"Un poco gay"

At the moment I am supposed to be writing a paper on the topic "Youth in Spain," but writing in English is easier. Today Mama Rosa took Sarah and me to Don Diego, her favorite coffee shop.  It's just down the street from where we live in Triana, so we strolled through the doors and sat down at the bar.  My host mom knew almost everyone at the bar, and introduced us to the servers and the people around us.  Rosa is a serious regular at this cafe, and assured us that pretty soon, we will be too.

Okay.  I have always always, alwaysalwaysalways wanted to be a regular in somewhere as cool as Don Diego.  Don Diego is a local cafe, with plenty of indoor and outdoor seating (kinda rare here), homemade pastries, cute old couples, and delicious coffee.  After we met one of the barista-waiters, Rosa leaned in close and told us that he may be "un poco gay."  My gaydar is off the wall here, where both gay and straight men dress nicely, wear scarves, walk arm-in-arm with other men, and tell women they are pretty.  We asked her how she would know such a thing, and apparently it's in the way he opens his mouth.  When my Spanish improves, maybe I will be able to pick up on these subtle cues too.

Our little familia at Don Diego

Alright, back to writing about the Spanish economy (it is the worst) and its relation to young love.  As my Spanish improves and I meet more locals, I'll let you know if I start to win any rounds of the game "European or Gay?"