One of the things I was looking forward to doing when my in-laws visited was taking my father-in-law to my old stomping grounds—my former high school. It was inaugurated in 1992, and it has the second-largest swimming pool in the state (!), so—I’ll admit it—I thought he might be impressed. As a former high-school teacher himself, he found everything interesting and remarkable (as in, something upon which to remark).
Afterwards I asked him if he would write up his impressions of the visit. He sent me back a very professional-looking document. If I were a teacher, I’d give him an A+, or in Spain’s system, a matrícula de honor. First I’m going to let you read what he wrote in Spanish (if you can), and then I’ll translate it at the end.
Graduating from my high school
Spaniards, please click here if you do not get this reference, although apparently Paul Revere never uttered this phrase! Bah humbug.
One week. In one week, my Spanish family is coming. Can you all give me just one minute to freak out? (To metaphorically scream into a pillow, if you will.)
There’s one thing on my mind right now…
This guy is flying across the Atlantic tomorrow!! (Two exclamation points in a blog post is really something.)
As you can probably guess, I’m pretty damn excited. I’m excited because:
- It’s been more than four months since I’ve seen him.
- He’s pretty much the best guy in the whole world.
- He’s bringing queso zamorano, my favorite cheese in the whole world.
- He may or may not be bringing my favorite budget wine – Elías Mora.
- He’s cute.
- I love him.
- There’s probably 1000+ more reasons, but right now I’m way too excited to go all in depth on you.
Anyway. I’m sure some of you have or have had a long distance relationship (otherwise known as an LDR). How did you survive? What was the reunion like?
Should I just kidnap him and never let him return?
(I’m seriously thinking about it.)
… your parents AND grandparents visiting you in Spain: Segovia, San Sebastián, Salamanca, and Zamora!
My parents and grandparents (mom’s parents) flew into Madrid on Tuesday, April 5, to see me! Oh, and visit Spain. But I like to think I was the primary motivation for the visit. Narcissistic much? Perhaps. We had plans to see a wide swath of Spain, including Madrid, Castile, and the Basque country.
The first day, they arrived without delay. I remark on this because the first time my parents came to see me, back in 2008, they were delayed in Chicago and London. In Chicago, an unruly drunk fellow had to be hauled off the plane, while in London, someone had laid down a suspicious package. I was distraught, but they did arrive. Eventually. This time, there were no problems. God bless direct flights.
It is always weird to see someone out of their normal environment, and with my parents/grandparents, this was no exception. Once you leave the confines of the bizarrely nationally unidentifiable airport, you start to realize, Hey, this is weird. It’s a good weird, though. I started to remember all the things that had once surprised and/or frustrated me, but about which I’d since forgotten. Examples include: absurdly small elevators, the high price of soda, the low price of wine, shops’ opening/closing hours, dos besos, etc. I could go on and on. But I’ll just leave you with some picture collages of the trip!