From summer 1989 to summer 1990 is a kind of emptiness in my memory. I remember that things ran their course, that our relationship worked like a charm, which at that time I was leaving the skin in another different company earning less money but much quieter, I was doing some apartment buildings and some houses in sector 1 of Leganés, and that by then we were lucky to meet a real beautiful person, a surveyor who had the technical direction of the work in which I was, and named David Muñoz. Great person, great professional, and above all a person with a charming character, conciliatory, tolerant and great kindness. What at first was merely an employment relationship, became over time a deep friendship, both Pilar and I had the honor to keep up with David, with his wife, Ana, and Ana's cousin, Ruby, living with them. A very special relationship of friendship and affection. Since 1991, when I went back to change a company for homes in Aranjuez, started dating regularly with them, the truth is that we always kept a very pleasant. Talk about that relationship when the time comes, because at that time I met him, but the friendship came later.
I think it was a weekend of fall of 89, or maybe 90, when Pilar and I tie the blanket to the head, bought a couple of bottles of French champagne (Veuve Clicquot, or something. That of the orange label. I can not forget in my entire life), a delicatessen (quiches, canapés design and pastries), and we got a trip to the heart of the Sierra de Gredos, none other than the hostel. I remember Angel Boyo, a fellow surveyor David in the works of Leganés, who apparently knew the area well, and started to give me pamphlets explaining how to reach different peaks of such a prestigious place. I let them talk for a while, but as I saw that it was excited, probably thinking that instead of a weekend, I went to the Sierra de Gredos for a year, I had no choice but to put you in a hand of friendship in shoulder, and say "Look, Angel, do not bother, I'm a couple of days, and not even think out of the Parador." "Not even going to see the peak of nosequé?." "Well, if we have time, maybe. We'll see. " The truth is that the day we arrived we took a walk in the evening, no more than five hundred meters around the Parador, and immerse ourselves fully in the charm of a building, one of the few I've seen, in the the entrance and reception is the highest area of \u200b\u200bthe site. To access the rooms had to go down the elevator, do not rise, because the Parador, the first to be built in Spain (the first was built as a Parador, because the chain has adapted almost always much older buildings, as castles, hospitals, etc.). After Ride, Pilar and I snails for about an hour through the halls and large rooms, then we got into the room, and we held half Tona with the champagne that we lasted until the next day. One of the best weekends we spent together.
I've never seen Pilar impaired by alcohol, but it is true that, as he drank a little more, you put some rouge tremendous, "he went up the turkey," as she said, and laughter began to drop and non-stop jokes to the point where sometimes laugh so much, I started to cough. His eyes shone a lot, and spoke like humming. Hence no happened. Reached a point, unlike most people, which was joyful, but always monitor the situation. In my case it was not. Sometimes (the few times we've drunk, that in twenty years will have been three or four) I spent a little, and she scolded me. When he looked at me with piercing eyes and say "enough is enough, right?" Threw me was shaking and temptations of squares and military-style salute. On that occasion the two drank together, locked in a hotel room, in a privileged environment, and we were the happiest couple in the world. The room next door had to complain, because we got a knock on the door. After the delicatessen conveniently watered eat, we laugh the same, but muted. The next day we woke up late, with some but very bearable hangover breakfast like beasts, and know a little what the environment gave us a tour of the Sierra de Gredos before returning to Madrid.
Christmas passed very similarly to the previous year. At that time, the main parties each spent at home, and only stayed on Christmas morning, Christmas Eve and New Year's Eve New Year's week apart, of course, the usual trips to purchase center gifts for the whole family, eat a bacalaitos or croquettes Home Labra, and sometimes enter the Imperial Cinema to see a film of Walt Disney, for that to maintain a tradition of which we had both enjoyed our childhood. The family was well, my father had thinned much to the fright he had given the heart earlier this year, and all was very normal. Alternated recovered our outings with friends of mine and his (Juan Antonio and Maise, Maricarmen and Emilio, Montse, Javier, Luis and Felipe, etc), and mostly spent much time alone. The fact let me work in Leganés crippled every day, especially since he came home to so many, and even some weekdays did for ourselves, the fact is that the highlight came the end of the week.
During that year, just before spending the weekend at the Parador de Gredos, I had no choice but to change my crushed red Peugeot 205 lifetime for a brand new Fiat Tempra, much larger and elegant, but still no air conditioning, no power windows, and without all the crap we've grown accustomed over the years. It helped me decide that one day, going to work in Leganes, I heard a tremendous noise came from the engine. I was lying, and take it to the workshop, told me that he had broken a rod. A breakdown large enough, it took almost a week to repair. The Fiat Tempra was on offer, and after teaching Pilar few catalogs that left her dazed, I bought from a dealer in Alcorcón. I remember the smell of new I had, which lasted a couple of weeks, and Pilar me banned smoking inside. What little smoke, because my father was in the midst of anti-smoking campaign with the whole family, and little by little we are quitting all. The fact is that I embarked on the car without spending a penny, because the new company earned less than he had been before. We did not care. We were still happier than worms.
always been so, other side.
I think it was a weekend of fall of 89, or maybe 90, when Pilar and I tie the blanket to the head, bought a couple of bottles of French champagne (Veuve Clicquot, or something. That of the orange label. I can not forget in my entire life), a delicatessen (quiches, canapés design and pastries), and we got a trip to the heart of the Sierra de Gredos, none other than the hostel. I remember Angel Boyo, a fellow surveyor David in the works of Leganés, who apparently knew the area well, and started to give me pamphlets explaining how to reach different peaks of such a prestigious place. I let them talk for a while, but as I saw that it was excited, probably thinking that instead of a weekend, I went to the Sierra de Gredos for a year, I had no choice but to put you in a hand of friendship in shoulder, and say "Look, Angel, do not bother, I'm a couple of days, and not even think out of the Parador." "Not even going to see the peak of nosequé?." "Well, if we have time, maybe. We'll see. " The truth is that the day we arrived we took a walk in the evening, no more than five hundred meters around the Parador, and immerse ourselves fully in the charm of a building, one of the few I've seen, in the the entrance and reception is the highest area of \u200b\u200bthe site. To access the rooms had to go down the elevator, do not rise, because the Parador, the first to be built in Spain (the first was built as a Parador, because the chain has adapted almost always much older buildings, as castles, hospitals, etc.). After Ride, Pilar and I snails for about an hour through the halls and large rooms, then we got into the room, and we held half Tona with the champagne that we lasted until the next day. One of the best weekends we spent together.
I've never seen Pilar impaired by alcohol, but it is true that, as he drank a little more, you put some rouge tremendous, "he went up the turkey," as she said, and laughter began to drop and non-stop jokes to the point where sometimes laugh so much, I started to cough. His eyes shone a lot, and spoke like humming. Hence no happened. Reached a point, unlike most people, which was joyful, but always monitor the situation. In my case it was not. Sometimes (the few times we've drunk, that in twenty years will have been three or four) I spent a little, and she scolded me. When he looked at me with piercing eyes and say "enough is enough, right?" Threw me was shaking and temptations of squares and military-style salute. On that occasion the two drank together, locked in a hotel room, in a privileged environment, and we were the happiest couple in the world. The room next door had to complain, because we got a knock on the door. After the delicatessen conveniently watered eat, we laugh the same, but muted. The next day we woke up late, with some but very bearable hangover breakfast like beasts, and know a little what the environment gave us a tour of the Sierra de Gredos before returning to Madrid.
Christmas passed very similarly to the previous year. At that time, the main parties each spent at home, and only stayed on Christmas morning, Christmas Eve and New Year's Eve New Year's week apart, of course, the usual trips to purchase center gifts for the whole family, eat a bacalaitos or croquettes Home Labra, and sometimes enter the Imperial Cinema to see a film of Walt Disney, for that to maintain a tradition of which we had both enjoyed our childhood. The family was well, my father had thinned much to the fright he had given the heart earlier this year, and all was very normal. Alternated recovered our outings with friends of mine and his (Juan Antonio and Maise, Maricarmen and Emilio, Montse, Javier, Luis and Felipe, etc), and mostly spent much time alone. The fact let me work in Leganés crippled every day, especially since he came home to so many, and even some weekdays did for ourselves, the fact is that the highlight came the end of the week.
During that year, just before spending the weekend at the Parador de Gredos, I had no choice but to change my crushed red Peugeot 205 lifetime for a brand new Fiat Tempra, much larger and elegant, but still no air conditioning, no power windows, and without all the crap we've grown accustomed over the years. It helped me decide that one day, going to work in Leganes, I heard a tremendous noise came from the engine. I was lying, and take it to the workshop, told me that he had broken a rod. A breakdown large enough, it took almost a week to repair. The Fiat Tempra was on offer, and after teaching Pilar few catalogs that left her dazed, I bought from a dealer in Alcorcón. I remember the smell of new I had, which lasted a couple of weeks, and Pilar me banned smoking inside. What little smoke, because my father was in the midst of anti-smoking campaign with the whole family, and little by little we are quitting all. The fact is that I embarked on the car without spending a penny, because the new company earned less than he had been before. We did not care. We were still happier than worms.
always been so, other side.
