Pincho’ed

There are these little snacks in parts of Spain, called pinxto (I think) or pincho. Tiny bites – that’s what everyone seems to eat. You sample a bit of everything, but how do you know when you’ve actually had a meal’s worth of food?

That’s how I’m experiencing this country. Zaragoza, Bilbao and now Madrid, over the course of a few days. The shows have been good, if a little odd – a small theatre, a meeting room for Bilbao lawyers, seriously, and an outdoor park last night for the CulturaPop fest, which was going great but the power kept cutting out. At one point we wondered why everyone was waving their arms wildly and clapping above their heads – we hadn’t realized we were no longer going through the P.A! The audience was trying to tell us but also trying to keep the party going…

In Bilbao some nasty thief did a little “pincho” on the van – stealing only the GPS and Eric’s mobile phone. The fool left behind a power drill, a nice assortment of vintage towels and a whole load of menopause vitamins and herbal supplements, luckily.

So we stopped north of Madrid at a Carrefour, just like the Carrefours (sort of like WalMart) in France, only with a massive selection of hams and louder-colored lingerie, to get a new navigation system. There we saw possibly the whole of the city stocking up for the weekend. Not the best introduction to a place! Since then we’ve had the luxury of the same hotel for a few days but from what I can see it looks like we’re in…Queens?

We’re off to find the Prado now. And something (and something else…and something else…) to eat.

3 thoughts on “Pincho’ed

  1. Anonymous

    Lol. At least the food is edible. We had a kinda weird experience in Granada where the tapas were to die for but you could have died eating the restaurant meals there. Since then Magda, who is Spanish, from our local veggie organic tapas bar has opened up a second organic veggie tapas bar in guess where? Granada. Great, except we’re not there now, we’re here! Bad luck about the GPS though.

  2. amy

    I’m up for tapas now, on our day off. It’s hard with performing, because you never get enough to eat no matter where you are, so to have the food portioned out in tiny bites makes it doubly hard.hopefully we’ll make it to Granada next time, it must be lovely.

  3. Non Je Ne Regrette Rien

    oh bummer. i’m sorry you had shitty luck. and yeah, while I waxed poetically about the Pyrenees, it is kind of weird how there are these high-rise apt towns rising up between the mountains…. but that is what is cool about going somewhere else. how different it can be!

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