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.
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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