Just in the backseat

I was sitting on my bed. Reading my book, intensely. I was trying to finish that chapter so that I could get on skype and talk to Chris. Just as I was turning the page, my Madre knocks on the door. "Entra" I call across the room. She comes in, to ask me if I want to take a walk with her. Of course I jump up and follow her out of the room. We walk out of the house and head to the street where... my Padre is waiting with the car...Did I hear her correctly? I asked again. Felisa? Are we going on a walk? She replies back with yes, in a car.

I ask where we are going, but neither one of them gives me a real answer. We pass mountains, plains, horses, houses, power lines, more fields, etc. By this time, I am starting to think maybe they are trying to sell me to the traffickers? Maybe they really are getting sick of me and are trying to dump me off somewhere outside of Segovia, so I don't know how to get back to them...maybe. Or maybe we just pulled into a "pueblo" - which means little town - to check it out. Padre parks the car.

Come to find out...they are searching to buy a lot so they can build a summer home just outside of the city. They had me along for the ride. :) We got out, walked around, surveyed the plot Padre was contemplating over in his mind. He started to talk to my Madre about the qualities of the house, where they would lay the foundation, how it would face away from the sun to block heat, how the view was consistent, and so on. I couldn't help but think, what a man! No way do I even think like he was. I noticed all the similarities he had that were like Chris, knowing exactly how things would lay out. Let's just thank the Lord for Chris, because I have NO idea about that sorta thing. and Padre sure knows his stuff.

We got back in the car, and for the next twenty minutes, we drove around different pueblos so Madre could show me where her children lived now. On our way back, I noticed how such a "diligent" no..."forceful" driver my Padre was. Holy cow. Thanking the Lord again that I was wearing my seat belt. Yep. Those breaks work just fine, thanks for checking. He was a zippin and a zoomin everywhere! And, I am pretty sure he started to take us down a one way street, the wrong way. Just until my Madre proceeded loudly to inform him of his incorrect decision. (Please Lord do not let me grow up to fuss at my husband like she does her's.)

We finally headed back home. How sweet. Just the little family. Padre. Madre. and their own little American girl in the back seat.

Just as I am thinking how awesome it is that I am here with them, being such a part of their familiy, we park the car and then start walking...but not to our home. Oh Man. They really are going to sell me aren't they? Nope. We walk into a CANDY STORE! Madre tells me to pick something out! And if that's not enough, when I bring it to the counter, she tells me to go get more! What a day!

We walk out, with me, chomping on my new candy feeling 8 years old again, and in search for...nothing less than a bar. We sit down, and order beers. The irony of my situation made me laugh. Whatever, so what if I laughed out loud, they all think Americans are coo-coo anyway. But seriously, what a great day.

*Just some things to think about: While in the car, there were more American songs being played on the radio than Spanish ones. Yep. That's right. Americans have the trump to music. Oh, and cars. Americans can claim that, too. Thanks Henry Ford.*