One day I was walking about the neighborhood and strayed a bit far. I came upon this business:
The sign was there but no-one was around that day (the picture was taken another day.) I happened to know that Peluqueria means Barber Shop. I have this interesting quirk that I like to get a haircut on a trip. The first time I did this was on my one first trip to Mexico in the late seventies. So, I walked into the shop. What??? It is open but no-one is around! So I walked out and looked around. A boy of about 10-12 came running up and asked something that I guessed was "Are you looking for the barber?" So I said yes. He ran back the way he came and returned with another boy that looked about 15-16 chasing him. In my mind I said, "Oh the older brother speaks English." Nope! No English. He was the barber. Ha ha! I pointed to one of the pictures on the wall. And tried to say "Like this but longer on top" He looked confused and said "Just a minute" (in Spanish of course)
I waited and he ran into the house beside the shop. He came back with his grandfather who DID speak English. So I told him what I wanted and he translated. Alex, the barber started cutting my hair and Grandfather (abuelo in Spanish) stayed and talked to me the entire time. I found out that Alex is 20 and has been cutting hair since he was (gasp!) ten years old. And Grandfather's name is Frank (Francisco.)
After the cut and as I was paying, I saw a musical instrument, a recorder, laying on a counter. I asked if Alex played it. Yes he does. So I pulled my penny whistle out of my backpack and played a few notes. Alex grinned widely. Ha ha....music makes a connection regardless of language.
Here is a picture of Alex taken the same day as the above picture.
|Alex - Alejandro|
Another day, I decided to go to the main square in town which is a nice park with lots of benches. I found an area where I didn't think I would be bothering anyone and sat down. I pulled out my pennywhistle and started playing. There were two attractive young ladies taking pictures of each other. Then I noticed them coming my way. They both pulled out iPhones and started taking pictures of me. I smiled and finished my tune. One of them spoke English and asked if they could take pictures of them with me. I said "Yes, but you have to take some with my camera too" She smiled a happy smile and said Certainly. After the pictures she introduced herself as Mariela and her friend Dasy (like Daisy but without an "i" and pronounced Dah-see ---that is an "ahhh" sound; not a long "a" )
She also asked about the penny whistle. I explained it to her. She said "I love everything about Ireland, but I have never been there" I said "I haven't either."
Here are pictures of me with the two adorable young ladies.