Oh comedy.
I just found myself in the middle of the most entertaining of situations.
After a couple hours of exploring Seville I happened upon a bar that looked calm, traditional (non touristy) and inviting. It’s 4pm and my stomache is hungry. I had chosen it after passing many many bars that were packed and buzzing with the sound of triumph and celebration that is was Friday and the holiday week is here. I exchanged a few words with the gal behind the counter then picked the side of the bar that was cozier lending to my comfort level since I am solo.
Literally the same moment I sit down 15 Spanish men, work colleagues, walk through the door immediately filling my preselected cozy nook with their Spanish chatter. Before I know it, a particularly homely, balding, overweight man with glasses asks to share my table since they are so many. I smile and say if
“Of course, but I do not speak Spanish, so sorry.” He is kind and does his best to speak English with me which only matches my ability in Spanish – very very limited. We at best exchange friendly smiles.
It’s hard to describe the immediate intensity that these men are able to exude with their mere presence. I cannot help but be overwhelmed. They are trying to speak to me but I can only say, “lo siento, no habla espanol”.
Before I even realize it they have told me what I should order, have given me a glass of red wine and are quite literally feeding me jamon freshly carved from the leg of the calf that sits in the counter.
I’m laughing. Mostly because I don’t know what else to do. And of course, because it is hilarious.
They invite me to come along as they head off to the next bar. With a smile I decline and say “Mucho gusto”.
As quickly as they arrived, it is quiet again in my little nook. The girl behind the counter gives me a raised eye brow as if to say ” well that was something, no?” I laugh shake my head and then say, “Si, yo puede tiener cafe con leche Por favor”.
