Encounter 1: La Rambla
We saw many street performers in Spain. Most of them didn’t perform so much as pose in outrageous costumes. As we walked down the tree-lined promenade that is La Rambla, we stumbled upon a rather intricate and scary costumed man. The outfit was really quite impressive and almost dared you not to stare!
Encounter 2: La Rambla
Afterward, I had an unfortunate encounter on La Rambla. Remember how I told you about my “poop finger” in the United Arab Emirates? For those of you who recently joined us, “poop finger” was a henna tattoo with a blob of brown on the end of my finger.
My encounter on La Rambla was not with a tattoo artist, but with a bird. A bird who gave me “poop toe.” Poop is a really funny word until someone else’s is on you!
“Poop toe” did not help me see things half full. I was a grossed out Ms. HalfEmpty.
Of course, it wasn’t a total disaster and was much easier to remove than “poop finger,” which took weeks to fade. But it still made me feel gross. All day, I thought about when I could get back to the hotel to disinfect my foot and shoe.
Encounter 3: The Subway
On our way back to the hotel via the subway, we saw a huge billboard underground thanking America. Well, you’re welcome Spain! How lovely.
It all seems pretty awesome…until you see the full advertisement. It’s a Burger King ad for the Rodeo Whopper. Instead of raw onion, they put fried onion rings INSIDE the sandwich! Of course, the sandwich also contains a beef patty, cheese, bacon, and the oh so American barbecue sauce…wait, don’t forget the mayo. Yes America, thanks for spreading unhealthy eating and obesity to the rest of the world. Nice work!
Encounter 4: Dinner
That night for dinner, we went to a lovely restaurant, La Masia Del Rocxi. I think menus are one of the toughest things to read as a tourist who is unfamiliar with the language. There is so little context, and each word counts. Sometimes in my own country, I have to ask my waiter what a particular word on the menu means. Perhaps it is a special cooking technique or even a spice I’ve never encountered. The potential for unknown words is endless.
Now multiply that potential by my lack of Spanish and you have a nightmare for my server. We asked so many questions about the menu and tried to scope out dishes on the tables of other diners.
By the time dessert rolled around, I think we had fully exhausted our waitress. She didn’t even ask us what we would like or bring us a menu. Instead, she brought us EVERY dessert!
Encounter 2 + 4
I guess you win some (dessert), and you lose some (poop toe).
- What wacky street performers have you encountered?
- Have you been pooped on? Where were you? How quickly were you able to clean it?
- How do you feel about the Burger King ad?
- Have you had trouble communicating at a restaurant?