In the 21st Century, Thinking back on my travels, Part 2

We are still in Spain, no one in my group has dared to use the bidet since :)
We decided to head out into the country side from Madrid to Seville.

So we took the train, it was not the modern high speed rail but an old train at the time. As we boarded the train a small group of men started speaking to us in Spanish, a few us that were fluent in their language understood what they were saying and let me tell you I do not blush that often but when I do, I am red from my face down to my nether regions <blushes>. One of my travel companion kept repeating " No Molesto No Molesto" which seemed to spur them on.....Finally I step in and stated the following" NO,Violencia contra monjas católicas " a rough translation would be "no, violence towards Catholic nuns "The group of men apologized, helped with our baggage and left us alone, they were bowing to us as they were leaving......My friends asked " what did you say, I repeated the saying and then informed them they are now NUNS" YES, I did it again.....I am such a prankster, I am so EVIL!!!!!
Thank you god, the men left the train at another stop and did not depart in Seville when we did or I would have been saying "NO MOLESTO" myself.....LOL

We checked into our little hotel run by a family. It was a very old building, it had a courtyard in the center and three floors of rooms on the perimeter of the courtyard, it was beautiful. Another three rooms for 6 girls.
My room was on the ground level facing an alley, as I looked out the one and only window, a floor to ceiling window it had bars, long thick black bars.I was thinking to myself, were these bars here to keep the guests from running out on their bill or to keep the street hoods from coming in....I think the latter was the reason:/

We decided it was time to exploded and enjoy the local fare, food and drink that is.....
We found a "bar" more like a whole in the wall type joint.....It was dark lit ground level dungeon.It was going to be fun or so I thought.......The Sangria flowed, the bar food was heavy the smoke from the cigars that the locals enjoyed made my head swim but I was determined to have fun.....So I did.....One of my travel companions stated, she needed to use the loo, well, in this place the loo consisted of two stalls with the side walls stopped at the bottom of the toilet bowl, the stalls were placed on a wall inside the bar not behind a door then proceed to the Men's side and Women's side, oh no no no anyone and everyone could see your feet either facing the said toilet or facing the room full of patrons, needless to say, NO ONE from my group ventured into the stalls.....I am adventurous but not adventurous.We left and headed back to our old hotel...All I remember was opening the door to my room and waking up with the sound of a vacuum in the hall ,the next day. I had the world's worst hangover......I saw stars and I took a deep breath.....I think years later I am still suffering from that hang over.
From what I remember after that night, We walked around, look at old churches,streets, parks and old people..... 
If you are interested in more of my travel pranks, er, stories email me at mary.mccune@gmail.com and I might tell you. :)