The horror, the horror!!!
Today the Sanfermines kick off. Arguably, Spain´s most famous fiestas, thanks to Ernest Hemingway, and full of topics and archetypes.
With them begins the real summer, and the insult to taste and decency that takes place all over the country. Our very own little contribution to shocking horror.
And no, folks, I don´t mean bullfighting. That´s way too controversial a subject for this tiny blog.
I´m talking about calimocho. Or kalimotxo if you prefer.
It´s the Summer Hall of Horrors number one drink. Put it this way; if sangría and tinto de verano were Jedi knights, then kalimotxo would be firmly entrenched in the Dark Side.
It´s a mixture of red wine and Coca-Cola, and if that doesn´t make your stomach heave, I don´t know what will. It seems to produce that effect in the people who drink it, judging by the state of the streets the day after.
I wonder what Hemingway would have made of it. He seems to have had a good taste in drinks, so I´m guessing he´d have gone away in disgust, and written about some other popular festivity.
And now all the wild young backpackers out for a thrill would be jumping over bonfires in Menorca, or racing horses in Sanlucar.
And drinking kalimotxo, of course.