Dentists don’t often make me laugh. Sadly, it’s years since they were allowed to use laughing gas to knock us out before an extraction. And I’m a really rubbish patient. But my Spanish dentist is lovely. Film-star looks, craggy, sexy voice, about the right age ….. COUGH! Sorry, I wandered off for a moment there! Anyway, back on topic, he DID make me laugh. Continue reading
A bit of fun before the final exams. La Escuela Oficial de Idiomas ran an informal cookery competition amongst all the extranjeros learning Spanish, and we all had to bring a dish representative of our own countries. Continue reading
Sounds like the beginning of a joke, doesn’t it? “A notary, a copy-shop clerk and an immigration advisor go into a bar …”. Sadly it was no joke. It was a week of admin and bureaucracy. And it was time-consuming. Continue reading
In three corners of my life this month a blank canvas turned to life, colour and a floor covered with rice.
“La Noche en Blanco” turns Málaga city into that blank canvas. A night of culture, music, free entry to the museums, concerts in the streets, hundreds of events to choose from between 8pm and 2am and still later into the small hours. Continue reading
This massive great cruise ship was in Málaga port last week. It is either beautiful or ugly, I’m not sure which. But it is big. Umpteen floors, 6,500 passengers, 2,500 crew. It’s the sister ship of the one that came in a couple of weeks ago, the one that people live on all year round. Both times, people flocked to the port to gaze at the ship, marvelling at its sheer size, and marvelling at the idea of living full-time on a ship. Gazing with mixed emotions, of which envy was certainly one. “How the other half lives” was a comment that was scattered across the English-language press here, and on internet forums. Not only the extranjeros of course – I listened in on the comments and joined in some of the conversations of the Spanish people lining the port. “¡Mira!” “¡Imagínate!” Continue reading
The course I’m on at Málaga’s Escuela Oficial de Idiomas is heavily subsidised by the Spanish government (thanks guys!). So when the head of Spanish said we were going on a “school trip” we didn’t expect a great deal, to be honest. Imagine our delight, then, when it turned out to involve free beer and bocadillos! Continue reading
The pointy-hats have long ceased to shock me. Once you realise that the Ku Klux Klan have NOT taken over Spain, the traditional costumes of the Nazarenos who lead and follow each cofradía (brotherhood) in the Semana Santa processions no longer provoke that inevitable first shocked reaction, and you can relax and enjoy the madness that takes over every city, town and village in Spain during Easter. Continue reading