We had good news today! Our car was fixed so we went to Ávila (a stunning walled Medieval city about an hour away) to drop off the rental car and pick it up. Our insurance had arranged for a taxi to take us between the rental agency and the repair garage. So we came out with instructions from God (via Jesús in the Enterprise Rental offices) to look for José, who (for some reason) was parked a few blocks away instead of in the empty Enterprise lot. He would be the one, we were told, with an Audi. (To set him apart, apparently, from the roughly fifty-thousand other Audi’s sold each year in Spain…) We eventually tracked down José (in the 95+F temps) and he opened the Audi’s trunk (“boot” for my UK readers).
This was clearly a job for my very rudimentary Spanish. “No bolsa de viaje,” I told him. “No suitcase.” But he pointed to my dog, and then to the trunk.
“Aquí es para el perro.” (The dog goes here.)
“NO!”
“Sí.”
When I stood there, my jaw dropping and shaking my head, he gestured impatiently. “Sí!”
My Spanish might be less than basic, but even I can repeat a few choice phrases I’d heard here. So I did.
The effect of my eloquence on José was impressive. He sucked in a breath and let loose with a stream of fury. From the corner of my eye, I could see the Hub and the dog watching. The Hub was grinning as he leaned in and whispered to me. “I think you told him to put his mother in the trunk and um… do something to her there.”
I was quite pleased. “Really? Well that can happen before he sticks my dog into an Audi-shaped oven on a day where the temperature is mid-90s.” (Translation: mid-30s for you non-American types…)
José continued yelling, and it was clear his communication left my little madre comment pitifully far behind. I thought he’d leave us behind as well, when he pulled open the door and started yelling about his beautiful clean coche. I pretended to think he was waving us in, so I hopped into the front passenger seat with my dog at my feet and turned to beam my biggest smile (lots of teeth) at José.
Our trip to the mechanics was made in record time, although as fast as José took every corner, his stream of shouting and insults was even faster. Too bad—I would have really liked to know what some of those words meant…
But the good news is that we have our car back, so our trip home can proceed on schedule. However, it’s just possible that the actual translation of what I suggested José do to his mother has set Spanish/American relations back by centuries, and we’ll actually need to make a quick getaway much sooner. (Which, I think, is totally the Hub’s fault for not playing along when I suggested telling José that we were Canadian…)
Still, I’m already sad to be leaving Spain. There’s still so much here to see. And, clearly, SO many new words to learn.
lucciagray said:
I love Ávila. It’s one of the prettiest cities in Spain. Have you been to Córdoba?
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barbtaub said:
Yes, and of COURSE I love Córdoba. But I think my new favorite is Segovia. Everything is just a tiny bit over the top in a fabulous way.
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lucciagray said:
That’s where I live, although I’m off to Malaga for my summer holidays on Monday 🙂
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barbtaub said:
You are so SO lucky. How could you even need to go away for holiday?
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lucciagray said:
It’s over 40° in the shade in Córdoba at the moment! I need the seaside!
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barbtaub said:
Ah. Yes, you do.
We are so lucky here in Piedrahita. It’s high enough that although it gets up to 40 during the day, it always cools off at night. Plus we stay in a 300+ year old stone mill with 2-3 foot thick walls, so it’s quite cool inside even on hottest days. (We do NOT stay here in the winter.)
Hope you have a wonderful holiday!
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lucciagray said:
Sounds wonderful! Have a great holiday, too💖
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quiall said:
hahaha I would love to travel with you!!!
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barbtaub said:
I wish you would! (It would make it a LOT easier to blame everything on Canadians…)
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quiall said:
hahahah we’re so nice we would let you!
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Paul said:
So, you claim to be Canadians when stirring up trouble in foreign countries, eh? Well, Well, we’ll have to see about that. Ha! I remember when I was a pre-teen, I used to be fascinated by going to the liquor store with my Dad. It was illegal for minors to be in there unless accompanied by an adult and that world of walls full of fancy different colored and shaped bottles was unequaled elsewhere. One hot summer day we pulled into the liquor store parking lot and walked towards the shop door. Just as we passed the rear end of beat up old car filled with JUST legal young folks, one jumped out, ran around and unlocked the trunk. A head appeared and the young man said “two four of Moosehead”, then disappeared again and the trunk lid was shut. My Dad laughed and I was startled – the behavior of teens still a few years off for me. But I did take note and some years later did precisely that – rode in the trunk to the liquor store because there was no room for me in the car. It is entirely possible that your Mother did or would have done that as well Barb.
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barbtaub said:
No, it’s more that everyone LOVES Canadians. I just hope for goodwill by association.
I can’t ask my mother if her misspent youth included time spent in car trunks, but somehow I would doubt it.
When I was a teenager, we did occasionally try to save on money at the drive-in movies by stuffing kids into the trunk—but only for very short periods and only at night.
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A Passionate Dreamer said:
I’ve never been to Spain but I dream of going! Hopefully they don’t suggest I put my kids in the trunk… or maybe I just won’t run into Jose. LOL I needed a laugh thanks
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barbtaub said:
There don’t tend to be so many people who keep pets here in rural Spain. Cats are, for the most part, feral. And dogs are seen as working animals who belong on farms. So people are nervous about my dog and often cross the street (even though I keep her on a lead).
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A Passionate Dreamer said:
So weird. People here keep dogs in purses and strollers lol. Interesting to learn about another country though. I hope to visit one day.
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Mary Smith said:
Ha ha! Would have been good to witness. Did the dog ignore it all?
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barbtaub said:
The poor thing was very confused by the whole scene. She’s used to Scotland, where almost everyone who sees her gives her a pat (or a treat) and assures her that she’s a fine wee doggie.
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Mary Smith said:
My five-year-old son was very confused when he came home from Afghanistan where he was treated like royalty and given free biscuits, cakes, ice cream whenever we went shopping and found that in Scotland no one gave him free samples – or even talked to him.
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David Bridger said:
What a ridiculous and unpleasant man José is. I can’t believe he thought anyone would put their dog in the boot!
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barbtaub said:
I’m sure he’s telling everyone about the crazy American who put her dog INSIDE THE CAR.
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coldhandboyack said:
What an absurd notion. I don’t like letting my dog stay in the back yard when it’s in the 90s. He would have thought I was a bad Canadian too under those circumstances.
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barbtaub said:
NOBODY thinks there are bad Canadians. (Although my dog isn’t so sure about Spanish taxi drivers…)
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linda1633 said:
LOL! I loved your attempt to communicate your displeasure to Jose. I’ve worked areas where Spanish was the predominate language. For future info, if they’ve got a kid that speaks English and you ask them what their daddy just said to you, 9 times out of 10 they’ll tell you. I learned a lot of new words that way.
I’m really, really glad that sweet dog didn’t end up in the trunk…er…boot.
Funny story, Barb!
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barbtaub said:
I love the kid trick! Must remember that for next time (assuming José has his kid along).
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Kassandra Lamb said:
LOLOLOL Glad to see you are learning a new language and spreading goodwill wherever you go, Barb. 😀
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barbtaub said:
I’m not at all sure that’s how José would describe it…
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Kassandra Lamb said:
We’ve already established that Jose has no sense of humor (not so sure about his sense of decency either — dogs in the trunk? No way, Jose!)
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barbtaub said:
Trust you to be the first to say “No way, José!” (I’ve been waiting…)
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Cathy said:
I’d have had a few harsh words to say to José as well. Wish I could have seen you in action 😀
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barbtaub said:
I’d like to believe I put the fear of Jesús into José, but from the way the Hub kept bursting out in giggles the rest of the day, I suspect that wasn’t exactly how it played…
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TanGental said:
Ah the dangers of a foreign language. A friend, posted to Amsterdam decide to learn a bit of social dutch. At his first party he was introduced to a good looking woman and thought time to road test his lessons. Things went well for ten minutes until she asked if he was married. He thought he responded ‘No I’m divorced’ and couldn’t understand the laughter until told he had actually said ‘ No I’m circumsized’
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Elyse said:
Serves that guy right for wanting to put your dog in the trunk!
When we first moved to Switzerland, we had a Volkswagen Passat sedan. Wept the back seat down for our dog Charlie. He was a Bernese MtnDog, and so the back half of him would ride in the trunk. We were staying in France for the first couple of weeks. We were also actively engaged in smuggling goods in the VW from France where everything is cheaper to Switzerland.
Every time I had contraband in my car, Charlie would stand up just as the border guard came in sight, and go into the trunk. Only the eyes of the mostly black dog were visible.
I always expected to get busted but never did.
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barbtaub said:
Sorry for late reply, but we’ve been on the road. I love the story of Charlie guarding the contraband!
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Elyse said:
I would love to write up my smuggling stories. But I really don’t want to let bad guys know just how easy it is to smuggle in Europe.
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barbtaub said:
That’s assuming the bad guys have a Charlie!
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Andrew Joyce said:
As I read about your continuing adventures, I have just one question for you, mi amiga. And that is: Why the hell do you ever leave home?
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barbtaub said:
I need the blog material?
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carol hedges (@carolJhedges) said:
Ah, learning the insults of another country. Essential for getting about. I remember going to visit friends in Prague, and their teenagers taking us aside and ‘teaching’ us some ‘essential’ words we might find useful. Needless to say, our friends soon disabused us of their value in everyday conversation!
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Bun Karyudo said:
You say your Spanish is rudimentary, but you’ve clearly mastered the essentials. Incidentally, from the photograph, Avila looks like a stunning place.
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barbtaub said:
Avila IS stunning, especially at night, when it really comes alive.
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beataaleksiejuk said:
I wish you a lot of travels in 2017 year.
I leave you my post about celebration of New Year’s Eve in Madrid
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