Whoever
says Spain is always sunny and warm don't know what they are saying!
Most of the time yes, definitely not always. For about 2 whole months
now, the weather in northern Spain has been most days icy cold though
dry, and often with a very fierce and destructive wind named
'Tramontana', so well known even many foreign visitors ask about it at
travel agencies before they decide to book a trip or not during the
months when this famous wind also visits, and this year, now, it refuses
to subside. I received an invitation to return to London round last
Christmas time, to stay over till after the January sale in all famous
big stores as well some otherwise not so affordable to most. I wished I
had gone, but then I was being threatened by Multiply wishing to chuck
out all their users and I needed to spend more time at the computer to
find myself a new web 'home'. I have not yet find where I will be happy
to stay put, and meanwhile suffering as I never did with the freezing
weather, worse than all those years I lived in London!!!
Anyway, as far as Sales, I remember watching how the legendary, the most prestigious department store in London, Harrods, were wildly assaulted by bargain hunters bursting in like tornado or avalanche trying to get into the store, as if their life depended on able to grab something, anything, from the store to show off to their family and friends.
Similar scenarios were also everywhere here in Spain, classy stores as well as street corner ones. One in particular in Barcelona captured my attention in their January Sale, during which their prices do not come down but fall headlong to the ground. As if the sort of bargaining or the general sales strategy, the kind most commerce use, progressively cutting down prices 10%, then another 10% ... was contemptible; like great artists, opera maestros, singers, famous orchestras ... anything in between is below them. They charge sky high entrance or do it for nothing.
Well this boutique, during the sales, the goods are packed and given to you in plastic bags, the kind for collecting garbage, not the usual glossy wrapping with gigantic silk ribbons. Their way of disdain, or undertone contempt, or display of superiority maybe, not sure which. As though the meagre sum they enter in the receipt for you was dirtying their hands. Because of the queues to get in, the battle one has to fight when you are actually in, to get to your desired target goods, and most of all for that contemptuous attitude, I have never bought a thing there. At normal prices I can't afford it, at sales my own pride wouldn't allow me!
Come to think of it, the few years I lived in London, I never bought a thing in Harrod's sales either. I did buy a few items during normal seasons though, exquisite food, and shoes; what else?
Current Mood: 
Satisfied
Satisfied
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