Barcelona

"Where the hell have you been?"
"I just went out."
"You've been out all night. We were worried sick about you. Why would you do something like that?"
"Do you want to know why?"
"Yes."
"Well, I'll tell you. You invited me to come to Barcelona with you. How long have we been here?"
"Three days."
"And what language has everyone been speaking for the whole of those three days?"
"Well, we've been speaking Welsh."
"Yeah. And what language do the local people speak?"
"Catalan."
"And what languages do I not speak or understand?"
"What?"
"Welsh and Catalan. I don't speak or understand Welsh or Catalan. You know how to speak English, and yet you have insisted on talking Welsh the whole time. Do you know how isolated that has made me feel.?"
"I'm sorry. It's just that Welsh is our first language. I would feel weird talking to those guys in English."
"Yeah. Well. I understand. But I've just been going a bit crazy. Everyone is talking and having a good time and I'm just sitting here and I don't know what's going on, and it's not like I can strike up a conversation with the local people, because I can't understand them either."
"Yeah. Sorry. I never really thought about that."
"Well that's why I went off."
"Where have you been all night?"
"I sat on the street and did drawings."
"Let me see.
Those are pretty good."
"Thanks."
"You must be tired. You've been up all night working. Do you want to go home and go to bed?"
"No. I want a beer."
"Okay. Let's go into this place across the street."
"Okay."
"Dos cerveza, por favor."
"Si sinorita."
"Iechyd da."
"Slàinte."