There are moments when I feel the quintessential spanish experience. Like when I'm walking down a cobblestone street hand-in-hand with Josh, watching all the charming old buildings go by, and listening to him & our friend talking in their beautiful spanish about fútbol. Or after school when a girlfriend and I go to a terraza, have some tapas & a tinto de verano, and we speak in spanish about our dances, our classes & our boyfriends...people & bicycles passing us by.
Hay momentitos perfectos.
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