So .. I've met the parents! and the brother and sister in law! And they're all so nice! It was Loco's father's birthday and we went out for lunch. I sat next Loco's brother and opposite Loco, which suited me fine.
His sister-in-law seems a little peculiar but she is very Catalan so I'll let it slide for now.
Now, in Spain, meeting the parents is a very big deal. HUGE. Meeting the parents means that you are in a very serious relationship with probable intentions to marry. In our case, Loco had to give some explanation as to why he slept in Barcelona every night at a "friend's place" and after much prompting from his mother about whether his friend happened to be a girl, that perhaps was a "special friend" Loco finally admitted it and his father was not surprised exclaiming "Tiran más dos tetas que dos carretas" roughly translated as a pair of breasts pull more than a pair of carts. And so a short time later I was invited for lunch.
Normally you get introduced to the parents after 6 months to a year. I know people who have been dating over a year and still haven't met the parents, nor do the parents even know of the significant others existence. (This was the case with my ex in Madrid).
I think Loco's mother was pleasantly surprised as from what I gather she was expecting the stereotypical British person as found on the likes of Ibiza Uncovered and Benidorm Hen Nights. She seems satisfied that I am not some sort of Shameless Hussy (if only she knew, bwa ha ha ha).
So now they know. And now I only have to meet the rest of the 256 family members who will soon know about me as apparently Loco's mother is not one to keep her mouth closed. Joy.
