But then something went awry.I don't know if it was all the cheap Spanish wine (you can buy it by the bottle for a euro which is about a buck-forty).... or perhaps it was because we had left London at oh-dark-hundred and were exhausted but determined to get every minute's worth out of our first day... or maybe it was just that we had no desire to return to the tin can we were staying in that doubled as a room.
It started harmlessly enough.
Hey look, my name!
This guy is a leather worker (just like Fleeto!) outside a very cool handmade leather goods store.
The chef was holding up the menu for the night. We didn't eat there but we gave it two thumbs up.
Then we saw a window full of small figurines. This particular one caught our attention. Why? Why would someone want to buy this? What could possibly be the reason for making a miniature of two old ladies, one with her hand out-stretched?Then, 15 minutes later, walking through the park, everything became clear.
Unfortunately, the life size version was not for sale. But my husband is.
2 comments:
I understand that my dear brother-in-law is a scooch taller than the average bear, but life-sized? Really? In comparison to MeMe? Or Mom?
Also, just fyi, not Euro or blog related...Colin went Jeanie Gerogi on his brother's hair tonight. Nice.
I am not short. I am not short. Vertically challenged in comparison to giants, but not short. I still don't know who the two old ladies are...but glad you managed some laughs in the midst of your sleepless in Santiago state.
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