On Tuesday morning I was being attended to at the fish counter of the scruffy little Arbol supermarket in the main street of Campohermoso when an elderly lady pushed in front of me. With her bare hands, she set about examining a pile of jurel, an inexpensive fish similar in size to a large sardine. She stuck her fingers into their gills before pulling out four specimens which she shoved across to the assistant. She then proceeded to wipe her hands in the pockets of her garment, which would be best described as a dressing gown.
Yesterday the main street of Campohermoso seemed extremely quiet and there was not a single car parked outside Arbol. The reason for this was that it was the opening day of a new Mercadona emporium out of town on the road between Campohermoso and San Isidro. Mercadona is one of the largest and best supermarket chains in Spain and specialises in food and household goods. It was extremely busy. Inside there was a gaggle from Babel as I picked up Arabic, Rumanian, German, Russian and English chatter as well as Spanish. Cloth-covered Muslim women were gazing in awe at the vast displays of food and goods while Christmas jingles were piped to through the store. At the self-service fruit and veg counter, assistants were handing out gloves to the customers before they dived into the colourful mountains of peppers, oranges, tomatoes and other produce with their bare hands. At the fish counter you had to take a ticket and wait for your number to be called before receiving attention. This caused some confusion. I wonder how the old lady from Tuesday would have coped. Anecdote by Digby.
I have illustrated this blog with a few photos taken this afternoon from a ridge overlooking the sea near our home.