Embarrassing moments seem to have followed me safely to Seville! Not content with announcing that I'm going out with Markus Laegal by accident in German, I just made myself blush (for the first time in years) in a Spanish shop...
I had one of those do-i-actually-like-the-jumper-i-just-bought-or-does-it-make-me-look-like-a-heffer moments. Jim and Andraes had just picked jonah and I up from the airport and the boys had stopped for a drink to let me nose round a discount village (those rare gifts from God). I was going a little bargain crazy (I am now the proud owner of fabulous Spanish clothes not available in UK:) when I had an attack of buyers remorse.
You know the feeling ladies. In the shop it looked like the best thick knitt jumper you've seen in ages, but when you've owned it an hour you start to realise it makes you look quite round and a little podgy!
I thought oh well I'll return it; Jim even turned up at just the right moment to explain in Spanish that I wanted my money back. Fairly straight forward si?
Non - There was a sign above the til that stated (in Spanish) that they don't return, they only exchange. Ok except I didn't like anything else and the woman started talking very loud and fast in that dramatic way only spanish women can. The whole shop turned around; I hastely grab something to try it on, mainly to stop the torrent of speach. Unfortunately the top looks gross and there's nothing else I want. I decide that I'm just gonna keep the jumper and get out of there when I catch a glimpse of my back in the mirror...
Now the weather was destinctly warmer in Seville than in Cologne so I decided to change into a cooler top I had bought from the same shop. I hadn't noticed that the tags were still attached and sticking out the back. I tucked them in and prayed no-oe had noticed but no such luck. Three shop assistants had gathered to smuggly inform me of my buyers boo boo and I had to stand like a child whilst the eldest cut the tag off like my mother! The shame! I was so red! And that was before I had to tell them I'd changed my mind and I'd take the jumper anyway. I would have run from the shop hiding my face if I hadn't wanted to preserve a modicum of dignity.
And Jim was there to witness the whole thing! So unfair! Hang on a minute... last time I was in Seville I had a rather embarrassing moment with a drink of chocolate and Jim witnessed that too! What is it about Jim that brings out the bumbling idiot in me!?!