The thought of today:
“If someone defames you or insults you, shower him with flowers, smiles and good wishes”
Yesterday; Juan, Elegance and I got back from a trip to Spain, France and one day in Bahrain, the trip was a treat, and although I’ve been to Spain many times before, this country never seizes to amaze me; I love the easy atmosphere and simply adore the Spaniards, and more than any other time I wanted this trip to be special; it marks a turning point in my life, therefore I got a little notepad with me and wrote my diaries, after all, how long do you think I can stay away from blogging,. My blogging buddy Jowaira http://jewairasboudoir.blogspot.com/made the mission impossible for me; I think of her as a Lebanese neighbor who calls to say: wainik? Inzali ishrabi Ahwi le3ana.
Ok not all days are mentioned and not everything is written of course; only the things I wanted to remember years from now; good and bad.
Tues dec, 21
At last Real Madrid:
Today Juan and I purchased tickets to the soccer game between Real Madrid X Sivilla which is supposed to take place tomorrow, and although I attended two American college footballs before and one Kentucky Derby, this is my first experience with soccer. And btw; Joan is my Bahraini friend from Q8, and our Spanish friends gave him this name and gave me the name “Blanca”.
We chose our seats through internet and went to the Santiago Bernabeu stadium; slipped the visa card in a machine and voala; two tickets were out.
The perfect Spanish amore:
Later on that night; in an Irish pub, inside Madrid; this Spaniard, medium height, nicely built, feathery long, dark blond hair and deep green eyes faced me on a table while I was sitting with my two regular companions, and as if no one existed on the table he blabbered some Spanish sentence that except for muy guapa, I did not understand another word. Elegance replied back that my Spanish is practically zilch and that he’d better speak English if he cares to have a conversation with me, it was then that this conversation in a broken English started between Mr. G (for gorgeous)and me:
Mr. G: where are you from?
Me: Lebanon (of course this is a lie)
Mr. G: where is Lebanon?
Me: In France.
Mr. G: I’ve been to France, It must be a beautiful place since it can produce some gorgeous woman like you.
Me: thanx (produce? What did he think? I’m a crop?)
Mr. G: what’s your name?
Me: Ruby, and yours?
Mr. G: Juan, and I’m a journalist, and for your information I worked in Lebanon for one year and I know it is in Israel, how about you? What do you do?
Me: I’m practically jobless at the time being and I don’t want to talk about it (so much for being a journalist if he doesn’t know where Lebanon is).
Mr. G: from the moment I saw you I could not get my eyes off of you, you are a very interesting woman.
Me: interesting? (Now what on earth did he mean by that?)
Mr. G: yes, you have interesting hair and interesting shiny blue eyes.
Me: my eyes are green (again another lei, but what did he mean by saying my hair is interesting? This word could have a double meaning you know; it could mean nice and it also could mean the opposite, and since I’m loosing the hair perm I had last summer; my hair looks like a jungle, some curly, out of shape strands were pushing themselves between other straight strands which looked unusually interesting, hey guys never use the word interesting with a girl, it’s a big turn-off)
Mr.G: your hair is shiny and soft.
Me: thanx (he’d better not touch it or otherwise he’ll change his mind with all the hair gel I dabbed into my hair to make it look presentable)
Mr.G: and you have an interesting body.
Me: just gave him the look ( walain radaina 3ala el interesting?)
Mr. G: you have a petite body with all the womanly curves.
Me: I’m not petite (is this guy hitting on me? is Jewaira’s wish for my birthday to find the perfect Spanish amore coming true?)
Mr.G: my friends are having a party, would you like to join us? You can bring your friends as well.
Me: no thanx, I’m a bit tired tonight (ok, now he wants to get laid).
Mr. G: ok I’ll get you my card, please call me when you wake up tomorrow.
He left for a few minutes and reappeared with a huge guy whom he introduced as his friend who is having the party. This friend talked better English and tried to convince me to join his party. My friends on the other end were preparing to go somewhere else so I apologized and fled out with them. And as I was leaving he kept asking me to call him in the morning, forgetting that he did not give me his card well so much for the perfect Spanish amore Jewaira ^o^.
Juan and the perfect amore