Experience #1: Spain, the Pope, & Food – Bibie

It was the summer of 2011, and the Catholic Church was organizing the World Youth Day with the Pope! In addition to being excited about seeing a new place and seeing the pope, we were going to have to deal with camping with strangers, figuring out map reading, and trying to communicate to people who don’t speak English! I had my sister – partner in crime with me, so as scared as I was, I knew I was going to have a good time!

There were so many activities lined up from dance nights to movie nights to cultural show-offs etc. Till date, our experience would have been terrible if not for the beautiful hospitality that we received in Spain. People would take time to explain things to your non-Espanol speaking self – if they had any idea of what you needed. The sun was almost always up, even till about 7pm but we weren’t as worried. I mean there are worse things than sun where I come from.

The tourist attractions – the beaches, the old buildings and the culture continually blew our minds. 
However,  between all of that, we had to figure out where which train was going to take us to, and although we failed woefully a few times, we finally got the hang of map reading, and how saying “let’s take a picture!’ always saved the day from an embarrassing rambling session.

Although there were times that google translate had to save the day, there were times that I was sure that the language barrier would be the death of me! I was a picky eater, and in the lodge, the food was so Spanish that all I could eat were drinks, biscuits and potato chips! One day, my sister and I were craving Nigerian food so bad, so we set out to find it or anything close that would albeit remind us of our roots! Lool! We found a cute eatery around the corner, and it was time to order.

We decided that rice and stew and chicken would be the easiest to describe, and we began. We pointed at the white rice in a picture; now the stew was the problem – my iPod was dead, so google translate wasn’t exactly going to help us. Charade it is!

I pointed at the ketchup on the counter, shook my head, then made the sound you’d make when food is peppery, and the man to serve us was just looking in awe!

Next up, my sister tried to spread her hand over the food to describe a spread, and the man lit up and said “Aaaaahhhh” so voila he understood after all! Or so we thought. He put a generous amount of ketchup on the rice with a beaming smile on his face!I almost started crying, but we had one more shot to redeem ourselves by describing chicken. For some reason, the only word to describe chicken other than chicken in our heads was ‘poulet’. So we were saying poulet over and over again like dude, you’re white, shouldn’t you know tiny French, amean! But nah, he still had that smile.

Fine, since pointing and drawing in the air wasn’t helping, we had to flap our arms like wings and make the chicken sound. We’re not proud! Thankfully, when he said “Ahhhaa” this time, it was a genuine one. He went the extra mile and gave us shredded chicken. God bless his soul!

Spain taught us to see beyond colour, culture and language. It helped us appreciate the art of waiting for your turn. Lol This was one trip I’d not forget in a hurry!

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