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Even less Spanish

When I was living in Alicante I had the perfect excuse as to why my Spanish wasn't improving.

"Well, you see, Alicante is full of Brits - so we talk to each other, buy our services from each other, we've got a little colony of English speakers, we never need to speak Spanish"

That said of course I worked in a shop that served Spanish customers, I ordered shop goods from Spanish suppliers and I did bump into the occasional Spaniard just in the way of things.

Here in Ciudad Rodrigo there aren't many Britons but I do live with one. We speak to each other in English. My employers are a Libyan/Croatian/Spanish couple and we speak to each other in English. I have orders not to speak to my students in other than English and, unlike the locals, I never speak to anyone in supermarkets and the like. I'm reduced to holiday Spanish (Could I have a beer please?) except that I'm saving cash by staying out of bars. I'm speaking less Spanish now than I was in the midst of an English speaking enclave.

So much for those people who told me that after three months in Salamanca my Spanish would come on leaps and bounds.


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Done. Finished. I'm just about to disconnect the computer and that will be it. We managed to get everything in the cars, tomorrow morning we'll dope up Edu and then all we have to do is to drive across Spain. The Culebrón link below will be in use for the next few weeks before we move on to Cartagena in September. Click on the links below.
So this blog is dead. Ciudad Rodrigo is history. Culebrón for the summer and then Cartagena.
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Missed something else

This morning, as I cleaned my teeth, I heard hooves in the street. I didn't bother to rush out. I took my time, I put on my boots and strolled out to buy fags and a paper. There were signs of horses or mules or donkeys having passed down the street. When I came out of the fag shop I noticed a fair sized crowd by the Fat Tree but the fun was over, the crowd was drifting away and I didn't have my camera anyway.
I've just checked the town web site and it says that The Brotherhood of Our Lady of the Peña de Francia, having been blessed by a local chaplain, set out on a Romeria (a sort of pilgrimage) from the town today heading for one of the highest peaks in the area - the Peña de Francia. They won't get there till Sunday as it's some 50km from here.