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| Olivia enjoyed being a TV correspondent this week in the north of Spain |
Hello again,
Another week
has passed and now we are halfway into April.
This week has been packed with news both at home and in the media. So let me begin.
Last week I
left off telling you Olga was going on holiday to Turkey and that Zena was
coming to clean. In the end that never
happened as Olga’s Brazilian friend was detained at Madrid airport and sent
back to Brazil on the next plane as her papers were not in order. I think this has something to do with a
diplomatic conflict between Spain and Brazil but do not know the details. So, poor Olga returned on Monday with her
tail between her legs so to speak.
Hopefully her friend will be able to return soon and then they can
resume their holiday. Meanwhile Zena had
made the borsch (Russian beetroot soup) I had asked her to make so brought it
on Monday morning, although she was not going to do any cleaning.
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| We had a lot of borsch with smetana and perushki this week |
It was a joy to
see her but a little sad to see the state of one of her eyes after the cancer
scare she had a few years ago. It will
take a lot of skin grafts until it is healed.
She looked into my face and said she wished she could look “whole” like
me, to which I replied with a heavy heart that the most important thing is that
she survived that most dreaded disease.
What else could I say? I always
think it is better to count your blessings but felt for dear Zena of course.
On Monday many
things happened, but most important for me was seeing Olivia on the television
live, something that still never fails to impress and make me proud of
her. As you know, on Sunday a van from
TVE had picked her up to take her to the airport from where she was flying to
Santander, that beautiful town on the north coast of Spain. She was to be a correspondent for a week with
the programme she works for, La Mañana de la 1, and would be travelling in the
area to wherever the news they wanted her to cover was taking place. Monday saw her in Burgos where she covered
the news of a young boy called Héctor who suffers from the Lennox syndrome
which is a sort of mix between being spastic and suffering from epilepsy. You can see her in this picture graph I took
of different shots of her reporting live.
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| A sequence of Olivia reporting from Burgos on Monday |
Monday brought
with it too the news tof the grandson of the King of Spain, commonly known as
Froilán aged 13, who accidently shot himself in the foot that afternoon. He was with his Father at the time, now
divorced from his mother, the Infanta Elena, doing “target practice”, which is
illegal for a child of his age. No doubt
the incident will have reminded the King of the tragic moment when he himself
shot and killed his own brother the Infante Alfonso, just one year older than Froilán, in 1956, a
story quite unknown outside Spain and one that is hardly ever mentioned.
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| The King of Spain Juan Carlos as a boy with his family. In 1956 in a tragic accident he shot and killed his brother Alfonso (sitting on his mother's lap). |
I later read
that “Froilán” when being admitted to hospital, begged his parents not to tell
his grandfather of the shooting accident so as not to remind him of the
terrible incident in 1956, something the King will never have forgotten. Fortunately the young member of Spain’s Royal
Family, was only slightly injured. However
he, or rather his Father, will have to face the law and account for what
happened on Monday.
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| The King with the older of his two daughters, Elena, and her son, his grandson Froilán aged 13 who shot himself in the foot on Monday |
You may
remember I wrote about Instagram last week, my latest social network where
people share photos easily and instantly on their mobile phones. Instagram, with some 30 to 40 million users
worldwide, invented by another young and clever American student, by the name
of Kevin Systrom whilst at University (Stanford), was sold on Monday to Facebook for the staggering amount of 1 billion dollars (thousand
million). I should add, if you didn’t
know and I’m sure you do, that Facebook is the biggest thing on internet these
days, with the permission of Google, its arch rival, with some 850 million
users and growing every day.
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| Facebook created by CEO Mark Zuckerberg (in the picture) announced the acquisition of Instagram for a cool billion dollars on Monday |
This has come
just before Facebook will be launching on the stock exchange. The announcement came straight from Mark
Zuckerberg’s FB profile and has been in the news ever since. I can see why Facebook would be interested in
Instagram, first because it works only on mobiles, the future of all social
networks, but also because it shares photos, something Facebook is all
about. So rather than live with the
competition, Facebook bought it, taking on too the 10 or eleven owners come
employees and promising to run it separately.
So, overnight the young Kevin Systrom became a multi millionaire. All I can say is well done. My only question is where is the money in
this is as Instagram has no revenues?
That’s the question the media the world around are asking but I really
think the answer will come shortly as very soon advertising, Facebook’s way of
making money, will become mainstream on mobile phones. It’s just a question of time. Meanwhile, I am
enamoured with the new application and so far have posted all these photos
since it was available on Android just over a week or so ago.
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| Kevin Systrom, the young Stanford graduate who created Instagram and is now a multi millionaire |
Tuesday was
busy. I had to go into work for the
weekly management team meeting, thus missed Oli on the TV again. However back home Grandpa and Eladio were loyally
watching her report on a seven year old boy in Bilbao who had saved his 2 year
old sister’s life when their holiday home set on fire.
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| Oli reporting live from Bilbao on Tuesday about a little boy who saved his 2 year old sister from a fire |
That day I
would have wanted to be with “my men” as Grandpa had an appointment with the
Spanish immigration police to apply for or rather renew his Spanish
residency. His previous document was out
of date, so in a way he was “legalized” this week. He was given what is called
a “certificate of European citizenship”, a slip of paper to be stuck into his
passport. This is a process I have been
going through over the years and each time the document has been different, as
well as the requirements to get it or the place to go for it for that
matter. One thing common to each and
every time though, is that you have to go personally. I was a bit put out that my aged Father had
to go in person and be taken in a wheelchair with all the discomfort that
entails. However when he arrived, the
officials took one look at him and took him to the front of the queue. I suppose there are some benefits of being a nonagenarian! Apparently the new certificate lasts for 10
years and there were some jokes about his coming back to the police station to
renew it when he was 103. I for one
would lay my bets on that happening as my Father, despite his limited mobility,
is in the best of health.
Of note on
Tuesday too, Eladio and I went out to dinner.
We chose the nearby De Brasa y Puchero, where we were the only guests in
the dining room; probably a sign of these crisis times. That did not spoil, however, the taste of their
marvelous dish, “patatas revolconas”.
This is something we choose to eat there each and every time we go.
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| The "patatas revolconas" Eladio and I enjoyed on Tuesday night at De Brasa y Puchero |
On Wednesday I
was especially pleased to hear that the Spanish chef, Elena Arzak, daughter of
the famous “Juan Mari” had been named best woman chef of the year. Wow that is recognition of Elena Arzak.
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| The Spaniard, Elena Arzak, who was named best woman chef of the year this week |
Believe it or
not I once had dinner at Arzak, the the 3 Michelin star family restaurant in
San Sebastian and of the very top restaurants in Spain. I took Eladio there a few years ago and,
typical for him, he was not particularly impressed but I was I can tell
you. I think you will be too when you
see what we ate in the photo below. I also remember the award winning chef
stopping at our table and asking whether we had enjoyed our meal!
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| A collage of photos of the meal Eladio and I enjoyed at the famous restaurant Arzak in San Sebastián a few years ago. |
Again on
Wednesday I missed Olivia day reporting, this time in a small town called Alles
in Asturias which has been cut off from the outside world after an avalanche
destroyed the only road leading out of the town. In this photo Oli is in Alles with the team
from TVE accompanying her all week. She
spoke fondly of the team of men consisting of the driver, the technician, the
producer and cameraman who looked after her as if she were the Queen of
Sheba. She used the Spanish term “Reina
Mora” in her Facebook status!
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| Oli and the team from TVE1 this week, reporting here from Alles in Asturias |
Oli was to be
reporting again live on Thursday too, as she did every day last week. This time she was sent to a mountain top in
Cantabria, El Alto de Campo to report on the snow storm. She was great and looked and sounded as
though she had been doing weather reports all her life. She even got on a toboggan and went down the
slopes clad in a wooly hat and her TVE snow anorak. Again I did a photo grid of the different
sequences which you can see below.
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| A collage of photos of Oli reporting on the snow at Alto de Campo in Cantabria this week |
Thursday brought
with it one of the week’s highlights, an invitation to a party to which I make
a reference in this week’s blog post headline.
It was to the launch of Sony Mobile’s first smart phone after the
separation of Sony from Sony Ericsson a few months ago. Ironically that day Sony lay off 10.000 of its
staff.
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| The invitation to the Sony Mobile party I went to this week |
I don’t often get invited to parties or rather
I don’t go to many. In fact I am usually the one to organize them but I
was looking forward to this one. It
wasn’t the new Xperia S phone that I was interested in. It was more to see my ex Nokia colleague,
Isidro M, who was the Product Manager when I was the Communications Manager
there. We used to do launches and
presentations together, so seeing him, for the first time since we parted at
Nokia and in his new role as the CEO for Sony Mobile Spain launching a new
phone, brought back many memories, both good and bad, of course. He was accompanied by someone called Santiago
Segura, an actor and film director of the sort of comedy films that are not my
kind of thing, but have a huge audience in Spain.
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| My ex colleague Isidro M next to Santiago Segura at the Sony Mobile party this week |
I was also
keen to see Russian Red, the stage name of a young Spanish singer called
Lourdes Hernández who has a haunting voice and sings in English. One of her most famous songs is “I hate you but I love you”. If you haven’t heard
it, this is the link on Spotify. She sang this song to the delight of the
audience at the party on Thursday but the stage was covered with a transparent curtain
making it difficult to see her properly as you will appreciate in the picture below.
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| Russian Red performing at the Sony Mobile party this week |
Friday had me
in Madrid most of the morning. I was
with “my girls” from the events agency, QuintaEsencia, that they own between
them, Gloria (left brown) Bea (middle yellow) and Cristina (right pink) looking
for a location for an up and coming event.
If you don’t know them you would never believe they are actually
sisters. I just had to take this photo
of them wearing their fashionable Stella Rittwagen satchels which are actually
a copy of the authentic Cambridge satchel, the type I used to have when I was a
school girl.
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| Gloria, Bea and Cris with their Stella Rittwagen satchels in Madrid on Friday morning. |
I missed Oli
that day reporting again on the snow and was also to miss her return from being
our correspondent in Santander. She came
home after 21h but we were out. We had a
dinner date with our friends Javier and Ana who are readers of my blog for
which I am always honoured. We went to a
superb little place, with very English decoration, called Gobolem in Las
Rozas. We will be going again as the
food was fabulous, especially the oxtail risotto uuummm.
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| The Gobolem restaurant was a discovery on Friday |
On Saturday, for once in a long
time, we were all home for lunch. The
news that day was dominated by the story of the Spanish King having had an accident and broken his hip. It was to
be the 74 year old Monarch’s fourth operation since May 2010. Since then he has also undergone the removal
of a benign lung tumour, had a torn Achilles heel repaired as well as been
given an artificial right knee joint.
That was the
way the now indignant Spanish public heard that it had happened whilst in
Botswana on a safari to hunt elephants.
If he hadn’t had the accident we would never have known that he had been
invited to hunt and kill that most noble of species in a very expensive jaunt,
so unfitting for the Spanish monarch whilst his subjects are in the midst of
the worst economic crisis in recent history.
It is ironic to think too that King Juan Carlos I is the honorary Chairman
of that much respected charity organization, WWF, whose mission, amongst other
things is to preserve the endangered species. The feeling is that with this
incident he has gone one step too far.
The Botswana story may well go down in history as the straw that broke
the camel’s back as far as the reputation of the Spanish Royal family is
concerned, particularly of its King, until recently the most respected
institution or person in this country. I, for one, would not like to be in the
skin of the King’s communication’s team this week.
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| The King of Spain posing in Botswana next to the elephant he had just killed. |
On a lighter
note, whilst this episode was hitting the Spanish media, Eladio and I took our
usual walk with the dogs yesterday, Saturday.
I took the time to try and take some photographs to show you how
beautiful our golden Labrador called Elsa and our Beagle called Norah are.
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| Our dogs on the walk yesterday - Elsa is the labrador and Norah the beagle |
Elsa loves
running to catch a stick like most dogs, although she is slightly reluctant to
give it back, as you can see from this short video I took.
Saturday 15th
April 2012 will go down in history, for being the centenary of the sinking ofthe most iconic ship in history, RMS Titanic.
In the late evening of the 14th April 1912, the supposedly
unsinkable and most luxurious liner ever to sail the seas, hit an iceberg near
Newfoundland on its maiden voyage and within two hours or so, on 15th
April in the early morning broke into two and finally sank into the freezing sea.
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| RMS Titanic leaving Southampton on April 10th 1912 |
There were not
enough life boats for all the passengers. Only 710 out of the estimated 2210
passengers and crew on board, were saved and boarded the rescue ship, the
nearly equally famous Carpathia. For the
most the rule of sea applied: women and children first, thus families were torn
apart that most tragic night in the history of sea voyages and the story of the
Titanic has gone on to be a legend. In a
way it was the end of an era and has fascinated people ever since. Until only a few years ago, some of the
survivors were still alive. Sadly today
there are none.
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| The front page of The New York Times on 16th April 1912 |
I can’t read
enough of it and am fascinated with its story, ever since I saw James Cameron’s
beautiful if cheesy film. Thus this week
I read anything about the centenary that came before my eyes. I also ordered and have begun to read The Shadow of the Titanic, the story of its survivors, very few of whom went on to
be successful in life. All of them
coincided in saying that the thing they would never forget about that night was
the noise made by those left on board or stranded in the sea just before it
sank, a terrible noise they would live
with forever after. One young survivor, Eva Hart, aged only 12, commented to
her Mother from the life boat how awful the noise had been. Her mother replied that much worse was the
silence afterwards ………….
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| Shadow of the Titanic, the first of the books about The Titanic that I have ordered from Amazon |
Now I have
reached Sunday and in a way it is one of the saddest days of our lives. It is the day Susana will be moving out,
although I am not yet sure whether she will be sleeping at home tonight or not.This is how
her room looked just before lunch today.
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| Suzy's nearly empty room today. She is leaving home and it is very sad |
Eladio, Olivia
and I have been feeling strange all day, not quite taking it in and hardly
wanting to get involved. I have not
organized any goodbye lunch or dinner as that would be making too much of a
fuss. After all, I keep comforting
myself, she is only moving down the road.
You will
wonder what the “bozhe moi” refers to in the headline, that is, if you don’t
know Russian. Bozhe Moi means something
similar to Oh My God and was often uttered by my Russian born Mother RIP. I used it today as Susana had brought 3
Russian boys to help her move out. They
are new found friends and certainly added a lot of colour to this house
today. In fact one of them is half
Russian and half from Azerbajan (if that is how you spell it) and the other two
are brothers from Armenia, who have lived also in Georgia and Russia. All three have been living in Spain since
their teens and their Spanish is near perfect.
Suzy, fittingly, gave them some Russian food for lunch, for their
efforts, namely “perushki”, little Russian pies we had made this week.
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| Suzy already in her new flat with her Russian friends who helped with the removal and her friend and neighbour Elena |
So, yes,
“bozhe moi”, Suzy is finally leaving and it tears me in two. With my head I know it’s time for her to
leave but my heart is broken as any Mother’s heart would be on a day like this.
Darling Suzy, I love you.
And that, my
friends, is it for this week. I hope you enjoyed my tales and I wish you a
great week ahead.
Cheers till
next week
Masha
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