Mt had been a month and it was finally raining like Manchester, my Spanish friend turned round and proudly said "its raining cats and dogs" she was the first morning person id met who made me look like a morning monster, but who could blame her she had been physically healed this week from Tendenitis which ment she lived in pain and could walk very far for the last 3 years and her brother ad just brought her 8 year old daughter to visit. Still a little coffee and i'm sure id be back on her level.
It was wedenesday, the half day the world was my oyster, well I would have my head in the books and when i had finished i would have them in the spanish dictionary my mp3 Spanish course or speaking to any spaniard i could find, a week today i would be sat opposite my dad, my natural spanish father whose english was about as good as my ability to use full stops. It had been nearly eight years since i had last seen him and that was in manchester with the company of my mum who was fluent in spanish.
I had walked away from the payphone 3 times before finally plucking up the courage to make the call and as i sat yesterday i thougt beyond the language barrier to the fact that he was a 48 year old man with spanish culture a wife and 3 kids, beyond how we would communicate i wondered what on earth we would talk about.
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I think you'll have to make an effort to learn about La Liga and the failures of Real Madrid this season :P
Say something like, the era of Los Galacticos is truly over and Capello needs to sign some hard working players and decent defenders.
Other than that, I don't know what else you could say - I guess lives diverge over time. I really hope it goes well for you Ms Marr :)
Juan x
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