Tally ho!!!

Well, one of the last things I expected to find here in Spain was a protest against foxhunting. Somehow you think of foxhunting as a singularly English activity, and one which led to a great deal of controversy when the decision was taken to ban it finally in 2004.

It always struck me as rather a feudal activity: lots of red-coated men (and women) on horseback, chasing an animal across fields, up hill and down dale. I remember being quite impressed (and not a little disturbed) by seeing just a small hunt go past our house about 20 years ago when we lived in the bottom of a valley just outside Oldham. I was also rather relieved that they didn’t need to ride through my vegetable patch.

In Spain in recent years, of course, there has been a fair amount of publicity about banning bullfighting. Barcelona City Council voted in favour of banning it in 2004 – quite a busy and successful year for animal rights movements! And then in December 2009 the Catalan Parliament voted to accept a popular petition for reforms that could put an end to the so-called sport in the region. The Canary Island apparently banned it 20 years ago.

So you can imagine my surprise when I saw a headline about protests at the VII Copa de España de caza de zorro today in Portomarín in the Lugo region of Galicia. A fox hunting competition? With a cup and everything?

It isn’t, as you will not be surprised to hear, foxhunting with lots of people on horseback charging across the Galician countryside, blowing horns and shouting, Tally ho! I know they love all things English here but that would be taking it too far. No, this is the version where you go out with dogs and guns and aim to shoot Mr. Tod before the dogs get a chance to tear him to pieces.

All the same, some 1,100 hunters took part in the competition and 94 foxes were killed. I have not been able to find out how they award the prize and I really don’t want to know that rather grim detail. That’s a lot of hunters and a lot of dead foxes, it seems to me.

The hunters justify their activity by saying that the activity is perfectly legal and besides there are 2.7 foxes per square kilometre of land in Galicia whereas the recommended number should be 0.7 according to organizaciones europeas defensoras de la fauna salvaje. Quite how do you decide something like that, I wonder? There must be quite a lot of foxes around, however, if we are to believe the hunters when they tell us that three times as many foxes got away as were shot, or rather, that in general on a day like today that's what happens.

The protestors, on the other hand, around 200 of them from around 25 different organisations, denounced the actitud salvaje of the huntsman and declared them to be cowards and murderers of innocent animals. This is not the first time the ecologists and animal rights protestors have tried to impede the progress of the hunt with whistles, banging on pans and generally making a noise to confuse the dogs and alert to foxes to the danger. This year though they were described as being quieter than usual but they do question the statement by the Federación Gallega de la Caza (Galician Hunting Federation) that there are too many foxes in Galicia. I suppose it’s a case of “well, they would say that, wouldn’t they?”

Now, I have to admit to a sneaky fondness for the fox and I have quite often admired the urban fox, crossing the Manchester ring road in the small hours of the morning. However, if there are too many foxes then I suppose you can understand harassed farmers wanting to keep the numbers down but does it have to be mass slaughter and a prize for the chap who bags the most foxes’ brushes?

The digital divide in Galicia.

I love newspaper headlines. I came across one just the other day which talked about the brecha digital which separates the coastal areas from the interior of Galicia.

It seems that some statistics collected in 2008 show a big difference in the use of information technology between different parts of Galicia. Back then (and we must remember that 2 years is a long time in the world of technology) only 33% of gallego homes had internet with a huge difference between the La Coruña – Betanzos area where 45.9% of homes were online and the Ourense-Sur zone which only reached 14.1%.

When asked why they did not have internet the answers varied. By far the biggest group were the not interested – no les parece interesante o útil – 40.7%. They were followed by the penny-pinchers – costes altos – 27%. I have some sympathy with this group as technology hardware does seem to cost more here than in the UK, although there are far more places offering free WIFI. Then there were the uninformed – falta de conocimientos – 20.1%. This group MUST be reducing by now as there are so many places offering free IT courses.

Then there is the age thing. Among 5 to 14 year olds, over 50% used internet. There really needs to be a big campaign to get the equipment into the schools. Most schools we have visited here are very poorly provided compared with even the smallest primary schools in the UK. The biggest group of users were the 15 to 19 year olds with 89.9%. I expect that is even greater now as almost all the youngsters I come across spend as much time as young Brits on Facebook or its Spanish equivalent, tuenti. The 30 to 39 year olds managed a 69.7% usership but then there was a big drop with fewer than 50% of 40 to 54 year olds. The article didn’t even mention the over 55s and yet I know of several ladies well into their 60s who are learning to use IT.

When it comes to mobile phones, 70% of gallegos over the age of 5 were using them in 2008. This was declared to be a big increase since 2002 when it was only 42.5%.

I must say I have seen very few 5 year olds walking down the street with a mobile glued to their ears and in fact only 28.5% of 5 to 14 year olds had mobile phones in 2008. I find it hard to imagine why any 5 year old NEEDS a mobile phone,

However, HUGE numbers of people from mid-teens upwards seem unable to move from one place to another without talking, talking, talking – and I mean into their mobile phones not to each other. This is borne out by the statistics: among 5 to 39 year olds 90% of the population had mobile phones in 2008.

The funniest example of phone use I saw was a couple hand in hand, deep in conversation ....... each with someone on other end of the phone. I suppose they could have been talking to each other and had grown so used to doing so by phone that they were unable to speak otherwise but no.... not really.

I am also particularly amused by those who have the hands-free versions; you hear somebody talking and have to decide whether they are completely and possibly dangerously mad or just having a loud conversation by mobile phone.

As I said, two years is a long time in the world of technology and all of these statistics are already out of date, of course, unless everyone is waiting until tomorrow to buy their IT equipment. This may not be as farfetched as it sounds according to a little something I found in the free paper, De Luns a Venres.

Under the title Algo moi galego it talked about the switching off of analogue television and the move to digital, a process that is working its way through the country and which has been talked about for ages. Well, apparently the other weekend as the switch-off began there were queues of gallegos in many electrical good shops as people finally decided to buy el famoso decodificador. The writer of the little article wondered if it was a case of lack of information but concluded that it was the seemingly VERY gallego habit of leaving everything to the last minute!

One year down the line

This blog is a year old today. Happy Birthday Blog!!

And here we are, one year on, still in Vigo, although looking out on a different view as we moved house in mid-September. Otherwise, we are still doing our usual round of activities: yoga, chess, long walks, book clubs, lunch with friends and so on.

Although the sun is shining nicely out of a blue sky today, I do believe we have had more rain than is strictly necessary in the last few weeks. There is evidence of this up in the Castro Park where at least on set of steps from a higher to a lower level has had to be cordoned off because of a minor landslide. Even so, my geeks incorporated weather chart still shows enough sunny days to keep the blues away.

And Galicia still has surprises up its sleeve. Carnaval doesn’t start here until the beginning of Lent: mardi gras and all that sort of thing. Already there are notices all over the place about concursos de disfraces – competitions for the best costumes - and, more surprisingly, concursos de postres de carnaval – competitions to see who can make the best Carnival desserts!

This morning, however, I read about a place called Xinzo, in Ourense, where they make carnaval, or Entroido, to give it the gallego name, last five weeks, starting yesterday with Domingo Faraleiro. The name almost certainly has something to do with flour – harina in castellano, fariña in gallego – because it involved the throwing around of 2000 kilos of flour and bran, provided by the concello. Some people just don’t leave the house between 5.00 pm and 10.00 pm on that Sunday as they say you can’t cross the road without turning white.

Thank heavens it was a nice day yesterday. Imagine all that flour mixed with a good bit of gallego drizzle!! And i

It gets better as next Sunday is, I am informed, Domingo Oleiro, when 700 ceramic pots made in a place called Niñodaguía will be thrown around. Apparently they form circles in the plaza mayor and throw these pots around the circle. Whoever lets one fall to the ground has to buy a jug of wine. Undoubtedly, as each jug of wine is drunk everyone’s ability to catch the containers must deteriorate somewhat, leading to more jugs of wine being bought and so on and on. A communal drinking game, it would seem! Other activities continue over the next few weeks.

Other aspects of life here remain the same. Car parking is still an especially creative activity. There really should be prizes for the most original choice of parking spot. Recently, though, on one of those digital traffic warning signs at a road junction near our block of flats a notice has appeared reminding people to improve the flow of traffic by NOT parking in illegal places. How much effect it will have remains to be seen but it is a start.

However, some people have problems even when they park in perfectly legal places. I read a sad little tale in El Faro de Vigo about a lady who left her car parked on Travesía de Vigo for five months. OK, you might say she was asking for trouble but she declared it was legally parked, in good condition and everything was in order. The only problem was that it was a bit dusty. Because of financial problems she wasn’t using it, just checked on it regularly and then one day it disappeared.

She made enquiries, thinking it might have been towed away to the car pound for some reason. But, no, it wasn’t there. When she finally located it, her poor car, a Seat Ibiza, only 4 years old, 35000 kilometres on the clock, had been scrapped; all that remained were bits and pieces.

It transpired that the police had noticed the car and thought it had been abandoned and began an investigation. The Dirección General Tráfico apparently notified her that she should move the car but she never received the notification as she had moved house without telling anyone. Ooooops! Bad move that!

So they towed it away and scrapped it. Normal procedure should have been to leave it in the car pound for a couple of months after towing it away but in this case it was scrapped within four days!!!

Fortunately, in this case one not so careful lady owner is going to receive compensation from the Concello but it just goes to show: you can’t take anything for granted!

Xacobeo 2010, here we come

I heard somebody say the other day that she was heartily sick of hearing about Xacobeo 2010. It has to be admitted that it is getting rather a lot of publicity but we are going to hear quite lot more about it. It is only January after all, rather early in the year to be getting sick of it.

Of course it’s all about Saint James and the pilgrimage to Santiago de Compostela and so on. The names all get a bit confusing: James, Jaime, Jacques, Iago, Jacob, even I think Isaac – in the end they’re all just so many versions of the same name.

Anyway, St James has his day (doesn’t every saint as well as every dog?) on July 25th. This year July 25th falls on a Sunday which makes it an Año Santo, a Holy Year when the archbishop of Santiago de Compostela gets to open up the Puerta Santa, the special Holy Door to the cathedral which is bricked up the rest of the time.

I understand it’s also a very good year to make the pilgrimage, which is why so much is being made of Xacobeo 2010, a name which does have quite a nice ring to it.

It’s getting a lot of publicity in Fitur, the Fiesta Internacional del Turismo in Madrid, where you can visit the Galicia stand and see, among other things, the special hammer, made of silver and decorated with lapis lazuli, used by the archbishop to knock down the stones blocking the Puerta Santa. For some reason a new one is made for each Año Santo and the Xunta de Galicia had just presented King Juan Carlos and Queen Sofia with a replica of the one used in 1930, the first one to be preserved apparently. These kings and queens do get some very odd gifts in my opinion!!

Security in Santiago de Compostela has been increased as well, it seems. Everyone expects there to be a bigger police presence in an Año Santo, just because there are lots more visitors than in an ordinary (unholy?) year. This year, however, on the day the Puerta Santa was opened there was an attack on a police car and security measures have been stepped up even more as a result.

Extra police cars are on duty at the headquarters of the Xunta and on the approach to Mr Feijóo’s residence. Cars are being stopped on the roads into Santiago de Compostela and spot checks on documentation are taking place. Pilgrims are not being allowed into the cathedral with bags or rucksacks, which is not causing a problem yet but will do as the year progresses because not all the planned baggage deposits will be open until around Easter time.

I wonder if medieval pilgrims had as many problems!

Meanwhile our old friend Mr Feijóo, as well as greeting Galician craftsmen at Fitur, has been advising Mr Zapatero (and all his ministers) to do a bit of the Camino de Santiago as a way of helping him reflect on how he is running the country. In this modern more secular age that we live in the pilgrimage is being promoted as a way of contemplating all aspects of life, not just religious aims and aspirations. It’s also a great excuse for sporting, gastronomic, artistic and musical events.

More that 500 different kinds of events are on the programme including 12 great pop concerts (although only one has been confirmed to date with guitarist Mark Knopfler) and some 40 classical music concerts.

Now, last night we went to CaixaNova Centro Cultural here in Vigo to the first of the classical concerts on the programme here. It was packed and the Royal Philharmonic Orchestra was magnificent. If that’s the kind of thing that Xacobeo 2010 is providing for us then I, for one, am all for it.

Galicia, gallego and the wider world.

I was talking with some friends the other day when one of them told me that he had seen some footage on the TV news of the recent snow in the United Kingdom. ¡Impresionante! He was equally impressed by the VERY low temperatures. And then he went on to tell me that, of course, it is much harder to aguantar (put up with, withstand) the cold here in Galicia as it is much more humid. Hay mucha humedad.

This is also, by the way, what my sister says when she tries to convince me that winters in the Cádiz region of Andalucía are very hard!Mind you, this year their region has had more than just humedad; they’ve had a prodigious amount of rain.

Getting back to the humedad here in Vigo, a Peruvian in our little group had a minor explosion at that point. “¡Humedad!” he spluttered, “¡Tú no sabes lo que es la humedad!” He proceeded to tell us about the humidity in Peru. However, another gallego in our party was not convinced. Galicia’s humedad bears no comparison. In fact, the rivers of Galicia are also superior to anything Peru can offer: the Amazon, a mere stream!

It was all very good-natured, of course, so I gave in to the temptation to ask him about Galicia being the centre of the universe. Of course it is, he told me and went on to inform me that Vigo is, naturally, the centre of Galicia and his house is the centre of Vigo. So there we are; I have finally got one of them to admit it: Galicia es el centro del universo.

Further proof, of course, is in the newspapers. One of the local papers has an occasional column called Gallegos en la Cima. La cima means the top, the peak. So you get the idea: “Galicians at the top”, or “Galicians on top of the world”. The latest I saw featured Eva Díaz Rodríguez, a young lady from O(u)rense who has been working for a couple of years as a lectora in the Sapienza University in Rome, teaching gallego, one of about 30 involved in such activities in universities around the world.

Eva and her fellow ex-patriate gallego teachers admit to fearing that they are teaching to foreigners a language that is losing speakers in its own country. (I am reminded of people I know in Manchester who have learnt Welsh purely out of interest, not because they really need it in order to visit Wales or for employment purposes.)

That concern about the reduction in the number of gallego speakers is at the moment echoed by many teachers here who are threatening to strike because of the decision to promote plurilingüismo instead of bilinguismo in schools. Many fear that lots of children will fall between two stools, learning neither English nor Gallego to a halfway decent level. Maybe they will all have to be sent out of the country to learn to speak it!

However, Eva does boost the tourist industry by sending her students off to visit Galicia where she says they all end up comprando literatura en gallego. Hmmm, I hope they are directed to the good stuff because I have a sneaky suspicion that some things are published because they are written in gallego rather than because they are good literature.

And finally, I have read in today’s Faro de Vigo that there is a move to make doormen for discos and clubs pass a test before they can be given the job. They will have to undergo a psychological assessment and be able to demonstrate their knowledge and proficiency in the local languages, castellano and gallego. No plurilingüismo in that area then, at least not yet!

Young enterprise????

A person should be able to sleep in undisturbed on a Sunday morning. This is especially so after staying up just a little late on Saturday night.

On Saturday we caught a late(ish) train back from Villagarcía, arriving back in Vigo around 11 o’ clock. This in itself is not exceptionally late by Spanish standards or, for that matter, by Saturday night standards. However, by the time we’d had a couple of drinks to celebrate the chess team’s success in Villagarcía, chewed the fat for a while, solving all the problems of the universe and discussing the wonders of the world wide web as well, time did get on. And then there was the question of eating ... in the bar, which was a bit unimaginative in everything but prices or back home? Life is full of hard decisions but back home won and so we had a long(ish) stroll, continuing the discussion of everything under the sun.

So when I finally hit the sack it was a case of no alarm calls, just let nature take its course and wake up when it starts to get light. And as most of the estuary was under a bank of cloud first thing this morning it didn’t really get light until quite late.

Consequently, when there was a peremptory ring at the doorbell midmorning I was understandably confused. Completely forgetting that today is, after all, Sunday, I leapt out of bed, convinced that the postman was ringing the doorbell waiting to deliver some important parcel. So I flung on my dressing gown, pushed the hair out of my eyes and fought with the keys that refused to open the door, all the while calling, “Voy, voy. Un momento”.

When I finally got the door open, there was no-one there, just an empty doorway. I peered out onto the landing. There, at the next door I spied him, a young lad, aged about 12 or 13, armed with a shopping trolley full of packets of croissants. He was going from door to door, asking residents if they wanted to buy any croissants. Clearly he was a very enterprising young man, if rather inarticulate; it was very hard to understand what he mumbled at me.

What is this, I wondered, bob-a-job week? Is he a lost Boy Scout trying to earn his Young Capitalist badge? Is he on a Young Enterprise scheme? Has Felipe, Príncipe de Asturias, set up a Prince’s Trust to rival, or emulate, our own Prince Charles?

Whatever the truth of the matter, this bleary-eyed blogger said, “No, nada gracias”, shut the door and went back to bed.

On losing and gaining millions.

Today I am in Villagarcía de Arousa, up the coast from Pontevedra, a place lots of people come to in the summer time for its sunny beach but today rather grey and damp. Once again, I am serving as unofficial mascot to the chess team and manager, personal assistant, general secretary to my chessplaying husband. But I have discovered a thing or two to tell about Villagarcía de Arousa.

I did mention the other day that Galicia almost got blown away in the night. Well it seems that Villagarcía suffered quite a lot in that storm. One of its major roads was destroyed “by the fury of the sea”, as La Voz de Galicia put it, and a major section of the port was damaged to the tune of 600,000 euros worth of repair work.

Many people, of course, have practically lost their livelihood. Out in the bay are bateas, floating platforms where mussels are farmed. Most of these were just so tossed around in the storm that the harvest is gone and the platforms themselves need repairing. Not only have they lost the mussels that were ready for collecting, however, but the young, growing mussels have also been washed out to sea.

That’s another of my favourite dishes that’s going to go up in price next time I go out for tapas. It’s bad enough that gambas al ajillo cost an arm and a leg. Now mejillones of any kind are going to follow suit.

It wasn’t just out in the bay that people’s livelihood suffered though. Inland from the coast the huge plastic greenhouses were quite unable to withstand the force of the storm and in some cases were completely ruined. Some producers are going to have to spend millions to get back into business.

There is some controversy about this storm because it appears that the weathermen knew it was coming but failed to let the government of Galicia know about it. At 11.30 pm on Wednesday the MeteoGalicia website had a notice of Yellow Alert for all Galicia but no official warnings went out and so protective measures were not put into place. No-one understands how it happened but an investigation is taking place!!! Who will get blown away by this storm, I wonder!

There are some odd results of the storm as well, however. La Plaza Elíptica, well known for its strange metallic sculptures had some additional artwork courtesy of the wind. Some of it even ended up on one resident’s balcony. Fortunately, indeed quite amazingly, no-one was hurt by that bit of the storm.

Meanwhile, in other parts of Spain, rather than losing millions, some people are gaining them. I read this morning that a certain Juan Ignacio Balada, a wealthy mallorquín, died in November and left half his fortune to the Príncipes de Asturias and the eight grandchildren of King Juan Carlos and Queen Sofia.

Now I know that the Spanish royal family is not as phenomenally rich as the British one but, even so, I don’t believe the offspring really need a great deal of financial assistance.

Before I get too worked up about it though, I must remember that he has requested that the other half of his fortune (total amount as yet undisclosed) should be used by Prince Felipe to set up a foundation for topics of general interest. So we can assume that the Spanish public will also benefit.