D-Day at Portland

My God, what amazing nights! If this goes on for long I won't be surprised if Mike -the owner of Portland Ale House- decides to begin a political career to become Mayor of Valencia. He will call the shots in this town, guys... All in due time. But, let's start from the beginning. From Tuesday. There were seven of us: Lourdes, two friends of hers, Sara, Majo, me and a very special guest: Celine, my dear English teacher. Although it's also an English night, on Tuesday Portland is a more peaceful place than on Wednesday. You can talk to people without shouting and, if you pay attention, you can also listen to the music spread in the air. We were talking about a lot of subjects but, as always, I booked my five minutes of fame when I talked about my sexual problem. (Well, is not a problem... I mean... It doesn't really matter, you know... But the fact is this: each time I start getting excited I always sneeze. That was a problem when I was young because I thought it was a divine sign that was encouraging me to stop doing what I had on my hands. When I grew up, two or three years ago, I asked Google for help and I finally found out that a lot of people have this same, genetical "problem". When my body gets an important sexual stimulation and I try to respond to it, my brain confuses de signal and makes me sneeze once or twice. It's not a problem, for sure... So... OK... Let's turn over a new leaf.) The night was beautiful, as befits a night when you're sorrounded by beatiful women. I was talking mainly to Sara and Majo, always in English, of course, except when we started talking about the monarchy and our sentences needed all their power and fluency. But even Sara wanted to speak in English. At the end of the night we all were pleased and also one of Lourdes' friend told us that she had felt, for the first time after a long time, herself and not somebody's mother. I came back with Celine, although I have to say that she was who really came back with me because she had a bike and decided not to ride it. I showed her the main sites through which passes my daily life, she talked to me me about her handsome and naughty son, and we had a very pleasant homecoming. One night. One morning. The second day: Wednesday. Alex warned us: "Tonight I'm going to give everything" and we all were sure about that. Portland was having an important lack of American and British people but yesterday we turned a corner. Suddenly, in a blink of an eye, a thousand of American student troops turned up, showed up, dropped in... And all the phrasal verbs you can find to express this reality: yesterday at Portland there was a real landing, a real D-Day on our shores. We met Nicole, an amazing girl from Iowa, who could have perfectly commanded the operation according to her fantastic, astonishing skills. Then we met Steven and his pals, and even Nicole's boyfriend, a powerful wrestler man who, eventually, was defeated only with a piercing gaze of Nicole. It was really a fabulous night with Andrea, Jose, Israel, Alex and our new Spanish friends: Victor, Javi and Javi... Portland's last, but not least, pair of three.