19:00pm: managed to get ourselves invited for dinner at the
Golf Hotel. As we pull up, Mother spots an entire
football team heading inside, leaps out of the car and hurries up behind
them; “Darling, darling! We’re going to dine with top footballers, darling!!” Awkward
encounters have not yet ceased in Spain. Mother waltzes into a huge, lavish banquet
room (I nervously trail behind) and we are immediately greeted by the manager
(relationship has moved quickly from formal handshakes to friendly air-kisses).
19:30pm: enjoying a lovely meal, I leave Mother for two
seconds to order herself a drink and upon my return I discover that our poor
waiter, Antonio, is on the brink of resigning. Oh dear, I catch Mother ordering
a ‘red white’; “a tinto blanco por favor!” Brilliant.
20:30pm: retire to the lounge for coffee. Mother literally
forces me to have alcohol, footballers swan about while mother telepathically
flirts and Gustavo (manager) is looking on with amusement.
20:32pm: Gustavo then joins us just as Mother’s night owl
persona peaks. Typical business-talk caused me to tune out (and excuse myself
for two minutes) but to my surprise when I return the conversation has completely
changed to personal life; “you work all the time! Do you not want to get home
to your wife? Or girlfriend? Or children? Do you have children?”
Awkward.
“Oh yes, no I don’t have wife or girlfriend. I work all
time. I have two girls though! Yes they are wonderful, I have two daughters.
You are married? Your ring… you have husband, no?” Awkward.
“OH! *laughter* no, no, no, the ring? Ahh, I am only married
sometimes, hahahaha!” His facial expression clearly showed that he had no idea
this was British humour.
More exciting ventures to come
Charlotte-Elizabeth xoxo
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