Back when others leave, is priceless. I've seen the deductions in the N-VI from the other side and it took me less than two hours in transit. Nothing comparable to the four hours it took us to my father 4L.
Here I am back, after a week of searching for lost roots. I read at home, I heard all the music you wanted and have regained contact childhood friends who grew more than 20 years have not seen.
Skip call this week at my grandparents house has sparked many memories. The first few days I found myself remembering words like "SOBRAO," "quadroon," "sunshine ".... No shortage of toasted pine nuts gave me my grandmother's neighbors, ueno, the two that remain, and much older but completely lucid and dynamic. It was they who forced me to go for a ride to the cemetery on Sunday morning to remind me of my maternal family tree.
The town still has two grocery tiends and one bar (no many entertainment options) for which I spent the Saturday morning, beating my proverbial shyness. The truth is that I surprised myself because l to bar entrance was epic. Swing doors just missed the far west style, because once I passed the threshold, all bystanders were turned to look me up and down. I could almost read their minds: "What is lost here the stranger will it?".
Luckily, my cousin was there, just that is my age and with the best relationship I ever had. He was very changed, seeming much older in which has, with his huge hulk and calloused hands of farmers. Quickly recognized me and called me to voices from the bottom of the bar. I've never more pleased to see a familiar face. There were also two other members of the gang that got together in the summer. Despite the time elapsed, it was easy to recognize. Together we had a good time and I was glad to see they remembered most of our little adventures, especially the battles and castles were built with the bullets removed paja.Me colors to remind some of my blunders of boy city \u200b\u200bin the village and had no choice but to accept their invitations to lunch and dinner.
Otherwise, I got up early to go running through the pinelands, I repeated the excursionists to the source of the picnic, I bought the white bread the next town, I ate the best lamb in the world and have come to the evening apse through the empty streets lit by yellow bulbs, for which only heard the sound of the fountains and the distant echo of a TV.
I was also excited to open the chest in the courtyard and find some of my childhood toys: tennis rackets, an electric train, the suction gun. Lueo, in closets, I found letters from my grandparents, my uncles and my mother's letters to my grandparents, especially the first Once moved to Madrid. I tender the formulas are typical of the times ("I rejoice that, upon receipt of this, they are both well," his daughter that he wants to .."), and the tips of my grandparents on my mother the "big city." In these lines are names like ghosts, translucent creatures who only live and in my memories, which are borrowed from the conversations of my uncles. No shortage of photos, including the first to send my mother to her parents when my father and she were dating formal. There are two, with the bottom Cibeles, perched on a scooter that would delight any fan of Quadrophenia mod ....
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