Summery nights

We didn't go to see any movie in the end. Instead of that, my classmates and I went to a bar and we talked about life, love and loath for long. We were almost all the people in the class and even others join us: the American friend of Juanjo or the Spanish friend of Céline. It was a beautiful summery afternoon. The rutine of going to the English course is finishing and it's time to celebrate being together all the hours we have been together during this months. It was amazing to have had such great classmates and now I'm sure there's no better way to make good friend than practising a language. At the bar we were talking about a lot of topics but, above all, we took advantage of the American girl and went through the differences between British and American language, between British and American people. I found out how dangerous is to use English idioms and how much you have to take care of it when you decide to use them. "It's raining cats and dogs?", no please, that's an old-fashioned one. "Are you having me one?", no please, only if you are pulling a British leg. As soon as night fell we started singing songs of Disney, Grease, The sound of music... Hits never to be forgotten. It was a pity that Céline, our teacher, left us just before the show began but we'll try to repeat it in our plannified Sunday Quiz at Portland. It was a very busy week. On Friday Alex and me went to the Food and Wine Exposition at the Turia river... Again. Last Wednesday we went with Lourdes and a friend of hers and we ate some tapas and drink some wine in a friendly and sober atmosphere. Nothing, really nothing to do with Friday night. But I must shut up in this moment and encourage my friend to write about it. His adventure, unfortunately, lasted more and ended up further and worse than mine.