Farewell my beloved...
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July 17th, 2007 – by: Pearl510
As we walked from the bus station to our hotel in the center, I just couldn't help noticing how ugly I find it. It was even worse than I remembered, and the streets were sticky with whatever it was that laid on the tiles, just as they were some years ago. After leaving our belongings in the hotel, again small but neat, we went to look for a sweet park to picnic in.
Ok, so we found a beach. It was tiny, bordered to a busy road full of cars and noise, and had a view over the industrial harbor were huge container ships passed by all the time. Yet it was a beach. There was the hot sand, the topless chocolate tanned girls walking around, the shells at the shore, the vendors selling cheap stuff, and the Mediterranean blue water.
Meanwhile my father had walked around the center some more. He hates beaches so scheduled to do something else. The aim was to find a nice place to have dinner, but when he came to report he had to admit that not even one place was great.
The restaurant were we sat down is called Ajo Blanco. It is a tapasbar where you can have dinner in the evening. We arrived early, and had to wait until the kitchen opened, so we had drinks first. The waiter was a funny person, completely hyperactive and extremely happy, with thick heavy glasses. He made me think of that professor from "Honey, I shrunk the kids". Yet he made our day because he was so helpful to answer all our questions and show us which fish could be ordered etc.
So at last, we made an order. This was the deal: I would go for a cheese salad (as I always go for salads), my father wanted squid, and my mother grilled fish. Yet she only wanted the fish if it was fillet, no head and tales and stuff. The thing about fillet was that the waiter didn't understand what we meant. It took us ages to explain, and when he finally got the point, he came to fillet the fish at our table, which wasn't exactly what we had in mind. Yet, it was friendly. Then, my parents ordered one mixed salad for both of them, since hardly any vegetables are served with plates in Spain, and they wanted some with it. Again, the waiter looked at us like if we were mad, but helpfully as he was he wrote it down. That's when the trouble started.
Ajo Blanco has a strange way of dealing with plates.
Again, we called for a waiter, and told him we had ordered the mixed salad indeed, but never received it. Instead, we said, we got some leaves of lettuce, but sure these wouldn't have cost 5 euro? The waiter apologized and disappeared with the bill ánd 50 euro's we used to pay. We only needed to pay 36 euro's though. Through the door we saw four waiters talking, surely about the salad. They were clearly blaming each other.
So there we were. The problem with the salad was solved, the price deleted from the bill. Yet now everyone seemed to ignore us. More even, they seemed to wonder why we weren't leaving, as we had payed and hadn't ordered anything new. We waited. And waited. Yet no one came to bring us our 14 euro change. If they'd mistaken that for a tip, they must have been greedy! 14 euro's is not a tip, it is worth a bloody bottle of Cava! So again, we called for a waiter.
The guy turned up at our table a bit unsure.
"We need change" I continued. "Change" he replied, and then, as if we had ordered a bit of extra bread or something, added "no problem" and rushed of. We looked at each other surprised, but were happy to receive the correct amount of money ánd the correctly adjusted bill some minutes later. Thank God that was over with!
Lesson: NEVER ask for anything complicated when going to a Spanish restaurant. It will most certainly go wrong!
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