Weirdest Saturday ever?

I woke up on Saturday morning with the preconceived notion that I would be going out for lunch with my Spanish parents. Fair enough, I wasn't about to oppose something new and actually experience a Spanish restaurant with someone other than our English group (not that anything is wrong with those folks...). Anyway, we make our way to the place and I meet a lot of new people. They left me hanging high and dry though when the waiter was taking orders, verbally giving us the menu options. The bad part was, this waiter had a super thick accent that was hard for me to understand. I was put on the spot, but it was good practice. Finally, one of the guys there asked me if I knew why I was there. He said it was a 'reunion' which I immediately brushed off and thought they were old friends or something. We finished our meal and my parents and I started walking home. I thought this was it... nope. We took a different route though, one I thought to be the more scenic of the many, when my Spanish dad cuts away and walks towards this building, and unlocks a door. Turns out, this building was a garage. He pointed out his motorcycle, car and Jeep and we jump in the Jeep and start ripping around the streets of Segovia, which are narrow and twisty. There is a lot of American influence here, and consequently, they play a lot of American music on the radio. "Womanizer" by Brittney Spears comes on and my dad starts singing along! Quite possibly the highlight of my day. We get to this random building and the same people we ate lunch with are setting up flags and this really formal-like operation with this crest of "Liga Espanola de Asociaciones CB y Radioaficionados: Federacion Nacional" which is like an official Spanish club for Radio communications or something. It finally dawned on me that 'reunion' in Spanish means 'meeting.' It took me the better part of this official three hour meeting of why my family would come to this, and more importantly, why I was here. My Spanish mom said that she was really bored though, so it was good to know I wasn't alone. She even started laughing so hard at this older dude who just fell asleep! She eventually got up and left for a bit. I'm pretty sure the meeting could have taken half of the time, but the three head guys wound up in an argument about racism or something. At the pinnacle of my confusion, the meeting finally ended, and the people there wanted to take a bunch of photos with the American kid. Fortunately, I kept the official meeting itinerary. We later went for coffee, and stopped by a bar for tapas, which are Spanish appetizers, and finally went home for dinner. As it turns out, my Spanish dad has some huge radio, with channels and a little hand-held microphone, and it's a hobby of his. He even said he can pick up signals and listen to cell-phone conversations...
I learned so much about Spanish radio communications...