Pegojack
Ivor Allchurch
Good morning all, I'm sitting on the terrace of the Telebar in my village, Adsubia, enjoying an 'almuerzo'. Did a load of painting of the house exterior yesterday, so this is my reward. It's a beautiful sunny morning at 10.00am, the missus is in her zumba class, so I'm enjoying some 'me' time.
If you put 'almuerzo' in the phone translator, it says lunch, but it's actually a mid morning meal which working Spaniards, who've already been at work for three or four hours, take to keep them going until lunch at 2.00pm.
Mine consists of a drink, I chose beer but could have had wine or spirits, a salad of olives, jalepenos, pickled onions, lettuce, a bowl of monkey nuts in shell, a massive baguette of fried lean pork slices, cheese and grated tomato, and a milky coffee. I've taken a photo but don't know how to paste it up. It costs 6€, about £5.25.
The name Telebar is interesting. When TV came in in the fifties, the old fascist bastard Franco wasn't slow off the mark to realise the propaganda possibilities. The peasants couldn't afford a TV so he decreed that every village should have a bar equipped with government funded tele so he could get his message across. Hundreds of these bars still survive, ours is funded by the village council.
Anyway, a snaphot of life in sunny Spain for all you Jacks. I've been looking at the flight schedules and I think the next time I'll make it across to the Liberty for a game is Stoke on 28 Jan.
Until then, hasta luego!
If you put 'almuerzo' in the phone translator, it says lunch, but it's actually a mid morning meal which working Spaniards, who've already been at work for three or four hours, take to keep them going until lunch at 2.00pm.
Mine consists of a drink, I chose beer but could have had wine or spirits, a salad of olives, jalepenos, pickled onions, lettuce, a bowl of monkey nuts in shell, a massive baguette of fried lean pork slices, cheese and grated tomato, and a milky coffee. I've taken a photo but don't know how to paste it up. It costs 6€, about £5.25.
The name Telebar is interesting. When TV came in in the fifties, the old fascist bastard Franco wasn't slow off the mark to realise the propaganda possibilities. The peasants couldn't afford a TV so he decreed that every village should have a bar equipped with government funded tele so he could get his message across. Hundreds of these bars still survive, ours is funded by the village council.
Anyway, a snaphot of life in sunny Spain for all you Jacks. I've been looking at the flight schedules and I think the next time I'll make it across to the Liberty for a game is Stoke on 28 Jan.
Until then, hasta luego!
