We went to lunch at a Greek restaurant near the office. We had two waiters serving us – one a Spanish guy and the other an African guy. Sylvia of course tried to get something for free (like a dessert or something), but its not really a custom in Spain. But the African waiter did come over, notice we were talking in English and sang happy birthday to me. So! I’m in Spain, in a Greek restaurant with an African man singing to me in English. So international.
In our metro station (near the office), there is an array of musicians and singers (both good and bad) that perform either in the station or on the metro itself. (Our favorite is a lady that sings AWFUL karaoke every morning in an unknown language wearing the same clothes everyday). But! On the way home, there was a man playing the violin. Stella asks him to play happy birthday because of obvious reasons. He starts playing, Stella and Sylvia are singing and Kimmie is recording. At this point I am dying of laughter and embarrassment and have turned a very bright colour of red (an achievement with my skin tone). Stella at this point is telling random people “es su cumpleaños!” (It’s her birthday). Sylvia commented “Stella, stop telling the old ladies and tell the hot guys!” But alas, no boys just nice old ladies.
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