Tuesday, 25 December 2012
Having invested in some of the required kit over several years it was interesting to hear how it sounded when played up a few decibels. We were very impressed with the showmanship and special effects even if we hadn't a clue about from whence came the sounds.
As we left (early.. @ 2.30am) a man felt he had to ask us why people of our "relative maturity" were having such a good time dancing we had to
Tuesday, 18 December 2012
Anyway tick on big clock 3 more Spanish classes, but only 2 more sleeps until we head home. Whoop!
Friday, 7 December 2012
Somebody asked today if they have Christmas trees in Spain. Well yes but they are growing outside. There are metal ones with lights all over town and artificial ones to buy. We don't know anybody who has a tree inside, but we have a candlestick covered with a green ribbon, which is fine especially as we are escaping home on 20th - DV and WP. The other picture is what I am making for Christmas presents for the neighbours. I am using Fanny of Netherbrough's recipe to make Marmalade from Santa (Eugenia)! It is so funny to think that during Fanny's lifetime there was an abundance of oranges on Westray as the Spanish boats remained in the bay at Pierowall for weeks to avoid going home due to the Spanish Civil War. So many links with Spain and Westray.
Thursday, 6 December 2012
Scenes around our area this week have been quite striking, from the rubbish lying uncollected to the crowds of nurses carrying mock coffins.
Beggars have given up sitting on the pavements with downcast eyes, it is now common to have someone heckle you even while sitting on the metro and demand money or face a outburst of unknown complaints (they presumably know whatthey are saying it is us who look bemused.)
During the general srike last month I was listening to Radio Madrid. They had recorded a jingle saying half of Spain was on strike the other half was playing football. They missed out the quarter who were on the broo.
The irony of this for me is that after waiting since June for an X-ray, I got an appointment for Wednesday and duly turned up only to be told the consultant was on strike and to come back next year. The nurses marched past with a chant telling me helpfully that they were striking for my benefit. Thanks lasses.