Vignettes

While in Spain, few big grand momentous events have occurred on typical days. That isn’t to say, however, that Spain and Andalusian culture aren’t regularly bumping into me and saying hi. A plethora of little things happen all the time. Below I’ve shared a handful of little moments as best as I can remember.

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A little old lady on Spanish television got her four seconds of fame when she was interviewed for a piece of news. “Estoy harta hasta la naríz con estas porquerías!” (“I’ve had it up to the nose with this rubbish!”, but it’s cuter in Spanish. Think of an indignant Porky Pig, in female Spanish form.)

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One afternoon, I came back to the apartment building for lunch and almost tripped over a little white terrier hanging around the door to the building. I looked around a little bit - directly across the path is a little park space, and I was thinking the dog’s owner might be behind some bushes or something - but there was hardly anyone in the area. Bemused, I made to let myself in, but the dog eagerly slipped through the door and bounded away up the stairs. I had a brief worry about the absent owner outside panicking over his or her missing dog, but decided it was better in than out. I headed upstairs and told Carmen about what had happened. She laughed and explained, “There’s a woman who lives on the first floor who takes the dog down when it needs to. She leaves it outside and comes back up, and the dog just comes in with whoever opens the door next.” Well, it’s something I’d never think to do, anyway. 

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