In English there is an expression: “The walk of shame”, which would be something like, “El paseo de la verguenza” in Spanish.
The walk of shame is the journey back to your house after staying over at someone’s house… unexpectedly.
The morning after, you return on the same bus as the workers going to work, or the students going to university…
If you are a girl you are still in your high heels, skirt and smudged make-up from the night before. If you are a guy your shirt is hanging out, your trousers are half undone… You look like a mess.
And it’s obvious to everyone on the bus or in the street what you’ve probably done. SHAME on you!
You want to sneak back to your house unnoticed, but suddenly you see your old teacher, your boss, your arch-enemy or your loud, talkative uncle.
During the walk of shame you feel the lowest of the low. But to everyone else it’s hilarious!
And Sevilla this week is full of walkers of shame! 😀
This morning at the bus stop, girls and women in beautiful flamenco dresses stumbled over the road, while boys and men in messy suits hobbled along like drunken old men.
Yet the difference is, there’s nothing shameful about being an all-night “Feria-goer”. The Feria only lasts a week… the walkers of shame are the hardcore ones who really make the most of it!
In England, with our early everything (lunch, dinner, closing-times), let’s face it – we just ‘ain’t’ capable of regular all-nighters… Shame on us! 😛