On My Way to Spain…
So on my flight to Spain, I sat next to a relatively young couple. They were probably about 4-5 years older than me. She was American but with, as it appeared to me, Spanish heritage and he was Norwegian (I saw his passport). From what I overheard throughout the flight (don’t judge me), he was meeting her family for the first time and he was really nervous because he didn’t speak a lick of Spanish. That didn’t seem to bother her because she was madly in love with him as he was clearly in love with her. They were all lovey dovey throughout the entire flight. They were holding hands, giving each other random kisses, and all that mushy stuff. Seeing all of this gave me hope that there can be love in this world no matter the differences. It may not be a storybook love or like those we see in the movies, but there can be love. I want to have that find that kind of love and I hope one day to find it. Maybe I’ve already met her, maybe I haven’t. I’ll just have to wait and see.
