The Elixir of Life: ALCOHOL?

I am sadden to see the leading role alcohol plays in today’s society influencing everything we do, from what we think and say to the way we behave; and, how negatively it is affecting our health, the family unit, relationships and the economy.

You will find that I am not really a drinker and therefore my views are somewhat stern. And no, I am not completely against it, I am against the weight it has over life, so much so that I call it “The Elixir of Life”: a substance once believed to prolong life indefinitely, a panacea or a quick magical cure, as the dictionary defines it.

On TV in any Western country you see alcohol being used in dramas, comedies, series, soap operas as the solution to any problem, comfort in time of pain or distress, to relax, to have fun, to have sex, to justify yourself, to pass the time, to make mistakes, to be with friends even family, to celebrate, as a habit, to feel better, to pick-you-up, because you ‘deserve’ it, the list goes on and on….

Alcohol is consumed from early ages, in fact, have you ever noticed how very young children who are around their parents at a party, for instance, sometimes walk around with a glass in their hand as adults do when ‘socialising’ imitating grown-ups. I have students that are 11 or 12 and many have already tried alcohol and when they go to parties are succeeding in getting drunk! How can this be? Why life/fun, at this tender age, cannot be conceived without the stuff is heartbreaking to me.

It’s no wonder because socialising at home, on the TV, in restaurants and bars is mostly  done around alcohol. What else are they to learn if everything has to do with this elixir?

Teenagers and young adults getting blind drunk some in combination with drugs, wasting not only their or their parents money (or dole) but tax-payers money and resources such as guards, police, medical attention, cleaners, etc. to what purpose, I ask? A major hangover, to get arrested, to get raped or pregnant, to make a fool of yourself......

What happened to the times when a cup of tea was what you needed? When there was no money and you had to make do, but now ‘going out’ is so much more: it has to do with what you wear (or don’t wear) the shoes (the killer heels), the makeup, the boobs, the hairstyle, the brand, and to be seen in the right place.

In Spain the problem with the ‘botellones’ (youngsters from the age of 12 to 21 or more drinking in the street, plaza or beach) is fast growing not only for the police and parents but also for neighbourhoods and society in general.

I wonder what else there is out there to offer a generation that is drowning in the rift of this elixir with no aim in life but to have a ‘good time’.

Kerry Sastrías

Hats off!

It has to be admired, the fact that people pick up and go, without blinking an eyelid. Decide they want to come down to the sun and start afresh. What makes us do it is a combination of things and yet individual to each one of us.

Admirable, because it takes a lot of audacity to go to a foreign place to live where you haven’t been before or speak the language; except maybe in your dreams or when you get sucked in by one of those –very popular- TV programmes. These show you the ideal, derelict, used-to-be-house now ruin, in the middle-of-nowhere with breathtaking vistas over spectacular mountains and deep blue sea, that idealise a lifestyle of setting up your own ‘B&B’ or ‘yoga retreat’ growing your own, far from your regular two-up and two-down terrace/semi and takeaways.

More so because it is actually true that not only Brits but other Europeans choose to live in these remote and isolated areas. Places where they can’t be ‘overlooked’ and most probably involve driving through a dry river bed (“rambla”), or praying all the way up what was once a cattle track now a long and narrow dirt road up a side of a mountain and where the nearest neighbour is miles away. Not to mention water mains, electricity or much else for that matter. How on earth they even manage to get building materials to reconstruct these dilapidated abodes there is in itself short of a miracle! God forbid if it rains, because even though there isn’t much of it round this area (in this case – thank goodness), when it rains it pours and you could be left isolated for a while if the rambla or the mountain road was washed out. I can’t even begin to imagine what I would do in case of an emergency (medical, fire, etc.) or simpler still, if I ran out of petrol or needed a pint of milk for my cuppa!

No, not for me thank you very much! I am too much of a big city rat trying to manage being a town cat at the moment.

I can also appreciate the fact that many of these people are successful in their endeavour to building a life for themselves here. Making friends, joining existing or establishing clubs and associations, starting a business to serve their fellows, helping each other with whatever is needed in their community, well even creating suburbs of their own countries. Have you noticed that there are even towns around here where the Spaniards look out of place!

In all, though much can be said about foreigners (such as me) I feel that this is certainly something to be commended: staying true to where they come from.