My friends were quiet in the car as we drove on to the hotel. I tried to interpret the silence: it meant that everything was normal: it meant they were concentrating on navigating through Madrid: it meant I should certainly have "got" this sexual story before. Pilar was driving calmly through the traffic and confusion, but Mercedes, who had the map, kept shouting out contradictory instructions and quickly got us lost.
We wheeled down vast avenues and around gigantic roundabouts and through enormous open squares and suddenly were confronted in the near distance with 7 lanes of cars waiting at a red light, revving and jiggling, ready to pour down upon us. To my horror, I seemed to be the only one noticing that we were very definitely on a one-way thorough-fare. And any grasp of Spanish I had was lost in my panic. "STOP!!" I shouted and pointed. And finally they saw.
"Dios mio," said Luly quietly, turning the wheel and shooting us safely away, as the tide of cars broke.
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