I kinda of feel like my life is the show Sister Sister. 90s Flashback. Tia and Tamara. Twins separated at birth and adopted. I feel like I am at the point where they get back together and join families.
Here I am, in Spain, at Alma's family's home, without her while she is London. All because I hung out with her for a week six years ago. I only know her from those seven days but somehow the four days we spent in Malaga made me feel like we knew each other much better. She's smart, GORGEOUS and a person I am very lucky to have as a friend.
Alma's family is absolutely incredible too. Her mother IS my mother. She is always offering me food, chatting and they have the same mannerisms which is FREAKY. For some reason I have a very hard time understanding her father. Spaniards speak with a lisp and his is very heavy. I suppose a Spaniard would say he has a nice voice but it does me no good. Together they are much cooler than my parents because they travel. They've been to ALASKA, Chile, Jordan, Kenya, Japan, Vietnam--- all over! Maybe they aren't my parents but they are the future ME. I just need to find a man with a big lisp and a passport.
I also met her older sister Laura who has the most adorable two year old daughter. Honestly, most kids, especially around that age, I find boring and repulsive but this girl is perfect. She has a brother/sister on the way which only means one thing--- I need to go back to Spain!
I don't feel weird at all hanging out with Alma's family while she is in London. I am only here a few days then I will drive to Valencia with her parents and pick up Alma at the airport. Then I will stay with her for a few days and off to Munich for Oktoberfest. Alma was going to go but flights got expensive and London was costing her a pretty penny.
We made this tentative plan that she will come to the states to work when she graduates and if we speak Spanish at home then I can move to Spain to work a year or two later. Whatever happens it is really nice to know I have family on two continents!
Here I am, in Spain, at Alma's family's home, without her while she is London. All because I hung out with her for a week six years ago. I only know her from those seven days but somehow the four days we spent in Malaga made me feel like we knew each other much better. She's smart, GORGEOUS and a person I am very lucky to have as a friend.
Alma's family is absolutely incredible too. Her mother IS my mother. She is always offering me food, chatting and they have the same mannerisms which is FREAKY. For some reason I have a very hard time understanding her father. Spaniards speak with a lisp and his is very heavy. I suppose a Spaniard would say he has a nice voice but it does me no good. Together they are much cooler than my parents because they travel. They've been to ALASKA, Chile, Jordan, Kenya, Japan, Vietnam--- all over! Maybe they aren't my parents but they are the future ME. I just need to find a man with a big lisp and a passport.
I also met her older sister Laura who has the most adorable two year old daughter. Honestly, most kids, especially around that age, I find boring and repulsive but this girl is perfect. She has a brother/sister on the way which only means one thing--- I need to go back to Spain!
I don't feel weird at all hanging out with Alma's family while she is in London. I am only here a few days then I will drive to Valencia with her parents and pick up Alma at the airport. Then I will stay with her for a few days and off to Munich for Oktoberfest. Alma was going to go but flights got expensive and London was costing her a pretty penny.
We made this tentative plan that she will come to the states to work when she graduates and if we speak Spanish at home then I can move to Spain to work a year or two later. Whatever happens it is really nice to know I have family on two continents!
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