And she's back....

I must admit, I've been "doing the USA" these past few weeks.

It was good to see my family and some friends...and it felt even better to be in a country where I could understand everything without having to concentrate, but now I'm back to doing Spain....which leaves me with mixed feelings.

I thought Spain had changed its wiley ways during my absence, but I was sadly mistaken.

I was greeted well enough when I first arrived. The customs official was very nice to me. He even tried to flirt by asking if I had found my Romeo yet. (I hate that line with a passion, but I decided to give him a pass because he was trying to practice his English and he had a nice smile.) The Metro officials were nice and helpful and even the people on the bus to Logrono smiled more than usual. All seemed well.

Then I got to Logrono and my bubble was popped. I get to my apartment building and I struggle to open the door. This lady comes up behind me and watches me struggle to open the door and then struggle to get my bags inside. I mean, it wouldn't have cost her anything to drag my other bag inside. It wasn't heavy and it was small. Noo, she couldn't do that. Instead she watched me fight with my bags with a slight look of disdain and then hurriedly walked inside. Then she mumbled "Buenos dias" and I kept it moving without responding.

Tell me whyyyyy this lady had the audacity to turn around and try to berate me for not responding. Talking some, "You didn't hear what I said? I tried to say Good morning to you" blah blah blah. I looked at her with the most perfect blank face and then attended to my bags. She gonna mumble "She didn't hear me." Only the Lord Jesus stilled my tongue and stopped me from replying, "Actually trick, I did hear what the fuck you said, but since you wanted to be so rude I didn't see it fit to respond to your snotty ass. Now move from my path so I can enter the elevator. You tried it, honey, and I aint the one." I hope she said her prayers and thanked the Lord for saving her from me.

I finally get to my apartment and I get to opening the door. I'm so ready to be up in my bed, I'm damn near taking off my shoes in the hallway. Why don't my keys open the door? Apparently my landlady saw it fit to lock one more lock in the damn door and wouldn't you know that's the key she didn't give us? So I had to take me and my suitcases to her house (thank the Lord she lives like around the corner otherwise I wouldn't have been a happy kitty) and call her, because of course I don't remember the exact apartment she lives in. This chick had the gumption to act surprised, talking some "You don't have that key? Woow, I thought I gave it to you!....Are you the first one back?" Nah trick, you knew nan one of us had the key to that top lock, you just wanted a way to know when we came back. And you damn sure already know that I'm the first one back. Don't play with me. So she gave me her set of keys and I was finally able to enter my damn house.

Oh yes, and of course, my cookies that I brought back with me from the States opened up into my suitcase and crumbled into the tiniest of bits. Needless to say, I slept forever.

Bienvenidos a Espana, Julieta!