Countryhumans Spain Novels & Stories

The aroma of delicious food wafted through the apartment, and the family gathered around the table, eager to dig in. Devon, Annabelle, and Camille sat down together, enjoying the special meal prepared just for them. The table was filled with an assortment of Spanish dishes, including paella, tortilla española, and patatas bravas.

It was cozy in here, to say the least. I settled on roasted vegetables and rice. The meat here was very strange to me. There were no cows or goats, so they ate other types of mammals that I doubted I could even call animals. There was a blue bird that had started getting popular. Not only were the feathers blue but the flesh, too. When fried, it had some greenish color that made it look like it was spoiled.

People were delighted that he replaced Geronimo because, like a natural haciendero, he made the lives of his people prosperous and better. He was famous throughout the province and known in every corner of the world. He is the face of Hacienda Escobar, and he made it the only living paradise on Earth. He suddenly snapped back to his senses when he heard the sound of metal clanging, followed by the scream of an elderly man running. "Senyorito!" A worker repeatedly shouted, causing him to frown and look toward the mansion gate. It was quite far, but due to the clarity of his vision, he saw Tibursio running, covered with a large plastic sheet.

"It is. I work here so it's easier to live here, but I'm from Spain, it's where my family and all my other relatives are. If I wasn't as busy as I am then I'd be back in Spain right now." "Spain?" I echoed. "Yeah, my home country. Alicante, to be specific." He stated as I hummed, going to take another bite of my food which he had so nicely ordered for us to eat. When I was doing my studying of humans, I learnt as much of everything as I could, and Geography was amongst them. When I was a free mermaid, I only remember everything about the Ocean's and how far I should stay away from the shore to avoid getting caught by humans, but the name of the land was unknown until recently.

I said, politely declining her offer. “So tell me about yourself, Annabelle.” She said, squeezing in a cap of orange she'd divided into her mouth. I had never seen anyone eat orange like that. “I come from Northern Spain. Santillana del Mar precisely.” “Oh. Where we have the famous Collegiate Church of Santa Juliana.” She chipped in. “Yes ma'am.” I affirmed. “Okay…” She answered, expecting me to continue.

These guys were definitely in. They insisted on taking us downtown for T***s, the classic Spanish never-ending appetizers, and we hit the central square, bouncing from one place to another. One was like a cave underground, with mushrooms and potato omelets, their specialty. Another place was all Bull-fighting with some pretty graphic photos covering the wall. Two of our escorts were giving Chris an inordinate amount of attention, not too surprising since she looked damn fine in her dress, and was the only woman in our group. I realized I'd never seen Chris dressed up before, and she cleaned up nicely. The outfit was a lot dressier than anything she'd wear at home, but she had explained that