Secrets

I've always tried to fit in the best I can in Spain...meaning no flipflops, baggy T-shirts or baseball hats in the street. Most people don't even realize I'm not Spanish/Galician until I tell them my name. But my secret lies within our computer room...

The other day a technician from R, our internet provider, came to fix a problem we were having. He walks into the computer room, looks around, looks at me with a confused look on his face and says..."You're not from here, are you?"...I wonder what gave it away?

After chit chatting for awhile he assumed we were friends and says, "American soccer sucks." To which I reply, "Yeah, but Spanish basketball sucks."