Living in Spain is not an easy thing to do, mostly because of the language difference.
My parents tried to do their own finger prints for some documents for the US, but to do that they needed an ink pad. The supply shop had just opened after siesta, and we had been out running errands, so my mom wasn't in a good mood. When my parents went to the small office supply shop by the square that morning, they were sent to a post shop on the main street. When mom went to the post shop, they said that they didn't have what she wanted.The guy who was in the office supply shop must have thought that they wanted a postage stamp. She was telling me the story while we were coming back from the grocery store. So all day, my parents had been trying to get the ink pad, and my parents had failed.
When she noticed that the office supply shop was right in front of us, we decided to try again. The shop was really small, has lots of magazines, pens, and note books. They even had a porn section, but that is normal in Spain. The shop is usually packed. Partly because it is so small and it does not take many people to fill it. There is a counter with two guys behind it and they take photocopies and work as the cashiers. When we walked in, the shop keeper recognized my mom at once from the morning. My mom and I didn't take very long to explain what we wanted, because he had a pretty good idea from this morning and mom is really good a Charades.
One of the shop keepers brought out the ink pad from under his desk. It was black and exactly what we needed. When we went home, my mom and dad used it to get their finger prints. My mom was flustered because she had been there about 3 times that day and she had not gotten it until then. Also because she had just been sent from office to office trying to get an ink pad. With all the trouble my parents and I went through and finally getting the ink pad, I was pretty happy with myself, and happy because my parents were a lot less stressed.
Hey Z--that's a good piece of writing!! Reasonably organize; reasonable topic sentences and and a happy ending. What more can I ask for.
ReplyDeleteNot too much to report from this end. It's beautiful here. Everything is still green. The flowers are out in full force--both my flower garden and the wild flowers. Gramps is discing up a storm. The grapes are budding out. The horses are getting fat. But I suspect all will begin to turn brown pretty soon. I think we've seen the last of the rain.
The most exciting thing I can report is one of my bee hives swarmed! Emmanuel came in yesterday to say he saw a big clump of bees on the side of the hive your Dad and Mom built. I went out to check--and sure enough, there it was. Since I still have one empty hive, I thought great! I can put this swarm into my empty hive and then have three good hives.
Gramps and I gathered up my bee equipment, quickly made some sugar water, donned out bee suits and headed back to the hive. Using a dustpan, gramps scraped the big mound of bees down into a box and took it over to the empty hive and dumped them in. We put in the bars and closed the lid and then marched back to the house, feeling very proud of ourselves. After about an hour, I couldn't resist. I returned to the hive to check on our handy work. Ohhhhh nooooo! There wasn't a single bee in the hive; with in the short hour they had taken wing down to the last bee. It was definitely a show of displeasure with the accommodations we'd offered!! I'm still wondering what I did wrong. It seemed like such a great opportunity.
We're looking forward to seeing you soon! much, much love bippy