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After his original role as Apostle who spread the new gospel far and wide, Santiago Apostol, became more aptly called Santiago Matamoros (James Killer of Moors) when he took on the role of a knight errant and defender of the faith, a formidable warrior who rides in the clouds over the heads of the Spanish armies, dressed in resplendent armor, mounted on a fiery white charger and brandishing a double-edged sword, killing Moors right and left and creating panic in the enemy forces.
“Batik” is a complicated design-dyeing process that has been on the Fashion scene for over 2,000 years. The “número uno” rage in Paris and Rome for several seasons, the technique only just reached Madrid and has caught on so quickly that when Argentinian Inez Lezama Ovejero moved to the Spanish capital and went into the batik business she enjoyed immediate success.
In this new and wonderful decade (of the 1980s) in which we are living, where is Spain going? My country has undertaken throughout the past ten years a great effort to adjust itself to modernity. In twelve years, since the first free elections in 1977, Spain has undergone two gigantic transitions: the political and the economic.. we have established a democratic and constitutional political regime and carried out an economic minirevolution.
"Be it ever so humble, there´s no place like your own office. I´m proud of my office. It is not really grand, I suppose, less esoteric, you might say, than Mr. Heffner´s penthouse suite in Chicago. We haven´t—as yet—any sunken Pompeian swimming pools, color stereophonic TV, or a heliport with built-in cocktail cabinets. And there is a grim shortage of nude bunny rabbit girls scurrying around the joint and twitching their cute little furry tails. To tell the brutal truth, neither Harry nor I have made a fortune out of our profession of journalism. I suggested to Harry that we might change our trade, and enter a profession even older than our own."
“'The Madrid of the Future'” is a subject which I prefer not to contemplate until I have lowered several stiff slugs of coñac. As the oldest surviving foreign resident in the Spanish capital, I´ve seen some horrific changes here, man, boy and fossil. When I first arrived, the wheel hasn't been invented yet but come 2001 and the whole peninsula will be undermined by 100 layers of underground car parks. The Moorish tourists demanded hot and cold running fountains, and the good old Las Ventas Plaza de Toros is slated to become the Monumental Platillo Volante de Toros. . . "
John Ronald Reuel Tolkien: "If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world." So serve up Escallops of Veal a la Madrileña, Chicken and Lobster Costa Brava, and Duck with Olives.
Paco was not a pedigreed, aristocratic dog such as those that used to swagger down the Prado with their haughty masters. But Paco was an exceptional dog. He had a sharp eye for benefactors such as the Marqués de Bogaraya. As the marquis ate regularly in Fornos, so Paco too would drop in at dinner time and be assured of at least a modest meal and not a few pats on the head. Paco might have continued his libertine life to ripe old dogdom had he not been the unfortunate victim of an amateur novillero who was making a mess of his bull. The spectators were indignant and Paco jumped into the arena, ran up to the clumsy amateur and barked at him from closer range. The matador, furious at the bull, the public and specially at the nagging dog, directed his sword at Paco and ran him through with one thrust. Paco died. His death constituted a veritable day of mourning in Madrid.
If you are not careful, you’ll miss spring in Spain altogether and spend most of your life wondering how you did it. It’s not hard, because the meteorological border is pretty indefinite; one day it is a dull, cold, rainy winter day and POW… suddenly it’s summer. There are ways to catch it though, and it all depends on how much attention you pay and where you are in the very changeable land of Spain.
A GUIDEPOST REPRINT: The Spanish Scene, Spain’s Massiel Wins Eurovision Song Contest, 12 April 1968 »
The Spanish song entry "La, La, La" took top honors in the 13th edition of the continent-wide Eurovision Song Contest held in London last week. Twenty-year-old pop singer Massiel belted it out with enough energy to squeak through with a one-point victory over the English song "Congratulations" sung by Cliff Richards. It was Spain's first Eurovision triumph. When the results were announced, Massiel lit up like a Christmas tree in her sparkling mini-skirt outfit and launched into a real knock-out version of the tune.
Although some passages in his book are dated, they make us realize what hardships The Original Tourist endured in roughing it on horseback across torrid plains and hostile mountains. Much has changed since Ford's day, but among the trifles of which he wrote so well remains unaltered today. "Gatherings from Spain" is more than an extraordinary eye-witness report on Spain in the early 19th century; it is more than a travelogue teeming with adventure and erudition; it is an honest record of a remarkable Englishman's reactions to a country he described as "the most romantic, racy, and peculiar of Europe, which hovers between Europe and Africa, between civilization and barbarity".