Greece is collapsing, the Iranians are getting aggressive, and Rome is in
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By David Galland
Burn the Boats,
Kill the Chickens
Although I did
manage to squeeze in a few hours in the Portuguese sun chasing a little white
ball, the purpose of my just-concluded whirlwind trip – a Sunday-to-Sunday
jaunt with stay-overs in four different countries, including two of the PIIGS,
Ireland and Portugal, and pending PIIGS member France twice – was mostly
business.
As you might
expect at this pivotal point in European history, I wasted no opportunity in
questioning the locals – from widely followed economists to taxi drivers and
everyone in between – about their views on the European Union and the common
currency that serves as the glue holding it together, albeit barely.
Now, I am not
going to go on at great length on the policy experiments that have brought
Europe to its knees, and certainly won't weigh in with a tourist's opinion on
how the whole mess will resolve: there are hundreds of media darlings in the
wings, clearing their pipes in the hope of being called upon to opine this way
or another on just those topics.
Rather, what I
would like to do is encapsulate, in as few words as I am capable, the essence
of the problems facing Europe, and leave it to you to draw your own
conclusions. To assist in that regard, I will use my observations on the ground
in Portugal.
For those of you who are unfamiliar with the place, physically and
meteorologically, Portugal is about as good as it gets.
The weather is
almost identical to Southern California, and the country has a long coastline
complete with stunning (and largely empty) beaches. As with Southern
California, the land is rich and supports the growing of pretty much any crop.
The people are
friendly and well educated, with most speaking three or even four languages
(Portuguese, English, German, Spanish are fairly standard). The food is
fantastic, especially the fresh seafood, prepared to perfection even when just
cooked over coals in a fisherman's shack.
Supplementing
the local culture is a robust expat community: in the Algarve, where I stayed,
most expats are refugees from the rest of Europe, with what seems to be an
extra measure of Brits. Crime is low and, thanks to the crisis, there are
bargains aplenty for houses and recently constructed (but now largely empty)
apartment buildings, even near the water.
The storied
cities of the Old World, Paris, Dublin, Madrid, Rome, Zurich, London are only a
short hop by plane, and thanks to the hard-charging Michael O'Leary and his
cut-rate Ryan Air, a cheap hop at that.
Which had me
wondering, what's the problem? The same thought had come to mind while wandering
about the bustling streets of Dublin a couple of days earlier.