Spanish views from a small town

Sometimes you open up the online newspaper and you read the zaniest things. What kind of people are we surrounded with? When standing in a queue provokes a fight, you know there's a special shade of crazy tinting some people. I went to the supermarkets at Boiro this morning, to get the ingredients for a special dinner tonight. I didn't see anything out of the ordinary, but apparently, a fight broke out and spilled out into the street over who was first in line at the counter. Not all checkout counters are open in each store at all times. Maybe there are three or four, even five, but the only time they are all manned is during special shopping seasons, such as the day before Christmas, when everyone has something special left to buy for Christmas Eve dinner.  So, if a line begins to snake into the aisles, an employee will be called to open another counter. When that happens, people are supposed to queue up at it in the order they were at the other one. Sometimes, it happens tha...

Today I finished the last apple and cinnamon Greek yoghurt I bought the other day in Portugal. It was delicious and, unfortunately, only a Portuguese thing as far as I can find. I've never seen that flavor in Spain. It's funny how just across a border supermarkets and their contents change. I assume most companies do research on likes, dislikes, and habits of customers by country. Sometimes they will probably research local dishes and ingredients used, so that, for example, you might not find salt pork in such abundance, say, in Catalunya, as you do in Galicia. I know they're looking to maximize income and minimize loss, but there are moments when you want to eat something not common to your area and would like to find the ingredients. Salt pork was not easy to find in Boston. My mother would buy certain pieces fresh and salt it down at home to make caldo galego on Sundays. And I assume someone from other parts of Spain would like to find ingredients here to make their ...