Thursday, March 15, 2012

Dreaming of Spain - Part 2

(Part 1 is below)

“What is your name?” the bearded man asks in perfect English with the slight hint of a Spanish accent.

“Mike. Look, I was just trying to point out that you dropped your wallet. That’s all.” I said somewhat quizzically.

“I know and I appreciate it, Mike. You must be American. What brings you to my city, Barcelona?” he asks. I notice that he pronounces the city “Bar-thuh-lona” and make a point to start using it that way from now on.

“I am just passing through. I’m out here playing tourist for a few weeks and thought I’d check out Barcelona on my way to the French Riviera. I’m headed to Nice tomorrow.” I explain.

“Well, Mike, thank you. It was very kind of you to allow me to retrieve my wallet.” he says as he stands and walks away from the table.

I watch him walk away when suddenly he stops and makes his way back towards me.

“Here. I want you to have this.” he says as he places an item on the metal table. “For your travels. Good luck to you.”

Before I have a chance to respond he disappears into the crowded square.

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