Here goes…Summer vacation means a lot of things to a lot of different people. you’ll be spending your holidays at the beach for as long as the relationship lasts.
Or – if you’re even less lucky – in her or parents who own a beach house in Marbella.
But it just turns out that I haven’t met the right Indian man for ME yet.
Don’t even think of calling her out on her lateness. Plants give off oxygen during the day, but at night they shoot poison gas out of their pores and you’ll die asphyxiated in your bed.
And that was where he was doomed to spend his holidays, till death do us part: sleeping on a sofa-bed in the kind of place where Clint Eastwood would have gone to film a spaghetti Western.
If you don’t, for some reason, enjoy spending three weeks of every summer with sand up your asscrack and bored to tears in Benidorm…Or watching mangy dogs lick themselves on the town square of Villafranca de Ojetes, population 22…Well, maybe you should look for a girl of another nationality. I told you I was gonna do a lot of generalizing.)Also…Most of my international friends here in Madrid think owning a car in the city is insane – or at least unnecessary.
And inspired by her, I figured I’d make my contribution to the conversation…Of course, long disclaimers at the beginning of blog posts are all the rage these days, so lemme just say: Yes, I’m generalizing.
Surely not all Spanish women are like the four or five Marias that I’ve dated. And one further disclaimer: if you’re the kind of person who thinks it’s my civic duty as a foreigner never to say anything negative about Spain or Spanish people, you probably won’t like this article.