Lets just start with this... even on the small Spanish airline I took form Barcelona to Granada had 6, count them; 6, BEAUTIFUL dark haired, darked skinned hispanics as flight attendants, any one of which could have been a Spanish national team futbol player. I imagined they were. I started to get homesick once I was in the cab because I was realizing more and more that the next two days would be hell, finding a place to live, and finding the school in a town I had never been to. At that moment, the taxi driver turned up the radio which happened to be.... Bob Marley. I don't listen to Bob, i mean I know all the words, but who doesn't, but at that specific moment when I heard the words, "I am willing and
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