Hi Everyone. Happy Monday. I'm playing along with Travis at I Like to Fish for Memoir Monday. Check him out! He's got a great first kiss story this week!
So, I'm going to tell you another Spain story. We (Hubby and I) spent 6 months in the Basque region of Spain back in our mid-twenties. Hubby had just finished a Mater's degree in Spanish Literature. I was along for the ride. Anyway, we were taking classes. We had a break for the summer so we decided to take a trip around Spain by train. One of our stops was in the magnificent city of Barcelona.
I loved Barcelona. And I'm sure if I went back and looked through our pictures from that trip I come up with all kinds of great memories. But the one memory that is clear in my mind is our trip to the zoo.
What's so memorable about Barcelona's zoo. Well, not much, since I can't actually remember much about the zoo itself. What I remember was feeling a huge, wet, splat on my head. Yes, I'd been shit upon by a huge pigeon. UCK!
Hubby tried his best to stifle his giggles and got me a paper towel or something to help wipe it off. I was so upset and grossed out I was almost in tears. So we decided to head back to the hotel so I could wash my hair. Then Hubby, in his ultimate (un)wisdom of a man that had not been married too long, thought it would be funny to call me "Shit-head".
Did I mention I was close to tears? Well, that sent me over the edge. Can you believe the nerve? Calling your sweet, 20-something, close-to-tears, shat-upon wife "Shit-head"!
Well, I was able to make him feel guilty enough that I got a piggy-back ride most of the way back to the hotel.
And that, Ladies and Gentlemen, is one of my most vivid memories of Barcelona.
2 comments:
ahhh yes, I have a similar story about a flock of sea gulls (not the 80's band). I still can't have a bird fly over head with out covering my head somehow.
Your husband and I have similar senses of humor.
I've been calling you shithead for WEEKS!
Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiidingggggggggg.
Alright, you can slap me too.
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