Farm Day 7: The Romeos of Tobarra

Given the limited entertainment options in Tobarra, the Internet cafe is the go-to hangout for all the men in town. The lurkers recognize foreign woman immediately and pounce upon approach.

On our first night in Tobarra our doorbell rang and when we opened la puerta a bald man, around 55-years-old, waltzed into our kitchen, grabbed the cheese grater we had been using and asked us when we wanted to come over for dinner. We stared, stunned. He was speaking rapidly in Spanish and in New York we would have called the police five minutes ago. But we were in Tobarra and any night of the week was open for dinner so we looked to Mans, who was reading on the couch. “Oh yeah, it’s no problem, men in Tobarra do this all the time, don’t worry.” So we set a date of Miercoles a las ocho, and off went the bald man, still holding our cheese grater.

Juan, reading Perrin´s palm after our dinner together. He informed her she will not get married but will have lots of nice furniture.

We are all for friendly town folk but the guys here are clearly female deprived and scented new woman before we even got off the bus. We tried to be nice. A few men began talking to Perrin during our of our trips to our home away from home, the Internet cafe. (Yes, travelers these days are probably too wired, but how else can one book flights and stay in touch with America, cheaply?)

As Perrin and the boys spoke two common languages – English and French – and promised to teach us Baileys Spanish, we gladly accepted their invitation to share a few drinks.

Much to our surprise, two of the men decided – that despite the lack of any romantic activity – that they were dating us. A barrage of irksome phone calls followed. We stopped answering the phone, but everyone in the miniature village of Tobarra seems to know where everyone else lives, so we weren’t so surprised when we peered over our balcony one day and found the two men staring up at us Romeo-style. What a pain in the ass!

Why were we feeling less-than-love-struck? Firstly, Perrin has a boyfriend. Secondly, these small-town men are (clearly) clingy, sappy and boring. The most exciting conversation starter they offered was, “Do you have any brothers and sisters?” Um, obviously.

Most men in the town did end up being genuinely nice. Juan (the cheese grater stealer) made us a delicious potato dinner on a wood-fire stove and then made us a bottle of honey-flavored Whiskey (moonshine) in his basement. It must be at least 65 proof and I can’t actually swallow it but it was a sweet gesture.

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About sistersbailey

We are Perrin and Sarah Bailey, collectively known as “The Sisters Bailey”. The moniker was born out of a crazy weekend at the 2009 New Orleans Jazz Fest and it was the first time we had ever been referred to as one unit. We grew up in Alexandria, VA together and then separated for college - Perrin to The University of Pennsylvania and Sarah to Northwestern University – and somehow landed together in New York after graduation. It was in the midst of the hustle of Manhattan that we became friends for the first time in years. Somehow we landed jobs in the same industry - Sarah worked in marketing at HBO and Perrin managed creative digital promotions for her media agency’s main client, Disney - just three blocks from one another. One day we decided to leave our jobs, sell our belongings and travel abroad with a backpack and a collective savings of $10K. The stories of our continuing adventures and those of other fearless travelers are here to inspire you.
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One Response to Farm Day 7: The Romeos of Tobarra

  1. DEAO says:

    Thank you for share the good content

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