Must be hell to have to live in Spain.
But when one has a Hapsburg jaw an drools so much one has to move where one is not noticed.
Spain, or the White House.
It’s hell indeed!
It’s the life of Reilley, here on the Basque coast. Whatever bothers me is something or other I took with me from the US. Stress related illnesses, all of them.
The Habsburg jaw was a foreign import, from the house of Austria (nobody says “Habsburg” here, BTW. It’s all “Los Austrias”). It is no longer seen. You can search decades of “Hola!”, the diligent journal of the aristocracy (over here they are still seen as celebrities), and find nothing.
We are peasants through and through. I have an ancestor who was a French Count, but that was a military honor (it was Louis the large number or Louis-Philippe of Orleans, I dont recall which), and I don’t think it was heritable.
You'll have to listen to the Pee-Noise air horn, after attracting its attention...