Memoirs: Spain

i was soooo tired... my mom kept trying to keep Miguel and I awake, but the jetlag was heavy on the eyelids... so we fell asleep despite my mom's warnings... she fell asleep after a while too. when we woke up we were so much fresher and i believe a bit hungry. so we had the traditional tapas... the ham was much much harder, and the bread too, the ham was saltier too. can't complain though, i was hungry. my fanta was fantabulous--- carbonated orange juice instead of some sintetic drink with a fluorescent radioactive color that makes me wonder what really is in there... it was a fair day, to me, more like spring time than a hot summer day, i even had a coat on for lack of knowledge of the weather. we sat in a bench and watched people go by as my dad went looking for an ATM... we must have looked strange, sitting there under the sun in our coats while Spaniards were having record high temperatures. yeah... we looked around the hotel a bit. i must admit i loved hearing their accents, it was like they were in a foreign land and i owned the place, and they were the odd balls instead of me. i was thrilled to be across the ocean, in a new continent, with people i heard were intellectuals, pacifists (in general), and extremely well read....