How bad is the summer for the blog! With this heat no one can stop at home (especially in mine, no air conditioning) and I can not write as much as I wish.
But the third wedding of the year, and more international, I can not stop talking.
I have been married José Manuel and Elena. Jose is my oldest friend, not age, but years of friendship. The guy was holding me since I was 10 years old.
The hours we spent together playing for Tente and Playmobil and drawing and spot films and books and I spellbound listening because then the couple of years I was a world removed. And the holiday months of camping with our families hoping to find a swimming pool ... And the years yendo together at the Conservatory and skipping classes ... And the first flirts with girls, who were friends of his sister ... And the first loves, heartbreaks, plans, doubts, illusions ...
as simple as having to share everything that has happened in our lives for twenty years, that if you stop to remember ...
What nonsense, I have become nostalgic ...
Well, the fact is that Jose had the great fortune to meet Helen who came to study in Granada. And as for their work (he architect, her translator) prospects were better in Italy because there they left, they have lived three years in a town near Modena and had to Alberto, the English-Italian more dwarf, handsome and hot in the world. CHTML