Bjorn, left: “Well, I hear that those wretched Americans are coming down out of the hills of Cómpeta and headed to Malaga.”
Torvik, right: “Those words make me weep with inconsolable abandon. Why must they torture us so?”
Bjorn: “Now, now. We have to give the poor things a bit of solace, coming as they do from the Land of the Incredibly Inept Trump Waffle.”
Torvik: “Ah, there is that. Perhaps we can show them a bit of the compassion that the dried-out waffle is simply unable to process. They must be suffering immense amounts of shame.”
Bjorn: “Exactly. We should welcome them with open wings”
Torvik: “Still, Americans can be incredibly loud and obnoxious. Why must they always make such a fuss about things? Why can’t they bother to learn a language other than their own, expecting us to understand when they grunt and point? We Europeans know at least three languages by the time we can flush the toilet.”
Bjorn: “Be patient, mi hermano. They are a young country and they are still teething. Perhaps someday they will stop eating rotten waffles. In the meanwhile, they come bearing copious amounts of discretionary income.”
Torvik: “Ah, yes, I tend to forget that angle. I say bring on the cash infusion so we can get this European Union mess sorted.”
Bjorn: “And it shall be brung. Now, fly over there and pose for that American tourist. He doesn’t know that he doesn’t have to tip you.”
Previous Note, circa June, 2018: Greetings from Cómpeta and Malaga, Spain. More to follow, possibly. We are mere hours away from the end of our journey, but I plan to put up a very good fight…
New Note, circa now: I was missing Spain today, so I spent some time piddling around amongst my Cómpeta posts, reflecting, and I decided to yank this one out of the archives for another go, just because. We haven’t been to Spain for over two years, and I miss it so, as well as our beloved traveling companions, Raz y Rosanna. Damn this Covid mess and the mask-less, vax-less idiots who are extending the nightmare for everyone for purely political reasons.
That aside, have a terrific day. And when we can finally travel freely again? Get your ass on a plane, if you can, and let’s explore the hell out of this planet. We’ve learned a lot from Covid, and one thing is clear: Seize the opportunities when they arise. We may not get a second chance. Cheers.