I don’t know what it was that created the laughing hysteria in Luis, Alfonso, and Linda, but over dinner last night we all laughed until our sides ached.
Two Anglos and two Spaniards were required to sit together for all meals, and we were required to change who you sat with at every meal, to give everyone an opportunity to meet each other and so the Spaniards would improve their English by listening to every accent.
I guess my independence and spirit of adventure is a novel among the Spanish people in general, but when Linda quietly asked my age, she blurted it out to Luis and Alfonso. Alfonso had already learned of my age, but Luis, when he heard, burst out laughing, and none of them stopped laughing throughout the dinner.
Here’s a woman, age 75, traveling alone, without a cell phone, with only two bags, a computer, on a budget, and who stays in homes of people she doesn’t know, who goes which ever way the wind happens to be blowing, and she’s sitting right here in front of us.
This went on… until I finally had to tell them I was an American woman with a pioneer spirit. What else could I use as an excuse for my independent and adventuresome spirit, because it doesn’t strike me as unusual in even the tiniest bit?
Just because you hit a certain age, does that mean you must stop living and doing what you like to do?
Alfonso stated that his 67 year old mother would never do what I’m doing, and not only that, he would question her safety while traipsing all over the world.
Yesterday we played a game that required a group effort. We were to draw a name out of an envelope and try and get your partner to guess the answer. It could be a celebrity, an author, musician, or a famous person in history.
I first had the name Batman, and sang a bit of the batman tune, but Luis, my partner didn’t get the answer, then I had the name Beyonce and he got that one right away.
The next time around, Luis appropriately guessed Napoleon when I said he and Josephine married in the Notre Dame, and in spite of my saying Napoleon was Italian (what was I thinking?), Luis got it right.
We had a get together later after dinner, with Anglo presentations that were informative, some just plain fun, and all in English, of course.
I also had two one-on-one conversations that I enjoyed very much; and I’ve had two today, as well.
Tomorrow is our last day, and we’ll have one more one-on-one conversation and then the program is over.
Eva, the first Spaniard I met on the bus going to Gredos has left, as she has a meeting on Monday at work and she wants to be prepared for that, besides I think she missed her little girl.
It was sad to see her leave knowing our brief moment of friendship in the span of our lives is over. She is a sensitive and intelligent woman and I will cherish my time with her.
Now tomorrow we will all go our own separate ways, and I will miss everyone of them.
Door open. Doors close. The next door to open will be after I’ve spent three days again in Madrid, before I go to the Basque area.