Continuing the Planes, Trains and Automobiles story of our return….
Today we took a fast train from Santiago to Madrid estacion, then light rail from the station to the airport Terminal 4, then taxi to the hotel. No hay truck or donkey. But I do have such a funny story about Joe from last night.
We ate outside in the shadow of the cathedral, among fifteen other tables of pilgrims, all served by a cute little punk waitress with pink hair. She was joking with us all as she scooted at full speed table to table. Joe wanted to ask her if we could buy two of the glasses with a unique label on them. He formulated his question and told her, “Quiero comprar dos besos……… ” and gestured to the glasses. She looked confused and said, “I don’t know. I will have to ask my boss.” I said to Joe, “I don’t think the word for glasses is besos. I think it’s vasos.” Joe firmly corrected me– “No, it’s besos, like Jeff Bezos.” OK, I was not sure. He continued to bargain with the waitress about the “besos.” We asked if we could take her picture; she got flustered, skittered away quickly, and said she had too much work to do. We left with the glasses and the next day….
I checked in Google translate. Besos means kisses. Ha. I have been laughing all day at Joe scaring our favorite waitress!
