Just back from an eight day vacation in Spain. After six months or so of heavy lifting, it was good to get away. I come back to a few hundred emails and a backlog of project work – but that’s what keeps food on the table.
A couple of observations about Spain. Pooper scooper by-laws are absolutely a must over there. At least in Paris, the dogs have to poop in a certain place along the sidewalk. In Spain, there was poop everywhere – in the subway, on stairs, everywhere. I told my wife there are two kinds of people in this world: those who look up at the beautiful sights and those who look down to avoid stepping in poop. Thankfully, her and I are opposites.
There seemed to be increased petty crime in Barcelona. We didn’t get robbed but we met/talked with several people who did – one lady twice in one week. This is likely a by-product of the 20% unemployment and it rarely becomes violent – but it will restrict tourists as this gets around.
We spent some time in a beautiful village on the Mediterranean Sea (Cadaqués) and I couldn’t help thinking that while the architecture was different and the weather, this was a lot like many charming fishing villages along the coast of Nova Scotia. Warmer, as my wife points out, but similar.
The Catalonia area of Spain has other similarities to this region including a minority language population. 37% of the population speaks Catalan – similar to the population of New Brunswick that speaks French. Both languages are widely used – on TV, signage, all the museum literature had both languages. The big difference is that Catalan is almost a Chiac. If you see a sentence in Catalan, you see both Spanish and French influences.
I listened to a pile of podcasts on the 12 hour trip over and back. I will be blogging on some of the topics later this week.