Speaking the lingo

We had our first Spanish lesson last night. Our first lesson in many things Spanish. But let's talk about the language first. It was great. A great refresher for me. A tough start after a sangria for Bindi. She's decided no more alcohol before lessons after the tongue-twisting confusion of the language got the better of her. To solve the problem she decided today to just lisp everything.
"Grathiath"
"Doth more, por favor"
"Doth thervetha"!

It's great entertainment for both of us. What's not so entertaining is when we cleverly keep asking, "Cuantro es?" and then having no clue when the answer comes how much it is after all. We've overcome this problem by handing over way more than we know it could possibly cost. This seemed to be working well until I handed over €3 (a €1 and a €2 coin) for something that cost €2! Damn, plan came unstuck. Must learn to understand Spanish people saying numbers very fast. Fast!

The second Spanish lesson we learnt last night was that just because something is advertised and you've paid for it doesn't mean anyone has a clue as to what is happening. Having paid for our Spanish lessons and accommodation as a package, we rocked up to meet our teacher who had no idea who we were, what we'd paid for - or that we'd even paid at all - or when our lessons would be held.

Third lesson: just because something is advertised on the 'Today's acitvities' board doesn't mean it is actually an acitivity that anyone expects to happen. Except us. Being the joiners that we are, Bindi got down to the foyer to meet the tour group five minutes early to ask them to wait for me, who might be five minutes late. No tour group turned up. We joked that we must be the only ones going on the tour. It was funny until there was no tour guide either. After waiting a sufficiently European amount of time for others to show (40 minnutes) we enquired with the receptionist, who promptly went upstairs to wake up the tour guide. Unfortunately, we'd already done the sights the tour was to take us on. Fortuntely for the guide, he got to go back to bed. It was only midday, after all.

So tonight, we're at it again. We're intending to go on the tapas tour! Luckily we met the guide for this tour last night. We're pretty sure we'll be the only ones on the tour but he did say he'd be here. And I have a feeling he fancies Bindi so he should show. We're hoping the only stop isn't our favourite bar (El circulo), which we did indeed go back to last night, because I am getting a bit embarrassed about turning up every night in the same outfit - my one warm top. Juan well and truly knows us by now. We might have to start swapping tops soon...