Idiot B in Spain 2
For the first couple of months Idiot B familiarised himself with the new surroundings to his new life, met the locals, and nursed his alcohol habit, courtesy of the larger and cheaper measures served at all hours of the day and night. The change in lifestyle from London was difficult at first but he soon became comfortable with the more relaxed attitude to life, assuming it was the sun which slowed everyone down and kept them smiling, it certainly worked for him, turning his skin from a pale puce to a shade of mahogany in a matter of weeks.
The local population was at least as cosmopolitan as the area of London which had been left behind. Quite apart from Spaniards, there was a heady mix of not only western Europeans and Latin Americans for the island had strong links with Central and South America, he had even encountered a Russian girl, quite how she had arrived there was another question. The fact that they had communicated in Spanish was even more spectacular, as his new hobby, a further effort to blend in or should that be ingratiate? Himself, was studying the local lingo..
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