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We were completely lost in the maze of cobblestone streets. The Spanishstreet signs meant nothing, and our map of Seville didn't show enoughdetail to help us navigate our way back to the hotel. My brother and I hadbeen walking in circles for hours, and the two of us were tired, hungry,and cranky. This was our first day in Spain and the trip was off to astressful start. We split off from our parents hours ago to explore thetown and although it had been a great day, we were anxious and worried thatwe would not make it back to the pension on time to meet our parents fordinner. If we were very late, they would probably be worried, and worse,they would never let us alone again. I began to curse everything around meand wondered why we couldn't just hail a taxi. To make matters worse, noneof the people we asked had heard of the small pension we were lodging at.Instead, we were answered by confused stares and shoulder shrugs. We decided to give up on our poor navigational ski
My brother and I gleamed with excitement but our faces fellwhen she blurted out a long explanation and list of directions in Spanish. In about fifteen minutes, we were standing infront of the Pension Special. I used to becometotally impatient with people who stopped me on the streets to ask fordirections. " She meant for us to walk with her so she could pointus in the right direction. I couldpick out a couple of "lefts" and "rights," but basically we were no betteroff than we were before she came along. The old woman, who was carrying several bags in each hand filled withfruits, vegetables, bread, and flowers, started walking away. He inquired of each person on ourpath, "Donde estA la Pension Special'" Five people in a row told him, "Nose. Neither of us spoke enough to understand anything that she said. I'm just going to have to accost every stranger here with my bestSpanish," my brother boldly asserted. This woman's altruism forever altered the wayin which I approach tourists that visit my home town. Getting worked up aboutbeing lost was not going to help matters. The old woman loved to talk; she knew we didn't understand a word ofwhat she was saying, but that didn't stop her from relaying whateverstories she had on her mind. My brother offered to take her bags from her,and she proudly relented. In spite of lugging several pounds of produce and her advanced years,this angel of a human being actually walked two helpless American touristsa half-hour out of her way.
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