once telling me I should. I replied that we knew each other too well.

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  2. ” …can’t say I understand why. Or even fully believe it.” Perhaps, a trip around the lovely UK would enable you to experience what rampant inflation really feels like. And this with bank rates at 5%. It seems that almighty housing price crash is on the offings. Folllowed by the pound tanking below parity with the euro.

    I think the arbitration trial has to do with the solar energy bust of some 15 years ago. To me it sounds a bit like bank robbers reporting to the police a burglary at the mansion acquired with their ill-gotten gains.

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  3. I can believe there is inflation. What I find hard to believe, having just filled up my tank and come back from the supermarket, is that it’s as low as the official stat.

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  4. A couple of things Colin,
    In the South American countries that I have visited, the use of “usted” is very and more widespread than here in Spain, in particular here in Galicia.

    So in PV city you have a guy playing the accordion. Here in Ferrol and in front of the bars down by the old port, we have a bagpipe player. Within our group of libationists we are continually asking each other who is going to offer him ten euros to go and play elsewhere……… Perhaps tomorrow!

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  5. Use of Usted.
    In 1960, my mother decided to book our first overseas family holiday with a company called “See Spain”. As part of our preparations, she purchased a double LP record of Spanish phrases, which she & I started to learn by heart. Logically, it started with Q&A at the border. “Donde esta la Aduana”? It was supposed that each of us would be travelling in some style. “Tengo un baúl y dos maletas”. This reply would prompt the next question. “Cuanto tiempo piensa usted quedarse en España”? I can imagine the reply “Dos semanas”, would have raised some eyebrows.

    As a family, we were no strangers to going “foreign”. In 1949, my mother, younger brother & I travelled by sea, via the Panama Canal, to join my father in New Zealand. We returned to the UK in 1953 via the Suez Canal & on each voyage, we went ashore at various ports-of-call. Although my brother now has very little recall, I still do. In 1955 & accompanied by my brother Robin in 1957, we went on two school arranged “continental trips”, touring France, Switzerland, Lichtenstein, Austria, Germany, Netherlands & Belgium for 21 days by coach. Robin & I weathered the culture shocks with aplomb, although many of the other pupils were from Irish RC families & some took a little time to accept the differences. However, we all loathed mint tea, without exception!!

    Our first holiday in Spain was an adventure. We travelled almost the whole way by train, starting on a Saturday at Pinner station at 09-00, arriving Paris Nord 16-00, coach to a restaurant (chicken & chips) outside Gare du Lyons. We found our reserved couchettes, the train departed at 20-00 & we arrived at 06-30 at Cerbère. The train then transited the tunnel to Port Bou, where our linguistic skills caused much mirth with the Spanish Customs. However, we were much more successful in ordering our coffees & bocadillos de jamón sin mantequilla; yes, we knew!

    Steam hauled in wooden carriages with iron verandas, antimacassars on seat backs, no window glass, just wooden shutters & curtains, the 6 hours to Barcelona. I loved it. Whilst waiting for the electric train service to Sitges, mother paid 5 céntimos to purchase 4 small pieces of toilet paper from the servicio de conserjería. Oh, how we laughed. We arrived at the Hotel Sitges at 15-30 & partook of our first of many evening meals, seated at tables with parasols by the swimming pool. The holiday was wonderful & the return journey was even more thrilling as we dined on the train in France before retiring for the night. Paris in the morning & at home in Pinner by 17-00.

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