27 June 2026

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

And, lo, the hunter of the east 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’.

Note:

1. Apologies to subscribers who got 2 posts for 24.6. Not sure how this happened but it seems to be because I’m moving from one WordPress platform to another and I had to re-publish that day’s post after it somehow got lost.

2. This post could be shorter than usual because my lunch lasted almost 5 hours and I have to go out again shortly.   

Cosas de España/Galiza

The green and cultural pivot aimed at saving Spain from overtourism. A tipping point has been reached – soaring local rents, and intense strain on local resources have made it clear that the “old formulas” of mass, unchecked coastal tourism are fundamentally broken. Certainly good for Spain but, of course, it will mean even more tourists here in Galicia.

Andalucía’s accent – Andaluz – can be challenging even for Spaniards. Which explains this account of RTVE using subtitles during an interview. Much to the chagrin of Andalucians.

Posts from fellow bloggers that I haven’t had time to read this afternoon:-

  1. From María here in southern Galicia:
  2. From Noémi in Barcelona: 10 Authentic Spanish Breakfast Foods You Need to Try

Abogados and gestoreswhat they can do for you.

Well, it’s finally happened . . . At 7.50 last night, on the terrace of a café-bar of a hotel in Pv city’s old quarter, I was asked if I was going to eat and, when I said not, I was refused service and told to move on. As were the folk at the next table. Normally, in this place, the waiters who know me give me a limited-time dispensation but this one was new there. Fortunately, there was no problem in my back-up place only a minute or 2 away, off the tourist piste. As a bonus, there was no one speaking English near me during the hour I spent reading there. Plus the extra bonus of no-one smoking on this occasion. On the other hand, there were 4 Spanish ladies speaking at the normal Spanish level, partly to compensate for the radio on the table playing music. Swings and roundabouts. Sad to reflect that this will be happening until October, when the new, extended ‘high’ season finally ends. Actually, it never used to happen when we had only Spanish tourists – June-August – who would never think of eating dinner at 8pm . . .

The United States of Trump America

Trump and his worshipful ‘human printer’. Podcast    Video

A dismal turnout at Trump’s ‘greatest rally ever’ mars Fox’s attempt to smear Democrats as unpatriotic. Nice quote: Fox is a realty distortion machine.

Spanish

  • Lo comido por lo servido: Allegedly, the Spanish equivalent of ‘swings and roundabouts’. Googles translates it as ‘It’s a wash’, which I guess is (US)American.
  • Chapear: A South American word for someone who cleans out the undergrowth with a machete.
  • Chapeadora: A South American word for a young woman who snares a rich old man. And cleans him out, I guess.

Finally  . . . . Did you know?

George Washington’s 110 Rules of Civility

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4 comments

  1. No paras, un almuerzo de cinco horas…y volviste a salir,, vaya ritmo tienes.

    Ya no hay a donde ir por lo que cuentas con tanta gente.

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  2. 7.50pm and they wouldn’t let you have a drink! It’s their loss, or at least should be in January and February, when it is business from regulars like you Don C, that keeps them in business.

    I had this with a hotel I frequently used in Tanger some 25 years ago. It was a hotel used by many Brits, Spaniards and French who, like me, lived in either Rabat or Casablanca. We would all have to visit clients (not together) in Tangier, at least 3 or 4 times a month. We would, however, all use the same hotel. One day, on my way to Tanger, the hotel called me to say my room was cancelled. I discovered they had given my room and several other rooms at a higher price to a group of tourists. Neither I nor my fellow immigrants ever went back.

    To the hotel that is. Tanger back then was rough and ready, but great fun. Every bar gave you a plate of tapas with your beer, and a breakfast of mukle baida* in the Cafe Schengen the next morning was not to be missed.

    I have no idea on the spelling, but that is how you pronounced it. Fried lamb, fried eggs in a bowl swimming in oil was the combo. Lovely.

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  3. Break-fasts from Barcelona. What are the waistlines like? Steak & eggs are better for us, although this morning, I had hot salt beef with mustard, accompanied by a Cointreau carajillo. Temperatures in the Chilterns dropped overnight; it’s a gorgeous 23°C. Supper tonight will be fried pork loin steaks with kimchi/sauerkraut.

    http://www.second-opinions.co.uk/carbs-weight-gain.html

    Thoughts on slavery.

    Watchfully,

    Perry

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