quite literally, he was blocking the door. I politely tapped him on the shoulder and asked him to move aside, and as he swung round and glared at me I did a double take.
Couple of swarthy looking fellas in suits stepped forwards, so I muttered my apologies and scarped. I was going to ask for an autograph but as soon as he realised I was a furriner he seemed to blank me.
He was in Mojácar (the Parador) presenting a new €90,000 marketing campaign for the village. (I had a ticket, sent personally to me from Almería Conserjeria de Turismo, since I’m an important businessman 🙂 ). The money will be spent on a little TV ad that will be broadcast on local TV across Andalucia and some of the neighbours. A couple of journalists also get a free holiday in Mojacar.
Yadda yadda, aren’t we great, vote PSOE you ungrateful little Almerienses.