Over at PH. Dehesa de Los Llanos is one of a number of brilliant cheeses from down Albacete way that I have been trying, and generally failing, to introduce to friends whose first choice tends to be something local and expensive made by rich kids with mullets and flags out of what tastes like dog…
The other day some kind person passed me the memoirs of the influential moderate republican writer and politician Carlos Esplá Rizo, Mi Vida Hecha Cenizas [Diarios 1920-1965], who sees his life turned to ashes by Spain’s political failure after WWI and by his long exile following the Civil War. In 1950 someone fixes him up…
Jerez is in Spain. Dickslessia is not our national sport. Someone here thinks it sounds German, but you’d probably say “Hexe raus!” Your Ausweis is your ID. (H/t)
Anything la madre patria can do, Provincia de Río Negro, Argentina can do better, said governor Alberto Weretilneck to himself, taking a break from the commission charged with finding a spelling for his surname that was not an anagram of Erect Winkle. And so he commissioned a premium-rate translation for this walking route map: Lacustrine…
Colin thinks that the Excelentísimo Concello de Betanzos, a small town in La Coruña province, may want to reconsider their self-awarded superlative. Not all friends are false.
Conjecture: In writing about insidious Albion, El País and their Spanish colleagues faithfully copy-paste Wikiclichés except when they come to proper nouns including an “h”, when dyslexic Anglophobia is allowed free rein: Celtic difícilmente volverá a ganar la Copa de Europa. Ya se sabe también que últimamente no es una heroicidad conquistar el Celtic Park.…
The first phoneme of the subject of this splendid story by the Diario de Jerez appears to have colonised the first of the (long defunct) Whiteways Cider Co. Ltd., and they probably deserved it. For Whiteways et al in 1966 sought a ruling allowing them to market as sherry beverages that used the Jerez process…
