I just need to do something completely different today. Sometimes I heavy myself out, like yesterday with the post, and then I can’t quite figure out what to do next. But a little quirky thought just dropped into my quirky brain about quirky stuff in Spain so I am going with that quirky little digression.
The first one is that in the little super markets the shopper is not supposed to touch the produce. Well, obviously, one needs to pick a piece up to buy it but you can’t just squeeze all the cantaloupes looking for the ripest, say.
Another was the flies everywhere, in August anyway. That got down right weird at times. Generally people didn’t worry about it but the newer places were starting to utilize screens I noticed.
On the front doors of the little cafes there were curtains made from long strips of plastic and it operates like a beaded curtain. This is tricky to navigate through when you have a cafe con leche in one hand and a pastry in the other. These were supposed to offer some help with keeping out the flies I guess.
Another really great one was the variety of bathroom/shower arrangements in the procession of albergues. They dealt with the guy/girl thing ever so differently in each one. Just a slight change in the rules could get you in trouble with someone. This happened constantly as the days went by.
Oh, here is one. When you get a pilgrim’s meal at a restaurant they brought you wine but you have to ask for water. Yea, not that I am complaining.
What else can I remember? Ah, the motion sensor lights everywhere was different from what we are used to. The lights would keep going out during a standard sit on the toilet and you have to wave your hand above your head to get some more. It sounds simple but the first few times are disorienting.
OK, so just one more and really people of Spain I love you. When you are at a place that is going to have a bull run and you see all the people dressed in white with the red scarf don’t be fooled. When you go inside the barrier to be with the critter stampede hardly any of those guys will be in there with you.
OK, I feel better, somehow that was good for my winter blues. And again, Spain I love you. Tomorrow, quicky loves, Felipe.
Smiling. An “I love Spain” sort of smile. We would sing “the rain in Spain fall mainly on the plain” (from My Fair Lady) because it rained quite a bit, on the plain.
All this to say, today it is NOT raining on our Vashon Island, and that is enough to lift anyone’s spirits! Better get out into it!. Ack! we could be walking together, but I’m still in my pajamas. Oh well. Love ya.
Dana ~ what you can’t walk in your jammies? We could have a jammie walk maybe. That’s an idea! Thanks, love, Felipe.
I am sending you big blasts of sunshine from my memory bank, hoping the bright rays are long enough to last for you to get to the next warm spot. Peace, Eileen Elliott
Eileen ~ so great to hear from you here at Caminoheads. Please comment away any old time. Yes, I have been whining about my winter blues but here you are to throw some fairy dust on me. The best to you, love, Felipe.