On Being Neighed At...

Having been on the receiving end of many the interesting come-on since being here in Cordoba, myself and F were still taken aback by being neighed at, at length, by a waiter in the Corredera. We are still wondering whether neighing was a compliment, i.e. you girls are so pretty that ye merit my best horse impression. Whatever he meant by it, we had to give him kudos for the most surreal form of flattery we have come across thus far.