This resident, she's a lovely woman, very refined, used to be a docent at the Guggenheim Museum in New York, has terrible vision. She's blind as a bat. She picked up the hem of my dress and said, "Oh, are these doggies?"
"Uh, nope. Butterflies."
"Oh. Well, I'm sorry you can't get me any whiskey."
"I'm sorry too. Maybe next time."
I'm still wondering what it was about me that made her think I'd have a fifth stashed in my pocket for the sharing.
And considering the 92 year old woman who "repaired" the fresco on the walls of the church of Santuario de Misericordia, I'm wondering if there wasn't a similar moment in a hallway a couple weeks ago in Spain:
"Ahora aquí es una chica que se parece a ella me puede conseguir whisky!"