Some time ago, in a posting called ‘Seismic Shift’ if memory serves, I had mentioned that the Germans, some of the most passionate smokers on the planet, were busily passing anti-smoking laws, and had wondered, or rather worried about, what that would mean for the future peace of Europe. Well, we can all relax. Now […]

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Hot off the presses: Germany, yes, Germany has just passed a non-smoker protection law.  Beginning September 1, there will be no smoking in public buildings, public transportation including taxis, or train stations.  Train stations?  Holy Teutonic Plates! For those of you who have never been to Germany, a word of explanation: When the Germanic peoples […]

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It’s been kind of fun, for me anyway, to watch the ads at the top of my blog page change.  This is a free blog, you see, hosted by the folks who host my website, so they can hang whatever ads they want to at the top.  Shortly after starting this thing, some ads popped […]

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I got in trouble with my scoutmaster once over a Spanish winetasting.  We were training for the 50-mile patch, which we were going to earn as a troop, and on bicycles, and we had ridden out into the country, met the sag wagon, and pitched our tents.  Then two friends and I went exploring, and […]

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Tapa traditions vary in Spain.  Where we lived near Cadiz, when I was a kid, tapas were set out on the bar with a toothpick in each one, and you paid so much per toothpick.  In Granada, where I spent most my time on my two trips back to Spain as an adult, the tapas […]

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All the information online agreed that at the Café Continental the Argentine Tango club of Granada held dances on Thursdays and Fridays.  How perfectly convenient, I thought.  The Continental was only seven or eight blocks from my language school.  Shortly after getting into town, I headed off in search of it. When I’m in foreign […]

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So if Spain is so hot and noisy, why didn’t I just stay home?  I know that’s what you’re thinking, so I’ll make a few distinctions; noticing something is not the same as complaining about it, and complaining is not the same as wanting things to be different. Spain’s fabulously beautiful southern coast, on the […]

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World Cup Soccer determined the rhythm of life for the first two weeks of my stay in Granada.  The Spaniards take their fdtbol very seriously, they are boisterous in their appreciation of the sport.  A bar full of Spaniards with the fdtbol on the TV is like an emergency at the fireworks stand.  No Spaniard […]

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The heat wasn’t the only thing inspiring about last summer’s stay in Granada.  Just being immersed in a different culture for a time was tremendously useful.  Speaking of culture, I went to two concerts during my month there, both of which were quite different from anything I could have experienced here in Colorado.  The Spanish […]

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Wednesday I spoke with a reporter from the Telegraph, a newspaper which happens to have a cameo in The Great American Desert.  It used to call itself the Alton Telegraph, but they’ve changed the masthead.  The reporter was working the local angle, and wanted to know various things about my relationship to Jersey County.  She […]

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