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The magical night

That Sunday when we went to the dam we had Atazar Pillar and I practically together and alone, despite being surrounded by friends. Javier and Montse had to realize that this was going on track, because most of the time we left behind, I guess in a sort of evil that plotted to spend more time chatting. The day passed quickly. We ate out on the basis of sandwiches, tortillas, fried potatoes and peppers, I remember very well if Patones Patones above or below. At the end of the day, I went to Pilar to her house, and that's when it started to rain, a storm had guessed throughout the day, but had waited patiently to explode with full force to get us home . I have

to confess publicly that Monday, the day after, I played with advantage, because it was raining. Let me explain: Pilar hated the rain, and was able to cancel an appointment if the sky was leaden, just in case. So when I called from work to be with her, and she said yes, despite the rain, I knew positively that he had earned enough room.

We meet in Alonso Martinez Covarrubias street near where I worked. Pretty was presented with a blue coat who disappeared some years later, and an umbrella in the same color. I was a bit fast, because at that time the rain fell with great force. We decided to go for a drink Riofrío cafeteria, near Columbus, and from there we went, arm in arm, and without being a damn rain around us.

Once in the cafeteria began to recall the previous day to discuss the food, the different stories that we had happened, and the usual comments about the group of friends in which we were moving. If it appears that likes that, if Roberto, if Montse, etc, etc. Normal, but with a joy and complicity that still continues to surprise me. All you knew Pilar know full well that, and good person, had an unusual psychology, and saw things in the group of friends to my completely escaped me, partly because I've always been too distracted to these things, and as the main reason because I was interested in it, and nobody else.

Time passed, but we did not realize. Let's not forget it was Monday, which were working, and that the previous day we had not beaten following a sovereign God for these roads to Valeo Rally crazy. I guess we were tired, but we did not realize. I think it was the first time I stayed alone together, but far from the timidity that had me on many other occasions to be alone with a girl, this time I was completely in my sauce, and she felt that she was going exactly the same thing to me. We were comfortable, in a word, without it we knew it almost gave us ten o'clock at night.

When I suggested that we leave, Pilar took from his pocket a gift for me. He was always very detailed, me and everyone, and that was the first time that I realized that. He gave me a book with a card of those involved. Apropos of nothing, because it was not my birthday or anything resembling it. Over time I have come to believe that hussy sensed very well that night that something important would happen and prepared for the occasion making me a gift inaugurating a custom step that we had throughout our whole life together: make us unexpected gifts in the most unexpected moments, especially during the time when we were dating. I appreciated the gift with a kiss on the cheek, and no more, we pay the bill and went back to the street.

It was a special night, or at least to us it seemed. Despite the rain, the light reflected suggestive city sidewalks. It was too late to be Monday, and there was almost nobody in the streets. Our footsteps echoed on the wet floor of a curious, almost magical. We walked slowly to the metro. No rush, laughing and commenting on the book that I just give Pilar. Had decided to walk her home, so we took the line that pushed us to Diego de León, intending to catch the bus later. Midweek I did not have the car to work, and it was very difficult to park in that area.

When we reached the platform to change trains, we looked for a moment without speaking. I never declared to Pilar, and she to me either. Then we laughed a lot about this situation, and commented that, in fact, we had not formalized our relationship, and that, therefore, could leave at any time without any remorse. Just at that moment, on that platform meter, are brought together into an intense kiss.

Without saying anything, without blushing neither, without fanfare, as all that was Pilar, with the utmost tranquility that characterized, and how well I succeeded in passing on that and other moments of our time together, we started our relationship formal. The ride to her house, including the bus has completely blurred in my memory. I seemed to be living a dream. Just remember that since that kiss we speak very little, if anything, but walked embraced more strongly than a few minutes earlier. In that first kiss followed by more, and I remember laughing like children. We were very comfortable with each other. I think it was after midnight when he finally left it at home. I leave with a smile and waved. An image that has been forever etched in memory. The first day of our relationship. So it all started. The majority

may seem silly to you all this, or something so personal that should not be shared with anyone. If I do it because I wish I could convey to a pale image of the feeling I had as much Pilar that cold night in 1987. We were happy, and we knew full well that we were starting something important in our lives.

guess all of you have ever felt this tingling happiness, and if not, do not know what you are expecting.

The picture that heads this post is one of the most special has been made to Pilar. It is in Lanzarote, some years after that magical night which is dedicated this entry. Is a photograph really like many friends, as Inman, Loli, Feli and our eternal friend David, who every time he came home he was looking for a good time with her table did

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So, then overturning it gave me chest I did call Pilar on Wednesday, I was psyched to spend the afternoon on Saturday at home. I wondered why I had called so soon, and wondered for the simple reason that I, when I was with my friends, improvising about an hour before we met. I remember that prediction, called me three days before I crashed. A forecast that over the years I have grown accustomed. A Pilar liked to organize appointments, dinner or whatever, with several days in advance. Rarely have improvised One meeting, unless the issue has arisen suddenly, or we have tied the blanket to the head to get guns somewhere.

Much of our discussion Pilar and I was basically to tell me how to get home. To me, who lived in Vallecas, it seemed all a spiritual journey Hortaleza reach the district in which she was home. Despite his instructions, I got lost from the Plaza de Castilla, and I toyed for a while before you arrive. Let's not forget that at that time there were no phones, so the possibility of going to use it in GPS-based plan to call someone, was discarded. To my surprise, a few meters from his house went through the door of a school where I had been pulling me a few Styes years before the referendum on NATO organized by the PSOE. Already at that time had seemed to me that school was in the ass in the world. Finally, after rounding what is colloquially called before "the arenas, and between which is now located shopping center Gran Via de Hortaleza", my new red Peugeot 205 and I got to get home from Pilar .

I was curious to Pilar I opened the door of his home the following weekend we met. With her natural cheerfulness, introduced me to other friends of the group, among which were, as I recall, Luis and Felipe, another Luis, Roberto, and Montse, Javier known. That would be the official group of friends from that time. That afternoon we were playing cards at Trivial ... Usually go. I was impressed with the welcome I received so much from each other, especially Pilar, who was a champion in its role as host. I learned that afternoon that her parents lived with her, but they were going to the people of my future mother one weekend every other occasions that took advantage of Pilar to organize a brawl at home.

My arrival at the group, and my red car, was providential. Robert was thrilled when I told him I had a car, because the only thing that was also at that time was Louis, Feli, thus limiting the number of trips rather outside Madrid. The novelty of having a car again, and my absolute willingness to make it serve the group, we opened up a whole range of possibilities. So much so that very day we scheduled a trip to Chinchón for the following Saturday, the first of a series of them.

Chinchón During the tour I saw firsthand the courage of Pilar. With the brand new driver's license, the very hussy dared to take the car as had occasion, we made a stop at the side of the old road that led to Chinchón from the road to Valencia. As Women want the shower was not much say in the management of vehicles, and apparently he forgot where he was the pillar of the brake, he shouted to the open window, laughing Descojonado, who could not stop. It did not occur to the good of Pilar else turn the wheel, which was about to dump the car with her inside. Fortunately, due to the low-speed bearing, the engine stalled, so that the Peugeot was stopped a few hundred meters from the place we occupied all the others, waiting at the end of that impromptu adventure. My feelings at that time jumped from one extreme to another. On the one hand, I felt admiration for this girl who had dared to take the car without having practiced enough. On the other hand, infinite sadness felt by the strong possibility that I had made to stay with the car all dented, with broken address or any other failure of complicated solution (I think at that time was not yet a member of RACE blessed savior many times in my faux Pataz when taking the car).

When the day was half cloudy, we stayed in Madrid, Pilar well at home, if we had been fortunate that their parents made an exit to the village, or in any slum areas of Madrid, Orense, Bilbao otherwise. We used to frequent a pub in Orense The Charlotte, similarly to how they did the stars of "Friends," "Cheers" and "Frasier." It was precisely on "Carlota" where the good of Robert, a guy with glasses who seemed Basque by his size, he taught us one evening, without mercy, the thousand-odd photos I've taken on a trip to Argentina. That evening I ended up with a headache, I swear, it also commented on the good man each of the photos with great detail.

Normally, when I finished the stay in these places, I dropped by the "San Mateo", to detoxify and to tell my progress with Juan Antonio the new group of cronies. Prior to that, most often carried home Pilar. She loved it, and I was starting to love me. Every time I felt more attracted to her, and feel that I gave was that she was the same. I discovered that his features were very suggestive. He hated the rain to reach the point of canceling a meeting with another group of friends. One side of him that really helped me when starting out together, as I will discuss in subsequent chapters. He was very methodical and orderly for all, something that I could check the first time I saw the house. I was very proud of her. It had been delivered a year earlier, and already had fully decorated to your liking, with a very personal and warm, nothing tacky, between functional and enjoyable.

Those weeks spent in a very nice, with excursions above Chinchon, Toledo, Guadarrama ... And especially one on a Sunday in Autumn which time I can not remember. Javier, Montse's boyfriend took us to see the Rallye Valeo that year, which ran, among other places, for the two peoples Patones by Atazar Dam and the whole area in general. By then, two to three months we met (it is a pity you do not remember either the date. If anyone knows when the Valeo held in Madrid, I would appreciate to help me) relationship with Pilar was reaching a climax. Staying within the group, however manage to find many moments to talk with us. What at first had not been probably more than a certain attraction between two people with a similar sense of humor, was turning into something else. That day, nor Pilar and I get to see a single car, as we were so engrossed with each other.

next day, Monday, officially started going out together, but that, my friends, is another entry.

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The meeting

We were to improvise. I was going through a strange situation, which needed a change of pace, a change of scenery. I never thought of what happens so many times to have friends who do not study at university.

A newly completed my twenty-six years old, had stopped going out with a group of friends more or less faithful, more or less ancient, for various different reasons. First, because the poor were a little hartitos to call every weekend, and I could not go out with them because I had this or that test. Secondly, because my purchasing power was much diminished in comparison with theirs, that worked and had a salary far greater than the weekly pay me was my father. Although at this time I had worked for just over a year, so many years of free riding that could not but end up spending bill. And third and finally, because by a twist of fate and effervescence of hormones, had formed over my years of the inevitable career couples, and there was nothing for a poor graduate without a bloody hard, and also more or less fat.

For all these reasons, I called Monty, an old friend from the beach, and we see each other that afternoon of October 12, 1987, the day of Pilar. He said if I did not care to go with a friend, and I said no, of course, to the contrary.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, in front of Burger King by Diego de León, I first met with Pilar.

After the greetings and kisses bound to Pilar and Montse, and shook hands with Javier, Montse's boyfriend who also met for the first time that day, deliberated a bit before deciding to go to this or that site .

remember I liked from the beginning the joviality of Pilar. He came dressed in a gray dress with horizontal lines very thin green, white socks and black shoes. It is curious that at this point remember such a detail, when the truth is that I have forgotten many things even more recent. I guess have something to do with the fact that it was the first time we met, the novelty, but the fact is that from the beginning, from that moment the door of the Burger, Pilar did not leave me indifferent. Proof of this is that no memory at all as they were not Montse and Javier, and even myself. I guess that would be of "normal after" as well defined my cousin Juan Antonio to my way of dressing, bland and dull, always in jeans and a shirt, always emphasizing both Rockola as Pasha by my utter lack of affiliation vestimental.

I suggested we approach the San Mateo, a gambling den located in the street of the same name, where he worked precisely at the time I click cousin. Not even I considered that Pilar finished eating with his parents in an elegant restaurant to celebrate the festival of Pilar, as it was and has been customary over the years that we spent together. Not even I considered that neither Montse and Javier were not very used to frequent this type of local and imported ultramodern music, and closer to rock and pop (pop blessed the eighties will never die) than to any other music. I was so used to frequent the San Mateo, which I found my second home. He spent hours in the cockpit of punctures, playing tetris machine, or sitting at a table with his back against the wall, and it seemed most normal thing in the world.

that day, namely, the environment in San Mateo was just enough cargadillo. Niñatos groups had invaded the call of the low price of beer, the music was especially booming, and on top, Juan Antonio was not, so we had to pay for drinks (another advantage that was not mentioned was I went to drink free, "by the face". Montse hallucinated observed the environment in which I moved at that time (I knew from the beach, a very different family environment), Javier fun watching Montse hallucinatory and Pilar said, smiling as the first change, that this place he liked. I had a moment of revelation, and when I got up for drinks, I turned and looked at that table, with three more or less higher compared with the childish around us, amid the sea of \u200b\u200bleather jackets and lumps of buddy, I was assured that no Montse, or Javier, and, of course, Pilar, I was going to head back the word.

After this absurd statement of principle on my part, I let them take me somewhere for dinner. The three worked, do not forget (do not forget that I told you not), Montse and Pilar in separate advertising agencies, and Javier in a courier company. Their salaries were astronomical compared to mine, lower than a current fellow, given my limited experience in the labor market. So they took me to a place where, when I glimpsed above the price chart, and fumbled with my modest pecuniary hand, made my eyes wide. He could not say anything, because the short time in San Mateo had taken my arguments, at least for that day. I dined nervous, and when they brought the bill, I had to borrow money to Montserrat, which I cut a lot, because the truth is that many years ago that he had no one to touch it.

With all these premises and successful interventions on my part, it's time saying goodbye. I was sure I would have to find the new environment on the other hand, because the truth is that the evening had not been exactly brilliant, but to my surprise, all three stated that they had had a great time. Javier and Montse went underground on the other line than the one we had to use Pilar and me, so I was alone with her. He said he had to go to Diego de León to take the 72 to his home.

I'm not sure why, even today. I had a good time with Pilar, and apparently, neither had she gone wrong. Everything seemed cheerful, the San Mateo, my talk, dinner ... However, it was not logical that the first day react and react: with grave risk of becoming home to so many as to what I had to give back the fuck of sailing in the subway, I said I was with her until Diego de León. Over time, when we were dating, Pillar said he was surprised that my reaction when in fact we had met that afternoon. You might think it bullshit, silly me or a truism in retrospect, but I think that, while traveling on a subway line completely unknown to me next to Pilar, I sensed somehow that this was going to end up in good port.

I suggested the opportunity to see the weekend next, but he said he was staying with a friend. To my surprise, confirming my intuition that this was going on track, was the same Pilar called me the following Wednesday to invite me to spend the afternoon on Saturday at his home, along with Montse and Javier. I can assure you that when I heard the voice over the phone Pilar (Pilar's unmistakable voice, that everyone who has ever heard it is easy to remember), my heart skipped a beat in his chest.

That was the beginning of a beautiful friendship

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