Jesús Aguilar had an agenda full of compromises, and as the summer got closer, the agenda got busier. I wish I wasn't that busy these days, he usually thought, but the Spanish President was aware of the huge responsibilities being the Head of Government of his country meant. After a morning breakfast with the President of the Generalitat de Catalunya, Salvador Illa and the entrepreneurs of the region, Aguilar got into his motorcade, destination San Diego. He crossed the region of Northern Catalonian, and after passing Perpignan, he found himself in Californian land: Oh, California, how lovely you are, the President said to himself.
Jesús Aguilar's motorcade kept its way towards the meeting place in San Diego, where the Spaniard would meet the Californian Chancellor, Anthony Albanese. The President did not know much about him, despite the relationships between both countries being excellent. The streets of San Diego were busy, and the people were looking at his motorcade. Jesús knew California was a test for him, a place to prove his new foreign policy views worked and were effective: less overreaction, wiser decisions. He waved to some of the crowd present on his way, some of them with Spanish flags, to whom he waved specially.
The motorcade came to a stop, and Jesús Aguilar got out of his car. He walked over the red carpet, and shook hands with the Californian Chancellor, who was waiting for him: "Chancellor Albanese, nice to meet you! How are you feeling today?", he asked.