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Monday, April 09, 2012

Cake, cake, all the way!


I am now getting thoroughly paranoid about the weather.  Today is more cloudy than sunny and I feel the usual resentment that is the natural concomitant for me for anything less than flawless blue skies with an unrelenting sun shining forth in refulgent splendour.  Still, after the excesses of yesterday my reddened skin needs some time to readjust!

Today is a Bank Holiday and a day on which Castelldefels can expect to do good trade with a full beach and people from Barcelona spending money as if it had gone out of fashion, but such a brightly dull day is not going to get people out of their flats and into the traffic jams just to sit huddled together on the beach pretending they are having a good time in the blustery wind which is still with us.  You have to be British to bring that sort of thing off successfully – after a lifetime of unsatisfactory Bank Holidays.

In Britain of course there is the alternative to the beach – the DIY shops.  Rumney Common (if you looked very, very hard it was possible to see a few wisps of grass pushing up through the paving stones as a reminder of what the area used to look like) was full of stationary traffic as the lemming-like instinct of the British for self-improvement shopping during a Bank Holiday took hold!

In Catalonia, however, the enthusiasm for 24-hour shopping has not yet reached British proportions and Bank Holidays are more like what they used to be in Britain rather than the free-for-alls that they have become.

Shop opening hours do take some getting used to here.  They usually open at about 10 am but then they shut at 1 pm and do not open again until 5 pm when they finally close for the day at about 8 pm.  It is always strange for someone from Britain to go into the centre during the afternoon and find a ghost town.  Saturday afternoons are as dead as any other time of the week.  Odd.

Some restaurants in Castelldefels seem to have opening hours that only the most learned clerks in the Middle Ages who spent their time calculating the date of Easter (and burning those who disagreed) could possibly understand.  There seems to be no positively agreed half-day closing in this place and some defy all logical understanding in the ways in which they run their businesses.  They are also capable of taking holidays in the actual holiday time which, in a summer seaside town would appear to me to be commercial nonsense – but it is part of the rich cultural experience that comes with changing countries!

Our swimming pool remains stubbornly empty – apart from the rather unsavoury looking pool of brownish water which does not seem to have drained away.  The pool’s emptiness is a monument to the god-given fact that nothing, absolutely nothing can be done during Semana Santa or Easter Week.  The world, apart from seaside restaurants which have not decided to be closed because of an indisputable right to whimsicality, does nothing.  

Government and its associated bureaucracy do nothing – but can find time to emerge from holiday to make announcements about the most swingeing financial retrenchment in Spanish democratic history in the hope that during a holiday we will not take it so seriously as if it were to be made during work time.  

This is a serious wake up call to the Spanish people, but I fear they are all too fatalistic to take is seriously and will bumble on denying the evidence of collapse all around them.  I say them because here in our little bubble of Castelldefels there is very little evidence of the so-called crisis to be seen.  Prices keep going up and people keep looking affluent.  I am obviously well out of my league living here!
 
The Easter 
lunch in Terrassa was excellent with a truly startling Esqueixada (salt cod with chopped peppers, onion, tomato, garlic, olives, etc – all raw in a marinade) which tasted different, in spite of Toni’s mum saying that she had done nothing special in its preparation.  We then had “blind man’s” fideua which means that all the shellfish had been taken out of their shells so, consequently, a blind man could eat it without difficulty.  Most civilized, even though there were no blind people at the table.

It is traditional at this time in Catalonia to have a Mona de Pascua which is a special Easter cake which comes in a bewilderingly various range of shapes and sizes.  The kids had one each baked by their ever-resourceful aunt; but other relatives had done their bit too.  We had one Bob the Sponge cake with chocolate house and figure; two Barça players on a chocolate pitch; a cake with a chocolate fish from Finding Nemo; a butter chocolate cake made by the grandmother and the great-aunts; a third chocolate cream cake made by the aunt and another cake that we didn’t actually get to see!  I tried as many as were offered and they were all delicious.

The highlight of visiting Terrassa however was not the food but the people.  The two teachers, Toni’s sisters.  They start school tomorrow.  And I don’t.  An extra day!  They looked at me with outright hostility when I told them.  And with increasing hostility as I reminded them at every opportunity that presented itself!

Tomorrow the last day of the holidays and time to do some tasks that a gained day when everyone is back at work!

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