What if...

After my siesta, I wandered, with bare feet, up to the fifth floor veranda for a Nespresso and some ipad time.  The place was mine.  Later an American couple arrived and sat at the opposite end.  We exchanged waves.  Twenty minutes passed and four Americano matrons arrived.  They immediately began their sing-song yapping, "where are UUUU from", "I'm from VENNNNtura", "oh, isn't Lisbon MARRRRRvelous"... christ - shut up already. Is this what my next two weeks is going to be like?  If so, I may head to Spain and check out the ebola scene.