Wings Of The World!

The globe spun, and Elise's finger pressed down as it slowed. She squinted at the name, lips curling into a smirk.

"Haru, grab your stuff. We're heading to Spain."

Haru blinked. "Oh. Wait. Spain?"

Elise nodded. "Yeah. What? Did you want me to say something more dramatic?"

Haru grinned. "I was hoping for something like, 'Prepare yourself, for we embark on a grand adventure to the land of passion, art, and legendary cuisine!'"

Elise crossed her arms. "You're embarrassing."

"And you lack presentation skills."

"Just pack."

Bienvenidos a España!!

The moment they stepped off the plane in Madrid, the vibrant energy of Spain hit them. The streets were lively, filled with music, laughter, and the enticing aroma of food from every corner.

Haru stretched. "Alright, first things first."

Elise raised a brow. "Hotel?"

"Wrong. Food."

She sighed. "Why am I not surprised?"

They found a small, family-run tapas bar and settled in. The menu was filled with an overwhelming number of choices, from patatas bravas (crispy potatoes with spicy tomato sauce) to jamón ibérico (Iberian ham). Haru's eyes sparkled like a child in a candy store.

Elise pinched the bridge of her nose. "Please, don't do something weird."

Haru grinned and turned to the waiter. "Perdón, amigo. ¿Cuál es el plato más raro que tienen?" (Excuse me, friend. What's the weirdest dish you have?)

Elise slammed the menu on the table. "Haru, no."

The waiter chuckled. "Tenemos angulas." (We have baby eels.)

Haru's grin widened. "Dámelas." (Give them to me.)

Elise groaned. "I hate you so much."

When the plate arrived, Haru eagerly picked up a forkful of the tiny, noodle-like eels. "Elise, you gotta try this."

She leaned back. "Nope. I have standards."

"Come on, it's protein!"

"No."

"It's a cultural experience!"

"No."

"Plwaseeee??"

"No."

Haru sighed dramatically and popped them into his mouth. "Mmm… tastes like adventure times."

Elise stabbed a piece of bread aggressively. "I should've spun the globe myself."

After Haru finished traumatizing Elise with his food choices, they began their exploration of Madrid. They wandered through Plaza Mayor, surrounded by historic buildings and street performers.

Haru took out his camera and snapped a picture. "This place has seen a lot of history. It used to hold bullfights, executions, and even coronations."

Elise crossed her arms. "That's quite the range of events."

"Yeah. Imagine waking up and not knowing if it's a festival day or an execution day."

Elise sighed. "Please don't phrase it like that."

They continued to the Royal Palace of Madrid, admiring its grand architecture.

Elise explained, "This is the largest royal palace in Western Europe. It has over 3,000 rooms."

Haru blinked. "Who needs 3,000 rooms? What do they even do with them all?"

Elise smirked. "Hide people like you who ask too many questions."

Haru gasped. "Betrayal."

In the evening, they decided to watch a flamenco performance. The rhythmic clapping, the passionate music, and the intense dance moves captivated them.

Haru whispered, "This is so cool..."

Elise nodded. "Flamenco isn't just a dance it's storytelling through movement and music."

The dancer finished her performance, and to Haru's horror, the host of the event smiled at the audience.

"¿Quién quiere intentarlo?" (Who wants to try?)

Haru's blood ran cold as Elise's hand shot up.

The host beamed. "¡Perfecto! Suban al escenario." (Perfect! Come up to the stage.)

Haru turned to Elise in betrayal. "WHY."

She smirked. "Revenge for the baby eels."

As they stepped on stage, Haru muttered, "I hope you trip."

Elise smiled sweetly. "I hope you embarrass yourself so much you never recover."

The music started, and they were given basic steps to follow. Elise, surprisingly, was graceful.

Haru, on the other hand, was a mess. His limbs moved in a way that defied logic and rhythm.

The instructor tried to help. "¡Más pasión!" (More passion!)

Haru flailed his arms. "THIS IS MY PASSION."

Elise was crying from laughter.

When they finally sat down, Haru buried his face in his hands. "That was the worst experience of my life."

Elise patted his back. "Hey, at least you were memorable."

Haru groaned. "I hate you."

She grinned. "I know."

After spending more days exploring Spain's cities, tasting more food, and visiting historical sites, they returned to their hotel.

Haru cracked his knuckles. "Alright, part THREE! Of… spinning zaaa globe!"

Elise spun the globe dramatically, and as it slowed, she pressed her finger down. Her eyes widened.

Haru leaned in. "Where to?"

Elise looked up, grinning. "You're not ready for this one."

(Next chapter begins!)