– Buenas noches, si, si, disfruten del resto de su estancia y les deseo un buen viaje de regreso a sus países.
We didn’t have a minute to stay, but appreciated the polite manner in full, cause during our time within Barcelona we have had some very disappointing moments asking the way.
Many people preferred to answer in Spanish, while being asked in English, with the air of “what the heck are you doing here, royal brit, get your arse back to your 5 o’clock tea”.
No offense taken though, have had even worse reception in some parts of Italy and France. Can't judge the poor souls having to run around on espressos all their lives without a chance to enjoy a slow 5 o’clock tea and a polite conversation.
Bad carma hits hard. While I was thinking about the rudeness of some earthly beings, we jumped into the cab and drove to the airport to find out that I have left my new autumn boots at the hotel and that I was actually still wearing… flipflops.
What reality is Lizzy talking about? Seriously, I must be the only person in the whole world to be careless enough to come to the airport all dressed up and shoeless. Although it is better than pajamas or a bathrobe, but still very exotic. I mean it would be al right if it was a flight to Bahamas, but we were going back to England, baby!
Getting quite a few photos of my outfit taken and a lot of laughs from surrounding people including, of course, Lizzy (whom I hadn’t stop blaming till we got home, for she could be sensitive enough to check her besty's looks), we proceeded onboard. It was a very comfortable journey I must say, although I had to wear some socks inside my comfy shoes. Kevin could not make it to the MAN and I was happy he didn’t see my woolen socks looking like little dogs with muzzles completed by my flipflops. He would laugh at me for years and years. Lizzy had to swear by all the best things in her life (veganism, cozy blankets and herbal teas) she wouldn’t let my secret out. The cab took me home first, cause Lizzy lived a block further, so I kissed her on the tanned cheek, took my suitcase with no new boots inside, and got up the stairs.
And there, to my utmost surprise, I saw a bunch of red and pink roses in a gorgeous antiquish vase standing by my door. I couldn’t help but smell the fresh flowers, bringing the summer joy to the windy rainy Friday night. I could see a note between the flower buds.