i’m so glad i speak spanish, because i never would have got as much out of spain. thank you, luis and all my other coworkers who would laugh at my spanish while try to help me. i still don’t know the different between caballo, cabellero and cabello (hair, horse, and gentleman) or maybe there’s something else in there, but anyway, i can ask for directions, order off the menu, get myself to the beach, pick up a poste resante letter, talk with an old man in the park, and have a good time. ibiza is really spanish britian, it doesn’t count, although i did use my spanish there. ibiza, what a crazy place. go if you have money, or just really really like clubs.