I’m nosy. There’s no two ways about it. It’s an asset with my work, and the curiosity it brings adds flavor to life overall. You know, like when I get curious about what it might be like to take a walk in Spain.
But also, being nosy comes with costs. I just spent sometime chilling in the lobby of Nakatomi Towers here in Madrid.That’s not really what it’s called but every building with glass elevators IS Nakatomi Towers to a Cottonwoodian like myself.
Even though it’s pre 5 am local time, there were a handful of conversations happening in my proximity. None were in English, and see, the thing about my Spanish is I don’t have any. At all. (Sorry poor clerk at the store who was just trying to ask me if I needed a bag).
It occurred to me that a nice consequence of not knowing the language is that I can’t get caught up in the stories of others. By contrast, yesterday the shuttle to Nakatomi had other Americans on it (ew.).
They were loudly discussing what foods to order for their small auxiliary sized dog who’s probably lived greater adventures than I ever will. Emphasis on “loudly.” Aunt Mary is right, Americans are the loudest tourists.
According to Loud Lady, the American Pup likes ham, but would probably tolerate chicken breast better. “I don’t want her tummy to get upset” says the woman next to the woman who has thus far fueled international travel with Dollar Tree pork rinds and over-priced airport Diet Coke.
Today we get to try out things like high-speed trains and whatnot. I’m guessing that a little Espanol would be beneficial, however I’m okay giving my nosy self the day off.
Bifocals and Barbells 