Mi Amiga

I was really sad when I found out that my Spanish friend will be leaving soon to move back to Spain. We decided to get together today for lunch at her house (heck, let’s just call it a fiesta). It was great to see her, and I was happy to bring a little laughter to her life, even if was at the expense of my clumsy Spanish. (Actually, she is super patient with me, and she didn’t laugh even once, even though I know she probably wanted to when I inadvertently called orange juice, “orange game.”) Like last time, we brought photos to show each other, and that helped the conversation. And through those pictures, we realized we have a lot in common. We think Disneyworld is better than Disneyland. We like sushi. We love the beach and we wish we lived closer to one. We have the same taste in clothes. And we love our families. Her little girls are adorable, too. I thought it was hilarious when one told me in Spanish with her little squeaky voice, “my mom gets mad when I throw water on the floor.” For the record, I don’t think my friend thinks it’s as hilarious because it seems to be a regular occurrence. Regardless, she does have a lovely family and I’m bummed that we won’t get to hang out much longer. (But maybe this is a good excuse to visit Spain someday??) In the meantime, after all the translating, I think my brain needs a siesta.