How Spanish is this?
Just a little snapshot of life in Spain. (I live 30km from Madrid but this could have happened anywhere).
Husband Javier, stressed out from the effort of helping put kids in bed, popped off for a drink in the tiny bar next to the railway station where all the richest local townsfolk hang out (builders, electricians, etc). There, amid a fug of smoke to go by the stink of his clothes later, he was chatting with our ex-plumber Mariano (but that's another story) about the village in La Mancha where he and family used to spend their summers. Belmonte? says Mariano, all excited - it's a big deal here when places and people can be put together - that's where the new Guardia Civil guy comes from! No kidding! says Javier, equally moved. And if this were England, that's where it would have ended.
Not in Spain. On his way home, J has to drive past the Guardia Civil station. So of course he stops to greet his Belmonte buddy, and he and Pedro have a lengthy chat about who they both know, who's died/got married etc ect, until at long last Pedro heaves a regretful sigh, and, waving his 'puro' (LARGE cigar) in farewell, says well, Javi, great to see you, must get together for a beer sometime but got to dash, got a 'detenido' (arrested suspect) downstairs in the cells and he might be wondering where I've got to.
Husband Javier, stressed out from the effort of helping put kids in bed, popped off for a drink in the tiny bar next to the railway station where all the richest local townsfolk hang out (builders, electricians, etc). There, amid a fug of smoke to go by the stink of his clothes later, he was chatting with our ex-plumber Mariano (but that's another story) about the village in La Mancha where he and family used to spend their summers. Belmonte? says Mariano, all excited - it's a big deal here when places and people can be put together - that's where the new Guardia Civil guy comes from! No kidding! says Javier, equally moved. And if this were England, that's where it would have ended.
Not in Spain. On his way home, J has to drive past the Guardia Civil station. So of course he stops to greet his Belmonte buddy, and he and Pedro have a lengthy chat about who they both know, who's died/got married etc ect, until at long last Pedro heaves a regretful sigh, and, waving his 'puro' (LARGE cigar) in farewell, says well, Javi, great to see you, must get together for a beer sometime but got to dash, got a 'detenido' (arrested suspect) downstairs in the cells and he might be wondering where I've got to.
posted by Radio Maria at 10:50 PM
1 Comments:
Ah, Spain! Could that have happened anywhere else??!! Well, maybe the Middle East. Cute story.
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