Mañana, Mañana. Mañana is good enough for me…
La Roca is a shopping center that reminds me of St. Louis´newest development, The Boulevard. It actually reminded me of somewhere exotic like Venice or Aigues Mortes in France, but it was a knock-off of what the Americans, whose inspiration was small European towns, have tried to imitate. There, I found a wonderful pair of cheap Camper shoes (a fish head on one top, its tail on the other), and a cake called Coca de Vidre. We spent some time at the car mechanic where my friend was got her tires (¨do you say tires or wheels?¨she asked me) replaced. There I taught her the words “goosebump” and “artichoke.”
Yesterday I saw a man on the street who was, I thought, making lude gestures at me. He had his fingers in a V, put sideways up to his mouth. I ignored him, acting the foreigner, and he approached me. Did he want 2€? Did he want me to do something to him? Was this a proposition!? He mumbled something. ¨No parle…¨I began to say. ¨Do you have a cigarette?¨he asked, in perfect English.
Hmph.
I shook my head.
Hmph.
I shook my head.
