A young Latino with a moderately loud blaster gets on at Sant Andreu. I’m trying to talk to people, so I’m grateful when a Latino security guard comes through the carriage just after Torre de Baró. He walks over to the young guy, taps him on the shoulder, motions him to turn UP the sound, and stands over by the door nodding along.
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“I’m a Brit with outstanding knowledge of the food and wine and the follies and wars of the place.”
lol! And humble!!
Embarrassing, ain’t it. But if I don’t put anything, Americans in particular seem to have a tendency to assume that I know nothing.
Maybe they are right. Or maybe not.
You’re all so coy, curse you.