Word: fronteras
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...tumultuous, even ecstatic crowds. The King impressed the throngs at Montserrat by addressing them in the Catalan language. Many villages and small towns they visited were enveloped in a fiesta atmosphere. Crude posters of support sprouted in the dusty plazas, though some signs, as in Jerez de la Frontera, aired complaints: THE COTTON INDUSTRY is DYING. Carefully, Juan Carlos responded: "On such a short visit I am not in a position to examine all your problems, but we take note of them." Dismayed at first by the prospect of pressing the flesh, Juan Carlos was soon chuckling at the experience?...
...grape country around Cadiz. On the dusty railroad platform, the stationmaster nervously paced back and forth waiting for the expected passengers, seasonal workers who commute to their jobs in the vineyards. But scarcely a soul showed up at the station, for in Sanlucar and nearby Jerez de la Frontera 3,900 workers were out on strike for a $2.50 daily wage (a 50? boost), portal-to-portal pay between the vineyard and home, and two-not one-daily cigars, the slang word for the workers' traditional 20-minute siesta...
...engineers and government experts surveyed the wreckage, rescue workers dug through the rubble. The scene of deepest disaster, a collapsed apartment building at Avenida Alvaro Obregón and Calle Frontera, which claimed the lives of 33 of its 45 residents, sent Builder Idel Rosenfelt to jail on charges of negligence, i.e., using poor cement. Many of the city's survivors would have to learn to live permanently with tragedy. One woman, who was dug free after lying huddled for 27 hours with the bodies of her husband and baby, went...
...trodden neath the iron heel of Hitler was openly smiling on the totalitarian crusade against democracy in Spain." Bowers writes much better when he is telling of his prewar rambles around the Spain he loved so well: Holy Week in Seville, wine-tasting in Jerez de la Frontera, a fiesta in Toledo, the running of the bulls in the streets of Pamplona...
...philosophizing. In Toledo's Escorial he pondered the English novel; at Ubeda a dusty image of Christ in purple silk pants struck a chill into his warm feeling that Spain was more nearly in the right path than her more progressive neighbors. At Jerez de la Frontera he sipped sherry in cool warehouses, thought of Falstaff. whose favorite tipple was sherris sack. A tavern-keeper in Cadiz seemed to Traveler Tomlinson to speak for the nation when he said, with a shrug: "That revolution was nothing. It was not bloody. It was only like an orange, which falls when...