much like the ghetto begins on the lower floor of gare du nord, latin america seems to begin in the iberia satellite terminal of madrid aeroport. there is no other reason to take iberia unless you are going to south america, the service is the same (ie non existant) as on easy jet and within europe iberia is more expensive. so i have only taken it when going to latin america, and thus last night found myself on an iberia flight to santiago de chile.
i always saw the chileans as a rather somber people by latin american standards. what i didnt bank on was their apparent interest in foreigners, and their ability to paralyse people with endless questions. the flight was almost all diaspora going home early for easter. their were 5 british passengers on the flight, and i was apparently the only one who spoke spanish. i hadnt even sat on the plane before i was identified as an abuela magnet and the questions started. Are you spanish? no? why are you going to chile? (to meet and spend time with my father, apparently a correct answer, as my grandmotherly interrogators seemed pleased) does it really rain every day in scotland? do you hate the english? have you seen braveheart? do people wear kilts every day? are you married? why not? no children? what do you study?
i was exhausted and i hadnt even located my seat. the girl next to me was my age, a chilean studying in barcelona, who talked non stop for about the first 4 hours of the flight. she was very nice....but these people are talkers!
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