OH HEY, NEWARK!

So, I lied. That WASN'T my last post. This one most probably is, though. I have such a long time to kill in Newark that I figured I would write about myself, instead of reading Cien Años de Soledad.

I remember when I got in from Buenos Aires being totally shocked by everything (even though I - presumably - knew it already): the size of everything, the way people dress, the ridiculous over-use of the flag in and around customs. But this time it doesn't seem so weird. Maybe Barcelona isn't as different as Buenos Aires was, or maybe I got used to seeing weird stuff all the time since I traveled a lot. Either way, my re-entry has (thus far) been decidedly less dramatic.

I was sad on the plane though - I stared at Barcelona from my window until I couldn't even make out Mt Tibidabo. But now I just want to get home to some turkey meatloaf and my bed. I'm relearning to use my phone again, and am excited to be able to text and call all of my friends! Now I think I'm going to go order a cheeseburger. It'll be great. And I could order a beer! I was thinking about it, and I don't know how to order drinks in English. I assume it's much the same, but still. How do you order beer on tap? Do you say beer on tap? I could say caña, but I doubt it would get me very far. Weird, I don't know why that n-yay (oh spanglish) was italic. Anyway, yay America! I'm almost home. I miss Spain.