Colder breeze comes - suggests a remark of weather change in one September afternoon. I can feel the fall coming, bringing couple degrees down on the thermometer. Afternoon walk is like a must, as living in real Eixample brought many new things to discover.
A cup of "cafe con leche- largo" on the table, while watching people as they climbs up the Metro stairs in El Clot - Barcelona:
"Perdona..."
"Perdona, senorita.."
I turned my head to a guy on my back. There were two guys - both with strange face staring curiously at me, with their cigarettes lit and estrellas on the table.
"El duele..., mmm, el tabac... duele...??"
Even with my -enough to live two year in Spain- spanish, I understood what he meant. I don't know what "duele" is, but "el tabac" and the gesture was enough for me. [later on after, my friend told me that I must have heard it wrong. It's suppose to be "huele" (smell) - not "duele" (hurt)]
A cup of "cafe con leche- largo" on the table, while watching people as they climbs up the Metro stairs in El Clot - Barcelona:
"Perdona..."
"Perdona, senorita.."
I turned my head to a guy on my back. There were two guys - both with strange face staring curiously at me, with their cigarettes lit and estrellas on the table.
"El duele..., mmm, el tabac... duele...??"
Even with my -enough to live two year in Spain- spanish, I understood what he meant. I don't know what "duele" is, but "el tabac" and the gesture was enough for me. [later on after, my friend told me that I must have heard it wrong. It's suppose to be "huele" (smell) - not "duele" (hurt)]
