Once while driving through Spain, on the plains, our beloved Campervan overheated. We managed to get it to the nearest village and parked under a tree in the yard of a tiny restaurant/bar. We found a mechanic who could fix the van, but we had to wait for a part, so we set ourselves up comfortably in our shady spot. (Wait for it the funny bit is coming ...). Meanwhile the children were getting hungry and thirsty and my phone needed charging, so I decided to go into the bar and see if they could run up omelette and chips for the children.
This is where I have to point out that I speak not one word of spanish. So when various pronunciations of omelette and charades of cracking eggs into a bowl didn't work, I proceeded to act like a chicken around this bar, making extra chicken noises as I "laid" my eggs. Needless to say the regulars were
, but when the restaurant owners finally figured out what I wanted I got lots of laughs :P and a round of applause!
We thoroughly enjoyed our lunch and the children got ice lollies all day until we were fixed and ready to leave again. What a laugh and what wonderful hospitality.