Spain has a branding problem. Massive unemployment and political corruption aren’t giving the Spanish anything to brag about when they go abroad – or, more accurately, emigrate in
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Buy me, I’m Spanish: Spain’s brand identity crisis on the world market
It was back in 1952 when a Spanish director Luis García Berlanga filmed his now legendary Bienvenido Mr. Marshall about a small town in central Spain preparing for
Is Madrid going downhill?
Well, it’s over here in Madrid. (Sorry, everyone…) Recently, El País has announced that Madrid is in a downhill slide. They say that the city is not a
In Which the Author Realizes He’s Out of Touch with the Youth
At the hamburger restaurant in downtown Vigo there’s a guy eating alone at the next table. I’m doing my usual thing of talking much louder than most other English
Going to Galicia on the Train Macabre – not a Galicia travel guide
The high-speed train leaves Chamartín station more than 10 minutes late… Full of young girls showing a lot of leg on the way to the beach and metalhead
Are Europeans More Civilized than Americans?
Zio Enzo is possibly not the uncle of anyone I know. In any case, he’s a toothless 70-something Italian man who everybody is calling Uncle. He’s wearing a
The Brain Drain in Spain 2: Flight to London
If you want to be kind of depressed – and your Spanish is up to it – go read the article published in El País Semanal yesterday entitled
Spanish Red Wine Regions: Rioja, Ribera del Duero and Valdepeñas
Looking for info on the Spanish red wine regions? You’re in the right place. Today I’m going to talk about a topic which is important for all of
The Running of the Bulls (in Pamplona and elsewhere)
This week Pamplona (a city in the northern region of Navarra) celebrates the festival of San Fermín – the famous running of the bulls that Hemingway immortalized in
Street English: a selection of pickup lines in English and Spanish
A friend of mine has an enormous collection of English textbooks and phrasebooks at home, and when I flip through them, I’m struck with how perfectly useless most
