Category Archives: Spain
Watches of unexcelled precision
(The title is from a spam I received today, which poetically reminded me: “Long ago did fashionable wrist watches become an integral part of image!” Ah, long ago…) Yesterday, I sat with dozens of nervous people in the waiting area … Continue reading
Dreams of fútbol
Last night, after 17 days in Barcelona, I dreamed of fútbol. Sure, I’m aware of the extreme passion people here feel for their (our) team, Barça — which includes meeting them with hate-filled protests at the airport and cursing them … Continue reading
A knight “errand”, part II
Dulcinea and I arrived at the Oficina de Extranjeros, near Estació de França train station, around 11h30. There was a milling and frustrated crowd of immigrants outside, wanting papeles and work permits. There was a metal gate with a guard … Continue reading
A knight “errand”, part I
I arrived in Barcelona a week ago (in the famous Spanish novel our hero arrives there just before the end of his story, but (hopefully) it’s toward the beginning of mine!). Spent a nice four-day weekend with my “Dulcinea” (something … Continue reading
Catalonia Dreamin’
I’m Barcelona-bound, at last. I had seven months of visa-waiting (almost to the day). Now, seven weeks after that (precisely to the day), my house is under new ownership, my worldly possessions have been redistributed, given away, sold, or are … Continue reading
Calling all cars
What have I been doing for the last few hours, days, weeks? I’ve been writing letters and calling companies, governments, departments, divisions and issuing bodies, telling them to take me off their lists, to move me, to update or cancel … Continue reading
Things in Spain are moving quickly
Note that I’m no longer talking about visas, or about my preparations to move, but rather about the AVE, the Spanish high-speed train, which today (February 20 when I started this post) made its first runs between Barcelona and Madrid. … Continue reading