I’m reposting this piece as an introduction to a series on our wild and wacky life in Spain; which really is a parallel universe. Although the series is tongue-in-cheek, it isn’t all that far from the truth. I’ll let you know in advance which bits are well over the top. I had just applied the blazing tumbler to Paco’s bare back, when Fraquito, the transvestite goat-herd, came to invite us to coffee at the hogar de jubilados. ( That’s a sort of bar/clubroom for elderly people that most Spanish... Sign in to see full entry.