When we lived in Germany in the early 80s, my dad had a 1977 Chrysler New Yorker. It was a two door, white, burgundy leather interior and a 440 under the hood. It was a land yacht.
We drove it to Spain to visit my mom's family. At one point, my dad had to park sideways, taking up many parking spots. Then some guy parked directly behind us. I guess he thought my dad was a tourist and didn't speak Spanish. My dad is Puerto Rican and told him to move it or have it moved. He promptly moved it.
Where ever we parked, a crowd formed to look at it. It was ridiculous, like most all of the American cars of the time.
I loved Spain. We visited many times and got to see a lot of the Northern half of it.