'Bebe' - 'Scoozy' in Spanish
I'm sure everyone has by now seen the movie Euro-Trip staring three no-names and that cute girl from 'Harriett the Spy'. Do you remember the train ride they take where the four travelers get a cabin and they are joined by some creepy Italian guy? Sleazy, obnoxious and speaks only one word "Scoozy". Well, I met his Spanish equal.
This last week I spent in the South of spain. My original intentions were to make it all the way to Algeciras and then cross the strait into Morocco. That didn't work out, however, because the ferry crossing was deemed too expensive for out wee-little pocket purses. So, I decided to spend a few days in Sevilla, the capital city of Andalusia, and then a couple more in Malaga, the birthplace of Picasso. Honestly, how terrible is it when you can't cross over into Africa and are forced to spend an entire week in the South of Spain?
Well, I woke up this morning bright and early at 5:30am. I had not yet finished sleeping, and my train back to Barcelona didn't leave for another 3 hours, so I passed back out. After a few more hours rest, I got up, showered, packed my bag, and boarded my train at the station.
The car was at first very empty but it filled up about half-way with late-comers just minutes before the scheduled departure time. I didn't have anyone sitting next to me, and no one across either. I considered myself lucky as all I was interested in was finishing the latest mystery in the world of Sherlock Holmes, "The Mystery of the Second Stain". The very first stop of the train introduces two new faces to our car, a father and son pair. They take their seats directly across the isle from me and proceed to inform me of how sufferable they are.
The father had a very loud and annoying voice and was always bellowing "bebe! BEBE!" the meaning of which I am still not fully aware. He slapped his armrest with the palm of his hand, with each impact the cabin seemed to shake. He hassled the nice lady distributing headphones for the video, a dubbed version of "Timeline" and later "The Village".
Finally, the woman seated infront of him had had enough, if it were only too soon. A good 5 hours into the trip she stands up and addresses him. From my understanding she called him a "foolish child" and "obnoxious" and asked that he be quiet. Of course, he refused and demanded that she turn around and return to her book. The two argued for about 15 minutes with a few luls in the horrid display of maturity. Just when I thought one of them was going to throw a punch, the lady leaves only to return shortly with the conductor. Now, the three of them are all arguing. The cabin is filled with insults and accusations, until the conductor forces the father back into his seat (at this point he decided standing up would give him a more intimidating appearance). The conductor, with his finger pointed not 2 inches from the father's nose, started giving orders.
Not wanting to take the hint, the father stood up again belowing with anger and forced the conductor to leave the car so their arguement could be carried out in the absence of an audience. They wander in and out of the cabin, yelling and carrying on. A few times throughout the trip the father had made some lude comments and then looked to me for agreement or accknowledgement of his words. I tried not to seem associated with him at all along the trip, and at this moment, with the conductor, a strange woman and this irritatingly sleazy father figure, he signaled to me as if I would offer him support. I threw my hands up and made everyone aware very quickly that I had nothing to do with this irritating character.
Finally he was escorted out of the cabin, his son chasing after him. The rest of the ride went smoothly and, to my dismay, Mr. Holmes managed to find his man yet again. Honestly, does this guy ever make a mistake?
ps. I'm well aware of the grammatical errors within this little entry and they will be corrected at a later date. In the words of Wolf Blitzer "There's no time for accuracy in the world of NEWS"
pss. Yes, I know he didn't actually say that, but for those familiar with the reporting during the first Gulf War, this should be at least mildly amusing.
This last week I spent in the South of spain. My original intentions were to make it all the way to Algeciras and then cross the strait into Morocco. That didn't work out, however, because the ferry crossing was deemed too expensive for out wee-little pocket purses. So, I decided to spend a few days in Sevilla, the capital city of Andalusia, and then a couple more in Malaga, the birthplace of Picasso. Honestly, how terrible is it when you can't cross over into Africa and are forced to spend an entire week in the South of Spain?
Well, I woke up this morning bright and early at 5:30am. I had not yet finished sleeping, and my train back to Barcelona didn't leave for another 3 hours, so I passed back out. After a few more hours rest, I got up, showered, packed my bag, and boarded my train at the station.
The car was at first very empty but it filled up about half-way with late-comers just minutes before the scheduled departure time. I didn't have anyone sitting next to me, and no one across either. I considered myself lucky as all I was interested in was finishing the latest mystery in the world of Sherlock Holmes, "The Mystery of the Second Stain". The very first stop of the train introduces two new faces to our car, a father and son pair. They take their seats directly across the isle from me and proceed to inform me of how sufferable they are.
The father had a very loud and annoying voice and was always bellowing "bebe! BEBE!" the meaning of which I am still not fully aware. He slapped his armrest with the palm of his hand, with each impact the cabin seemed to shake. He hassled the nice lady distributing headphones for the video, a dubbed version of "Timeline" and later "The Village".
Finally, the woman seated infront of him had had enough, if it were only too soon. A good 5 hours into the trip she stands up and addresses him. From my understanding she called him a "foolish child" and "obnoxious" and asked that he be quiet. Of course, he refused and demanded that she turn around and return to her book. The two argued for about 15 minutes with a few luls in the horrid display of maturity. Just when I thought one of them was going to throw a punch, the lady leaves only to return shortly with the conductor. Now, the three of them are all arguing. The cabin is filled with insults and accusations, until the conductor forces the father back into his seat (at this point he decided standing up would give him a more intimidating appearance). The conductor, with his finger pointed not 2 inches from the father's nose, started giving orders.
Not wanting to take the hint, the father stood up again belowing with anger and forced the conductor to leave the car so their arguement could be carried out in the absence of an audience. They wander in and out of the cabin, yelling and carrying on. A few times throughout the trip the father had made some lude comments and then looked to me for agreement or accknowledgement of his words. I tried not to seem associated with him at all along the trip, and at this moment, with the conductor, a strange woman and this irritatingly sleazy father figure, he signaled to me as if I would offer him support. I threw my hands up and made everyone aware very quickly that I had nothing to do with this irritating character.
Finally he was escorted out of the cabin, his son chasing after him. The rest of the ride went smoothly and, to my dismay, Mr. Holmes managed to find his man yet again. Honestly, does this guy ever make a mistake?
ps. I'm well aware of the grammatical errors within this little entry and they will be corrected at a later date. In the words of Wolf Blitzer "There's no time for accuracy in the world of NEWS"
pss. Yes, I know he didn't actually say that, but for those familiar with the reporting during the first Gulf War, this should be at least mildly amusing.
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