The Spanish Are Coming

The Spanish Are Coming

Spaniards, please click here if you do not get this reference, although apparently Paul Revere never uttered this phrase! Bah humbug.

One week. In one week, my Spanish family is coming. Can you all give me just one minute to freak out? (To metaphorically scream into a pillow, if you will.)

Thanks, that’s just what the doctor called for.

My Spanish family is coming. My mother-in-law (suegra), father-in-law (suegro), brother-in-law (cuñado), and his girlfriend. They are all staying at our house. We are actually getting out the RV we share with my aunt and uncle, so that we can have even more people stay close to us. Are we crazy? I think the unequivocal answer is a big, fat y-e-s.

My mother and I have been fastidiously preparing for the upcoming house takeover. We’ve made and frozen banana and pumpkin bread, cookies, cinnamon rolls, more bread for dinner. We’ve canned tomato sauce, salsa, and tomato-basil jam. The garden, which we normally let live in a more—ahem—natural state has been weeded and maintained to the point that it’s frankly unrecognizable. The deck has been varnished, the driveway redone, the house powerwashed, and that’s just the start. We have to make a good impression, and if the house is moldy … well, that just won’t do.

We’ve been menu planning. We’ve made lists upon lists upon lists. We have a calendar with activities scheduled. It’s not airtight, but it’s close enough.

Why are they coming? My in-laws are making their first visit to the US. They actually had to get passports; even though they had traveled to various countries, they hadn’t left the European Union, so they’d never required one. Luckily, they live in Zamora, where this sort of trámite (paperwork) can be done in one day. (Note to self: do all paperwork in Zamora, if possible.) They are coming because Mario and I plan to have a little shindig to celebrate our wedding last year. My relatives need an excuse to party, honestly.

My one hope for this visit is that they will leave with a positive impression of my hometown, Indiana, the Midwest (Midwest is best!), and the United States in general. I hope my dear husband gets a chance to take his mind off his demanding job and play basketball in our driveway instead of push paper. I hope that our parents, despite the language barrier, are able to bond on a deeper level, and that Mario’s parents can see the beauty here, just as mine were able to see the beauty there.

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11 comments

  1. It’s an exciting time for you guys, and I hope everything goes smoothly!

    I really love having visitors see the States–it’s fun to see everything through their eyes, and I find I learn new things about my hometown, too!

  2. Wow, how fun! Can’t wait to hear about it. Not sure if I knew you were in the States-I can’t keep up with you! Enjoy the time with all your families together!

  3. Good luck with the in-laws! I can only imagine how stressful it must be, but they love you and I’m sure they’ll have a fantastic time with your family. I’ve never had to host French in-laws back home before, only boyfriends, haha.

  4. How exciting, I know you must be a bundle of nerves but I know it will be fine. It’s funny, I always find people enjoy the simple act of love and kindness- and with that you can’t go wrong.
    :) :) ;)

  5. sounds like a great party! Can I come? I’m just up the road apiece in Minnesota ;) Heh, just kidding! sounds like you’ve got all your ducks in a row and I’m sure everyone will enjoy themselves. Have a great time!!

  6. This sounds like it’s going to be a really fun time for everyone involved! I’d love to hear what your família política thinks about America and the Midwest in particular. I feel that most foreign tourists try to check off the Big Cities on the coasts and ignore the “flyover states.” Although I disagree with Sarah Palin’s “this is Real America” comment (Real compared to what?!), the Midwest, the South, and the Mountain West offer that same sort of non-touristy, everyday look into America that places like Castilla or Aragón do for Spain.

  7. When my Sister-in-law and her novio came over for the first time, they had a blast. We lived in Memphis at the time so they got to experience what it was like to live in the US, rather then do the tourist thing. At the time I had only visited BCN I had never lived in Spain, so it was really hard to know what was strange to for them. But it was really, really cool seeing my country through their eyes. Give them beef jerky and root beer floats, that was fun.
    Have a great time with them!

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