Summing-up

I'll have my CAE exam on Wednesday. I'm sure I won't find it so easy as I found the FCE exam last December but I'm reasonbly confident... Perhaps not about my success in it, but about the hard work I've done since then. Ask my friends: they will all tell you that I'm living my life in English. And, what is more important, that I'm enjoying it. Studying English is like a very long holiday, doing the same kind of stuff you would do on a daily basis but all in a different language. It's hard at the beginning but you get used to it very quickly: you start understanding the movies, the books, the people... And, at a certain point, you're even able to forget that you're not using your mother tongue. The words disappear from your mind and they turn into feelings without letters, without grammar, an that's a really rewarding moment. Suddenly, you realize that all the effort you've made truly worth it. In my case there's also an extra point: the study of the English language has given me the opportunity of meeting a lot of people and places, and I'm sure it'll be a priceless gift for the future as it has been for the present. Next month I will go to the UK for a ten-day journey and I'll visit the British Museum, Trafalgar Square, the Big Ben and, above all, The Sherlock Holmes Museum at 221b Baker Street. When I turned 30 I said to myself that this was going to be my best decade and I'm stuck to it. To take a case in point, this week I'll have three amazing events: Portland's farewell party on Wednesday, Robi's House warming party on Thursday and a multi-birthday party (included mine) on Friday or Saturday. It's going to be taugh, without question, but fun as well. I'll be bound. 

Portlanders

Every moment at Portland Ale House tends to be a classical moment. Every word, every gesture turns out to be a part of our little history. There isnt'n anything obvious there, anything worthless but the outside. And yesterday even the outside was plenty of things to say. Those students from Iowa have made the miracle: the beer, the meal and the laughs were filling the bar since very early. We met Teylor, a 20 year old cheerleader. I was talking to her for 15 minutes but then I started to feel really breathless... Neither because of her 20s, nor because of her cheerleaderness, but because of a lack of oxygen. I was sat in an inside corner and the air was not running around the place and scarcely filling my lungs. I had to go away, leave the cheerleader and sit in the corridor in order not to suffocate. From that moment on I was silent, looking at the interview my friends were doing to the girl. I've seen that scene a lot of times on the TV: a warm night in the savannah and a succulent prey being sorrounded by a pack of hungry predators. Once I was recovered, I decided to move in to milder latitudes. I sat with Sara, Majo, Alex and a couple from Iowa: a self-called dork girl and her very talkative parner. We had a very good time there, and it even improved when Elena and Guillermo dropped by. There were a lot of interesting conversations, laughs and promises. Guillermo didn't want to give me a birthday kiss and Elena gave me one extra because I said that a girl called Elena was the reason of the more legendary war the world has ever known. We discovered that the "petit mort" was the cigarrette moment, that sometimes sleeping is not that bad when sex is not possible or advisable, and also that thumbs has misterious erotic powers only known by Elena. Mike must be very happy with the success of his bar, by all means, and we share that happiness thoroughly because good things should last and never end. Portlanders forever!

32

Yesterday was my 32th birthday but I'm the kind of guy who doesn't like  these special days. I love common days, ordinary days with all their ordinary things, people and behaviours. Nothing more than the costum, nothing more than the expected. I don't even like being the sharp focus, unless I have really deserved it. These are the reasons that explain why I don't like celebrating the day I was born. In any case, the congratulations should have been adressed to my mom, who did all the work that 4th of June 1980. Well, having said that, I can't complain about my birthday. I've received a lot of affection since the very first hour of the day and I appreciate that coming from such great friends. Now, back to normality, back to the basics, with my mango frappuccino, my laptop and my eyeglass cleaning tissues piggyback, I must thank you all again: You're the best, guys! You're the best boost to keep on counting years. 

Can we get together again

It'll be hard to get all together again. Almost everybody is leaving and we don't really know whether life will join us or not as it used to do. Yesterday we made a sort of a simulation: we went to Bierwinkel, the place where I first met almost all of them, and we spent some time with stories and memories. Some of them will go to Norway, others will go to Germany and the most of us don't even know where we are going to end up. Notwithstanding, it's not time for sadness. It's great to have been able to meet one and all of them. Perhaps they're not my best friends (to become best friend of somebody you need bad moments that, fortunately, we haven't had) but I'm pretty sure that they've been, are and will be the best of all my friends.

CAN WE GET TOGETHER AGAIN

Written by Chuck Jackson and Marvin Yancy

I really enjoyed ya, yes, I did

We got to get together and do it all again some time

Though it's been quite a while since we've been together

I can't get you right off my mind 

So I'm simply asking you, Baby, can we get together

Oh gee, can we get together again

I wanna know, when can we get together

Some day (some day), some way (some way)

You're a miracle boy, that's what you are (hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo)

You're that part of me that I been missing (hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo)

Before you came along I was alive, that's true

But I was just barely, barely attempting, yeah

Can we get together, Baby, Baby

Please can we get together again

Oh, when can we get together

Some day, (some day) some way (some way)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

You brought so much sunshine, yeah

Into this empty life of mine

I'm pray the day will call when we get together again

Stop me from easing and blocking and squeezing

Stop me from pushing, and loving, and pushing

Come on, (can we get together) yeah yeah
(Baby, Baby, please) yeah, yeah, yeah
(Can we get together again)
You know that you and me should be together
(When can we get together) Oh
Yeah, yeah, together, Baby, (some day)
Baby, Baby you and me (some way)
You and me better (can we) get together (get together)
(Baby, Baby, please can we)
We better get together (Get together again), oh, yeah
Let's get together, (when can we) oh, yeah, (get together)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, (some day)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (some way)
(Can we) Oh, (Get together) let's get together
Baby, (Baby, Baby, please can we) you and me should be
(Get together again)
Together, Baby, Baby, you and me
(When can we get together) should be
Together, Baby, Baby, we should really
(Some day) really be together
Baby, (some way) oh, oh
(Can we) Yeah, yeah, yeah, (get together)
Yeah, yeah, (Baby, Baby, please)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, (can we) yeah
Ooh, (get together again) real soon, you
(When can we get together) you
Come home to me soon, (some day)
Real soon, real soon (some way)