And no we are not talking about obscene gestures with the hand, ladies and gentlemen, we are talking road signs here in Spain. My favourite sign is very simple. It’s an exclamation mark.

So what might that mean? Well, that’s the thing, you just never bloody know! I came across one again today driving on a small windy road. There is was, exclaiming that I take notice, but never bothering to let me know what to take notice of. As I continued past the sign I was on full alert; what might I expect?

Cows on the road? Potholes? Road work? Trucks pulling out? But to tell you the truth I never did find out. I have no idea what they were trying to warn me about.

I kinda feel sorry for the poor sign. Here it is, proudly displaying its message, really making an effort to make us take notice of something and it gets so utterly let down by the absence of other signs. Other signs to explain the full meaning of whatever incident is taking place on the road. But no, it is fighting a lonely battle, the exclamation mark, it is standing at the forefront with no backup whatsoever and is therefor bound to be a failure.

What was that? I need to get out more? My imagination is getting the better of me?

You just might be right.