Out of the circles

Marina was right: Salamanca Street is a street, not an avenue. But, who decides what is what? And on the basis of what? The length? The importance? The tradition? Salamanca Street is a street and it will remain being it for a very long time, but there's no more reason than the pure reality. Marina and me met up at Portland's at 9 pm. Next week we'll have our speaking exam and I thought that this bridge would be a good chance to practice together in a warm and confortable place. In the beginning she was a little nervous, a little dislodged because of me (despite of being classmates, she told me I wasn`t in her ordinary social circle) an because she would have never figured out that there could be a piece of the UK inside Valencia where people only speak in English. However, after making a couple of exercices and drink a half pint, she felt more confident, less extrange. On the TV Manchester City and Manchester United were disputing the most important match of their history and, at the same time, Marina was making an amazing speech about "Stereotypes". Then, after my speech about "Fame" we finally decided to forget our papers and chronometers and we talked and talked for a long time about loads of subjects, including her devastating trip to Middlesbrough and our common liking for musicals. At 22 pm we went to Peggy Sue's, the American restaurant close to Portland's. I stuffed myself there with a big, incredible feast made of cheese salad, fries, chicken sticks, hamburger and a delicious cheesecake with blackberry ice cream. I ate like a pig and Marina, instead of ordering food, had fun ordering songs in a little jukebox next to our table. We were there, alternating English and Spanish, until the restaurant was closed and then we came back to Portland until the pub was closed. It was an amazing and very productive night at Salamanca Street, since today a street that is much more avenue than yesterday thanks to her.