So I’m back! Sorry for the absence of posts, I was having way too much fun in New Zealand and forgot about you guys (kidding). I’m in Spain now, just got here yesterday.
I don’t know a lot about Spain and forgot something big, that people speak Spanish and I haven’t spoken that language since I learned a little in my 8th grade language class. I didn’t have any trouble getting from the airport to the hotel, but this morning, I woke up HUNGRY, and realized that my lack of language skills might get between myself and a plate of food. I left my hotel and started walking straight ahead, hoping I would see somewhere that looked like it served food. After about 15 minutes, I found a cafe. I booked it to the first seat I saw, and had my head down when the server started speaking to me. “Good morning, what would you like?” I told him I just wanted a ham and cheese sandwich. Did I want it for here, and did I want something to drink? I told him I wanted to eat here, and I just wanted a coffee with milk. My stomach was churning because I was so nervous. I didn’t know customs like tipping, and that whole not speaking Spanish thing was just terrifying me.
It took me about a minute to calm down and process that my whole conversation with my server was in Spanish. In fact, I even asked for directions to my hotel last night in Spanish. While my accent is terrible and it’s definitely not polished, I speak Spanish. Who’d have thought? The point is, I took myself out of my comfort zone and realized that I had the skills to get around and order food, and that makes me feel so much more comfortable in being here. And that is why I love traveling.
I left the cafe smiling the whole way back to my hotel room. I think Spain’s gonna be a good time.