It turns out that most AAA travel agents had billed the trip as "a nice, non-smoking tour of Spain, Morocco, and Portugal." Yeah, right.
Get a grip, AAA. Spaniards, Portuguese and Moroccans SMOKE. A LOT. Everywhere. There IS no non-smoking section. There are NO non-smoking hotel rooms. And you would not have believed the hue and cry. These tourists were aghast - AGHAST, I say - that these Spaniards, Portuguese, and Moroccans would DARE to smoke "around them." They whined and complained, and all the Tour Director (a Madrilleno with English as a second language) could do was to tell them, "Well, in es-Spain, people SMOKE." This guy talked a big anti-smoking drill and then bummed Marlboros from me. He said that Trafalgar had told him to bad-rap smoking because the AAA had sent a bunch of non-smokers on the tour.
One red-headed gal who puffed like the Komodo Dragon at the Madrid airport was never seen smoking the entire trip - until, when she thought the entire group was off visiting some archaic castle, she decided she could do so. I just so happened to NOT be with the group and came across her.
"I thought you gave that up at the Madrid airport," I said to her. She replied that she didn't want others on the tour to "think badly of her."
I said, "Sweety, I've got an advantage you don't have. I'm old, and I don't give a flyin' patooie what any of them think." She didn't know what to say.
Which is just as well.
Michael
I have nothing to hide. I smoke where ever I am able.
One thing about being a smoker: we can be out in the public and not bitch about ANY of them. Right? :)