When I first moved to the eastern Costa del Sol in Spain we rented an apartment in a small mountain village North of Malaga. The village fiesta began in the evening of the day of our arrival. We were tired but we dressed up, allowed the baby to stay up late and sat down at a local bar.
A large number of young lads came and sat on the wall opposite the bar and I began to feel a bit nervous, I’d lived in London and had trouble with yobs before. The boys went to the bar, bought a beer each and I was really surprised at how carefully and responsibly they drank. Our Hoodies at home would have downed their pint in five minutes and then gone back for more and more and more, progressively getting more belligerent and threatening.
The lads carried on sipping their beers and then we realised why they had chosen this vantage point. This was the meeting place for the local girls who were putting on an exhibition of Flamenco dancing. The guys talked and made some subtle nudging and pointing. They were choosing which girl to ask out to the disco later on that night.
I relaxed then and the evening was delightful, there was no feeling of being intimidated as you so often do when young people gather in the UK.
I’m sure that Spain must have it’s fair share of youth problems and crimes but in the two years that I have lived in Spain, the only yobbish behaviour I have witnessed, sadly, has been from our own Expats.
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