If you think that December is an ordinary working month with a bit of extra shopping and a few days off for Christmas, think again. Here, December is about as productive as August, when the whole of Spain grinds to a halt. You simply cannot expect to buy a house, get a new kitchen put in, renew your driving licence, make an insurance claim, see a doctor, give birth or do anything much in August, and December is going the same way, with public holidays on 6 and 8 December.
Puente in Castilian, pont in Catalan: bridge. An untouchable institution that continues to fuel the widespread idea that the Spanish are averse to work: if a dia festivo (public holiday) falls on a Tuesday or Thursday, the Monday or Friday is thrown in for good measure: the resulting long weekend is un puente. The puentes are the life blood of travel agencies, which offer special deals for, among others, the Puente del Pilar (Oct 12), the Puente de Mayo (May 1), and best of all, the Puente de Diciembre aka Puente de la Constitución/de la Inmaculada. (December 6 is Constitution Day and December 8 the Feast of the Immaculate Conception).
Some companies take the Monday off, others the Friday, and everyone else throws up their hands in despair and disappears for the whole week.
The last acueducto was in 2005, and I went hysterical when my water heater blew up just before midnight on the Sunday, with a flat full of guests. My emergency repairs service sent a plumber pretty fast on the Monday morning… but the spare parts guys were de puente…