I met Rosa Rubio from Madrid. She speaks only Spanish, and after talking for a few hours, I brought her to my hotel. The room has three beds in it, so I offered her one and she was beside herself—hadn’t seen a real mattress in weeks, she told me. I gave her my black-and-white-striped referee shirt because it never really looked good on me. I bought us dinner and drinks. She hadn’t spoken to anyone in four days, and she was very patient with my Spanish. I enjoyed her company, and it was nice to treat someone, to be in a position to.
