Pronounced giddy, as in, "I am giddy with laughter".
Is that how I spell that word???
Anway, I went into BCN today...and I may look like a girry (tourist from N Europe), walk like a girry, but I am no longer a girry.
Two ways I know.
1. When I went into the embassy I was not there because my passport had been stolen, rather I was looking into getting it renewed.
When I tell people that the pickpockets in this city are beyond a joke, I am not kidding and the line at the consulate on a Monday morning attests to that. The victims effectively shut down the consulate every Monday.
2. I was looking at all the girries today wandering around dressed in sandals, sundresses, t-shirts, shorts...and realised that I was still wearing my winter shoes, socks, jeans, an undershirt, long-sleeved shirt and a fleecy jacket thankyouverymuch. No sunglasses either, and I had on sunscreen so I wouldn't look like a beet at the end of the day. Though someone commented I looked more tanned....seems I am now tanning easily....don't really understand that, but whatever.
3. I found myself giving advice to a Catalan today. In Catalan. For an hour.
Starting to blend in here it seems...
Then again, youngest has been invited to 2 first communion (?) ceremonies here, this is a BIG deal, and I am going to have to do some asking around so we don't screw up our part in the events, and, you know, look like hopeless girries.
Speaking of Youngest, she had a rather dramatic hour this evening. My kids have to watch out. She was sitting peacefully reading an Archie comic when I asked the man to phone the dentist for an appointment to see if a stubborn tooth should be pulled from youngest's head. 10 minutes later she found herself in the dentist's chair with pliers in her mouth.
She was a very good sport.
And she had been asking to have it pulled.
Gotta roll with the action around here.
in not-girry land.
Pau i amor