Quiet mountain road, chilly evening. The Guardia Civil do an ID and vehicle document check and then ask us to get out. GC1 takes a couple of paces back, while
GC2: OK, we’re going to do a thorough check of you and the car for estupi … estupe … estupefacientes.
M, also happier with common parlance: Estupi … estupe … estupefacientes? What’s that?
M: What! You know me, I’m the waitress who slips cognac into your coffee!
GC2 confers with GC1 and the party is allowed to proceed.
- Perish, scumbags who work at La Jijonenca, Av Gaudí!
There are two really important things which you need to learn if you’re going to enjoy living in Barcelona: How to avoid
- Entre el roig i el negre
Last night someone passed me, and I speed-read, Entre el roig i el negre (previous ref), a historical novel that claims
Check out and contribute to Joan Ducròs’ compilation of literary extracts based in Barcelona (via Carles Mirò). It includes inexplicable exclusions
- Urban terrorism 101: don’t kill furry animals
John Chappell’s got the latest on the anarchist bomb down town this morning. Everyone hated the squatters anyway–squatting has largely become
- New euro note watermark: Europa about to be knobbed by a (Spanish?) bull
Very funny, but Spain doesn’t need a rescue, honest.