I’m sitting opposite a lady who is the epitome of the phrase “middle Australia”.
She’s from Queensland and is regaling her German dining companion (very slowly and loudly because of the language barrier) about how sometimes she makes a curry to be a bit fancy and how she likes to be a bit cheeky and make a roast on the bbq on her verandah.
Her husband Greg (of course), likes meatloaf, which could be either the artist or the foodstuff, to be honest. She just ordered a brownie and she is besides herself. The more sangria she drinks the more wild she gets. I’m loving it because I don’t know anyone like her. The company I keep is best described as: freaks, fags, family. All this normalcy is so alien to me. People like this ACTUALLY exist.
She is lauding, LAUDING her fancy Nespresso machine: “Do your market research, get a good machine. Your one pod a day will not make a difference to the environment, yes they’re not recyclable but 🤷🏾♀️ “
She is middle Australia.
Here are some photos cos I can’t today. The 266,000+ steps I have taken across Spain are really weighing down on me.