Really, there's very little far-right opinion in Spain. There are no far-right political parties, unless you consider the national socialists in ETA to be far-right; I'd just call them far-out. The only far-right talk you'll hear, unless it's immigrant-bashing, which you can find anywhere, is in crummy bars whose aging patrons start knocking off chatos of wine long before lunchtime. These guys never had too many neurons anyway and the ones they've got left are pretty much frazzled.

This puts the lie to what I call the P.J. O'Rourke Fallacy. According to the O'Rourke Fallacy, in order to find out what is really happening in a country, you have to take a tour of the local bars. In my experience, though, the people you meet hanging out in bars--and I've hung out in bars, fairly assiduously, in five countries--tend to be drunks. Drunks may be many things, including, famously, honest, but they do not tend to be well-informed, nor are they highly efficient at processing the little information they have. In fact, they are almost certainly the last people you'd ask about anything if you wanted an intelligent answer to a serious question. You'd do much better inviting yourself to a Rotary Club lunch meeting if you want to meet locals. Or chat up a librarian. They tend to be well-read and know some English, and they're easily found at public libraries. There is, by the way John's Corollary to the O'Rourke Fallacy: The more time you spend hanging out in bars, the more likely you are to get fuddled and woozy and take poor notes.