Driven from the airport

Jennifer and Miguel drove through the highways of Madrid. They attempted some conversation, but the language barrier prevented much real conversation.

Miguel was surprised just how much his sister's Spanish had deteriorated. Well, she had spent a decade abroad. It would probably come back to her he thought. Jennifer was trying to download a translation app on her phone, but due to her failure to get an international call plan, she had no service, making the device basically useless.

Finally they arrived at a Suburban house. Jennifer was a little surprised by this. True, she hadn't discussed where they were going, but he was taking her to his home? Well, that was probably a good sign for their budding relationship she thought, as she grabbed her purse and followed him inside.

They entered a quaint, somewhat rustic Spanish home. Jennifer stood in the entrance way, a little uncertain, before a loud voice called out...