The nine-hour flight had seemed endless, but there were only a few more minutes to go.

I had awakened from my catnap just in time to flag down the stewardess for a last round of primers. After all, how often does one get to go to Spain on business? I had sense enough to take full advantage.

The aircraft began its final descent at a small airport 30 minutes from Rota, a coastal city with lots of history and a unique flair. I was about to discover seafood that I’d only dreamed about, and a woman that had existed only in my fantasies.

The plane made its way across to the terminal and a ladder was brought out. Walking across the tarmac to the terminal door, I saw an attractive Scandinavian-looking blonde slightly ahead of me, so I stepped up my pace and opened the door for her. In perfect English she... Leer Más