Vale, venga. Hasta luego, tío.

It's quarter to 4 in the morning on a Friday night. The Spaniards drunkenly passing through outside my residencia window are singing... loudly. I think it's a Spanish Christmas song because they all got really into it, especially the females. And this is completely acceptable. What will I do in the quiet and boring old United States?

Si nunca ha ido a España, le falta algo; si ha ido de España, le falta algo.