Would it kill you to just say grathios! No you insist on saying danka vell as slowly as you can , just in case Pedro is a bit slow! Well mr danka vell in the 6 days we have been here we have observed Pedro not only speak and understand at least 6 different languages he can also tell jokes in various languages.
While we are on the subject we were somewhat amused by the laundry price list on the inside of the wardrobe door.... The German for bra had us in stitches ... Go on .... For those that don't know already , do a google translate lol
Vikki acquired a friend in the bar a couple nights ago ,.. Or rather she flung herself on Vikki... Michelle, originally from the north east, why aye man kind of South Shields accent. Luckily I speak fluent north east and could translate any dubious phrases.
Michelle is just 50, immediately she told is that she was having a tough year but 'lets not talk aboooot that becausewe are on holiday an gan on aboooot it would not be nice, I've just left me husband and have to live in the same hooose because we just bought a feet big massive hooose to do fostering'
She is fostering the 10 year old lad that was with her on holiday.... He has been with her for 2 years , her first placement and she's. 'Keeping him'
Michelle was quiet drunk, she had palled up with Lionel and his crew for the last two days. Two young black women with a child RJ had also moved into the Wolverhampton corner of the pool terrace. We later found out that Lionel's crew had been trying to loose Michelle and also Michelle had been going out purposely to avoid them as she had noticed their boy was less than kind to her ward. So michelle has joined us in pleasant conversation.
Lionel's crew seemed to spend their entire day by the pool drinking alcohol and huge bottles of coke they brought in from supermarkets, they even had the cheek to ask for glasses and ice . This carried on in the bar each evening too.this didn't go in noticed.
To ease my sore throat I had a freshly squeezed orange , insisting to Pedro he didn't slip any alcohol in. Lionel cane to the bar to get some more ice and commented that the juice looked nice and might try one. Pedro responded with 'it might be a bit expensive for you!'.
Sunday was the last day of the fiesta and the finale was a gargantuan firework display from the beach. We had intended to watch from the beach but we hadn't had much of a siesta and 11.10pm is quite late for us. So after a celebratory ice cream sundae in the gelateria we headed back to our nice air conditioned hotel.
We really are not accustomed to drinking alcohol in the quantity we have so I asked for a limon, and was served a glass and a lemon and a big belly laugh from our host ... Who we believe is the hotel owner. He is the one who takes all the money at dinner and the one all the staff look to for guidance.
He cannot get over this request for a lemon and reminds us at every opportunity, I did once reply with naranya... Or orange ... To which more belly laugh and some spannish that I don't understand... Bloody ear worms again.... We speak to well that the locals think we can understand as well!
We have another couple of friends who we think are German but they could be Dutch, a couple who's combined age is 185.... Neither speak a word of English and we don't even know what language they speak so conversation is limited to sign and body language .... We're getting along just fine !
At 11pm our host rounded us all up and from what we could make out he was inviting us onto the roof to watch the fireworks. Well that's the end of the fiesta, we wonder what the town might feel like tomorrow.