Spanish Guys

yeah, yeah pull those eyebrows down now. its just the first one.

i follow a no-names policy, so there goes his name out of the window. he is a physicist. yeah brainy nerd i know. studied in spain, did further research in france, speaks many languages including spanish, english, french and more. and prefers indians over french. I even had a varanasi connection with him. and of course he is one of the cute curly-haired spanish guys who are soo friendly.

ok, snap out of your imagination guys. what were you thinking huh??? let me take you back to the story from the beginning.

so i reach the airport after a walk-metro-renfe journey for 2 hours and go to the information desk. so this guy there escorts me to the lost and found section. before that some more background. i dont speak spanish and people there hardly speak english. this guy speaks both fluently and its his job to help passengers. and thats what he did. helped me. so after the lost and found section, which wasnt where i was supposed to go, we went to multiple desks in the airport, explaining the situation to each one of them and getting the next clue. it was like a treasure hunt. in fact a treasure hunt and my baggage hunt dont seem so different in hindsight.

so back to the spanish guy. during this search and translate operation i got to know about his background, education, work in france (and hence the hatred) and holiday in india (and hence the fondness). after 5 years of research he gave it up and went to india for a 4 month holiday to clear his mind.

so i hope all the sentences have fallen into the right places now. and just to tweak it further, i am joining him for an authentic paella meal sometime real soon. (i would say soon by martian time standards). keep exercising those grey cells!!