a sunday drive in spain

[Scene: rental car, B road, somewhere on the Costa Brava.]

A: Did you see that lady waiting for a bus?  Kinda weird to have a bus stop all the way out here.

P: And very organised to have a plastic chair to wait on. 

A: Yeah. 

…[drive further few kilometres]

A: The bus must not be far behind us, there’s another lady waiting.  Weird there’s no actual bus shelter or anything. 

P: A, have you noticed how the ladies are dressed?

A: No.  Why?

P: Keep your eyes open.

…[few more ks]

A: Lots of truck traffic on this road.  Why don’t they just take the A roads?  They’re way faster. 

P: I imagine they’re saving on tolls.  And…

A: What?

P: Nothing.

…[couple more ks]

A: Wow, she’s really going to town with the leg warmers.  And those are some short shorts.

P: And some extremely serious stilettos.

A: Do you think they’re waiting for the bus?  What do you think they’re waiting for?

P: Are you stupid?  Or just oblivious?

A: What?  WHAT?

P: They’re hookers.  Ladies of the night.  Ladies of the daytime.  Highwaywomen. 

A: Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. 

[Ladies on the roadside start appearing thick and fast, each one with her own turn-off staked out].

A: Where’d’ya think they do it?

P: Jesus A, I don’t know. 

A: They don’t have tents.  Must have to be in the cabs with the truckers, aye?  OOOOOOh look, is that a pimp parked in the bushes behind her?

P: [Shakes head].

 

[End scene]. 

Fascinating stuff, I tell you.  Barcelona and the Costa Brava were lovely as well as interesting.

 

GLORIOUSLY WARM IN CADAQUES

 

 

QUIMET & QUIMET IN PARALLEL, BARCELONA.  YUM. 

"WE'RE TOTES GOING IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION, P".  THE JOKE THAT JUST NEVER GOT OLD AS SECOND STRING NAVIGATOR (I.E. DRIVER'S ORDER OF PREFERENCE = MINDY (THE SATNAV) THEN ME)