I watched some sort of Spanish TV tonight.

I do this because I think that I just MIGHT accidentally become fluent in Spanish whilst watching. I'm optimistic like that.

Now I don't know exactly what show I was watching (in that I don't speak even a little bit of Spanish), but I can tell you this: It was the best show EVER.

There was a man in a chicken suit, a couple getting married, little children named "Wendy" and "Ivan," a nurse with an eye patch, and a French maid.

Could TV get any better? I think not.

But what was most astounding of all, was the studio audience.

Yes, there was a studio audience. And, miraculously, they didn't seem at all surprised by the antics happening on the show. There was a French maid talking to a pirate nurse during a wedding, and no one in the audience even blinked an eye.

So here is what I gleaned from this experience.

Life in Spanish-speaking countries must be TOTALLY exciting. That is, I think, the only possibly explanation for the audience's lack of reaction to the show.

I think that in places like Spain and Mexico, there must be men in chicken suits ALL OVER. They probably go to the doctor expecting their nurse to say 'Aaaargh' and have a parrot.

I'm so moving to Spain.

Buenos Noches.