I had another "incident" today and didn't even realize it until it was over, and even then, someone had to tell me about it. Chris and I were having lunch at the counter of our favoriate bar with our coats hanging on the backrests of our stools. Patricia (she was in a photo in an earlier post) was bartending when a man came in and stood between two barstools closeby me. He asked her a question and they had a brief exchange, all the while she moved closer and leaned over the bar next to me. He quickly left and she told me that he was a "robero" (robber). I said, "you mean like a ladrón (thief)?" She said yes, that he was Romanian and she moved in closer because he was eyeing my leather jacket with the pocket open and eyeglass case showing. She was letting him know that she was on to him, so not to try anything. She went on to explain, and Héctor later confirmed, that there is a huge problem with Romanians in Spain. They come to Spain because Spain is soft on crime, and they have organized into crime rings. Chris put his coat on and Patricia told him to zip it up, because they'll snatch an open coat right off your body on the street. Whew!
Chris and I have been observing street signs and trying to figure out their meanings. I have a problem with international signage anyway, because I can never figure out what they're supposed to mean. So I've come up with my own interpretations:
Do whatever you want, except for tussam and taxis |
Don't do anything |
Don't do anything in either direction |
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Beware of man dancing the Charleston in doorway |
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Everybody: look at this guy! |
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Everybody: look at these people! |
Man walking across piano keys ahead |
Picket fence ahead |
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Boobs in the road ahead |
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