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Monday, August 08, 2016

Ponters Pensées: 8.8.16

Spanish Politics: No one knows how many days Sr Rajoy has left as President (or even acting President). His successor is universally(?) expected to be Soraya Saénz de Santa Maria, a youngish lawyer who's been in politics all her life and so has never had a proper job, as Nigel Farage would say. Though, unlike Sr Rajoy, she might be able to speak English. Being short, her nickname is naturally The Poisoned Dwarf and there's a major question I have about her. In anticipation of the next stage in the Spanish imbroglio, has she had at least a massive makeover or possibly even plastic surgery? For she suddenly seems far more glamorous than she was a few months ago. Does anyone know?

What's in a Name?: A Spanish couple has finally been given the OK to call their son Lobo, or Wolf. I know 2 families called Woolf/Wolfe. I would quite fancy being called Wolf Woolf/Wolfe. But that's just me. And having a wolf dog from East Europe. One that eats pugs and miniature versions of any breed. Especially dogs smaller than bloody cats. Pontevedra overflows with them.

Properties in Galicia: Sales are 27% up on last year, but mainly of 'second hand' properties, as there are very few new ones to buy. Despite the growing confidence in the property sector, the construction industry remains flat.

Around Pontevedra:

Las Peñas 2: It turns out that the city's hoteliers are none too happy about having their thresholds pissed and puked on by kids when there's no bullfight on. They say it was wrong of the council to give them a dispensation for their Saturday nigh debauchery. And they're probably right. BTW . . . After recent high growth, the hotel business now accounts for 22% of Galicia's GDP. Involving far too many foreigners, it has to be said. To clarify, I don't mean tourists from other Spanish regions, all of whom are regarded as 'foreigners' by the Galicians. These are all very welcome. In reasonable numbers.

Las Peñas 3: Here's the now-pristine main meeting point for the throngs early as of Sunday morning, ready for a repeat performance last night:-



Seagulls 2: With apologies for the quality - the camera's fault! - here's another of our seagulls - or perhaps the same one - attempting to eat a fish and very possibly confused by the challenge:-



And here's one in its natural habitat:




Las peñas 3: Some of my friend's in the city's most of these, GinKas, preparing to enter the plaza:-



I suspect many of them won't recall where exactly they spent the rest of the evening and night. Though the lanyard has attached to it an horario of which bar they're expected to be in at specific times. I've always found it hilarious that well-oiled Spaniards - or even sober ones - could suggest they'd stick to such a plan.. And I've never bothered to try to meet up with them at the designated time, except for the first place on the list . . . .

Sadly, the nice video I have of them singing is too big to post here.

Finally . . . An Apology: My washing machine didn't chew up my friend's sock after all. It had hidden itself in the sleeve of one of my shirts. But this doesn't explain the mystery of my 12 lost sox. I've checked all my sleeves.

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