DONDE ESTAN MIS PADRES

As my parents were getting out of the cab, I vaguely remember them saying they wanted to go visit another town near Salamanca. However, they never informed me where they were going so I spent the entire day worrying that they had been kidnapped, sent to Africa and sold in slavery. I told Madre that I had no idea where my parents were. She kept joking that they ran away from me. Around eight o’clock that night they did contact me to tell that they had spent the day in Avila. How nice of them to tell me! I was glad that they decided to do a little exploring for themselves, but they could have called!! Madre had already made dinner by the time they called, so I had eat it. When I was done eating, I met them at their hotel and found them someplace to eat. I found some random restaurant near their hotel and my parents polished off their second bottle of wine for the day at dinner. They were really enjoying the Spanish lifestyle.