The Lady Bartender... always smiling... hmmmm?
For as long as the oldest ones in the village can remember, she has run her little "hole-in -the-wall-bar", selling her home made ruff stuff, named "aguardente"
A bloody hard water, which is said to have killed much stronger guys than me up through the years.
Gila, being wiser than me, restrained herself to a Sagres beer... a wise lady she is.
For as long as the oldest ones in the village can remember, she has run her little "hole-in -the-wall-bar", selling her home made ruff stuff, named "aguardente"
A bloody hard water, which is said to have killed much stronger guys than me up through the years.
Gila, being wiser than me, restrained herself to a Sagres beer... a wise lady she is.
Apart from Gila and me, there was only one old lady dressed in black, visiting the oldest water hole in the village.
I recall that the "woman in black" steadily folded her hands, mumbling a short prayer of sorts, with a faraway look in her eyes... especially when I sipped to my glass of aguardente.
Today I know why.
When we left, she even made the sign of the cross, while whispering a "Vaya con Dios"... it may have been that which made my liver and me survive the ordeal with that liquid devil.
I recall that the "woman in black" steadily folded her hands, mumbling a short prayer of sorts, with a faraway look in her eyes... especially when I sipped to my glass of aguardente.
Today I know why.
When we left, she even made the sign of the cross, while whispering a "Vaya con Dios"... it may have been that which made my liver and me survive the ordeal with that liquid devil.
