I love speaking spanish. I’m horrible at it, and almost always say inappropriate things when I speak it, but I like to picture myself as that adorable foreigner everyone likes because she forms her Spanish sentences around her extremely limited vocabulary, providing a hilarious icebreaker for any first encounter.
So i’ve been looking forward to getting back to practicando mi espanol, and as our plane touched down in Spain, I thought to myself, “De eso estoy hablando.”
On a 3 leg journey from Morocco, the 4 of us somehow all managed to successfully get on our flights and through various custom lines and other airport obstacles courses with only one Home Alone inspired entire-family-running-through-the-airport-arms-bags-and-legs-flailing situation. If you’ve ever had to do something like that, especially when in a foreign country (or two), you know how awesome it is to succeed. We made it to out hotel in Sevilla in one piece, but 6 hours of waiting for our lost luggage later I learned that my bag had not. Missing from my grungy old backpack was my most prized possessions: a charm necklace and my sigature rings. Not awesome. I spent the next hour cursing at humanity, but with the help of my family i was able to calm down and get on with my life.
When I’m traveling, I always expect the best from people. I didn’t lock my luggage, and didn’t even consider someone stealing a bunch of my stuff because to anyone but me it was worth pennies. Maybe it was a warning in disguise, reminding me that every once in a while, there is someone out there that is not as awesome as I expect them to be. I learned a lesson, and thankfully now have nothing of value with my anyway.
I did, however, get to practice a ton of vocabulary as we roamed the Spanish streets to find replacements for the things we could, and it was really great to have a whole team to help me. ¡Que Awesome! Also, this happened:
If this makes you sad, read what other people are doing to be awesome.
