After the hangover of lights, colors, flavors and smells that meant that Christmas of 1988, began in 1989, it should be. A year that was presented with a hectic work, both for Pilar and me. The advertising agency where she worked, in the heart of the colony of El Viso, fuming, and he undertook to reform and rehabilitate the company he worked for were becoming more numerous. A flurry of work that did not correspond to the staff assigned to it, that far from increasing, sometimes decreasing. Every time I adjudicated over works, and located in increasingly remote locations together. The poor red Peugeot 205 was increasingly overwhelmed, and I with him. Anecdotally
memory, connected precisely with the car, tell them I remember well the foul smell of snuff to beat us both Pilar and me, every time we got into the cockpit. In summer was not so serious the matter, because we had to force open the windows. And giving the crank, because by then there were no convenient buttons now. And why had to force open the windows?. Because my short budget did not allow for comfort, and because a car with air conditioning, if existed at that time was a luxury for the simple Curritos pockets like us. The fact is that, at that time, I and many of those who got in the car (except Pilar, of course) smoked like chimneys, and we used to fill the ashtrays, ashtrays (including power doors. I remember there were six or seven. Is it possible that there were even on the back of the front seats?. So I do not get there). Much of the Friends weekend hikers smoked, or was a real disaster, trying to relieve a base to buy different environments, each more tacky and not very durable. This happened in cars around the world, I think you go to mine was the only one. The curious thing is that now if I get in the car of someone who smokes inside, I feel sick almost instantly. It seems incredible how it has changed our ability to hold (do any of you would be able to put on now a trip Madrid-Cádiz, on a country road and several district, with the car full of packages, six people inside, no air conditioning, and having to stop every fifty miles to avoid breaking the fan belt?. Well, Pilar and I had done several times when we did not know yet, with our respective parents and other family. With a pair.
We saw little those early months of 89. The two had just so exhausted that many weekday afternoons preferred to go straight home to rest. The cold, rain and the air does not exactly make should stay. Our opportunity for compensation for having spent so little time together (excluding weekends, of course, that was entirely for us) came when he presented the Holy Week of that year. Pilar Both parents like mine made their plans, as it was sent, and some went to town, and the other to the beach. Both Pilar and I put the excuse of having to work on Saturday (which in my case it was true, but only for a couple of hours) and we stayed in Madrid, with all the house of Pilar and mine for us, because my brothers had gone with my parents.
were four days of dreams. In a fairly small scale, we had the opportunity to meet, in a superficial way, but reliable, quality was going to have our future coexistence. We were so comfortable lying to pin the flat, not even we set out to nowhere. On Saturday afternoon, a little something to loosen the muscles, we made a superhuman effort, and pulling forces "openness", says a friend of mine (for those who want to know how it really says is "his courage" ), we took the car and headed to Chinchón, although was only to have something to tell that again on Sunday.
Chinchón remember that afternoon as one of the most disgusting of all our lives. The shit (when Pilar said, "I have shit", referring to a lethal mix of sleep, fatigue, boredom and laziness in general. Manifested by yawning, stretching arms and legs, and in its acute phase, through dreams cast in the most unexpected places and at the most inopportune) that we invaded, had to join the tremendous heat that day made more aplatanado if possible by the rainfall during the previous day. To make matters worse, Chinchón was full of people, who had spent all day watching and waiting processions. "We had a help to find a spot at an inn on the main square for dinner a scrawny thorn of tortilla and a Calamari, which we nailed like nobody ever had.
After a couple of hours of walking, yawning, to contain shoving, and buy the odd souvenir bullshit, Pilar and I looked into his eyes, and decided, without saying anything, which was fine, for we had already had our trip, and that it was time to go home. The rest of the week as we finish doing just what we did before our departure to Chinchón: show Roman compulsively films that have marked in the course of our life, year after year, without fainting or rest. Quo Vadis, The Robe (the tone for the more irreverent salt), King of Kings, Ben Hur (the good, the Charlton Heston several years he was placed in a cinema in the Gran Via or Fuencarral not remember, with a poster of several thousand square meters) and The Ten Commandments, a film that I have never understood what he was painting there, because its action was developed several thousand years before what was supposed to remember at Easter.
Pilar and I swallow all these films, suitably dressed with the corresponding plates of fries, Panchito, hooks and other delicatessen conveniently irrigated with a mixture of red wine and coca-cola (Ripple).
When they finished the four-day holiday, both Pilar and I were convinced we would not have no problem living together. We almost came to bother having to receive the relatives back home. On Monday and Tuesday we seeing, although it was not our custom to keep the good feeling that we had during the party itself. We had photos, we had not gone, we had not gone to dinner at any landmark, we had not seen anything new, nor even the street, but we had a great time. The two discovered during those happy days, and has remained so over the many years we have shared together, we never need anything but each other. We have enjoyed outings, travel, friends and family, but when the circumstances have led us, or we forced to take us to spend a period of more or less short time the two of us, not only we have not imported at all, but we have learned to enjoy it as few people know how. Of course there has been friction, long faces and bad feelings, but luckily have lasted far less than the happiness I have always felt with each the other. We traveled both alone and then with Sergio, the three solos. We enjoyed both of these trips as we have done with family and friends. In all we counted the days until its completion, with sadness in thinking back to work, the neighborhood, the routine goes. We have never had to end an early stage, out of boredom or nostalgia than usual. Quite the contrary. And if we're not out, as on this occasion I have told you today, we have enjoyed as kids. The key?. Have each other, simply.
memory, connected precisely with the car, tell them I remember well the foul smell of snuff to beat us both Pilar and me, every time we got into the cockpit. In summer was not so serious the matter, because we had to force open the windows. And giving the crank, because by then there were no convenient buttons now. And why had to force open the windows?. Because my short budget did not allow for comfort, and because a car with air conditioning, if existed at that time was a luxury for the simple Curritos pockets like us. The fact is that, at that time, I and many of those who got in the car (except Pilar, of course) smoked like chimneys, and we used to fill the ashtrays, ashtrays (including power doors. I remember there were six or seven. Is it possible that there were even on the back of the front seats?. So I do not get there). Much of the Friends weekend hikers smoked, or was a real disaster, trying to relieve a base to buy different environments, each more tacky and not very durable. This happened in cars around the world, I think you go to mine was the only one. The curious thing is that now if I get in the car of someone who smokes inside, I feel sick almost instantly. It seems incredible how it has changed our ability to hold (do any of you would be able to put on now a trip Madrid-Cádiz, on a country road and several district, with the car full of packages, six people inside, no air conditioning, and having to stop every fifty miles to avoid breaking the fan belt?. Well, Pilar and I had done several times when we did not know yet, with our respective parents and other family. With a pair.
We saw little those early months of 89. The two had just so exhausted that many weekday afternoons preferred to go straight home to rest. The cold, rain and the air does not exactly make should stay. Our opportunity for compensation for having spent so little time together (excluding weekends, of course, that was entirely for us) came when he presented the Holy Week of that year. Pilar Both parents like mine made their plans, as it was sent, and some went to town, and the other to the beach. Both Pilar and I put the excuse of having to work on Saturday (which in my case it was true, but only for a couple of hours) and we stayed in Madrid, with all the house of Pilar and mine for us, because my brothers had gone with my parents.
were four days of dreams. In a fairly small scale, we had the opportunity to meet, in a superficial way, but reliable, quality was going to have our future coexistence. We were so comfortable lying to pin the flat, not even we set out to nowhere. On Saturday afternoon, a little something to loosen the muscles, we made a superhuman effort, and pulling forces "openness", says a friend of mine (for those who want to know how it really says is "his courage" ), we took the car and headed to Chinchón, although was only to have something to tell that again on Sunday.
Chinchón remember that afternoon as one of the most disgusting of all our lives. The shit (when Pilar said, "I have shit", referring to a lethal mix of sleep, fatigue, boredom and laziness in general. Manifested by yawning, stretching arms and legs, and in its acute phase, through dreams cast in the most unexpected places and at the most inopportune) that we invaded, had to join the tremendous heat that day made more aplatanado if possible by the rainfall during the previous day. To make matters worse, Chinchón was full of people, who had spent all day watching and waiting processions. "We had a help to find a spot at an inn on the main square for dinner a scrawny thorn of tortilla and a Calamari, which we nailed like nobody ever had.
After a couple of hours of walking, yawning, to contain shoving, and buy the odd souvenir bullshit, Pilar and I looked into his eyes, and decided, without saying anything, which was fine, for we had already had our trip, and that it was time to go home. The rest of the week as we finish doing just what we did before our departure to Chinchón: show Roman compulsively films that have marked in the course of our life, year after year, without fainting or rest. Quo Vadis, The Robe (the tone for the more irreverent salt), King of Kings, Ben Hur (the good, the Charlton Heston several years he was placed in a cinema in the Gran Via or Fuencarral not remember, with a poster of several thousand square meters) and The Ten Commandments, a film that I have never understood what he was painting there, because its action was developed several thousand years before what was supposed to remember at Easter.
Pilar and I swallow all these films, suitably dressed with the corresponding plates of fries, Panchito, hooks and other delicatessen conveniently irrigated with a mixture of red wine and coca-cola (Ripple).
When they finished the four-day holiday, both Pilar and I were convinced we would not have no problem living together. We almost came to bother having to receive the relatives back home. On Monday and Tuesday we seeing, although it was not our custom to keep the good feeling that we had during the party itself. We had photos, we had not gone, we had not gone to dinner at any landmark, we had not seen anything new, nor even the street, but we had a great time. The two discovered during those happy days, and has remained so over the many years we have shared together, we never need anything but each other. We have enjoyed outings, travel, friends and family, but when the circumstances have led us, or we forced to take us to spend a period of more or less short time the two of us, not only we have not imported at all, but we have learned to enjoy it as few people know how. Of course there has been friction, long faces and bad feelings, but luckily have lasted far less than the happiness I have always felt with each the other. We traveled both alone and then with Sergio, the three solos. We enjoyed both of these trips as we have done with family and friends. In all we counted the days until its completion, with sadness in thinking back to work, the neighborhood, the routine goes. We have never had to end an early stage, out of boredom or nostalgia than usual. Quite the contrary. And if we're not out, as on this occasion I have told you today, we have enjoyed as kids. The key?. Have each other, simply.
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