10 - Returning to Spain
19 August 2012 @ 20:03
Perfect timing. More by luck than any planning, I’d been in England for the whole of the Olympics. And like many, I’d gone from a level of almost total disinterest (and a large degree of cynicism) to becoming totally hooked on sports I would never normally watch. So I’m glad I was there, particularly as it gave me the opportunity to test out the feelings of national loyalty that I’d written about in Blog 7 “Going Home”. I have no idea where it comes from, and I am nervous of excessive and misplaced nationalism, but something happens when that great Briton Mo Farah is 300 metres from home and the Kenyan guy is closing in on him. Something instinctive, tribal, guttural, wells up and you find yourself willing him on, screaming support at the screen, knowing that in every house in the land the words “Go Mo!” were ringing out in unison And the delight at his second gold medal, and the medals of the rowers, riders, swimmers, shooters, cyclists, sailors and other athletes, was something extraordinary to experience, this identification with all others who happen to have been born on these same islands, just for the short duration of a sporting event.
So pride welled up from the start of the Opening Ceremony, and lasted beyond the Closing Ceremony. I was pleased to be in the UK to share that pride with my British friends.
Then, as soon as it was all over, my attention turned back to Colmenar. Had Rafael been able to make the half-installed air-conditioning in the bedroom work? Had Antonio found me the perfect cheap and ancient little car to run about in? Had the carpenter started building my dark wooden cube shelf unit for the lounge? Would Jose turn up to connect the television aerial so I can watch Spanish television? Would the phone line / internet package be sorted so I can watch English television? Hugely excited to be returning to Colmenar, I packed an enormous suitcase of clothes, books, DVDs and a few home comforts, and headed ……. home?
© Tamara Essex 2012
Patricia (Campana) said:
19 August 2012 @ 22:10
Great stuff, Tamara!
Glad to hear you arrived safely "home" to Colmenar. Busy times ahead, by the sound of it.
All the very best
19 August 2012 @ 23:55
Welcome "back" Tamara, must be very strange to have a foot in each Campo.
I too never watch the Olympics & this time was even more worried about the costs etc. But I too became hooked & spent every day with my brother just watching the television & was amazed at the National hysteria. We loved it all.
2012 has been a very memorable year for many reasons, good, mainly good, but also sad & bad.
Wonder if the nick nacks made the journey?
But Tamara ...... welcome errrgh home???
20 August 2012 @ 20:21
Yes, all knick-knacks safely unpacked - thanks for your concern! And yes, Gerald, it's feeling more like home every day :-)
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