Be jealous.

Tonight, our argentino neighbor came over with his guitar and his accent. My vasca friend and I were checking out some modern vasco groups, and the songs they sing...in euskera! We had to stop as the argentino started playing to an audience of me, the vasca, my roommate, and her two friends, one from Aragón, and one from Navarra. He was playing some classic Spanish guitar music, and yes, being the good españolas they are, started dancing along. And I mean, some seriously beautiful, this-runs-in-your-blood/how-do-you-move-like-that hip movements and dance steps. To them, it was natural, simple, childish. Later, the girl from Navarra, and the argentino and I bonded over our love for Paco de Lucía and were absolutely shocked that the two girls from Aragón did not know who he was. 

To sum up, argentinian accent + real live Spanish guitar + some good old vasco blood (some bruta, some not) = my new Spanish family. 

All I can say is, "thank you. Thank you very much for providing the humyn connection that I have found here with only one other persyn. 

Que viva la noche, la música, los amigos, y el amor. And something I've been waiting a very long time to say authentically, que viva España.