Boy, every year I get worse at this. Some people, actually a lot ot people, call this blogger burnout. I call it having a total lack of time to sit down and do one of things I like best: write…and write about Spain. Writing takes time, just like any kind of exercise. It requires dedication. When I go running, when I plan on running, I can take months before I actually take that first step, but after about day three, I start craving the activity. The same kind of happens with writing. It is soooo easing to slip out of the habit, no matter how much you enjoy it, primarily because, if you take it seriously enough, you don’t want to post a piece of crap. And to avoid that, you have to take the time to make it worthwhile. Not that I haven’t been spending time writing on other things; I just haven’t bothered to share it with anyone.
Plus, luckily for me, not much has been going on this year so far. Spain voted for no party to run the country and seven months and another election later, the situation is still the same. The Partido Popular has taken a slightly tighter grip on power, but it’s still a far cry from the majority it needs. The Socialist party is totally adrift, and Podemos is finally learning what it’s like to me on the other side of the court. Things were a lot easier when all it had to do was take pop shots at mainstream parties. Ciudadanos, trying to be like another Podemos but better dressed and more appealing to the rich young Spaniards who like to feel they are being radical, has begun to come across as an absurd alternative altogether. So, I get the feeling that there is a lot of meeting the new boss, the same as the old boss.
A good scream by Roger Daltrey would be nice here.
The seemingly little impact that this state of non-government, this legislative limbo, is both encouraging and disparaging. The former because it means a stable country can continue to carry on with its duties despite no one really directing it. The latter because it suggests how insignificant ruling parties really are. And let’s not mention the fact the political stagnation means nothing is really getting done. Try doing that at your place of work.
Ok, I’m off to see some friends who have a new casa rural in La Mancha. I’ll start a month long road trip…the way they used to to them. With no place in mind, La Mancha is a perfect destination to start off with. It’s the place of dreaming the impossible the dreams. Trust me, once you are out there, dreaming can get pretty wishful. But, as the song goes, I could really use a wish right now.
