Heels but no dress

Just in case you were on the edge of your seat waiting to hear what my decision on Saturday night's outfit was, it was this: I wore the shoes but not the dress. Meri said I looked like a guiri, which is a rather uncomplimentary term for foreigners. The Spanish aren't known for being politically correct. Being an Amazonian (in Spanish terms) redhead, I pretty much stand out as a guiri anyway, so I don't know how the dress would have made a difference, but it was a bit chilly, and I started thinking about Northerners in their mini-skirts in January and all Brits in their best summer gear as soon as the temperature reaches 18 degrees, and so I took her advice. I wore jeans. (And I wasn't even the tallest person in the bar, thanks to the Englishman responsible for Wednesday night's cava-induced amnesia. Great that the English are good for something other than losing at cricket - being taller than me in a Spanish bar!)