“Perdón, Señor, necesito directions a Seville. ¿Ayúdame?” Caitlyn attempted to ask the first decent looking guy she spotted. She was kicking herself for not paying more attention in Spanish class in high school. She was having a difficult time understanding the native speakers and her Spanish often contained broken fragments of English. This backpacking trip through Spain was not starting out as she had planned. All she wanted to do right now was to photograph some Spanish cathedrals in the morning sunlight and finish the day flamenco dancing in Seville. Then it was on to Madrid and Barcelona for more photography. Caitlyn planned to have a portfolio full before classes started in the fall.
“Sí, señorita,” he replied bringing her back from her thoughts. This guy looked nice enough, right? Her sense of danger a little off due to the lack of sleep at the student hostel she slept in last night. He motioned, “Sígueme.”
He led her through the town silently; Caitlyn snapping photos as they went. Outside of town, around lunch time they stopped at what appeared to be some ruins, of what Caitlyn had no idea. Caitlyn, too busy with her camera failed to notice she had been led down beneath the stage. ‘Señor Suave’ moved in close.
“¿Puedo sacar su foto?” he snarled.
Each week 1 country or region will be used as a prompt word for a 220 word or less challenge.