I had a café con leche with Joan while waiting for her and honestly I expected someone different that the woman who I met a few moments later. For some reason, I thought she would be short, mid 40s but showing it,maybe a bit frumpy or completely serious-you know the professor sort. She ended up being an older version of this:
Yes, that is Natalie Imbruglia. That is exactly the person who came to mind when i saw her. She was tall, looked quite good for her age of 42 and entered into the coffee shop like she owned the joint. Joan left and we made our way to her office. Her English was okay, she could say complete sentences, understood what I said etc. We talked a bit and I found out a few things about Ms.Rosa. She goes to a Yoga class at 7 a.m. every morning. She is a professor of Public Relations (my major) and she wanted to learn English so that she could (potentially) get this job where she would travel to different countries and English would be a necessity. So basically, I need to do a really good job.
In other matters, I took the bus back from Girona to Lloret and it wasn't so bad. The 20 minute walk was killer though. To many mini, futbol playing,ball bouncing 10 year olds exiting their hotels at the exact time I am walking uphill to my flat so I end up being pushed into the bushes and waiting unable to pass until about 50 of them walk past. I didn't even try to open the door, I just rang the neighbors and after a minute they were able to get the damned thing open. There really was no point since I am incapable of this daunting task and they were just going to hear me struggling and come to my rescue anyway. Might as well save the time, right?
C.M.
0 comments:
Post a Comment