It's 1980 and we're living in Talavera de la Reina at Calle del Prado,11. Our apartment is above a furniture store across the road from Simago, a large supermarket. Nice central location! Early afternoon in our apartment building is full of smells, some not so bad, and others, well, they take a bit getting used to. Garlic, cheap cologne, black tobacco, sweat and even more garlic all whiff up your nostrils and explode in a gigantic kaleidoscope of olfactory dizziness. It's lunch time, and the occupants next door get ready for the main meal of the day. Our next door neighbours own a restaurant just down the road. By the way they entertain every day one would think that their restaurant was actually inside their apartment! Through open windows you can hear the lady of the house whisk eggs which she uses to fry up her special tortilla espanola. Pungent odours of fried garlic mysterioiusly float through the air and settle onto wi...
A Memoir of Spain during the 70s and 80s.