In the plaza...

A lot of encounters in Spain begins with crazy old drunk people asking for money. These are the only ones that want to talk to me. At least up here in the north, sitting in the plaza , having a drink with my frenchies and we are approached by a guy off his face, swaying about. But of course he becomes our friend as we are all so eager to practise our Spanish. To avoid listening to drunk broken english (because as you probably imagined everyone can tell im a foreigner), i begun to tell my story, the usual, Russian bride, been sold to an american who then moved to spain...... loving practising the spanish, even if it is all lies. We headed off to another bar, running a little, but another successful spanish experience eventually, once the message got accross!