On the 4th of July I had hoped to go out and do something. But due to a lot of factors, by the time I made this decision Petra was already in bed. I decided that rather than sit around the apartment by myself, I would hit up the streets of the Costa Brava and find some entertainment.
It didn´t take long.
I just wanted to sit somewhere and maybe have a drink while watching the people go by. However, I have a fear of going to a restaurant, particularly one in a foreign country, and sitting down at a table by myself. Not to mention that here you seat yourself at most restaurants, but not all of them. So I was definitely nervous about it, but decided I just had to conquer the insecurity and go out and do it.
I finally found an ok, non-intimidating looking restaurant and had a seat. I ordered a glass of wine and started watching the people. I realized I hadn´t picked the best of locations, but it would do. And oh were there lots of people to see!
Despite the fact that it was after midnight, people were still arriving into our little beach town for the evening. Some of them were dressed up to go to one of the discotecas. Some were families with children who looked like they might have been coming from the amusement park (Yes, our town has it´s own mini 6-flags). Then there were the people who I couldn´t determine where they might be headed.
Take for example the woman walking down the street in purple Hammer-pants and tall wedge platforms. Where might she be headed? A discoteca maybe? But in that? Then there were the couples where the man was wearing capri-length pants and sandals, looking like he might be headed to the beach, but with a woman draped on his arm whose ass was hanging out of her super tight dress. Surely they weren´t going to a club? Who knows.
My personal favorite was the cowboy. He was your authentic mid-western cowboy, except that he was speaking Catalon. Wrangler-esque jeans, boots, a very frilly hat, and yep…a giant belt buckle. He had a woman with him who was wearing a denim skirt and some other kind of frilly hat. I couldn´t see her as well because of the tree and the fact that she was on the other side of him, but I imagine her getup was as fancy as his. AWESOME.
I ordered a crepe while I was there but made the mistake of deviating from my typical routine of chocolate. Instead, I ordered dulce de leche. This crepe was not good. It was just crepe filled with what seemed like old caramel. It wasn´t gooey, it was kinda sick looking. I felt bad not eating it because the waiter seemed so excited, so I asked to take it to go. We then had a very nice conversation in Spanish. I loved it!
Talk about a happy 4th of July. I may not have gotten to see any fireworks, but I did get to watch some awesome people while enjoying a nice glass of wine and practicing my Spanish skills.
