Hello guys! I apologise for anything I might say in the following ramble. But I'd like to write.
So today I met this guy called Harry in my little Spanish town. He was in a van with the lady who runs the Hotel Zacatin this morning. We were carrying wine bottles down to the recycling bin. Anyway she said "they're english" in Spanish to him and she stopped. We talked to him and he said "I can tell you're English, you're taking the wine bottles out". I was worried he though we were alcoholics. But it's OK.
Anyway, so I decided to leave him a note on his door. I told him we were having dinner at 9PM, it would be me, my friend Dale and my friend Patricia who lives on the opposite side of the road to him. I draw a little diagram of who we were and where we were living. I left my phone number too. He messaged me on whatsapp to say he was coming.
I invited my friend Pat over too. She is 69 years old and an amazing human being. I love her to bits. She's English but she has some fascinating sides to her once you get to know her. Anyway. We all had some pizza, some hummus, some carrot and cucumber sticks and 5 bottles of wine between the 4 of us. And it was a wonderful evening. Dale raided his spotify account. First with a selection of Pride 80s music. You know, fairly gay, and I love that stuff. George Michael, Karma Chameleon, all that, Cher. Etc. Etc.
We talked about politics for way too long but I stayed patient. And then we started dancing and singing to the music and I loved it. I loved gyrating to all my favourite old songs. Moving your body is totally under-rated. Being able to exercise is a real privilege. I loved it.
I walked them home and we're due to meet up in the morning once we're over our hangover. Lots of love to all you Steemit people