Finding Paradise: Vale?

Well, today I realized it is about time to break out the camera again and stop stealing photos from Emma...she is the only one with loaded photos right now, and the pictures are so good! I jacked a few from our last trip from her facebook because I forgot my camera that day.

So let us start by discussing lunch. In Spain, lunch is the biggest meal of the day where the whole family comes together around the table. Well, you know how awkward you feel when you are at a friends house and an argument between the family breaks out over dinner? Well have you ever had it happen and you don't know what the hell they are saying? That was my reality. Of course with my luck there was no getting up because I was stuck on the couch between everyone (it has become my spot and a constant source of claustrophobia). Nothing could be done but sit and ride it out : /

On to the parties (or lack there of) for the 4th! Well, someone told me that if you are an American and are overseas during the 4th you get a lot of free drinks and everyone is celebrating...not so much in Sevilla. The bars were dead, and Gerry and I were bored. This blonde girl walks up to us at the pub and he asks here "Como se llama?" (What is your name?) Well in the most Reba M. accent you can imagine this poor girl says, "Oh I don't know any Spanish, I'm from Texas." I think I just found my entertainment for the night. Well, we started laying it on thick. Gerri and I were from Spain and spoke little English. Gerry actually liked the girl and when her and her equally Texan friends wanted to go to another bar he wanted to keep up the act and go too. Of course I have seen too many sitcoms to know that this....this was a bad idea. I picture messing up and getting a drink thrown in my face, or a slap...any sort of negatives that could happen in a bar setting. I take my ass home and he follows the group.

I hate that nothing that comical happened last night...but here are Emma's pictures :)