Some Folks in Granada / by Sharack

The first is of a bartender whom I drew at a tapas bar. When I was packing to leave, an old women, possibly the bar's owner or the bartender's mother, started yelling at me. Luckily for me, my Spanish isn't good enough yet to care what she was saying. I left them a euro.

The second is of an old woman sitting across from me at the bus station waiting area. She had these huge, fearful eyes and looked quite unhappy.