I want to share with you 2 funny stories.
Or maybe they are more awkward…
Being a Rubio in Spain
Being blonde and blue eyed it is obvious that I am not Spanish.
I mean there is never a time I don’t blend into the furniture….
Sabby on the other hand has a massive advantage…
Her Romanian & Turkish blood makes her look at home in nearly all countries but Asia & Africa.
Playing my guitar in parks
So we have a cool little dog but she loves to go running and that means lots of time in the park.
And being that I need to practice it seems like a fitting place…
Only last week I was at our local park when a man approached me from one of the bars. He walked over to where I was playing and stared. I waited but no ‘hola,’ so I said ‘hola.’ No reply…
He took 2 drags on his cigarette and left, without saying anything.
It felt strange to be looked at like a fish in a bowl.
A different day (but same park) I was playing for maybe 30mins . When I was about to leave a lady who had been sitting in the park for a while came to speak with me.
(Though our conversation was in Spanish)
“Do you play the guitar…?”
“Yes…?” I replied
“But you are not Spanish… you are international…”
“Yes, I am from Australia”
Now looking even more puzzled “But you are not from here.”
“No I’m not…”
“But you play very good…”
“But I do not understand how you can not be from here…” She asks again, I guess the thought that other people learn the guitar in other countries never crossed her mind
“Ok, well thanks. I’m going home now.”
And I left her bewildered in the park.
In the end it’s all normal
Having lived here for a while I am not stranger to uncomfortable silences & strange stares. In fact I expect it 🙂
But one day maybe the people of Andalucia will come to expect non Spanish people to live here just for the joy of flamenco…
Do you have a strange story about being an expat in Spain?
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