Dinner last night in a little water-front cafe filled with Spaniards summed up our experience here. We were jammed in tight on the balcony and had a table of men right behind us. They were nursing their one cup of coffee (7:00 pm - way too early for dinner!) as they sat there for two hours and talked and talked and talked. Their staccato Spanish was a tongue-twisting phenomenon and their ability to all talk at the same time and have fun doing it made me think of the Monk Parrots in the trees outside the cafe: constant chatter occasionally interrupted by excitement and increased volume followed by more talk. Oh how Bill wished all his hard work with Spanish had been more successful, We would have loved to know just what they were saying - possibly talking about those foreigners who eat so early and talk so little…..
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| View from our table |
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