In Spain, an American will quickly notice how secure the Europeans are about their bodies, and what is being shown to others. I’ve seen people changing into their swimsuits while at the beach, and I have also heard word of our housekeeper walking into the bathroom while Doris was washing her clothes and proceed to pee with the door open. Shocking, no?
I feel as though some of the roommates have taken in a bit of this mindset. Our room has bay windows with a strange set up for blinds… meaning they don’t really cover the windows. We are also on the top floor, not too terribly visible to the surrounding buildings. With this in mind, the other girls in my room have tossed all cares into the wind and change whenever without checking out the window.
Little did Emily know that Saturday night she had an audience. She was going to change her shirt for going out, was luckily looking in the opposite direction, when we heard a loud whistle just as her top came off.
“Oh my god!” she said as she frantically grabbed a shirt to cover up.
We weren’t sure if the whistle was even meant for her at first, but the coincidence in timing made us a little freaked out. I looked out across the window at the one apartment that might have a view of ours and sure enough there were about 5 boys on their window balcony whistling and yelling at us. One of them held beers in his hands and motioned for us to come over.
They looked about 16.
It was actually kind of cute. The group of boys started shouting “Te Amo” across the street, and even busted out guitars to serenade us. We spent the next hour or so just cracking up at the situation because they just wouldn’t stop. One of the boys came over to ring our buzzer and Regina (our dig supervisor) told them to fuck off (you gotta love her straight-forward German personality).
At one point we got John and Adam into our room – they were going to take their tops off for them (at least they’d get some action that night – haha). When the boys across the street realized we had guys in our room (it is a room of 6 girls after all), they all started cheering and yelling for them. I guess they were excited that some guys were able to get into our room, even if it wasn’t them!
One of the boys came back later to ring our buzzer again after we all had left to go out. “Las chicas… we love them… where are they?” he asked. It was probably pretty hilarious when Regina had to tell them we were too old for them and that they had no chance. Can’t you just picture one of these boys calling all of his friends over because he has an awesome view of a room full of girls?
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