LUIS

I don’t think I have had the opportunity to blogg about my Padre. Well, his name is Luis, and he might just be the crankiest old man in Spain. The only thing he ever says is Hola to Sarah and me. All day and he sits in the TV room and watches soccer. Last night he got pretty excited and started shouting at the TV. That’s probably the most emotion I have seen from this man. Every lunch he eats a pork filet and an apple. Our Madre cooks all this these different types of foods, and all he ever eats is pork. Sometimes I see him go out for a smoke, but he really does not do much else. I almost forgot, whenever Lucia and Yolanda are over, they are the grandchildren, he always complains about how much noise they make and how their toys are everywhere. I wonder how old people get so cranky, because Luis just seems so unhappy. Our Madre said that he has always been kind of a stick in the mud. I almost feel a little bad for her because she is such a funny old lady and loves to make jokes. One morning I did not feel like putting on pants for breakfast so I just wrapped a blanket around me. She came into the kitchen and started laughing. She told me my skirt was que guapa!!

The weather has been warming here so that’s good. I finished all the Nutella in the house, but I did find a store that carries peanut butter. That was probably the highlight of my day on Monday. I am off to Barcelona this weekend. It takes 11 hours to get there on the bus, ugh!