Not our best day

June 27, 2018: Today was not our best day. We woke up around 9am, packed up and checked out of our pensione in Seville. We walked to the car that James had parked on the street two nights ago. We were happy to see that it was still there and not stolen, until we discovered the window was smashed and someone had broken in. We spent about an hour on the sidewalk trying to figure out how to use our phones to call internationally to get Peugeot on the line to help us and calling the police to file a report. They only stole a bottle of wine that was in our glove box, one that had been a gift from our friends on the farm.

We had to drive to the police station where Molly and I got out and waited 2 hours for a copy of our police report. Once we were finally called in, no one spoke English. The cop was right out of a movie character; he was so grumpy and mean and completely impatient with the fact that I spoke zero Spanish. He literally had a dark storm cloud over his head. I was using google translate on my phone and trying to explain what I needed. Finally he found our repot and we were on our way. Meanwhile, James took Casey and Julia to the car dealership to get the glass vacuumed up and cardboard put in the window so we could continue to Salamanca. We had already paid for our hotel room so we decided it would be best to get the work done in Salamanca as it would take a day for the replacement window to come in anyways. We drove the 4 1/2 hour north in a straight shot instead of stopping as we had planned. We would not have been able to leave the car unattended with our stuff in it with the cardboard window. I have not seen much of Salamanca but I love it. The pedestrian streets are great, there is a giant plaza with cafes lining every side. The World Cup fever is in full swing. Every single cafe has at least two giant tv's showing the games. Molly did a report on Brazil at the end of the school year so she is a die hard Brazil fan and loved the group of 25 teenage Brazil fans fully decked out cheering in the plaza. James had some delicious tapas, the kids had gelato and played while we watched the end of the match. European nights are special. Cool weather, surreal lighting and surroundings and a contagious energy that has us all up waaaay past our bedtimes every night.