I heard a variation of this once, but I never knew where it originated. An older fellow in a rural part of Spain made the obligatory pass at my girlfriend while

I heard a variation of this once, but I never knew where it originated. An older fellow in a rural part of Spain made the obligatory pass at my girlfriend while we were standing for drinks and tapas at the village bar. He told her he was a farmer and he'd grown up growing spaghetti. Big, waving fields of spaghetti that reached over your head; they would cut bushels of it with a scythe. A few minutes later, tears welled up in his eyes and he burst into song. I love Andalucía.