Spain Story: Saint Nicholas in Spain

In the Spain Stories section, we regularly post stories from our readers that they want to share with our Spain followers today. Author Marianne de Jong from coronkels.nl She regularly shares interesting stories related of course to Spain, the country, the culture, the people and her own experiences. You can read more of Marian’s stories on her Korean web site: Short Stories

It’s Not Alright: Boarding My Journey Home. From the trunk I look for the last time this year in the familiar landscapes of Mallorca. Goodbye sunny holiday island, see you next year! After a while I managed to get to my seat. My watch was telling me what I already knew: We’re not leaving on time. Soon, everyone managed to get to the right place. But then our captain reports that he is so busy in Schiphol that we have to wait another 50 minutes for now.

The noise of my fellow sufferers makes the rest of his message incomprehensible. The follower says we can still use our cell phones until further notice. This fell on deaf ears, as most commuters quickly look for the better arranged claims office. The delay should be converted into cash as soon as possible.

About twelve minutes later, our observer informed us again: We are allowed, Hooray! quickly on this mobile’s airplane mode. I think it’s a great idea from our captain that he makes people happy about being 12 minutes late by pretending we’re almost an hour late. Did you take a course?

When I return to the Netherlands, I prepare myself for the musical accompaniment of Sinterklaas’s arrival. But not after I first heard the angry reactions to the news of Sinterklaas: “Never before that Sint and his sweep of soot and the other Bettin had come from Spain on a private jet!” TV viewers should have a serious conversation with their moms and dads. After all, they once forgot to explain that our holy righteous man is a fabrication. Or do they keep up appearances, because they fear they won’t receive the gifts afterward?

Our Saint comes just like all the other years with a heavy diesel boat, no steam to be seen. Or it has to come from the ears of those who prefer eco-friendly biodiesel, but I can’t see that, because I’m surrounded by a huge crowd of screaming kids who all want St. Nicholas’ attention. So we’ll be here for a while… luckily the weather is nice.

The audience of kids and moderators can’t get burned right now, not to mention my band will hear “Voorwártsssss Marssss”. We’re on the break, as it’s called, so I can take off the sousaphone and move about freely. Stay close, of course, because when we go, we usually go like a rocket and I have to run to keep up with the rest.

Behind me is a mother with two little girls in her arms. They look beautiful. That’s what I’m saying and it’s helpful for young women, I can see that. The youngest requires courage to start a conversation. Of course about the big horn, boy, you’ve never seen such a big horn. I do that and I still have to get the sound out of it too. “Nice, isn’t it, that Sinterklaas is finally here.” “Yes, very well.” “Can you put your shoes on tonight?” She looked at her mother, who nodded: “Yes, you can tonight.” But not every day, right? Santa can’t visit us every day.

She shakes her head in fright. Unfortunately. I think it’s a bit sad, such a little girl and mother don’t even let her wear her shoes every day. And she wasn’t allowed to run to Sint either, because my mom thought she was too busy on the road. Just wait for Sinterklaas to calm down a bit…but when is that?
To encourage her a little, I say: “You wear those beautiful shoes, if I were you I would wear mine tonight, they can afford a lot.”

Without noticing her daughters, my mother shakes her head and looks at me seriously. I feel it coming: From an educational standpoint, this is completely irresponsible. I smile at her gently. Does my mom know a lot my parents actually banned him from Sint after one year, because they couldn’t afford it, and put a present in the boot every day from arrival until Christmas Eve. And also a much smaller gift than all my classmates, why was I always at the back of the queue at Sinterklaas? Well, here’s why.
Santa has made up for so much, but I still have mixed feelings about Saint. The puppet show, that saint.

But you also have to keep our mothers as friends, so I continue: “Santa Claus doesn’t just put a package in your boot, you have to give him something in return, after all, it’s almost his birthday. A carrot for a horse, or a beautiful poem for Synclas, you also save him for Christmas Eve The girl nodded excitedly, her disappointment melting like snow in the sun. She wanted to say something else, but our defensive lady shouted something incomprehensible. He still has to learn, he hasn’t done it for a long time.

Fortunately, I have been walking with bands on the street all my life, so without this I understand that we are about to leave and that we will play something right away. Finally, because this is what I came for, and not for St. Nicholas. At the next stop, which is also unexpected, no one is interested in my “big horn”. Absolutely not, because they can’t throw anything in there, because my advertising banner is in front of the mug. Otherwise I’d be busy for weeks getting all the grit out of this thing. I do not have this time, because I will soon be back in Spain again, in Tenerife.

Perhaps St. Nicholas will also enjoy a nice vacation on that sunny and warm island, incognito. I will watch it. At least I put my shoes in the trunk. You never know.

Coronkels, a contraction of Corona and Kronkel, is the collective name for a series of short stories written by (and fans of Mallorca) Marian Young Since the beginning of the Corona crisis. Various stories on its own site Coronakels.nl It is about something to do with Spain and we can also put it in Spain stories section.

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