While we shudder quietly over
the story in The Mirror of the elderly
British tourist who found ‘too many Spaniards’ on her Benidorm holiday (here) and the report in The S*n
which says that sneaky Spanish inspectors are ‘counting the towels’ draped on the terraces to find the illegal
apartment lets, and the ‘go ahead and jump’ advice to those tourists in
Barcelona with a balcony (here in Público); we
can begin – those of us who don’t own souvenir shops or flag-waving bars – to consider
that it’s now the second-half of August: not long left before this splendid and
beautiful country settles down to the quieter season, when we residents will once
again be able to appreciate our surroundings – and wonder why we are never
mentioned or considered in the tourist-hungry literature of the Spanish resorts
despite our wealth, support and enthusiasm for this, our chosen country of
residence.
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And it's not just Benidorm, those pesky Spanish are everywhere here in Spain. There I was, sitting with my tubo at a bar in Turre when the guy at the next table started to talk to me in Spanish. He didn't seem to know any English at all.
I was flabbergasted, didn't he realise I was a British ex-pat (and incidentally also Irish) so why on earth would he think I could communicate in the Spanish language.
Well I was too polite to explain he was out of order, so we had a conversation about the usual stuff i.e. the weather, Irish whiskey (turns out we both like it lol), his inability to give up smoking and various other topics.
Anyway, it whiled away the fifteen minutes I was waiting for my wife to reappear from Superturre, as, luckily it wasn't too busy, probably because the assistant's mobile wasn't working that day so that probably helped to speed up the process.
So, we bid him "Hasta luego" and I went off thinking "What a f.....g liberty - Spanish people speaking Spanish in Spain -whatever next!
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