Geraldine, Anne & Fernanda
A couple of friends and I went to Madrid to surprise another friend of ours for her birthday! It was great fun getting together and hiding out at Geraldine’s apartment before surprising her mom on her birthday!
Javier Bardem sent over a bottle of champagne.
I was the first to arrive and the weather was perfect. 75° sunny, with a slight breeze, and I had a great time wandering streets and places that I’ve known so well.
Thirty years ago I had spent a year in Spain having a wonderful time! Isabel and I spent the summer on the Costa Brava and the Costa Dorada filled with parties, discos, and beaches! After summer, we headed back to Madrid where everyone dined from ten in the evening until two in the morning and the streets and sidewalk cafés were brimming with people, young and old alike.
My last trip to Madrid was with Patrick in 2002 and I was happy to see that things really hadn’t changed all that much and the streets and tapas bars were still packed with people enjoying life. I was unhappy to see, however, that Spanish women are still as rude as ever!
Thirty years ago I thought it had more to do with me being young and free while Spanish women remained tied to their macho husbands and, therefore, took out their agressions on young liberated women.
So, why was this new generation of older women just as rude? Did they miss the women’s liberation movement altogether? Were they still being dominated in their homes by macho men and needed to take out their anger and frustrations elsewhere? I think so!
On my first day, I stopped at El Corte Inglés near the Puerta del Sol and was looking for a birthday gift for France when I came upon a pair of boots I had been searching for, for years! I received a text from Patrick at that very moment and I decided to text him right back, so I sat down on a couch where people could try on shoes and began texting.
I wasn’t paying attention when I realized a Spanish lady around 65 yrs. old was complaining to her friend, and me, that I was sitting there texting and her friend wasn’t able to try on shoes. I jumped up immediately and began apologizing.
Me: Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize someone wanted to try on shoes.
Lady: You shouldn’t be sitting there using your phone while people want to try on shoes. What’s the matter with you? People can’t even sit down because you’re…..
I looked at this lady yelling at me.
Me: I was going to move, but just by the way you’re talking to me, I’m not moving, so go find somewhere else to sit!
I sat back down and continue texting. The lady was furious!
Lady: Who do you think you are? My friend wants to try on shoes! I’m going to get a sales lady to chase you out of here!
By this time we had ourselves a nice little audience observing our situation! I stood up.
Me: Lady, do you see yourself? You need to screw your husband more often and get rid of some of your agressive behavior!
Snickers from some of the younger women, shock on the faces of older women….
She was shocked, but she didn’t back down!
Lady: I make love to my husband, don’t you worry!
Me: Yes, but probably not enough and surely not very well!
I made my exit. Lynn 1 - Spain 0
Two days later, Fernanda, Anne and I were getting on a bus at the terminal so the bus was completely empty. We were saving a seat for Anne who was buying her ticket, when a little old lady in her late 70’s sat down across the aisle from us, looking our way.
Lady: You can’t save a seat.
Me: Why not?
Lady: Because you can’t. People can sit where they want.
Me: If the bus was filled with people, I can understand, but there are plenty of empty seats, so if we want to save a place for our friend, we can.
An older gentleman sat down behind the old lady and he decided to give his two cents worth as well.
Man: She’s right. You can’t save seats.
(I remember thinking, Am I on a bus in Madrid or am I back in some school yard?)
Me: What’s wrong with you people? Do you realize that if we were in New York, you would get your throat slit for meddling into other people’s affairs? (I passed my hand across my throat for emphasis!)
Lady: We’re not in New York.
Me: I know! (Big sigh) What a pity!
(It sounds so much better in Spanish. “Yo sé! ¡Ay, qué lástima!”)
The look on their faces was priceless! Lynn 2 - Spain 0
Maya Muses: Madrid is great fun! The city is beautiful and the street life is amazing! A full glass of wine (to the brim) is just one Euro plus plenty of tapas! (Olives, cheeses, sausages, etc.)
Isabel having a drink at a tapas bar.
Just stay away from those feisty Spanish ladies!!!
An angel in disguise?
Geraldine and Marius (I love her dog!)
France coming down from her apartment.
Photo Credits: Personal Photos