I’ve seen the better part of Spain from the passenger seat of a 2002 LX Series Mercedes. Up and down the Vía de la Plata, cruising Sevillian streets afterhours as the sun is peaking over the top of the Giralda and hitting beach town after mountain village.
Kike deciding to sell his silver car, affectionately called (HEY! I’m American! I name appliances and inanimate objects!) the Too Lame, Too Furious for its constant trips to the shop, was like losing a finger. The finger I used to point to things like bulls along the highway and monasteries popping up out of nowhere, ruined Moorish castles and strangely named rivers and pueblos. He didn’t even tell me, just a, “Like my new car?”
To be honest, his new car is way cooler and has a similar name: Too Cool, Too Furious. But I miss the musty smoke smell, the never-clean floormats and the way I knew what numbers on the radio corresponded with Máxima FM and M80. I’ve had some of my most memorable moments in that car.
Getting wooed by a new chaval, Winter 2007
When I met Kike, I had very little interest in him, just in the fact that I knew few Spanish people and wanted to learn more of the language. But his car showed my new parts of the city my feet couldn’t take me, became a place to steal kisses and helped me to feel more integrated in the way of life here.
Taking him (home) to visit my host family in Valladolid, Spring 2008
My first long car trip with the nov was taken five months after we met. I was filled with that kind of nervous excitement that fills your belly up with a mix of something wonderful about ready to bubble over as we drove the five hours up to Valladolid to visit my host family. After he treated me to a huge filet at his favorite restaurant in Salamanca, Dulcinea, we found our way to Aurora’s house and spent the weekend celebrating belated birthdays, meeting Aurora’s new daughter and teaching Kike about one of Spain’s original capitals. It was like a precursor to him meeting my parents, and I could finally show him a new place instead of the other way around.
Roadtripping to Asturias, Spring 2009
Spending weekends in the pueblo
When I found out I could be living in a city instead of a little village a tomar por culo, I was relieved. I was ready to go anywhere, so long as it meant living in Spain legally. But every now and then, I really enjoy getting to Kike’s village, San Nicolás del Puerto, to escape the city. Fresh mountain air, freshly hunted meat and Miura liquor are all formative parts of our weekends away, and the town has a reputation for beautiful landscapes. We’ve been to romerías, saint festivals and family celebrations, and being the girlfriend of one of the townies, I feel like it’s become my own, too.
Stealing a car, Blues Brothers Style, and driving to Antquera with friends.
When Kike came to visit me in Chicago, we had a bit of a role reversal. Instead of him taking the wheel, I transported him around Chicagoland, prompting him to tout my driving skills as better than his. When he was in the US one week, I convinced him to leave me his car so I could take my roommate and another friend to the nearby village of Antequera, home to dolmenes and the famous mollete bread I eat for breakfast. Apart from gorgeous views of the Malagueña countryside, the car allowed us to visit nearby El Torcal, home to Jurassic age limestone formations that were once underwater, otherwise unvisitable with a vehicle. Having two good friends and an open road made for a good day, and the paella was pretty good, too.
The Too Cool certainly has its merits, and I’m getting used to driving it (though it’s merely an updated model of the old one). But, like my first car, it has that nostalgic quality that, with every dent and scrape, seems to cling to something somewhere in your memory.
Today Kike left to go to the US for a week, so he left me in the care of Too Cool. I took Julie, Julia and Katerina to the Feria Regional del Jamón in Aracena, a mere huor away. We got lost twice, the car might have gotten a scratch and my tummy prevented me from eating ham or drining beer, but being on the open road with friends and turning kilometre after kilometre on the spedometer through the Spanish countryside made me love this new car.