Heard on the camino:-
[Getting into the taxi] So, where is this
taking us?
Nowhere. If you remember, we're walking the
camino. This is taking the bags to our next hotel.
So, what do all these items on the menu mean.
What I've just said they mean. Weren't you
listening?
Yes. But I wasn't taking it in.
Our waitress last night was an engaging young
Rumanian lady, with a nice line in humour. Presumably she's prepared
to work for less than the locals. Despite being able to speak English
as well as Spanish.
Back in the Spanish parliament, 82% of them have
approved the king's abdication and his son's accession. The
opposition Socialist party - which has republican roots - threatened
to fine any of its MPs €600 if they voted against the motion. Which
doesn't really smell democratic, does it?
Finally . . . Going into the dining room at our
hostel tonight, I asked the waitress to switch off the TV in the
corner. After she'd got over her shock at this request, she replied:
"OK. But I'll have to put it back on the minute anyone else
comes in."
Dinner, by the way, comprised of 10 dishes with
chips and 4 with lettuce. All the latter were fish dishes. A bit ironic for Brits.
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