It's been 5 years since Jonathan has been in England.
And you would never know. He looks and sounds as British as I do.
He completely blends in to the background of the British landscape except when he needs to pay for anything. He gets completely confused by the British coins (they make no sense really) and ends up asking the shopkeeper who looks completely baffled why a British guy has no clue about British money.
"It's because I'm Spanish" he says to them and then they look even more confused!
It's quite cute and it's exactly what I used to be like when I first arrived in the UK. Fresh-faced 18 year old starting at Durham with a mixture of feelings in my tummy.
My friends used to play "What Charlotte doesn't know..." with me. They would ask me:
"Do you know how to play British Bulldog?" - No
"Do you know what Monster Munch is?" - Huh?
"Have you done your Duke of Edinburgh?" - What the Queen's husband? No!
"Have you ever tried Domino's pizza?" - Nope
People forget, I might look and sound British but I am culturally different, well I was more culturally different when I was younger. Now I get to play the same games with JoBro.
JoBro was visiting as back in January, when he turned 21, I bought him a very special present (do you remember?).
On Saturday morning we jumped on the train to Twickenham and joined the crowds. Excited rugby fans draped in their country's colours enjoying beers and burgers, clutching at their tickets or simply soaking up the atmosphere. We were joining the Rugby World Cup Fever!
Wales vs Australia in the last few matches of the Pool stages.
I had rugby fever!
The match was intense. Both sides had incredible defence and hardly any tries were scored during the whole 80 minutes.
Australia had the most impressive move whilst tackling - they would flip the Welsh players over as soon as they passed the try line. This meant that although the Welsh players had the ball in their hand and they were over the try line, they were like upside down turtles and couldn't put the ball on the ground.
This happened 4 times. 4 times!
We were even lucky enough to see the Dan Biggar shuffle live. If you have no idea what I am on about please click here.
Don't you think this would be the worst job in the world?
Sat looking at the crowd without being able to peep behind you to follow up with the match. How do they do it?
I wouldn't be able to resist a cheeky peek.
After Francis, I stuck to plain smiles. I wasn't about to go home smelling like the Welsh rugby player's dressing room.