Ramblings
A funny experience...
Friday afternoon, Liz and I ventured over to the river and rented a paddleboat for an hour. As we pulled a total Austin Powers (we couldn’t turn the boat around) right in front of the bar we rented it from, an older Spanish man, who’d clearly been drinking Cruzcampos all afternoon, waddled over to us and yelled in broken English, “Don’t...Drive...Drunk!” He told us to be careful because the fish were dangerous and made exaggerated biting gestures. We took a nice little trip up and down the Guadalquivir...definitely saw a couple getting it on under a willow tree...After our hour was up, the same man (Enrique was his name) and his buddies were still there. These guys were dreamin’ by this point...dancing, singing, making up stories about being bullfighters..etc. One of them really wanted us to dance with him, but we declined as he took a break to go pee in the bushes. Enrique bought us some sangria that was, as he put it, “cold and delicious-like your face.” He claimed that when he was younger and had hair he looked just like John Bulushi, and then he sang us some Blues Brothers and Bob Dylan. If we understood correctly, he told us that he’s met many foreign women but his sperm belongs to
On Spanish gyms...
I think that men here break every rule, written and unwritten, of gym etiquette. First, everyone wears flip flops to lift weights. I feel like that’s not only a little dangerous, but a little unsanitary as well. Second, they wear their fancy jeans, fully equipped with extra pockets, zippers, chains...bells, whistles...you know, the works. Oh, and the mirrors aren’t for balance and posture checks...they’re for flexing in front of and fixing your “carefully untidy” gelled hair/mullet/faux-hawk. I’ve even caught a guy right up next to the mirror cleaning his teeth...thoroughly. The weight plates look bigger than in the
On Spanish music...
I’m convinced it’s non-existent. Everywhere you go, they’re blasting
On Spanish cell phones...
They SUCK. How does one go through 30 euros of “saldo” in 10 days?? I missed out on getting my first recharge doubled because I recharged mine on Sept 18th instead of September 15th. Thanks for telling me this on September 28th. I also got duped into signing up for this group “QTal!” that’s supposed to save you money on your calls/texts to a certain group of people...sounded like a good idea, so I signed up. Turns out it cost 6 euros to set up and 3 euros for each member of the group to join. Thanks, Vodafone, thanks a lot. This was the first negative experience I’ve had with the language barrier...very frustrating...but I did some therapy shoe shopping and ice cream eating. All is good now.
On Spanish bathrooms...
I had previously thought that bathrooms typically come stocked with toilet paper, soap and paper towels or an automatic drier. Definitely not the case. Consider yourself lucky to get one out of the three. I now always carry around my own TP and have invested in some antibacterial hand sanitizer.
Random note...
I like that dads hold their children’s hands as they walk them to school in the morning on their way to work. The school uniforms are precious... under the age of probably 6, they wear an art smock with little paintbrushes and crayons embroidered onto a fake pocket, and above 6 they get the knee-high socks and polo shirts.
posted by Erin @ 9:48 AM
1 Comments:
Yeah, I never see guys at the SERF use the mirrors to flex their muscles, adjust their Under Armour or fix their hair...
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