All rights reserved. Designated trademarks are the property of their respective owners. Login with Facebook. By logging into your account, you agree to our Terms of Use and Privacy Policy , and to the use of cookies as described therein. Social Groups. Today's Posts. Mark Forums Read. Vendor Directory. Thread Tools. Search this Thread. Dec 3, am. Original Poster. Working on my veranda I feel really happy to be back in Torremolinos. It was a great decision to spend my final month of my EU tourist visa in southern Spain.
The simple, coastal village life was agreeing with me. I was relaxing. I was letting go of all the craziness in my life of the last six months. There was so much to process before I could even begin to work on myself. I love starting my day with a light breakfast at a cafe before my morning gym cardio.
Inevitably, I would see someone I knew at the cafe or at the gym. I would get some nice human connection at several points throughout the day by living in this small town. Seeing friendly familiar faces throughout the day is an amazing way to live life. Seeking and building community is a natural human need. Very few of us walk into the forest and live on our own for our entire lives. We actually really enjoyed the food. Obviously the chef was knew Vietnamese food well. Everything was tasty and authentic.
So my elbow had catapulted my wine glass through the air. I showed the waitstaff once I discovered it. Now, I should have asked that they give me a new glass of wine since their table was faulty. But I hate saying anything negative in a restaurant. It steams from my childhood like so many of our issues. My mom used to make scenes at restaurants. Also in line at the grocery store.
And anywhere else where service is provided. She had a strong sense of fairness. But her delivery was loud and demanding much to the dismay of my brother and me. I literally would crawl under the table at a restaurant once she would get started. While she was never really wrong, it was the scene that was made in order to rectify the situation that bothered me. I have deep scars that still make it very difficult to mention anything wrong to a waiter.
