Gonzalo

It's amazing how a minor decision like, hey let's go to Cafe Poli (its in the bottom of our building) for some coffee can lead to a funny encounter.

We were sitting having a cafe con leche (aka nectar of life) and chatting with our friends (the waiters) when "Gonzalo" arrived and started calling us beautiful. He ends up buying our coffee, and for this we end up having to talk to him for a few minutes.

Now, Gonzalo is AT LEAST 55 years old, with a few definitely not even close to a shade of white teeth. He is sitting with a few friends, including a drunk woman with a cigarette butt hanging out of her mouth and yelling at the waiters about how mad she is that they didn't put enough ice in her whiskey.

He starts telling us all the things we have to see/do in Madrid, and asks us how much of a chance he with one of us. But dont' worry, because "he's patient" and he will wait until we are ready to start a relationship. Turns out he's a hairdresser by trade, which upon hearing this almost made us pee ourselves... because if you saw him, he was more than slightly bald. What hair he did have he had let grow long and greasy into a straggly ponytail.

Now, he is a taxi driver... and if we want to go anywhere, we now have his cell phone number... he will gladly take us wherever we want to go in his taxi. AND, don't worry... if we lose his number, he often comes to Cafe Poli so we can find him there.

Well THAT'S a load of my back.