Pillar Day of 1988 we had several things to celebrate. For one thing, just a year ago we had known, that door of Burger King by Diego de León. On the other hand, much like his mother Pilar as they were called, and it was customary to celebrate such an important day with a meal. Since that year, sparing no one, we have maintained the custom of eating with Pilar's parents, sometimes somewhere above, and often in a particular place, the seafood restaurant Sanchez Ferrero, sometimes in Alcobendas and others in Canillas.
Except when we ate somewhere different, or when such an important date travel catches us, to coincide with a bridge above (in which case we managed to always travel with my in-laws), the custom was always the same in that Seafood: A trs Arrocito for people, a seafood house, and a couple of bottles of white wine, which were of death. While my father and I escanciábamos glasses, my mother and put us to Pariri Pilar, and told us with that critical eye over both awareness leads us to the occasional drunk, we had had enough. Once Sergio was already beginning to be greater, and even like the film, also repeated that day a custom which has also remained unchanged for many years: IMAX assistance Méndez Alvaro, with circular display astronomical dimensions and glasses to see films in three dimensions. On more than one occasion, and thanks to the speed and movie images that were projected onto the superscreens, we sense how Arrocito and danced a sardana seafood inside our stomachs. The feeling of watching a movie camera in place for a good while in the first bogie of a roller coaster ride is harder than real roller-coaster.
remember with particular fondness two days mentioned in our day of Pilar. One was barely five years ago or so. We finished eating at our favorite seafood restaurant, and decided not to go to IMAX, but the Caixa museum, located more or less near the restaurant. My father Pepe and I were walking our usual dot produced by the two bottles of wine that we had gotten under his belt. Our respective goose commented on how our appearance, we were doing and saying silly things, and Sergio, with eight or nine years Just turned, laughed like a saint from his father and grandfather, both affected by the damn alcohol. We were, walked about halfway to our destination, when the sky, which until then had worn a majestic blue and clear tone, suddenly began to darken, so badly that within a few seconds began to fall an impressive downpour. So we were convinced that we would make a gorgeous day that we had not even taken the precaution to get you an umbrella, just in case. The rain, torrential and with an impressive force, they completely destroyed the hairstyle to the two women, who had been hopeful to the hairdresser the day before. Pepe and I were completely stalled costumes that day we decided to sit down, without really knowing why, because we had always been casual. More or less fixed, but the sport after all.
I think I've ever seen so much water down a street like that ominous day. Pe3pe and I cleared all of a sudden, we forget our mild cogorza, and started a mad rush, grabbing Sergio half on wings, to search for some place to shelter. As expected, we had new shoes, with which the simple act of running became torture for all our feet. The open water way to the floor, where there was a splash more and more pronounced. To all this must be added that Sergio, despite the rain, it was literally peeing laughter that came to see his pathetic family flooded head to toe. Fate had willed that we walked down a street shops not only without, but not even with an eave or a tree savior. We had to run a long way to reach the porch of a school, where they make landfall for a count of destruction and casualties on our clothing. Women emitted "uuuuuuuu ..." of disgust and dismay, my father and I take off your socks and try to squeeze a bit dry, and Sergio good, thanks to the efforts of his grandfather and mine was the most graceful had gone out of downpour, laughing nonstop. That we are not the least daunted. After parts in a way we look, and once the damn cloud passed over, yes, we resume our journey to Cosmocaixa, where we spent a most enjoyable afternoon snoring admirably in the planetarium.
On another occasion, when Sergio had just one or two years, we took my in-laws to "inn", a magnificent Catalan restaurant located in Principe de Vergara, nowadays already closed, Pilar and I had discovered when we were dating. An elegant, sophisticated, and not too expensive, we had booked the table for five with one week in advance. We arrived at the restaurant
the edge of the two and four, the time that we had booked. On the way from home to the place of the celebration, which lasted only fifteen minutes, Sergio had taken to sleeping in the car. That I flake a bit, because Sergio awakenings were always violent, but in the end, did not give too much importance. When we parked the car, we got the chair because Sergio woke up without too eager to go, although I did, and as an adult. Enter "La Fonda", and from the door, a friendly maitre, scrupulously dressed, accompanied us up the table we had reserved. Sergio dozing. It sounded a soft background music, local temperature was ideal, not hear a fly by the guests ... The exclusive place impressed my in-laws, who knew him. The waiter took four cards away chairs, ladies and kindly asked us to sit. At that time, Sergio became literally a human geyser, which used to happen when he fell asleep in the car, as I mentioned earlier. I've never seen a puke (well, yes, on another occasion that it will appear these pages) the caliber of the Pillar that day my son poured over their closest relatives, on a friendly maitre Catalan, and especially a hand-embroidered tablecloth. Was incredible. My mother cried a "oooo ..." of terror when the bottle that had swallowed the creature in mid-morning, took it upon himself to go to see the world. We were all stone, including the maitre d 'and, of course, guests who quenched his talks to observe the phenomenon. The good man tried to convince us to stay, that nothing happened, they changed the tablecloth and ready, but while saying this, I sniffed the stench of sour milk was beginning to emanate from my previously immaculate suit, and Pilar made me nod and told me to get out of there shotguns. I made up the excuse that we had to take the child to the emergency room because that puke was not normal, and left the restaurant, corridos, embarrassed, and hungry as hell. As we returned home by car (obviously could not go anywhere else), we entered the laughter, the giggles that you feel in the most pathetic. So Sergio's bastard Descojonado, as if he understood perfectly that he had bundled siding.
Needless to say, never returned to "La Fonda", either alone Pilar and I did not, of course, family. Every time we propose what we think it would have been very embarrassing to have that poor waiter greeted us by saying "Good morning. Have you recovered since our little human geyser? "
Except when we ate somewhere different, or when such an important date travel catches us, to coincide with a bridge above (in which case we managed to always travel with my in-laws), the custom was always the same in that Seafood: A trs Arrocito for people, a seafood house, and a couple of bottles of white wine, which were of death. While my father and I escanciábamos glasses, my mother and put us to Pariri Pilar, and told us with that critical eye over both awareness leads us to the occasional drunk, we had had enough. Once Sergio was already beginning to be greater, and even like the film, also repeated that day a custom which has also remained unchanged for many years: IMAX assistance Méndez Alvaro, with circular display astronomical dimensions and glasses to see films in three dimensions. On more than one occasion, and thanks to the speed and movie images that were projected onto the superscreens, we sense how Arrocito and danced a sardana seafood inside our stomachs. The feeling of watching a movie camera in place for a good while in the first bogie of a roller coaster ride is harder than real roller-coaster.
remember with particular fondness two days mentioned in our day of Pilar. One was barely five years ago or so. We finished eating at our favorite seafood restaurant, and decided not to go to IMAX, but the Caixa museum, located more or less near the restaurant. My father Pepe and I were walking our usual dot produced by the two bottles of wine that we had gotten under his belt. Our respective goose commented on how our appearance, we were doing and saying silly things, and Sergio, with eight or nine years Just turned, laughed like a saint from his father and grandfather, both affected by the damn alcohol. We were, walked about halfway to our destination, when the sky, which until then had worn a majestic blue and clear tone, suddenly began to darken, so badly that within a few seconds began to fall an impressive downpour. So we were convinced that we would make a gorgeous day that we had not even taken the precaution to get you an umbrella, just in case. The rain, torrential and with an impressive force, they completely destroyed the hairstyle to the two women, who had been hopeful to the hairdresser the day before. Pepe and I were completely stalled costumes that day we decided to sit down, without really knowing why, because we had always been casual. More or less fixed, but the sport after all.
I think I've ever seen so much water down a street like that ominous day. Pe3pe and I cleared all of a sudden, we forget our mild cogorza, and started a mad rush, grabbing Sergio half on wings, to search for some place to shelter. As expected, we had new shoes, with which the simple act of running became torture for all our feet. The open water way to the floor, where there was a splash more and more pronounced. To all this must be added that Sergio, despite the rain, it was literally peeing laughter that came to see his pathetic family flooded head to toe. Fate had willed that we walked down a street shops not only without, but not even with an eave or a tree savior. We had to run a long way to reach the porch of a school, where they make landfall for a count of destruction and casualties on our clothing. Women emitted "uuuuuuuu ..." of disgust and dismay, my father and I take off your socks and try to squeeze a bit dry, and Sergio good, thanks to the efforts of his grandfather and mine was the most graceful had gone out of downpour, laughing nonstop. That we are not the least daunted. After parts in a way we look, and once the damn cloud passed over, yes, we resume our journey to Cosmocaixa, where we spent a most enjoyable afternoon snoring admirably in the planetarium.
On another occasion, when Sergio had just one or two years, we took my in-laws to "inn", a magnificent Catalan restaurant located in Principe de Vergara, nowadays already closed, Pilar and I had discovered when we were dating. An elegant, sophisticated, and not too expensive, we had booked the table for five with one week in advance. We arrived at the restaurant
the edge of the two and four, the time that we had booked. On the way from home to the place of the celebration, which lasted only fifteen minutes, Sergio had taken to sleeping in the car. That I flake a bit, because Sergio awakenings were always violent, but in the end, did not give too much importance. When we parked the car, we got the chair because Sergio woke up without too eager to go, although I did, and as an adult. Enter "La Fonda", and from the door, a friendly maitre, scrupulously dressed, accompanied us up the table we had reserved. Sergio dozing. It sounded a soft background music, local temperature was ideal, not hear a fly by the guests ... The exclusive place impressed my in-laws, who knew him. The waiter took four cards away chairs, ladies and kindly asked us to sit. At that time, Sergio became literally a human geyser, which used to happen when he fell asleep in the car, as I mentioned earlier. I've never seen a puke (well, yes, on another occasion that it will appear these pages) the caliber of the Pillar that day my son poured over their closest relatives, on a friendly maitre Catalan, and especially a hand-embroidered tablecloth. Was incredible. My mother cried a "oooo ..." of terror when the bottle that had swallowed the creature in mid-morning, took it upon himself to go to see the world. We were all stone, including the maitre d 'and, of course, guests who quenched his talks to observe the phenomenon. The good man tried to convince us to stay, that nothing happened, they changed the tablecloth and ready, but while saying this, I sniffed the stench of sour milk was beginning to emanate from my previously immaculate suit, and Pilar made me nod and told me to get out of there shotguns. I made up the excuse that we had to take the child to the emergency room because that puke was not normal, and left the restaurant, corridos, embarrassed, and hungry as hell. As we returned home by car (obviously could not go anywhere else), we entered the laughter, the giggles that you feel in the most pathetic. So Sergio's bastard Descojonado, as if he understood perfectly that he had bundled siding.
Needless to say, never returned to "La Fonda", either alone Pilar and I did not, of course, family. Every time we propose what we think it would have been very embarrassing to have that poor waiter greeted us by saying "Good morning. Have you recovered since our little human geyser? "
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