Moving here to Spain has been educational in any number of ways. Experiencing new foods, and cultures and languages..yaddah yaddah yaddah.....the old grey cells are getting a work out. One aspect of my life I had not anticipated an education in though is underwear. Yeah you know, bras and panties the works.
The apartment we're in is the top floor of a two story set up, you might call it a duplex. The houses here are crammed in tightly and like the most intricate sort of puzzle. We have a terrace on the top -with a georgeous view of the sea and the mountains I might add, and our clothes line. Mighty fine hanging out the laundry. Out our kitchen window at the back, we have a view of.... well.... a courtyard if we look down, but a laundry room if we look straight out. It could be a nice space, an open terrace, iron railings and planters, partly roofed, but the three 25ish year old guys who live downstairs with a variety of girlfriends use it for laundry. You can see where my education is coming from. Well the guys are pretty clean, and there is a fairly regular supply of sheets and clothes going through, but one of the girlfriends is quite the laundry freak. ALWAYS something out. This is not a bad thing, but she has the most amazing assortment of underwear. Things I had never known anything about before.
Now, without embarassing myself or anyone else, I am a pretty straight-forward underwear kind of gal, cotton, comfy-but-not-granny undies do me fine. This girls loves a thong. Indeed she doesn't seem to have anything else. Now before you all think we are some kind of perverts eyeing this womans undies, the clothes line is 20 feet away directly across from the end of the galley kitchen we have. The stuff is unavoidable, and she is not shy about it. They guys either don't wear underwear, or discreetly hang it on the back lines behind the sheets as I confess I would do. The thongs are always front and center. She also has these bras..... Now she is a fairly regular looking girl on the street, but these bras are, I think, push-ups, lots of padding anyway and impressive bits of armouring. Lots of different colours. They have become a topic of conversation amongst the four of us.
The reason for me bothering to post about this aspect of my never-ending education is the latest undergarment. It is black, it looks like a tiny pair of cotton hot pants, but has that seam that undies do, and has a well, we aren't sure... it is either sequins or glitter glue type stuff with this elaborate blue decoration on either the front or the back. We've all gone to have a gander (we were too shy to use the binoculars) and we aren't even sure if they are for men or women....though the guys are usually pretty discreet. We are, I will confess, confused. Though it lead to some hilarious dinnertime conversation about the most uncomfortable underwear imaginable. Our vote went to sequined thongs.....oooohhhhhhhhhh you'd never sit still.