This story is based upon a true incident, that occurred soon after we moved to Spain, in those day when – two innocents abroad – we had no idea of just how … well, interesting life in Spain could be. And was to become! Her gorgeous lips pursed, Lady Ariela ran her finger down the page, and she said “ Ah! Here it is... yes, a cement mixer’s called an hormigonera.” “It’s hormigonera, isn’t it? ” I said, pronouncing the ‘h’. Looking very girls’ public school, my lady said “ No. Do try to remember... Sign in to see full entry.