Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Life in a Small Town
Rocío's First Communion has come and gone. We had perfect weather, a strange thing in Pamplona, but on Saturday it was absolutely perfect. Everybody had something to wear, and we found the perfect restaurant to celebrate. A week earlier I wouldn't have believed everything would turn out so well, but in the end it all worked out. The only word to describe it - perfect! (Actually, I'm getting paid for each time I use the word perfect - hey, there I go again.) And here are the long-awaited pictures. The rest are on Photobucket if anyone is interested (Jesús is only in one of them, since he's the one who took all the pictures - poor guy).
The only anecdote we have to tell about this day is that Rocío left one of her gifts in a shopping bag outside the church. We were in the car on the way to the restaurant, and I asked her, "Ro, where's the bag you had earlier?" She said that one of the other guests had the bag when we left the church. So, we arrived to the hotel, and I asked if anyone had the bag. No one had it, and no one remembered seeing it. We made a call to a friend to see if someone from the church could pick it up. It turned out that someone had found it, a woman named Mª Jesús, and we got her phone number. She said she knew us (we live in a small town, so I quake in my shoes when someone says they know me), and we could come by the next day to pick it up.
On Sunday morning my husband called the woman, but she wasn't home. So, I tried again in the afternoon. I got her son on the phone, who informed me that his mother was at the Retirement Club (which is Gossip Central Station in any Spanish town) with the bag. I went down to the club to find it full of elderly people playing cards, dominoes, and of course gossiping. I asked for Mª Jesús and was taken over to a group of women playing cards. She greeted me, and said that she sees my husband every Sunday in Mass with the children. Now, either my husband is sneaking out to go to Mass on Sundays, or this woman mistook him for someone else. I decided it best not to correct her mistake, and let her go on thinking that we are fine upstanding Catholics; after all she did have Rocío's present. I can just see her going up to some unsuspecting guy in church on Sunday and saying, "I finally met your wife and I gave her back the bag you lost". I would love to be a fly on the wall and see the perplexed look on the poor guy's face. Anyway, I recovered the bag, and all's well that ends well.
As I was leaving the club, another woman said, "I thought you didn't live here anymore since I haven't seen you around for such a long time. You live over in the university housing, and have three girls, right?" I swear I have never seen her in my life, and yet she knows all about me. This town is just too small.
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