I'm still recovering from an enjoyable, but tiring, weekend in Murcia. In the meantime I will reinforce South of Watford's public service commitment by bringing you Telemadrid's take on the great language controversy. I know many of you are forced to live without this channel. It turns out that this stubborn determination of some people to speak their own language is on the verge of destroying Spain's tourism industry! I particularly recommend the heartrending interviews with the hungry and thirsty tourists who are devastated to learn that the Catalans have their own words for items like "sandwich" or "juice". It reminds me of my first ever trip to Barcelona. On leaving the city by train I was sharing a compartment with an Australian tourist who told me that he wanted to buy some bread for the trip but he couldn't because "these people have their own word for it and they didn't understand me". We had a long trip ahead so I was able to break it gently to him that this strange policy of not speaking English extended to more things than just bread, and that he could even face similar problems when we got to France.
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