We’re back from Spain. I can’t say we’re very happy with that. But while in Spain, we made lists of what we felt that our holiday illuminated the Spanish doing exceptionally well:
- Sun, sea and sand
- Minimalist but reliable public transport
- Low cost of living
And a list of what we felt they had no clue about:
- Vegetarian food, or vegetable-based cookery at all
- Driving safely
- Plumbing and electrics
(purely based on the holiday, which is why healthcare isn’t in the former list and women’s rights isn’t in the latter.) Then, on the way home, we set off in awful weather on a delayed, oversubscribed train, buying the poorest and most expensive cup of coffee of the holiday, to the Spanish border; from London onwards we ate oddly put-together sandwiches on a careering Oxford Tube, got off the 100 bus driven by the usual taciturn cipher, gawped at the hilariously bad driving in Witney, and arrived home to find our washing machine confused, dormant yet part-way through a programme, and the central heating utterly broken.
All we need now is to find that local shire politics demonstrates a thinly-veiled hatred of women, and that standards at the NHS have taken a dramatic upswing while we were gone, and our world views will be utterly shattered. Well, one out of two isn’t bad.