Holiday Dress Codes – What to Wear and Where

Hitting the news yesterday was the story about Tesco introducing a shoppers dress code in a supermarket near Cardiff. Apparently it has become the trend to wear pyjamas -outdoors- during the day! Living in Spain we have missed out (if that’s the right term!) on this development. But it did bring to mind the subject of appropriate holiday clothing.

If you visit popular Costa resorts it is quite usual to see women in bikinis and blokes in swimshorts sat at bars and browsing the open-front gift shops on the promenade. What about food shops and supermarkets then on the beachfront? Where do you draw the line? Should people cover up? I’ve certainly been in supermarkets several streets back from the beach and seen women tourists shopping in skimpy bikini tops. In the popular coastal resorts you could argue that the supermarkets exist for the tourists and half-naked shoppers en route to, or returning from the beach are to be expected.

In the rural parts of Spain it is different. Around here, for example, it is a relatively new phenomenon to have foreign tourists. And we are 30 minutes inland from the sea – so the locals are simply not accustomed to seeing scantily clad holidaymakers. The older generation in particular can be offended by it. Last summer we heard that a group of male English tourists were shopping in our local supermarket without t-shirts. The local shoppers complained and security asked them to leave. The guys were pretty amazed at the reaction and remarked that back home no-one would mind, also that they had been in supermarkets eleswhere in Spain without t-shirts and no one had complained. That’s the point though isn’t it? They weren’t at home. They were guests in another country. And they weren’t in Benidorm they were in a rural “non-touristy” area.
It’s a matter of being perceptive to where you are and respecting the local culture. Look around you and observe what is regarded as normal and acceptable.

So, if you don’t want adverse reaction my advice is to just tame down the holiday attire a tad when you are visiting rural towns. Blokes should avoid the bare belly look -whether it is a 6 pack or a beer belly it won’t go down well! And women should avoid bikinis or very revealing tops. A small light cardigan or shawl that will fold up small and fit in your handbag is useful quick cover-up when needed, especially if you plan to visit churches or official buildings. Smart shorts of a decent length should be ok for both sexes. But, be aware that even shorts can look out of place if it is early season and few tourists are around. The Spanish don’t start wearing shorts until the last week of June when summer “officially” starts – no matter how hot it is!

To return to the Tesco story. I’m quite relieved that this shop made a stand. I hope others follow suit and I do wonder, now that the issue has been raised, whether they will next decide to ban the bare-bellied shoppers! What are your thoughts?

The Signing

“Sorry,” I said, “I’ve tossed and turned all night thinking this over and I’m not going to sign for the house.” It was a cold December morning and we were standing in the car park of the small Pension where we had stayed overnight. My husband glared at me. We’d already tried to settle this over breakfast. The good morning smiles of the Estate Agent changed into a look of alarm as he saw his sale dissolving along with the morning mist that now hung over the River Ebro.

“Please, there is nothing to worry about” he said. “I explained to you yesterday that we will have a written agreement with the vendors.”

“And that is all we get!” I exclaimed. “Look, everyone stands to gain this morning except us! The bank gets a new account. You get your commission on the sale. The Notary gets his fee. The vendors get a wedge of money in their bank account. What do we get? A mortgage on a house with sitting tenants and a piece of paper promising that they’ll move out sometime! It’s madness to go ahead!

Husband Keith shuffled his feet in embarrassment. He wasn’t exactly happy but he wasn’t as worried as I was about the turn of events.

“Well, our appointment at the Notary is in 20 minutes” said the Estate Agent “would you feel better if you saw him alone first and talked this over?” I agreed and off we went in his car.

The previous afternoon we had arrived full of anticipation and excitement that we were about to buy the house we had fallen in love right on the banks of River Ebro. We’d met the Estate Agent and over coffee he took a deep breath and told us about the “slight problem.” The house the vendors were due to buy was not ready. They had phoned him a couple of days before and said that they couldn’t complete the sale of their house to us for several months. They were not pulling out of the sale – if they did they would have to return double our deposit – they were merely postponing it. The Spanish attitude to time being very elastic, they were quite relaxed about this! Tranquilo! Don’t worry! It is only a slight delay, no? For us everything was in place. 10% deposit paid, mortgage agreed, Notary arranged and flights booked. The Estate agent had decided not to let us in on this little nugget of information until he saw us face to face and offered his solution. Namely, that we go ahead with the purchase and sign an agreement with the vendors that they could stay in the house for 12 weeks to give them time to look for other accommodation.

We met the Notary who had been appraised of the situation. He agreed to write a legal clause into the sales contract with a deadline of mid- March for the vendors to move out and a penalty of 100 Euros per day for every day they stayed over this.

In the UK vendor and buyer sign contracts with their personal solicitors which are then exchanged. Not so in Spain. Everyone involved in the transaction meets with the Notary. So, one hour later we found ourselves sitting at a huge oak table -me, Keith, the Bank Manager, the Estate Agent, the Translator, the Notary and the vendors. The Contract was read aloud in both English and Catalan. This was it ..last chance to change my mind! We wanted the house. The location was perfect. If we pulled out we lost our deposit. Prices were already starting to rise here…

Madness or not, we signed. The vendors then returned to what now was legally our house whilst we booked another night at the Hotel! The following day we flew back to England as the owners but not occupiers of a house in Spain! What had we done?