Yesterdays rain appears to have a left a lovely smattering of snow on the Sierra Maria, visible from Turre and LG. Lovely! Weather is currently a chilly 16ºC, but nice and warm if out of the wind. ‘Twas only 9ºC in Turre at 8am this morn.
Here’s a name that would gladden the heart of any Stalinist bureaucrat: Orden de 10 de noviembre de 2009, por la que se acuerda la formulación del Plan de Ordenación Intermunicipal de la zona de reserva del Llano Central del Levante Almeriense, de acuerdo con el Plan de Ordenación del Territorio del Levante Almeriense, aprobado por Decreto 26/2009, de 3 de febrero, de la Junta de Andalucía. No wonder lawyers charge so much. ANYWAY. The Continue reading Llano Central one step closer
A naughty person called in a hoax bomb threat to Cosentino’s Cantoria factory yesterday. Much excitement as sniffer dogs turned up. Teleprensa describes a “rural patrol” of the Guardia Civil taking control, no doubt bravely holding back the crowds as panicked employees scattered in front of lorry loads of soldiers. I’m imaging one of those war like scenes, here. Turned out to be a false alarm. Police are making threatening noises about “the maximum penalty Continue reading Bomb hoax at Almería’s biggest company
Two French students were caught out graffiting a wall in the Alzaibin old quarter of Granada, and now face a fine of 3,000 euros each. They are the first people to face prosecution after Granada introduced some harsh new laws designed to clean the place. Good. Granada’s graffiti is out of hand. It’s everywhere. The place is a tip. I have never seen so much mindless scribbling on walls. Yes, there is some decent stuff Continue reading 3000 euros for graffiti? Not enough!
Just returned from a pleasent trip to Granada, where we went to see Rafael Alvarez, aka “El Brujo”. A surprisingly enjoyable 90 minute monologue about a dead flamenco dancer I’ve never heard of and is quite possibly made up (Miguel Pantalones), but enjoyable none the less. And, of course, the usual delights of Granada. When I’m run out of the Levante by irate locals I shall move to Granada city centre. But only in the Continue reading A night at the theatre
www.teleprensa.es is a local news portal (in Spanish) which provides often quite interesting snippits about local life. (It recently had a fight with AUAN after it published a piece suggesting the Brits had knowingly brought illegal homes in the area). However, the look of the site was always a little plain. They have now updated it, and I suspect I know where they got their inspiration from. Visit: http://www.teleprensa.es and look at it. Then go Continue reading New look for Teleprensa.es
I was recently in Huercal Overa, transacting some business. Being hungry and being close, I popped into Claire’s Bakery, on the street down from the top motorway exit to the main throughfare (same road as the Pepper Tree and Choice Entertainment, if that helps). I was enticed in by the sign on the door promising “fresh home cooking” and felt sure that there would be something tasty for a snack in the car, given the Continue reading Claire’s Bakery, Huercal Overa
You’ll remember I mentioned how a strange piece appeared in the euroweekly -I doubt you read it, most people haven’t- about how Meson del Pobre “apologises for past problems” and has “new staff new menu new attitude” with no further explanation. An open invitation for speculation and rumour, I feel. It’s been a while since I’ve been in there so I wasn’t aware of the changes. The story, I’m told, is as follows: Staff problems Continue reading Meson del Pobre
Me old mucker Colin Davies in Galicia (see his excellent site here) has an admirer, a fellow calling himself Cade Seipas. Mr Seipas has the same attitude towards the Galician language as an Islamic suicide bomber has towards his religion. Mr Seipas, bored by Colin’s indifference, floated over here and posted a few comments. Due to his atrocious language I banned him from my site, but I imagine that if his limited intelligence runs to Continue reading Cade Seipas
Insaculación. Give up? It is the process by which an authority is selected by putting all the namesof the candidates in a hat and drawing one out at random to select that person. Cool. Especially used in Castilla and Murcia, I’m told, although now (sadly) defunct.