One of them, Starbucks Peppermint Mochas.
It was what happened next that shocked me.
As I went to use the one-person bathroom inside while waiting for my coffee to be made, I shut the door behind me, and waved my hands in the air to turn on the light. After a few seconds of this, I realized something.
I am in the United States now. The lights don't react to a censor, like in Europe. There is an actual light switch! And there I was, waving my arms around like an idiot, wondering what was wrong with this bathroom.
You have seen the Reasons Why I am 25 percent Spanish. Almost exactly 3 months from that blog post, being back in the States has shown me just how Spanish I am becoming.
-I'm never hungry here until actual lunch time. That is, 2:30pm.
-I told my little brothers they needed to put on socks while walking around on the tile floor.
-I can't help but sit and enjoy my coffee instead of walking around with it.
-I no longer pull out my cell phone during family dinners.
-I speak in Spaniard-English to everyone.
Examples: "It's the same." "Tell me." "And you?" and "As you want."
-I ate a piece of fruit last week with a knife and fork.
-Spicy stuff is seriously spicy for me. I even found myself thinking "¡pica!" when I bit into dinner last night.
-I knew right away that the man on the phone in the store yesterday was from Argentina because of his Spanish accent.
-I want to sit and eat in a restaurant for hours and hours, not get up when we are finished.
-Staying true to my blog title, I still want to take a siesta everyday.
What do you think....am I 40 percent Spanish by now?