The encounters I have on the days I write greatly impact the stories I choose to tell and the ways in which I choose to present them. I woke up this morning thinking I would write about my daily routine, but the course of my day shifted the cadence of my thoughts entirely; what was originally meant to be a one-on-one escapade with my friend Sole became an adventure with four of the nicest girls in my grade. Sole and I had just stepped out of the Alcazaba, making our way to the center of the city slowly. As we found our way to the main street in the center of the city full of clothing stores and major brands, I heard a familiar voice shout my name very loudly from across the street. I was so pleasantly surprised to see my friends Irene and Natalia with Irene (there are two Irene’s in my class) and Margarita. In the moment, I was really struck by how fashionably dressed they were; this is one of the biggest differences I keep noting between the United States (or the Bay Area at least) and Europe. They ended up taking me to El Corte Inglés, which is the equivalent of Macy’s or Nordstrom in the United States. We had the best time talking about Spanish toys that they played with when they were younger and comparing the English and Spanish pronunciations of names such as Google (gOOgLEH), Youtube (jOOthOObEH), and more.