Let Us Compare: Part 1

After my return from my recent visit to Spain, I couldn't help but make a few comparisons between, My Country Tis of Thee and Spain. With said comparisons came the obligation/duty to decide; which country is better, or at least in that particular genre or category.

Category #1: BEST IN DANCE
as related to reality show television competitions

The first video is from Spain and the show is called Fama! A Bailar! (roughly translated: Fame! To Dance!) Imagine a mix between So You Think You Can Dance and Big Brother, with a much smaller production budget. Just remember that these dancers are in the top 20 of the show from the thousands that auditioned.

Exhibit A:


Need I even continue, but alas I shall. The next videos are from my favorite summer time show, So You Think You Can Dance. Which of course they CAN dance, but I digress. I could not decide on only one. I love this show! Enjoy all of them.

Exhibit B:






There are no words. I'm going to assume you figured out which country won the BEST IN DANCE category. God Bless the U.S.A!

Returned

Reverse the order of the last post and that sums up the trip home pretty well, with a few exceptions.

• I watched 4 movies on the way home and only watched 2 on the way there.
  
• I was blessed with an extra seat next to me so I could relax and sleep on my ten hour flight.
• I saw a girl/women (age 23) in the Atlanta airport cradling her doll. Yes a doll. I tried to take a picture but didn't get my camera out in time.
  

Check back soon, I will be posting about my astute observations of the cultural, political, and socioeconomic differences between, Spain and the United States.

Oh the joys of travel

On the road/plane/taxi/train to

Cartagena, Spain

Dec. 30th
5am: (MST) Wake up call
6:20am: Airport
8:26am: Flight Departure
2:30pm: (EST) Arrival in Atlanta
4:30pm: Realize I don´t have my sister´s number in Spain in case I need to call her
4:31pm: Call 3 other sisters to get number and none have it. (She lives in Spain people, we don´t often call her, and when we do we get the number from the parentals who are in Spain, we email)
4:37pm: Ask one sister to open my email. Maybe I have an old email with her number... nothing
4:45pm: Oregon sister calls, she hacked into my dad´s email account and found cell phone numbers. Day saved.
5:00pm: Eat
6:29pm: Turn cell phone off, I´m having withdrawls.
6:30pm: Depart from Atlanta to journey across the Great Atlantic.
Unknown time zone: Movie watching, airplane food eating, attempt at sleeping
Dec. 31st
8:45am: (Madrid time) Arrival in Spain
9:15am: Catch Taxi, have an almost conversation with the driver, I have some Spanish deep in the dark resources of my brain.
9:35am: Arrive at train station, buy ticket and proceed to wait.
11:45am: Purchase Jamon (Ham) flavored chips, tasty.
12:30pm: Train departs to Cartagena, via 2 (platform 2)
4:00pm: Debate in using the train bathroom, then realized I had an hour and a half left and defintely could not hold it that long.
5:26pm: Arrive in Cartagena, Spain. Last stop on the line. Reunited with my peeps.
Midnight: Groggy, half asleep, eat 12 uvas (grapes) on the strikes of midnight.
2am: Get into bed and crash. It´s rough not sleeping for 37 hours...

...but well worth it.