Measuring the Roadblock
I apologize that there are no photos to go with this post . . . yet. I hope to have some soon. Sometimes things that define a culture are the smallest, most simple details. Seemingly insignificant, they manage to represent a far broader reality than their actuality. In our family, we have a running joke about the Spanish Roadblock. This has nothing whatsoever to do with driving in Spain – thank heavens. Having done that a couple of times, I am completely content to walk 10 -12 miles a day and live without a car here. I’ve talked about the tiny, narrow streets. Far more dangerous and frustrating are the constant, unannounced and unexpected changes in direction of the many one way streets, the impossibility of making a left-hand turn, and the constant presence of road construction, changing all the rules that I didn’t understand in the first place. Then there’s the issue of parking. I so prefer walking. The Spanish Roadblock has to do with pedestrian traffic. If the st