12 - Happy Fourth of July!

I wish I were in New York City right now… or in Boston, like my sister.

Globalization grants us permission to celebrate this big day in any country outside the United States of America. Even though the differences are remarkable, indeed, many will head to the store Taste of America to purchase the ingredients to prepare an “Independence Day recipe”, to inspire the patriotic spirit. Others, myself included, will participate in one of those events in which the red, blue and white will mark the appearance of the participants. The biggest event on the American calendar cannot be forgotten by the lovely Spaniards, who give shelter to hundreds of Yankees (colloquial term used in Spain to define someone from the Northern part of the US) every year.

Who wouldn’t resist living the American dream for one day with a Spanish twist?

Having praised the American super big holiday I must add that Spaniards have fourteen days off per year, in addition to the government-stipulated holiday period of twenty-two days. Nobody knows how to celebrate our traditions like we do. One will definitely find less flags, very few red and yellow t-shirts and no Spanish National anthem in the streets. However, the visitor won´t be disappointed by our folk music, sangria and tapas, beautiful traditional costumes, popular games, delicious pastry, etc...

I would like to mention the event held on my birthday, 24th June, at midnight: the bonfires of Saint John (Hogueras de San Juan). It is a popular festival that takes place during the shortest night (23rd) and continues during the longest day of the year (24th) to welcome the Summer´s solstice. During St John´s eve fireworks illuminate the sky and bonfires the earth. The experience gets even more intense when the clock strikes twelve, just before the music resonates in our ears, the brave young people gather together to jump over the bonfires. Such an heroic deed has a purifying symbolism, burning the problems away, although I have always done it for the thrill of my birthday party. 

We Spaniards make a big deal of all our celebrations, being a core element of our culture. Make sure, then, not to miss them if you come along to my country! At any time of the year there will always be something going on!

11 - Ode to America

America, I love and hate you. What are you really like? Certain loves are
poisonous, yet one cannot or is not able to give them up. I can't make up my
mind about you as I have fallen for you.

My youth was spent learning about your not very long historical past and
present, your motivations, your geographical lines, your heroes, your humour, your body language. I dedicated you my career by sending you the greatest treasure of my homeland, our children, so that you might fill any gaps in their make up by encouraging and fostering
enthusiasm in their upbringing. Like a protective mother I hid your flaws
whenever foreign lands attacked you. I cried myriads of tears over your
honour, showered you with kisses like a lover, and put all my trust in this
long distance friendship.

I am aware of your jealousy due to the fact that I paid too much attention
to my neighbour Britain. Yes, that constant big whinger. I cannot
deny that it really captured my heart with those grey skies, brick
buildings, inspirational stories, acres and acres of green land, polite
manners and precise, clear accents. Being close by, London was always there
when I needed it. After all I could only contact you on my sleepless nights
since the moon closed your eyes when I mostly needed to talk to you. Does
distance make the heart grow fonder? None of us can say for certain that to
be true but you cannot hold a grudge against me since my love for you was
always real and ever present in my mind although at times I couldn't find
the appropriate words to express it. How have you repaid me for those years
of unselfish fidelity and support? I wonder... I know I have found in your
people the respect, love, support, encouragement and honesty, possibly
rooted in your own diversity, that I might never have found in my country,
and I shall always be profoundly grateful for that. Yet you were mean to me!
You never told me that there existed extreme people running for the thrill,
walking in a dream, one day the sun is shining, next day it thunders. You
have most certainly given shelter to a bunch of paranoids hiding under a
mask of sanity. Had I known that all those years ago...

I always admired how you feed your crew with a large dose of optimism,
friendliness, high self-esteem, hunger for adventure, target driven,
acceptance of other people, ability to start all over again after a failure,
etc. The land where there is space for anyone and everyone, the obese, the
obsessed, the paranoid, the alcoholic, the immoral, the suicidal, the
wanderer, the broken family. The non expected child and the single mother.
The brainwashed and the scholar, the blind believer and the nihilist. The
black and the white. The suits and the tank tops. All are welcome and
equally accepted in the gang. Your life is your own business, you have the
freedom to walk on the wrong path, to be the architect of your own life, you
overuse 'I' and 'me'.
You are granted an enormous freedom, a strong sense of individualism, a
bunch of emotional and mental issues, a free license to carry guns. There
you go. You have created individuals who live a life like parallel lines.
As for Europe, my sweetheart, the picture is different. Spain is different,
I am different. Therefore do not try to judge me in the same way you judge
your compatriots.

I know we always walked on an unequal path since it was me who adapted to
your language, tamed your tantrums, put up with your materialistic nature...
and still sent you my love. Yet you are too far away. It has been two years
since I last looked at your deep brown eyes. And I'm just tired out when I
have the evidence these days that you cannot even get over yourself!

Christian Bale portrayed your attitude perfectly in ' America Psycho', ' I
know my behaviour can be ... erratic sometimes...

PS. (I beg your pardon, dear Americans, but do not feel offended by my words that have a meaning that I am only able to understand)