1994. About the same time our neighbour’s son got thrown in Spanish jail for a week or so because he cut a roadside sunflower. He was arrested for carrying a weapon – his Opinel. I worked in Barcelona in 89/90 but that’s another story(ies). Anyhow, I feel more comfortable doing daft and/or dangrous things in France.
Edit: at least you get fed in French hospitals so friends/relatives don’t have to bring food in, Sunnrider. Things have hopefully changed for the better in the last 23 years.
2nd edit: the Spansih road blocks when they’re waiting for separatists are especially impressive. One guy with a baseball bat, one with a big machine gun, two with pistols and all dressed like the IRA with just noses and eyes visible.