Camera in hand, I wandered near to my house. "Puedo tomar una foto de usted?" was followed, instantaneously, by "Yes, are you English?". It seems I have more work to do on [mi acento español].
This man was playing cards in a tiny cafe. Well, it looked like a cafe, until I noticed that the only grub being served up was rum. I could not understand the players, and the players could not understand me.
But I saw this [rubor] clearly enough.