I go into a cafe I’ve been frequenting since coming to Vilagarcía de Arousa around lunchtime. I decide, why not, I’ll just order a little sandwich. I always thought bocadillo meant, like, a little sandwich. Needless to say, when they brought out a sandwich that was longer than my arm (pretty much just the biggest sandwich I’d ever seen in my life) I was a little bit surprised. The woman who brought out the sandwich saw my petrified look and reassured me that whatever I didn’t finish, she could just pack up for me to take para llevar. Thank God, because WHOA.
Playing a charades sort of game with the girls this morning, I had just acted out “moustache” and “glasses” with the little one. A few moments later, thinking the game had ended, I took a sip of my coffee and absentmindedly scratched the top of my head.
“MONKEY!” the older girl calls out. I’m surprised, as I don’t immediately realize what she’s talking about. Then I quickly realize that she’s thinking I’m still playing and my head-scratching made her think that I was acting out the actions of a freakin’ monkey.