Even the grouchy people are nicer
3 years ago
I spent five weeks in Valladolid in the heart of Castilla y León on a study abroad trip. I love the architecture, I love the culture, and even the assholes seem to be somehow a genuine part of the culture.
I’m half Mexican and half British or Scottish or something (my grandparents on my father’s side were orphans, so we can only guess, in American speak they’re big fat white people). Doing part of my family tree it looks like my ancestors spent less than two generations in mexico. My great-great grandfather came to Mexico from France as a participant in the Mexican war of independence, and his wife appears to have been a Mexican-born, Spaniard.
Either way, going to Spain felt like going home.
