pile I have in memory trips Pilar and I did at that time. Although I was earning far less than the previous company, we have the luxury at 90 in summer set ourselves a way out of Palma de Mallorca, around October or November 1st four-day trip to Marrakesh, and so many outlets week.
We loved to travel both. I think this is something that has been largely demonstrated in this blog. I tried to get up to Pilar, who had traveled throughout his life infinitely more than me.
Pilar had an ease sometimes irritating to make a bag or suitcase as he was accustomed to it. When I saw myself putting smelly sneakers next to the pajamas, without protecting them even with a bag, I threw a deep look, and say "Can you tell us what are you doing?". I missed to shake, and put me completely in your hands. Stoically endured the storm of comments like "but what a mess you", "it seems incredible that you're so clever," is you have to see that Adam, my God, " and other niceties that it was worth enduring for the final result, which consisted of a bag or suitcase perfectly ordered.
is difficult to explain the joy I felt while organizing a trip Pilar. I completely put their hands on the recruitment, booking, organizing flights, hotels and transfers from one side to another. I have sometimes thought that she enjoyed more with the logistics of travel with its content. We had perfectly organized. She sent from home to destination, was responsible for airline tickets, hotels bonds and everything else. Once at the destination, it was me who fell in action. I got my plane or my guide travel, and visit the place, intending to visit as many things as possible. Pilar which was then relaxed and allowed to carry, secure forever (that's something we acquire force output) that, taking a plane, however miserable outside, we never were going to lose anywhere.
funny thing is that we were always perfectly sure of each other. Nor I was involved in the goings-Pilar with agencies, or she got into my field at the time of preparing the route. Fully trusted each other. When something went wrong, it was always gratifying to be able to blame anyone specific. "But Pilar, if you are not given boarding passes" or "Okay, Felix, is now the Rodin Museum is closed." We threw our stuff for a while, and then kept on as if nothing had happened, never allowing a minor setback we make a dent for over a minute. Would have to dig very deep memory to remember a negative moment while traveling. It is also true that both Pilar as I always tended to run a veil (a stupid veil, she said) about any negative aspects of both travel and any other situation in our life, and that always helped us not only to enjoy what we were doing, but wish with all our desire to repeat it.
The trip to Mallorca was a before and after our departure. It was the first time we rented a car, which gave us the opportunity to tour the island in its entirety. We considered four days of sightseeing, and three break and enjoy the hotel and the beach close to it. We had time to go Valldemossa, Inca, Palma de Mallorca, Formentor, the Calobra, Manacor and the wonderful beach of Es Trenc, for our taste the best we had seen in our lives, with pines to four meters of water and sand white.
as dwarfs in Valldemossa enjoy the environment created around the adventure that Chopin lived in his famous Charterhouse. It is certainly curious that the concert gave us an elegant piano student, who played like angels. While he was dressed in his suit and tie, listeners in the banks we were distributing our bathing suits and our flip flops, and some even with the torso in the air or, even worse, with that inevitable Celadon shirt knotted at the height of navel. The young man did not care at all public quality listening. I played for him, and closed his eyes to feel more deeply the immortal composer's music.
I've always been amused, and so I mentioned it to Pilar, a desire to put you in all places of Mallorca to sell the book "A Winter in Mallorca", written by George Sand, who recalls his stay in Valldemossa with her lover, the same Chopin. And it's funny because in the book is shipped to taste Sand from Majorca to which one believes (and surely were) hillbillies, ancient, closed, sanctimonious and uncompromising with a woman he considered little more than a whore, the fact of living with her lover and two children from a previous marriage. Never mind that Sand set to give birth to Mallorca. They will continue to offer the book with a smile.
the third day in Mallorca remains in my memory as if it happened yesterday. After eating at a restaurant Inca near, we went to Deia, charming town that many artists have chosen to live. We loved to the point of deciding to buy a house there. It was the first of thousands of the same decisions we make many times, each time we visited a place that impressed us with its beauty. We did the same in Trastevere, in Marrakesh, in London, in Carcassonne, in Munich in Rotenburg, and all the people that runs along the Loire. A decision that illusion for a while until we traveled to the next place, and we changed their minds.
After Dei, we set out to Calobra, a hellish road for the world famous by her curves. Well, folks, I can promise and promise, that Pilar was asleep in the car, despite the rough road. It was incredible. Occasionally he looked at her, and she hung from the belt, sleeping like a log, without knowing or curves or bumps. We bathed in the Calobra, and then went to Manacor. I remember vividly that Pilar was wearing a short white pants and a blue blouse she had, relatively speaking, as a baby of which placed us in school when we were kids. Do not know what happened to Pilar that afternoon, if it was bleeding effect that we had taken at noon, or night's sleep that had thrown the Calobra way, but the fact is he was out of control. He laughed about everything, put the program we were given the inevitable cultured pearl factory speaker mode, and burst suddenly a "Tururú Tururú" which made the tourists looking him, he began to dance on top of a fence post ... Her hair was as always when he had spent more than three days in a wet area, curled and abundant, like a child. The fact is that we are being silly for the whole afternoon, especially her, and we had a great time. We bought a pair of crystal figurines, a pearl for mothers ... typical, but with a touch of hooliganism rarely saw him again. It did not seem it, but I went into a bomb.
I've only seen him on another occasion a similar approach, very similar, not from her, but our son. Occurred after the food of his first communion. Sergio, as serious as it ever was, suddenly started to do geese, without stopping, happy, laughing and making splitting break out laughing the whole family, grandparents, uncles and cousins \u200b\u200bincluded, with a repertoire that surely deserves a future entry in this blog. At that time, I could not help thinking of that famous afternoon in Palma de Mallorca. Sergio was the alter ego of that exact Pilar could not stop laughing.
Blood of his blood, no doubt.
