This dismal "patriotic" nonsense reminds me of the "England" I grew up in and longed to escape. Fortunately, university and London (particularly Brixton) enabled this. Now I live about two hours´ drive from Benidorm. It has thie highest density of skyscrapers anywhere in the world except Manhattan, and my students tell me it´s not all louts in Union Jack shorts vomiting lager. There are large Spanish-only swathes of it, which don´t serve fish´n´chips with a side order of ugly British jingoism, and which are actually very nice. I think the problem of the lady in the story is she wanted the former, but the travel agent sent her to the latter.