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The ageless charm of a town off the beaten track. You'll have to read Juan Angel Serna's moving full account because a pat description here of his beloved town will do the it and him uncalled for injustice.
The Isidril month of June 1983 got off to a good start with a fine corrida from Alonso Moreno which facilitated the triumphs of the toreros. At the end of the Festival in June, But at the end of the Festival, the Salvador Guardiola Fantoni bulls did not facilitate the success of the toreros. Dámaso González was his usual valiant and determined self and could have cut an ear from his second bull but he had difficulty with the kill. José Ortega Cano did not have his lucky afternoon either. Thankfully, Jose Nelo “Morenito de Maracay” went all out and earned the applause of the public for his efforts.
There has always been a lot of talk about the injustices and indignities the “poor bull” has to suffer. But what about the Man? Matador Curro Vazquez suffered a tremendous goring during the San Isidro Fair, resulting in the severing of the femoral artery. Had this occurred in a smaller ring, a provincial town, Curro would not be around to talk about it. Manuel Granero was killed instantly in the plaza of Madrid on May 7th 1922. . .
GUIDEPOST REPRINT: “NEWS BACKGROUND: Felipe Ponders his Cabinet as the Rest Ponder their Future,” 12 NOVEMBER 1982 »
As president-elect Felipe Gonzalez pondered the construction of his new Socialist government, the leaders of the other major parties pondered their future amid the shambles of electoral defeat.
With opening words from the elegant and almost unintellibly literate Francisco Umbral, El Pais columnist and self-ordained “public scandal,” the Festivals of San Isidro made May in Madrid a memorable and musically delightful experience. Calling on the Madrileños to join in the festivities planned by the Madrid City Hall, with blessings from the tender Tierno Galvan, mayor and host for the week-long fiestas, Francisco Umbral delighted the crowd with his assonant, consonant, alliterative and onomatopoeic prose lauding Madrid for its beauty and dignified decrepitude
News Briefs. Madrid: May Polls. Madrid: Dalí exhibition; Zaragoza: Ecologists save el Galacho
My daughter Teresa who is nearly nine has suffered from severe cerebral palsy since birth. In 1986 I saw three or four programmes on television about the Peto Institute in Budapest. And there we went at the end of June. Although Teresa is only supposed to be affected physically, the first assessment classed her as ‘severely mentally handicapped’. I have no guarantee that the Peto method is the best the world can offer but studying their theories it seems to be a fairly logical type of treatment for a child like mine. But perhaps Teresa’s saving grace is her great sense of humour and her large brown eyes that try to make up for her difficulty in communicating. Her brother and sister spend some time fighting together but they also look after Teresa wonderfully, in an extremely unselfish way, and they try to make sure I do the same – they certainly let me know if I don’t.
The irrepressible tendency of citizens to risk a bit of their hard earned cash in the hope of gaining a sizeable piece of real estate in the Milky Way has been turned to good advantage. In the form of National Lotteries it provides the only form of taxation where the tax payers queue up to contribute their share of the National Expenditure and get quite a thrill out of doing so.
Thirty-two years ago, this lovely article was published in Guidepost. Age hasn't dimmed its vividness. And Spain at Christmas, as the writer described it, still is very much the same despite Santa Claus, the Christmas trees and the Christmas lights which, on the other hand, are welcome imports. FELIZ NAVIDAD everyone!
Iceland is a land of misconceptions. There are neither polar bears nor Eskimos on the island, and Detriot gets more snow than Reykjavik. New Yorkers shiver through lower January temperatures than residents here in the world’s northernmost capital. And the landscape’s predominant colour is not white but green