tell u in a spainish way 01

it was exciting for this was our first europe trip. luckily i have a good travel planner and we have everything ready just couple of days before we fly on a peak season like cny. the price was right, the date and days are perfect, guesthouse booked, well, partially. and, off we go~

12 hrs mid night fligh was a long long night, i couldnt eat(cos we forgot to order veggie meal), i slept terriblly and dried up and couldnt watch tv cos mine was broken, heaven knows i love tv!! drowsy as i was, arrived in heathrow and amazed for a breakfast was €8 but the boots cucumba cream to my dehydrated chapped face's rescue was just €1.6 . Pam, a lady who sat next to us on the way to heathrow and lives in barcelona for 7 years but speaks no spanish told us people in spain usually understand english, that was a relief... not for long. 3 hrs later, our own act of lost in translation started in barcelona, spain.

i hate myself for the habit of imitating how people laugh, sneeze , speak the accent or whatever sound they make attracts me, this can be embarrassing and should be avoided especially when that person was a custom officer... the officer stopped us talking spainish, i said excuse me, he just looked at the luggage, slightly patted it and let us go with an "OK", inspite of he's good-looking, we walked away and i imitated his "OK". great.