I've lost count of the number of languages my friend speaks fluently - french, english, italian and, helpfully at this point in his life, spanish....i on the other hand can often barely even manage to speak english. So it's helpful to have him around when attempting little tasks like ordering drinks at the bar in a spanish city...
...which we did last night - in a little downstairs bar in the 'barrio' of el raval where my friends' friend was DJing - mixing old school r&b with a hint of new pop - and even a nod to Australia with some kylie thrown in...
the thing i like about bars in spain is that measuring devices are frowned upon. ask for a vodka and the barman will happily pour half a glass...then open a new bottle and add a dash more. smoking is still permitted in bars (until 1 jan i'm told - which isn't going down to well around here) so you can still experience that smoky, dim atmosphere of the olden days- along with the smokey clothes afterwards.
Grooving away with my precious friends in a european city whilst sipping vodka with a dash of diet coke i loved my life...a lot. now if only i could understand the language...
Till next time...
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