Sunday, September 11, 2005

On Spaniards

Spaniards. They sit in the park on Sundays. They let their dogs off the leash on the sidewalk and leave them outside when they slip into the bakery. They drink beer outside everyday. They eat dinner at 11:00, drink coffee at 8:00, and every weekend they party in between. Old men and children and girls and teenagers and dads play futbol together. They take two hours for lunch everyday. They drink lots of water. They make their own sandwiches. They buy bread and fruit every morning. They embrace mullets. They ride the bus. They listen to the same five songs in every bar and everyone sings along. They all smoke cigarettes. They age slowly. They let old people pass unobstructed. They make you feel at home. They smile on the street. Children chase each other in the grass. They love their country. They embrace their tradition. They welcome communication, especially with foreigners. No one works before 9:00. People clean streets and parks. Everyone gets medical treatment. They meet at cafes before work. They drink fresh squeezed orange juice. Each city has a festival every two months. They sings songs on the street. Everyone is on the same schedule. They go out in the sun together. They sit at cafes together. They go to bed together. They stretch in the grass together. They shop at the same time. They talk to each other. Nothing is open on Sunday except cafes. College costs 600 euros a year. They get married when they're 35. They swim in rivers. They sunbathe on hillsides. They rest on benches. They let their dogs' hair grow long. They shave parts of their head. They don't make a lot of money. Everyone gets kisses on the cheeks, even strangers. They make the most delicious ham. There is a bakery on every corner. There are two bars on every corner. A bottle of wine is included with entrees. They plant trees on the sidewalk. They plant trees in the middle of the street. They ride scooters. They drive small cars quickly. They manually shift. They wear clothes proudly. They wear colorful shoes. They support their children. Each neighborhood has a weeklong festival every year. They are agile and lean. Everyone is allowed to show skin. They convert euros to pesetas in their heads. They speak quickly and vigorously. They slow the passing of time.

1 comment:

Jim Weaver said...

Enjoy it while you can because before you know it you'll be on someone's payroll and wondering which high-end luxury sedan to buy. And don't forget the choice of ultra-swank country clubs pandering for you presence. Marry the bosse's lovely daughter and learn to play polo or become a gringo-futbol star. The choice is yours on the "Price You Pay"!