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Like father like son

On 31 October 2007 the Ley de Memoria Histórica was passed. It is about putting right some of the wrongs perpertrated by the Nationalists during the Spanish Civil War and from the Francoist dictatorship that resulted.

Yesterday, in Santander, one of the last statues of Franco was carted away on the back of a lorry as all Francoist symbols have to be removed from public places as a result of the law. That just leaves one statue down in Melilla and that's due to go next year. 

Here in Ciudad Rodrigo the name José Antonio Prima de la Rivera is painted on the wall of one of the churches. He was the bloke who founded the Falange party, the Spanish equivalent of the Nazi party in 1933. His dad, Miguel Primo de la Rivera had been the head of a small "council" that governed Spain between 1923 and 1930 and he is usually referred to as a dictator.

As you can see from the photo someone chucked a paint bomb at the sign a while ago and I presume that the name will have to go soon. But the Church always had strong links with the Falange and the Nationalists and I suppose feet are being dragged.


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This blog is now dormant. It records our time in the beautiful city of Ciudad Rodrigo but it's a while since we've lived there. We now spend part of our time in Cartagena, Murcia and a part in Culebrón, Alicante.

If you would like to gave a look at what we're up to now just click on one of the tabs at the top of the page.

That's it

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.