To set the scene, I was visiting the very pleasant town of San Sebastian just over the border from France on the Atlantic coast. It has some lovely buildings, a great beach and some fantastic food shops and markets.
I was vaguely concerned when I went because I don't know more than a few very basic phrases of Spanish. I have been able to understand enough Dutch to get by, based on similarities with the basic German I know, so I was hoping to get by on the similarities with French.
For the most part that worked. I was able to cope, anyway.
I couldn't resist going into some of the beautiful food markets and shops (for photo opportunities) and on the last day I bought a few "necessities" for going home. You know, biscuits and sweets and things, but also milk.
I know the word for milk - "leche". "Cafe con leche, por favor". So I picked up a bottle of milk and duly transported it home. I used it in my tea when I arrived back. It was unusual but I thought I must have picked up full cream milk. Never mind, it tasted good. Muy bueno.
I finished the bottle today and looked more closely at it. I thought I could see goats but it didn't taste like goat's milk. Not that I've ever tasted goat's milk because everyone tells me it's revolting.
I thought I should run a few of the phrases through Google translate. It was sheep's milk. Ewwww. Or should I say "ewe".
Ewe know, I will make sure I learn Spanish before my next visit. Hasta luego.