The neighbors of Park Güell have had enough. Used to be, they could walk around in peace and observe the unnatural beauty of the grounds designed by Barcelona’s favorite shrooming architect. Now it seems that every day the common rabble of the Ramblas is moving further up the hill. Where there used to be only a few sunburnt guiris (1.6 million in 2000, to be exact), there is now an annual flood of 4 million tourists who come to have their picture taken next to the happy lizard.
And just …

The Partido Popular has got to be the Dallas (as in J.R.’s, not Jerry Jones’s) of the Spanish political scene. It is by far the best political show in the country, unless, that is, you like a bunch of bitter men in tweeds grumbling about one another incessantly, and then you can do no better than Esquerra.  But if you can’t get enough of treachery, corruption, and yes, ladies, or at least, one lady who is rather easy on the eye, then the PP has been where it’s at for …