It’s been raining cats and dogs here in Galicia. A train of storms are bearing down upon us from Greenland. It’s dropped 10 degrees C in the past week. Winter has returned to Galicia.
You know it’s cold when we are bundled up inside. Our ugly, yet invaluable, fleece Snuggies are required over clothes. Seventy pound Fergus wants to shadow us everywhere. Even attempting to sit on my lap on a chair. And staying downstairs on the sofa by the dying embers in the fireplace each night. Then, at a chilly 5 am coming upstairs and jumping up on the bed to snuggle between us and warm up. Jeff’s favorite. NOT!
And speaking of snuggling up with others. Last night I had a rather curious text from some unknown person. Or, so I thought. It declared me ‘preciosa’ and asked me how I am doing on this cold miserable Sunday night. It was all in Spanish. I showed the text to Jeff. It was a head scratcher. Then, the emojis started.
For those who have read this blog for a while, you might remember an unusual 2022 New Year’s Evening encounter Jeff and I had on the farm with a couple from town who just turned up at our gate uninvited. We call him The Chicken Guy. He is as skinny as a chicken and unattractive as they come, with red dreadlocks. And he is Italian, while is partner is French. I completely misread the situation until hours after they departed the farm when a text arrived inviting us to ‘swing’ with them in various configurations. Jeff laughed until he learned that the dude was equally as interested in him. This was the moment I learned what an eggplant emoji is used for. 😳 I know, I’m just not keeping up with the cool kids in the vegetable animation department. After politely declining, I was then accused of ‘not accepting other people and their sexual preferences.’ This seemed extreme and I said so before I blocked him.
‘I accept everyone’s sexual preferences. But that doesn’t mean I need to participate in those preferences with anyone who randomly turns up at my house for a booty call, or texts me on a dark and stormy New Year’s Eve. No thank you.’ Jeff would have responded with more force. I was restrained in my response, omitting vulgar expletives suggested by Jeff, who lobbied for inviting The Chicken Guy to go have a sexual encounter with himself, declining with extreme prejudice and decidedly more brevity than my long winded brush off.
So this fresh text last evening shouldn’t have surprised me as much as it did. Clearly, a new phone number was acquired, likely after this couple inappropriately texted more than just The Americans in a very small town in the far Northwest corner of rural Spain. Tongues must be wagging in Melide. And not in that way😉. But I truly had no idea who this text was from. And then the foto arrived and the light dawned. Again, I showed it to Jeff, who broke out into hysterical laughter before I reminded him that if he was included in the proposed festivities last time, chances were better than 50/50 he’s included this time, as well. That put an end to the hilarity of the situation for him. This time I didn’t respond at all, and blocked the new number.
Yes, it’s cold here. The four of us, including LuLu kitty, are snuggling up for warmth under a duvet before the fire. But, if the next ice age arrived overnight and this couple was my only source of warmth, I would choose the path of human popsicle. Looking outside now, the leaves are beginning to burst forth on chestnut trees. We seem to only attract these two in the winter. So, for me, Spring cannot arrive to Galicia soon enough.
Viva Espana 
🤨🤪
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