He blushed and said yes, along with something for his ‘folks’.
Ryan said pretty much the same thing.
So we wandered around, but every now and again we were approached by gypsies, who seemed to think Ryan and Brad wanted to buy ‘very very cheap gold watches’. When we shook our heads, the gypsies said, ‘Hash, you want hash,senhor?’
'Do we look like we’re into drugs or something?' asked Ryan, throwing his arms up in the air in annoyance, although he did eventually see the funny side.
'Just ignore them, sweetheart.'
Sweetheart? Where on Earth had that come from? He obviously liked me calling him that, though, because he smiled and squeezed my hand.
I couldn’t find the right thing for my mother, so I settled for a tablecloth, which I managed to barter down from fifty euros to thirty from
