Ghosts of Spain, and coincidences

London's such a huge place that during my 14 years of living there, accidentally bumping into anyone I knew was a rare and amazing event. Here in Madrid, despite it still being a large city, it's not on the same scale, and passing friends and acquaintances in the street is a surprisingly regular occurrence - maybe one in three of the times we go out of an evening or weekend. The Spanish say el mundo es un pañuelo - the world is a handkerchief, which makes me think of sneezing, but I think is just supposed to mean "it's a small world". 

I was reading Giles Tremlett's superb book Ghosts of Spain a couple of weeks ago, late at night, and in it he happens to mention in passing the name of his local bar, La Goyesca, in Madrid. Since I live on the other side of Goya, I wondered idly if the bar was anywhere near me. Then I shut the book, and went to bed, and would have undoubtedly forgotten the name entirely, except that the very next morning, on the way to find our new GP's office, we took a street I'd never been down before, and there it was, the same bar. Qué casualidad!

So as a small tribute both to how much I enjoyed the book, and to coincidence, I decided to draw it.

If you haven't read Ghosts of Spain, it's one of the best introductions you can get to contemporary Spanish history and culture, and it's also full of further insights for guiris like me, still adjusting to life here. Not only is it written from the perspective of an Englishman who's lived and worked in Spain for over 20 years, his personal experience goes way beyond your average ex-pat: he's met Kings, Prime Ministers, ETA terrorists, franquistas, forced labour camp survivors, and jailhouse flamenco champions, to name but a few. Whether moving in these circles or the more familiar ones of bars, markets, schools and hospitals, the writing is always enthralling and informative. Find out more about it here.

Following Brexit, the author also has a petition at Change.com seeking double nationality for long term British residents in Spain, which, although that doesn't mean me, I think is worth signing.

Salmorejo

Why does tomato and garlic go so well together? It's a divine mystery, but in the cold Spanish soup Salmorejo (Gazpacho's less famous sibling) their combination of flavours reaches the peak of perfection. Salmorejo is my favourite Spanish dish, and possibly my favourite dish ever. The best causes me to smile idiotically (see below) upon eating. It's a tomato soup, best served slightly chilled, and sprinkled liberally with bits of jamón and hard boiled egg.

The first time I tried it I found the flavour very weird and confusing. The second time it lingered on my palette for days and suddenly I was craving more! From then on, there was no going back! And in Spain, the great thing for me is that it's available in supermarkets, so I can have it whenever I want; however, that's been ruined for me by my girlfriend, who makes a salmorejo so good that nothing else comes close. Her recipe is a latterday family secret - her sister convinced a chef in Córdoba (the birthplace of salmorejo) to part with it, if she promised not to share it with anyone else. But I'm a member of the family now, so I've been given the blessing to learn it for myself...probably only because my girlfriend's sick of me asking her to make it all the time.
Incidentally, I recently went to Córdoba and of course I had only one thing on my mind - not the Mesquita, the Alcázar, or the beautiful winding old streets - but to track down the best salmorejo ever. Unfortunately, the restaurant that provided the sacred recipe was too far out of the city centre, and all we could find were touristy places whose food was a little disappointing. Unless you can get specific recommendations, it's really just trial and error. For such a simple dish, the flavour and texture of salmorejo varies wildly from place to place. I've had some really good ones and some really bad ones in Andalucía, and the same goes for here in Madrid too.

There's plenty of recipes online if you want to try making it for yourself. This one for example, looks pretty good. Quite a few include Jerez vinegar as well, but I prefer it without. Try it, and maybe you'll be enganchado (hooked) too!

26-J

So yesterday was Spain's second general election in 6 months. I went down to the local polling station to get a better idea of what happens, and to have fun drawing some of the people turning up to vote whilst trying to guess which party they would vote for - some are more obvious than others.

The election results proved last night to be as inconclusive and dissatisfying as before, while the impact of Brexit last week seems to have worked in PP's favour, and been used against Podemos. No party got an overall majority though, and so time will tell what Frankenstein's monster of a coalition will be cobbled together now.

13-J

I'm gradually learning about Spanish politics. There's now only 10 days to go before another general election, after the previous failure to reach a majority government, and I'm surprised there isn't the same feverish atmosphere here in Madrid as there was last year when I was visiting around the time of elections - the Spanish have a reputation for being particularly political, yet it doesn't seem to have figured in general conversation quite as much this time round - perhaps a certain resignation is setting in after the ineffectual first result.

At any rate, the live TV debate between the 4 party leaders this Monday (the 13th June, therefore dubbed 13-J, which sounds a bit like a failed nineties boyband) was still a big deal. Despite my limited grasp of a) Spanish, and b) the finer points of the politics, I've attempted to illustrate the impression I was left with of each party leader:

Pedro Sánchez was by far the hardest to caricature, he's so bland - like a terrifying cross between the man who delivers Milk Tray and a friendly Terminator. He yammers on about change so much that he ironically sounds like a stuck record. Meanwhile I couldn't really focus on any actual policies of Pablo Iglesias because I kept being distracted by his angry/upset reactions to Sánchez and Rivera.

Amusingly, the news said the following day that "all four leaders were considered winners" of the debate, which is like something you'd say at a toddler's party. Meanwhile, the campaign rolls on, with Rajoy yesterday proclaiming how excited he was to be in an artichoke field.

Travel Guiri: Extremadura

A two and a half hour drive from Madrid, Monfragüe National Park is the home of the griffon vultures - 80 pairs apparently; as well as a single pair of black vultures. However, trying to pick out which might have been a "black vulture" amidst the hundreds of other vultures wheeling around the sky, all of them looking pretty black when silhouetted against the harsh sunlight, was next to impossible - at least for an amateur like me.

I'd been brought there by a friend - another guiri, and a dedicated bird photographer. He was determined to get some good shots of rare birds. While he waited patiently for them to come close enough, I simply drew some of the majestic scenery of the park, such as the rocky peak where most of the vultures seem to make their nests. 

When it comes to birds though, my favourite are the storks. They're big, they stay still for long periods of time, and they're everywhere. In Spain, a church tower without a stork nesting in it is a pretty sorry excuse for a tower.

Intermedio

Just after Easter, I took my girlfriend to the recording of her favourite show - El Intermedio.

That's me, bottom left, with the big head.

Every Mon - Thurs, El Intermedio goes out live at 9.30pm. It's been running for ten years now, since La Sexta (Spain's sixth TV channel) began. Billed as a satirical news programme, I guess you could call it the Spanish version of America's The Daily Show, but I would say it has a stronger focus on straight journalism, interviews and political commentary, in amongst the tongue-in-cheek stuff.

It's hosted by Sandra Sabatés (who presents the more serious stories) and El Gran Wyoming, a sort of friendlier J Jonah Jameson, who famously says at the start of each programme "Ya conocen las noticias, ahora les contaremos la verdad..." ("You've heard the news, now we'll tell you the truth")

The above is what Wyoming said when, during an advert break, the cameraman noticed I'd been sketching away in a little notebook, and put it up on the monitors for all to see, which would have been very flattering if it hadn't been a bit of a rubbish sketch... So rather than post that, I've drawn this caricature instead.

At home, because it's live, the Spanish subtitles are always delayed, making them next to useless, but in the studio they had a teleprompter showing the script, so I actually followed along a lot better than normal.