Personal Life
Of Navarran Basque Carlist aristocracy, Jaime is the fourth of the five sons and one daughter of Amalio de Marichalar y Bruguera, 8th Count of Ripalda, (Madrid, 13 May 1912 - Madrid, 26 December 1979) and his wife (m. Torrecilla de Cameros, La Rioja, 25 July 1957) María de la Concepción Sáenz de Tejada y Fernández de Boadilla (Logroño, La Rioja, 3 January 1929 -). He studied at the Jesuit schools in Burgos, San Estanislao de Kostka in Madrid and Yago School in Dublin, Ireland.
His higher education focused on Economics and he specialized in Business Management and Marketing, although he never got a degree. In 1986, he gained practical work experience in a number of financial businesses in Paris where he lived as a bachelor and during the early years of his marriage.
After a number of years working in the international financial markets sector, in January 1998 he was appointed Managing Director's Senior Advisor for Crédit Suisse First Boston in Madrid. He is also an advisor of Sociedad General Inmobiliaria. He was President of the Winterthur Foundation, which promotes cultural activities. On 21 November 2008 he left as President of the AXA Foundation, former Winterthur Foundation.
Since 1995, he has been a member of the Real Maestranza de Caballería de Sevilla (Royal Cavalry Armory of Seville), a noble guild created in 1670.
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