OH! THE INEFFABLE JOYS OF BEING AN EXTRANJERO JUBILADO IN SPAIN!!!
Oh, dear! Oh, dear, oh, dear, oh, dear! When will it all end? Will there never be a moment’s respite from this endless fiesta, feria and party-going? I mean being a jubilado means you’re s’posed to take it easy, doesn’t it? It’s a lovely word, jubilado, isn’t it? One can picture old dudes and dudesses by the thousand running out into the streets ( or zimmering, if appropriate ): crying, “ Jubilation! I’m retired at last!” Come to think of it, wouldn’t that make a wonderful hot-gospellin’ hymn? I... Sign in to see full entry.