First Arrival

The plane ride was a vague memory to me. I had little sleep from the night before. I remember hearing from the pilot, “Fasten your seat belts and prepare to land.” I knew we were finally landing in Spain. I first thought to myself, “What kinds of people are these Spaniards? Too many questions ran though my mind. After we left the airport, we caught a cab. This is where the adventure started.

The Hotel

When we arrived at the hotel, I informed my parents that I wanted to go out and explore. When I left the hotel room, I immediately forgot what room I was in. I decided to tackle that problem later. I went looking for extra towels when I met with a Spanish-speaking maid. Unfortunately, I didn’t have my “Paso-a-Paso” with me. So, I used gestures and drawings to communicate with her. I drew a wet man at the beach. The maid interpreted that as I wanted a bath. She gave me shampoo.

I eventually found my way back to our room. Later that night, at about 3 a clock in the morning, we heard construction workers drilling nearby. The vibration was so fierce that my cell phone fell off its rack. We heard the noise for the several hours and into the next day. It felt and sounded like an oversized cell phone on massive vibrate! The hammering stopped only when the workers took lunch.

Get Out and About

We visited many exhibits and tourist places in town. I went on a little safari on my own, however, not intentionally. As my parents slept, I decided to take a little skate outside – you know, get a little fresh air. I had some money with me, but I spent it on a graffiti spray can that was irresistible. The store was called “Cholo Games,” underground. After my shopping, I realized it was an hour since I left the hotel. I was making my way back, when I realized the stores that I had used as landmarks to find my way were not the same stores I had passed before. I was lost!

Getting Lost

Being a boy scout, and close to an eagle one at that, I knew exactly what to do. The only problem was that I never earned the “How-to-survive-in-a-different-country” merit badge! It was just my skateboard and I. I got the feeling that with every push I gave my skateboard, I was getting deeper in my quest to find my hotel. After 3 or 4 hours of wandering aimlessly, I thought to myself, maybe I should call my parents. Maybe they could call the police for directions, instead of seeking out some stranger who couldn’t speak English anyway. Being a city boy with some street smarts, I was able to put some of my skills to use.

The Taxi

Just imagine some kid waving down a taxi with a skateboard! Finally, I stepped in front of a cab to get his attention. The driver stopped me and let me in. After giving confused directions by way of pointing, I suddenly realized that my pockets were unusually light. Then it hit me! I had no money! I was penniless, or shall I say euro-less. When the taxi driver got the idea, he said “Vete,” in other words, “GET OUT!” I exited the cab rather quickly. However, I did manage to get a free trip to a local place that I had toured earlier. After some more reconnoitering, I realized that I wasn’t all that far from my hotel after all. I rushed, or should I say skated, as fast as I could before my parents could freak out about my absence. I got to the hotel, busted open the door, only to find my parents still sleeping the jet lag off from the night before. What a relief! All the tension and nervousness disappeared, just like a bird getting by with playing hooky on its flying lessons.

The Lessons I Learned

When your parents tell you that you could get lost, LISTEN TO THEM! After my adventure, my parents didn’t need to remind me to keep close. I was stuck to my parents in Spain like superglue on skin. I reflect back about the adventure I had. You know, it is scary to be lost in a foreign country! I bring my Spanish book everywhere I go now, just in case I encounter another incident like that one I had in Spain. What is good about losing your way is that it can be a test to see if you have what it takes to return safely. Spain was an amazing place to go, but, believe me when I tell you this, pay attention in Spanish class!

Hope this helps. Good story!

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