The Old man and the Sea

So I've met my first honest Spaniard over the weekend. I'm sitting in this pub in Lugo, eating really early, like 8:00 or 9:00 at night. I'm talking to the barmaid who is sitting next to me at the bar because there is no one else in the pub, it's that early. After about 5 minutes of chit chat about the elections and Osama bin Ladin, she looks at me and says, "You really need to improve your Spanish a lot!" I almost choke on my food. I'm laughing so hard because most of my friends try to tell me how much my Spanish has improved. Either they lied, or my Spanish used to be beyond belief!
Choking aside, I've had a few thoughts while traveling to the sea over the weekend. I'm still trying to put them all together, but maybe I'll get a bit philosophical in the next post.