I was having a mid morning coffee with my neighbour, Antonio, a few days ago. Trying hard to interpret what he was saying is very hard as he talks very quickly in a funny incoherrent language that’s supposed to be Spanish and I of course don’t talk much at all! No wonder understanding is difficult. Anyway I thought he asked me if I wanted to go fishing the following morning. He wanted me to get a large net to fish with. I told him that in the UK we use fishing rods to which he laughed. Anyway at 10 the next morning I went to his cortijo armed with all the right clothing expecting a day’s peaceful fishing. Never occurred to me that Andalucia is, well basically, dry! There are no rivers to speak of as they are seasonal and mostly dry up by June.
Anyway to cut a long story short, we proceeded to unravel a 10 metre by 5 metre olive picking net and place it in his cortijo’s pond, that was at least a quarter of those dimensions. 3.5 minutes later and I had 25 fish of varying sizes for my new water storage lake (called an alberca). With a swaggering “adios”, he returned to his house leaving me with a bucket of fish. Speechless I returned to my house and dropped my prize Spanish fish into the alberca. They eat the mosquito larvae so the’re useful. So that’s fishing Spanish style eh?