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The Bird man of El Cotillo

Kite surfing - another form of madness?

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The man with the middle aged smile

Con La Misma Sangre

Jive Bunny's Birthday bash

Near Death Experience #22

El Cotillo, the good, the bad and the unattractive

 Sculptures in the Sand

Near death experience #76

Mirror, Signal, Manoeuvre

Fuerte Musica 2007

Day was Arriving

Cheap Shots

Twilight Sparkle

Life without Pockets

A strange tale of seagoing dogs

El Cotillo Fiesta

Another Fiesta and Oh..let the football begin…

Life as the letter S

Can I get Sir something a little more …anodyne?



Collecting Politeness



Witnessed recently in a Fuerte bar.

“ Can I have some service here? When you have a minute Manuel, or is it José? I say old chap CAN I HAVE SOME SERVICE HERE!!”

Sadly, the same old story unfolds with depressing monotony when we English speakers expect the waiting (sic) world to understand our native tongue. And if we raise our voice, surely comprehension is just around the corner?

Not so.

Since arriving, I have experienced some mind-bending conversations, however what is the point in shouting? Because other nationalities cannot interpret the sounds I make, as that is all they are, sounds, that certain listening ears recognise.

Regardless of how frustrating the conversations become, I find stimulus, or should that be stimuli? attempting another idiom thereby flinging open the curtains of comprehension and allowing in the light of understanding?

Oh, and making friends.

So it was with considerable interest that this week my adopted village has seen an influx of Italians, assumption leading me along the thought process that this must be a major vacation period for that nation, a sort of August Bank Holiday.

Accordingly my almost daily peregrination along the surf beach has introduced me to a number of this nationality, young Italian families, (everyone seems young compared to me these days!) Successful, upwardly mobile if that phrase still applies, the majority whom simply don’t speak English.



Ok, it may be fairer to suggest that we all, Italians included, should make more of a communication effort but it simply strikes me that the British, are the worst culprits when it comes to even approaching an attempt at language.

So while my weekly Spanish lesson continues into month number three, and a grapple with preterite, (the preterite is winning) I have started memorising sentences in other language…. with the German….

…Entschuldigen Sie, aber ich spreche nicht kein Deutsch…,

…already consigned to my cerebral database, I am now attempting the same phrase in Italian and should perhaps try to string together a few apologetic words in an Eastern block argot.

No, the irony of indicating to individuals from around our world in a perfect sentence of their language that we are about to experience serious communication difficulties is not lost on this silly saltire……
….and in the meantime… I will continue collecting politeness.

Talk again soon….in English!!


Surf Bum
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