Last weekend I spent on the East coast with the Sobrino-Morito family, including Leticia's brother, Louis and his wife Sylvia (who also happens to be the most adorable pregnant lady I have ever seen). Doing anything in a timely manor is a struggle. We would leave for dinner each night at 10pm. I knew to expect the laid back, late night culture but I don't think it would kill anyone to go about things with just a sliver of efficiency. Mostly I feel bad for Alex, they keep him up very late and do not have him nap the poor kid. We drove back last night and arrived home around quarter to two. Alex was very tired and every time he woke up in the car he cried. I don't blame him either, I sort of felt like crying too. I am thinking about using this as a bonding point for us. You know the way siblings do? "Remember when they drove us home in the middle of the night in terrible traffic after feeding us coke and potato chips for dinner? -Yeah, mom and dad really suck."
We were staying at a resort near Benidorm. I can't be sure but I imagine it is what Reno would look like if it had a beach and a lot of German tourists. The hotel was lovely though, it was a little more removed. We were also there to visit Gustavo's parents. The night we went out to dinner with them his mother held my hand the whole night and tried to convince me that I needed to go dancing with her, she was sure I would really like to go to a country music club as well. I politely declined. Maybe this is just me but I feel like I get touched more in Spain. In the United States people just say your name to get your attention here I get guided everywhere by my wrist. Maybe they are just worried I will wonder off or something.
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