As I’m standing in line to board the plane, somebody pushes me aggressively in the back several times and forgets to apologize, another person jumps on my foot.
When I begin to walk down the aisle, two older ladies survey my outfit with critical stares, roll their eyes, and make disapproving noises. A gentleman stands riveted in the aisle, waving his arms about and maintaining an unhurried but very loud discussion with somebody in the crowd.
I keep getting jostled in the back by passengers who seem to refuse to notice my existence.
Oh Spanish people! I have missed you so.
I’m now working on removing the beatific American expression of tranquility and politeness off my face and putting on a more appropriate expression of a permanent Spanish annoyance. The smiles are out, the eye-rolls and growling are in.