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Spain’s fiendishly complex rules for easing the lockdown

Once upon a time, when travel was still allowed, I checked into a small hotel in back-of-beyond Extremadura, in South-West Spain. The receptionist asked for my passport, I searched my pockets in vain, went to look in the car and then remembered that I’d left it on the table at home. ‘Well, your national identity card then.’ ‘We British,’ I replied ‘don’t have identity cards.’ She stared at me. ‘If you don’t have identity cards … how do you know who you are?’ Leaving the house just got a lot more complicated in Spain. As of Saturday there are a whole raft of new rules to obey. After 48 days