As our trip to Spain
The young Russian women next door became a mystery as the week progressed. The first awareness of our neighbours was when we were on the same bus trip to the northern part of the Island . They were about 26, attractive and certainly seemed like your average tourists. As a matter of fact, given they could speak some English, and that they were about my son Jason’s age, I had a thought of giving them his email address in case they ever came to Canada. But one thing didn’t lead to another, so I didn’t.
From time to time, they appeared appropriately dressed for sunning near the pool along with the other residents of the complex. They weren’t wild or noisy, so fit in nicely with the older vacationing folks. But routinely, they headed downtown about 10 PM for the nightlife.
After we were in bed, we’d hear the clickety–clack of their shoes on the stone walkway. That seemed pretty normal for them to be hitting the bar scene about that time. But then we’d hear one come in, clickety–clack, about 3, and then the other, clickety–clack, about 5. Now, depending on how a night might unfold, that could be pretty normal too.
But night after night, 2 clickety–clacks at 10, then one at 3, and another at 5. There were never any drunken voices, no rowdy party guests, no loud music; just clickety–clack followed by quiet at 3 and again at 5. It was almost as though they were coming home from work.
Could that have been? Were the young women on a working vacation? Did we have hookers living next door? I guess anything’s possible. We acknowledge and accept the differences when were abroad, and this was different.
When we’re away from Canada Seville , our high speed train experience, and the gateway of Madrid Spain
We’re thinking of Switzerland
