Although as soon as I read this post the “classes” will be about to start, I’m writing in the summer vacation arena, and I’m guided by a hits of feeling. The weather in general has helped but in the landscape, the changes have been noticeable. The streets of the cities and the festivals of the villages have changed dramatically. The streets of the cities have been captured by foreign languages; all the actions organized with the help of the Spanish Government have been present here and there through giant posters; in the parks, we have been able to enjoy the performance organized by the Association of Writers of the Basque Country, although within this Writers of the Basque Country no Basque is included, maleruski; and the Basque theater has had some small street corner, here or there, in the liver of the great productions of the streets of the theaters. The atmosphere in the villages has been “also” quiet. There hasn't been enough trouble to get to Basque Television. That’s when things get worse: on TV. Meanwhile, blogs have recognized that everything is going well, in the absence of a television audience.

That's what I was saying. That the festivities in the villages have been “also” quiet. But a change has caught my mind. The bars have taken tables and chairs out onto the streets. Every corner has been filled with terraces. And the terraces of people who want to enjoy the good weather and the atmosphere. But there were people. Take a look at it. Hardly daring to think. And so on until lunch or dinner. And when it’s time to eat, take a combo dish on the spot and spend the rest of the time watching the anticipation passing through the front, or head to another restaurant or bar hole. From the chair to the chair.

Until now, we have gathered even more in special celebrations, especially large groups in the birdhouse or family, or in the garage, or in the corner. He has always been adept at buying and cooking food, as well as being adept at organizing the festive atmosphere next door. It doesn’t take much to finish the tomato in the salad, the marmite next to it or the roasted tuna and the ice cream. Now, for dessert, you need a hand sound or a whistle and a tambourine. And in the absence of them, we were also satisfied with the guitar.

If not now. Now, the trend is to go to the restaurant. And not in large groups, but in the number of couples counted. The problem is not the crisis. But the drive and the lack of enthusiasm for work. We got bored and lazy. Bored of being “always some” who do the work. Lazy to think about what contribution each individual can make, even for fun. Conclusion, everyone to the restaurant and pax cristi.
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have studied the situation with those around me and the crisis is not evil. Because people don't make less dinners or meals than they used to. It's dinners or lunches that require less commitment. Not only do we get to meet with old friends, but we also get to meet new friends, now that we like them. And it wouldn’t be a bad thing if this trend wasn’t the main reason, answers like “you have to hang on to the old one more”, or “you pay more in the restaurant but all the same”. And the humor, the atmosphere, the singing and the celebration, “this is also always brought to the table by some and it is the same whether it is in the lonja or in the garage or in the restaurant, as long as the meal does not deteriorate”. So the festive landscapes, not so much on paper but on the streets and on the corners of the streets, have changed
perfectly. They said they were more European. More international ones. More welcoming for people coming from abroad. That's all right. Because we want the outsiders to come and count. What they have told, and how they will tell it, is also important.