Pau Gasol! Fernando Alonso! Our Golden Girls! Miguel Indurain! Our national soccer team when they started winning!
Because beginning new year without choking, spitting out grapes to your relatives during a laugh attack, or discussing the bell strike’s speed, is not an acceptable way of starting the year.
Does it matter that most Spaniards have never read El Quijote? Of course not! The one-handed man of Lepanto managed to place La Mancha on the map of World Literature. The best part? Now that we seem to have found his bones, we could build a grave and have a new place to pilgrim to!
It’s the world’s second language in terms of its number of native speakers. Dear Chinese, we’re coming after you.
Yeah, we have Spanish, but it’s not enough. We have more. We even have language no one knows where it came from. Aren’t we cool?
If the spoon sinks into the hot chocolate it means it’s too liquid. And what would we have for breakfast on New Year’s Day to overcome our hangover? Tea?
Some pleasures shouldn’t be clandestine.
Beaches, mountains, desert landscapes, green landscapes, a warm sea, a cold ocean, wetlands, woods… do you need more?
We created afterworks.
We don’t understand why people in other countries are in such a hurry to leave their parents’ place (before 30? they’re crazy!), and find boring any family meeting with less than 20 people.
Nothing makes us prouder than cooking tortilla for foreign friends and see their expression change with pleasure and surprise when they taste it. With or without onion, let’s not start that discussion.
The Imperial Spanish conquerors great “deeds”? Having kicked all the Jews and Muslims out of the country? The Inquisition? Our level of English? Our lack of productiveness? Nonsense. What we are really ashamed of is the real state bubble and looking ridiculous in front of the world. And our politicians, sure. But that goes without saying.