One of the most important features of personality Pilar was the passion he felt before the trip, were the type that would, longer or shorter, to places far and near . I enjoyed both the preparations and the journey itself. It was a worthy disciple of Cavafy, in one of his poems we should enjoy the ride, the route to follow to reach your destination.
Before meeting her, I just had gone abroad in connection with a weekend trip at the end COU course. A London to be exact. In that sense, she had an advantage abysmal. Pilar had been in England, living in the heart of a British family for nearly a month with her friend Montse. He had traveled to Denmark, Holland, Yugoslavia, France, and many other countries of Europe which kept a lasting memory. Pilar was saddened when the madness broke out in Yugoslavia, with that "ethnic cleansing" that cost so many lives. She had been in Mostar, a city which kept a fond memory, and could not watch the news, which appeared the old bridge in the city, bomb-shattered base. When he returned from Yugoslavia, home photo developing Pilar played him a move disastrous: he watched three of the four reels that had been spent. Luckily, he also brought countless postcards and books in the area, among which include four photographs of old Mostar, we hold on today's framed in the living room.
Pilar was almost always a ritual unique to organize the trips. Began by choosing the area to visit, as is expected, and then inquired by all means at our disposal, through travel agencies when there was no Internet, and through this medium after, to get reliable and current photographs of the hotel in which we would be staying during our stay at the place to be. She was always searching, comparing the prices, which offered the route to follow, unless it were to maintain a road run, in which case it was I who organized the various stops, depending on the distance traveled and what they had to do in each. From the moment that came the idea of \u200b\u200btravel, a couple of times or more each year, Pilar enjoyed the preparations. If we were to visit was a mountain, handled properly barricaded, gloves, jackets and footwear. If the issue was going to a beach resort, swimwear, light clothing and all kinds of floats, especially in the infancy phase Sergio. He always knew exactly what to wear each site, and reported even the time we would do.
was a pleasure to go with his experience in traveling, but especially for their enthusiasm. Both Sergio and I, like others who have joined us at times, have learned to travel through it. Thanks to her, the greatest pleasure we feel, is to prepare a case and let it go for the adventure of new places. They say that traveling is open to one's mind, and I can assure that a statement is absolutely true. If to this we add also the facilities that today provides Internet for so rewarding task we will draw in conclusion, to have more time to do so, we would be traveling constantly.
Pilar told me his passion for travel very soon after you start dating. Enthusiastically put it, that ultimately catch it that bug that has never left me since. As I told above, my only trip was to London, and is not much I found out, among other reasons because the feral when we were subjected my friends and I drove us to spend much of the week enclosed the four walls of the hotel, drinking, smoking and playing cards. To give you an idea of \u200b\u200bthe pathos of that trip I will tell you that one night we stayed to watch the Eurovision Song Contest in one of the halls of the hotel, and coincided with the time that, good Betty Misiego, stole his first since the quixotic English voters. I remember there was on our side an English couple who literally Descojonado our chivalry. With that I say everything about that trip.
was a matter of days Pilar organize what would be our first trip abroad. He thought he could spend a week in early summer, in Palma de Mallorca. It did not seem too bad, because neither she nor I knew, so the machinery Pilar was launched and before it was willing I knew it had booked flights, hotel, and even the rental car. I had no problem to take holidays on the dates that she had prepared, so we were left with nothing but wait for such an important occasion.
made plans on how well we were going to happen in Mallorca, on how happy we would be in the hotel, and the bathrooms were going to hit us on the beach of Es Trench, which at that time already knew, thanks to books and guides that Pilar was busily engaged in collecting so as always, it was one of the most famous of the island. The idea was to rent a car for the first four days, Valldemossa the beating visiting us, Inca, the beach Calobra, Manacor and other landmarks, and spend the last three days lying flat on one foot in the hotel pool, which had a monumental painting on the photographs. Pilar had hired a half-board, so you only have to worry about the midday meal.
In those we were, enjoying a week in advance that we would serve inter alia to check the quality of our living together, when my good friend Juan, surveyor like me, phoned me for me over to do an interview working in the company where he worked. That occurred more or less in June 1988, very little before the summer. This was to change company with a salary of more than twice what I was making at that time. I did the interview and caught me.
I remember the afternoon when Pilar told him I had hired a new firm. We were in the car around the streets Anastrepha, I guess about to get off to go to Elke's, the Yuppi or other den of iniquity of which we used to frequent. I told him the conditions, salary, excellent as I'd like the job, schedule, etc. Pilar heard me excited, with a gleam of happiness in her eyes. A glow that was erased when le dije que, debido a que acababa de entrar, no tenía todavía derecho a vacaciones, y que, por tanto, había que anular lo del viaje a Palma de Mallorca.
He visto en muy pocas ocasiones triste a Pilar, y os aseguro que aquella ocasión fue la primera, y una de las peores. Sin poderlo evitar, soltó unas lágrimas, apenada por tener que anular el viaje. La vi tan desconsolada, que le dije que no, que no me cambiaba de empresa, que no se preocupara, que ya habría más ocasiones, y que lo importante era nuestro viaje. En una de aquellas reacciones serenas que tanto he valorado durante todos estos años, Pilar dejó de llorar, se secó las lágrimas, y me dijo, con seriedad, que no dijera nonsense, I could not miss an opportunity like the one I had submitted. He smiled again, I expressed his happiness with a kiss, and went to celebrate my job better that night.
Our first trip, our first time to be alone together, had been canceled, but many others would come. Over the years we went to Palma de Mallorca, modeled on a trip we planned for that first occasion. But that, friends, is another entry.
Before meeting her, I just had gone abroad in connection with a weekend trip at the end COU course. A London to be exact. In that sense, she had an advantage abysmal. Pilar had been in England, living in the heart of a British family for nearly a month with her friend Montse. He had traveled to Denmark, Holland, Yugoslavia, France, and many other countries of Europe which kept a lasting memory. Pilar was saddened when the madness broke out in Yugoslavia, with that "ethnic cleansing" that cost so many lives. She had been in Mostar, a city which kept a fond memory, and could not watch the news, which appeared the old bridge in the city, bomb-shattered base. When he returned from Yugoslavia, home photo developing Pilar played him a move disastrous: he watched three of the four reels that had been spent. Luckily, he also brought countless postcards and books in the area, among which include four photographs of old Mostar, we hold on today's framed in the living room.
Pilar was almost always a ritual unique to organize the trips. Began by choosing the area to visit, as is expected, and then inquired by all means at our disposal, through travel agencies when there was no Internet, and through this medium after, to get reliable and current photographs of the hotel in which we would be staying during our stay at the place to be. She was always searching, comparing the prices, which offered the route to follow, unless it were to maintain a road run, in which case it was I who organized the various stops, depending on the distance traveled and what they had to do in each. From the moment that came the idea of \u200b\u200btravel, a couple of times or more each year, Pilar enjoyed the preparations. If we were to visit was a mountain, handled properly barricaded, gloves, jackets and footwear. If the issue was going to a beach resort, swimwear, light clothing and all kinds of floats, especially in the infancy phase Sergio. He always knew exactly what to wear each site, and reported even the time we would do.
was a pleasure to go with his experience in traveling, but especially for their enthusiasm. Both Sergio and I, like others who have joined us at times, have learned to travel through it. Thanks to her, the greatest pleasure we feel, is to prepare a case and let it go for the adventure of new places. They say that traveling is open to one's mind, and I can assure that a statement is absolutely true. If to this we add also the facilities that today provides Internet for so rewarding task we will draw in conclusion, to have more time to do so, we would be traveling constantly.
Pilar told me his passion for travel very soon after you start dating. Enthusiastically put it, that ultimately catch it that bug that has never left me since. As I told above, my only trip was to London, and is not much I found out, among other reasons because the feral when we were subjected my friends and I drove us to spend much of the week enclosed the four walls of the hotel, drinking, smoking and playing cards. To give you an idea of \u200b\u200bthe pathos of that trip I will tell you that one night we stayed to watch the Eurovision Song Contest in one of the halls of the hotel, and coincided with the time that, good Betty Misiego, stole his first since the quixotic English voters. I remember there was on our side an English couple who literally Descojonado our chivalry. With that I say everything about that trip.
was a matter of days Pilar organize what would be our first trip abroad. He thought he could spend a week in early summer, in Palma de Mallorca. It did not seem too bad, because neither she nor I knew, so the machinery Pilar was launched and before it was willing I knew it had booked flights, hotel, and even the rental car. I had no problem to take holidays on the dates that she had prepared, so we were left with nothing but wait for such an important occasion.
made plans on how well we were going to happen in Mallorca, on how happy we would be in the hotel, and the bathrooms were going to hit us on the beach of Es Trench, which at that time already knew, thanks to books and guides that Pilar was busily engaged in collecting so as always, it was one of the most famous of the island. The idea was to rent a car for the first four days, Valldemossa the beating visiting us, Inca, the beach Calobra, Manacor and other landmarks, and spend the last three days lying flat on one foot in the hotel pool, which had a monumental painting on the photographs. Pilar had hired a half-board, so you only have to worry about the midday meal.
In those we were, enjoying a week in advance that we would serve inter alia to check the quality of our living together, when my good friend Juan, surveyor like me, phoned me for me over to do an interview working in the company where he worked. That occurred more or less in June 1988, very little before the summer. This was to change company with a salary of more than twice what I was making at that time. I did the interview and caught me.
I remember the afternoon when Pilar told him I had hired a new firm. We were in the car around the streets Anastrepha, I guess about to get off to go to Elke's, the Yuppi or other den of iniquity of which we used to frequent. I told him the conditions, salary, excellent as I'd like the job, schedule, etc. Pilar heard me excited, with a gleam of happiness in her eyes. A glow that was erased when le dije que, debido a que acababa de entrar, no tenía todavía derecho a vacaciones, y que, por tanto, había que anular lo del viaje a Palma de Mallorca.
He visto en muy pocas ocasiones triste a Pilar, y os aseguro que aquella ocasión fue la primera, y una de las peores. Sin poderlo evitar, soltó unas lágrimas, apenada por tener que anular el viaje. La vi tan desconsolada, que le dije que no, que no me cambiaba de empresa, que no se preocupara, que ya habría más ocasiones, y que lo importante era nuestro viaje. En una de aquellas reacciones serenas que tanto he valorado durante todos estos años, Pilar dejó de llorar, se secó las lágrimas, y me dijo, con seriedad, que no dijera nonsense, I could not miss an opportunity like the one I had submitted. He smiled again, I expressed his happiness with a kiss, and went to celebrate my job better that night.
Our first trip, our first time to be alone together, had been canceled, but many others would come. Over the years we went to Palma de Mallorca, modeled on a trip we planned for that first occasion. But that, friends, is another entry.
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