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supposed to stay in the dorms, but there was a problem.”
    â€œSome of the toilets in the first-floor bathroom overflowed last night, and a bunch of the rooms got flooded,” Jenna piped up, sliding her hand through her glossy hair.
    â€œGross,” Elena said.
    â€œI know. So, when I heard that a family was nice enough to offer to put me up for a couple of nights while they clean up my rank dorm room, I was like, ‘Yes, please.’”
    Señora Cruz motioned for the girls to take a seat. Jenna flopped back on the couch while Elena chose an empty leather chair across the room. Elena was intrigued and a little bit awed by how breezily this girl responded to such a big change in plans upon arriving in Spain. It was inspiring.
    Alita came in from the kitchen with a bottle of wine. She set it down in front of her mom, who poured small glasses for the girls and regular ones for herself and Señor Cruz.
    â€œThis is famous wine of Basque country,” Señor Cruz said, propping the bottle on his forearm like a waiter in a fancy restaurant so the girls could inspect the label.
    â€œUh, how do you pronounce that?” Jenna asked skeptically, eyeing Elena. Elena was glad Jenna asked; she was wondering the same thing.
    â€œTxakoli,” Señor Cruz said easily.
    â€œCha-co-ly,” they repeated.
    â€œBueno,” Señora Cruz proclaimed, clapping her hands. “Your first Basque word.”
    â€œSalud,” Señor Cruz said, raising his glass up. “Salud,” Jenna repeated, clinking her glass up against Elena’s. She gave Elena a wink and a look that seemed to say, Can you believe they’re just giving us wine like it’s no big deal?
    Elena had heard that Spanish people grew up drinking wine, so she was pretty sure it wasn’t out of the ordinary for girls her age to be drinking. She couldn’t shake the feeling, however, that she was doing something slightly scandalous. The only time her parents had allowed her to drink was at her cousin’s wedding. And here was Señora Cruz pouring a glass for Alita, who was only ten.
    Alita stood at the edge of the couch looking like a puppy forced to choose between two bones. Her eyes bounced back and forth between Elena and Jenna, clearly trying to decide which American girl was more interesting. Eventually she seemed to settle on Jenna, planting herself on a cushion next to her on the couch. Elena knew it was petty, but she felt a pinprick of jealousy.
    â€œJenna and Elena, how were your flights across the Atlantic?” Señora Cruz asked.
    â€œPretty uneventful,” Elena answered, and took a dainty sip of wine. She decided to reserve her story about nearly getting lost in the Madrid airport. She didn’t like to reveal that side of herself before she had to.
    â€œMine, too,” Jenna said, leaning back into the couch. “But I almost missed my first plane out of Phoenix.”
    â€œReally?” Elena leaned forward with her elbows on her knees.
    â€œYeah. It’s embarrassing,” Jenna began, though she looked more amused than embarrassed. “I totally overslept. My mom burst through my door at twenty to seven and starts yelling, ‘Get up, Jenna. Get up. We’re late.’ I didn’t even have time to shower. We just hopped in the car. I’ve never seen my mom drive that fast. She’s usually, like, a model citizen on the road.”
    â€œIt seems you made it here in the end,” Señora Cruz noted cheerfully.
    â€œYep,” Jenna took a deep breath and then let out a relieved sigh. “I just barely made the cutoff time for foreign flights.”
    â€œThen you get to Spain and your room is flooded,” Elena noted, amazed that this girl was holding it together so well. “What an ordeal.”
    â€œTell me about it.” Jenna smiled.
    â€œDo you have brothers and sisters?” Alita asked, beaming up at Jenna.
    â€œWell, I have a