Tapas and more in Granada

Morning coffee in the nearby cafe

The regulars include a young woman and her two children. They typically eat croissants (kids) and toast (her) while drinking water (all) or coffee (her). I often wonder why they eat here. Why not eat at home?  Given many don’t have a lit of money, why eat out every morning? Yes, eating out is cheaper here but surely it’s still cheaper to eat at home. 

The very young kids waiting to get into the school over the road today are so cute. Two are wearing large orange horns or ears and a similarly coloured tail. Looks like devil accoutrements. No others are in costumes so I don’t know why, perhaps the local equivalent of a superman suit. So cute. 

Free with a drink in Granada! This happens in only a couple of cities in Spain. I thought you had to have a beer and so expected tapas when M and I were out and she had a beer and I a coke. But no!  Even coke light or coke zero is enough. So, after learning that, today was ‘bar explore’ day for me. At the first I was given roast pork and potato crisps. All for €2. 

At the second cafe I had choices that ranged from fried eggplant, tripe with chickpeas, snails, grilled sausage, meat with garlic, ham with quails eggs, bacon, grilled vegetables with tuna to Spanish tortilla. This time I tried their tortilla – slice of potato tortilla with 1/4 of a roll. Had I wanted to buy food there were additional options. The cost was €2.5. 

  So, two coke lights and a meal, albeit a little stodgy, for €4.50. The bar is shown above.

And, oh yes. In future, lunch from now on may well be at a succession of bars in the vicinity of the school.  

A local speciality is migas. What is migas? You’d be wise to ask it if you didn’t and you are coming here. The dictionary said fried bread crumbs, with garlic. Well, here they are, tapas in Monadil. 

How was it? Well, I’d not try it again! More imaginative people would have guessed just how exciting soft, fried breadcrumbs would be. Not!  Snails are next on my list though. Smothered in garlic they must be ok.😊

Another coke, another tapas in a cafe near school and recommended by a teacher. An egg and potato with a little bread and all smothered in olive oil. Again, all for 2 or 3€.


Next week classes will be different. I’ll be in a real class again for the full morning. A half hour later I’ll have an individual lesson. In the meantime, over the weekend I have to write, in the past tense, what I have done.  So complicated – every time the mud clears and I think I have it something intrudes. Like my interpretation of ‘past’. There are issues to do with time, if the event has finished and many other things. Each tense, naturally, implies another set of conjugations and irregularities. And all assume you select the right version of ‘to be’ (2 distinct options) or ‘to have’ (generally ok). 

Most interesting tense so far is the imperative. So far I’ve only learnt the positive version of this but it’s what makes Spanish seem imperious at times. ‘ Digame’ – (you) speak to me. An order. Kids often say ‘look at me’, a one word order to someone (mira). ‘ Dime’ – give me. No beating around the bush as in english with our obsequious pleases and thank yous. Often intended as demands or orders for us too but given with words designed to soften our demands. But in Spanish:  do this, come here, give me, go, etc. Imperious commands and the same tone is used for advice.  No please or thank you is usually needed.

 I think German is similar as it can also sound imperious compared to english. Listen to native German speakers when they use english. Again, a function of a language and its grammar.  The question then becomes, how much does a language reflect the culture of its users and how much does culture in turn mould its users? Even as someone who never studied linguistics, I find such conjecturing very interesting. 

A related topic with bidirectional influences concerns the lifestyle here.  For example, many farmers live not on their land but in the nearest town. Why? Is this cultural history in practice? Obviously isolated dwellers on farmlands were very vulnerable during the many unsafe periods over time. Did they move to towns because of that or was living on the land isolating in a very sociable country and avoided wasting arable land. No, no answers. As always, only questions.

Some shots

 Yes, it must be Saturday. Another bride being ‘recognised’ be her friends and family. She has a veil and is being wrapped in gladwrap. I couldn’t work out the roles of the guys, offering advice, offering for her or what.

  A typical plaza in Granada, away from the heavily touristic part of town.

  Gutters are not cleaned often, or at all, in many houses. Most don’t sprout as well as thus one though. 

 Washing machine

Our encounter this morning is too recent, and too painful, for me to be dispassionate yet. Let’s say when the washing machine’s filter begged for relief I wasn’t fooled this time. No. I collected towels and a ‘basin’ (my MW cooking dish) and obeyed, carefully unscrewing its filter. Again. Emptied the bowl repeatedly until the machine was empty. And pressed ‘go’. It wasn’t fooled. No flood. No disaster. So, no go. It was still locked, as befits a front loader. So I tried another program. Time passed and it unlocked. I rinsed everything by hand and used the separate spin program to dry it. Agghhhh.

The question for next week: how will I wash my sheets etc? Same way, hoping the machine remains confused but gets it right, go to a laundry or do it in part by hand again? 

Thought for the week

Interesting concept: it’s not a person who is handicapped but the place that precludes them entering eg because of stairs etc. 

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