Much of the year, especially during July and August, Spain’s towns are overwhelmed by tourists. To me, a northern European, it seems bizarre that for most of the afternoon they are ghost towns.
I recently went into my own town centre as I had a need to visit Correos. Apart from a few pavement cafés the only business open was the post office. My large tourist-based city had the appearance of town after a neutron bomb attack. The buildings were intact but otherwise there was just the occasional cat or person to be seen.
Sure, to ‘compensate’ most businesses open at 5 pm. Surprise! Surprise! Similar businesses, many tourist dependent and situated throughout Europe, are open through the afternoons and the evenings too.
The business community’s ears are closed to the mayor’s exhortations that they kick the siesta into touch. He has a point. The siesta is a throwback to life before tourism, fans and air conditioning. How can it be justified now?
A friend in the UK manages a substantial importing business. When new to the job she emailed me. She had a problem when calling a business in Spain. All she got was a recorded message, which she could not understand.
This recorded message explained the hours of opening. They were definitely not European hours. Mi amigo is under his sombrero enjoying his zzzzzzzzzzzzzs.