Reencounter at Portland

It had been a long and stressful summer but Portland's nights should come back so, long after, I finally made a general appeal. My English classmates Dora, Inma and Juanjo were meant to come and so were Andrea and Elena. Héctor and Alex are missing in the deep South so, this time, I was a pair of three of one. I wasn't confident enough about my English. I've been practicing the whole summer, watching films and reading books in English, but I hadn't spoken since I was in Brighton and London in early July. It was hard to take the plunge and start again but it was now or never. So I decided to bite the bullet and I must say that the taste was wonderful. 

Juanjo and Dora were close to the door when I got there. We were talking a little bit about our respective holidays. Juanjo has just come back from a trip to the northwest coast of the US, visiting Seattle and Portland. His american accent, quite evident some months ago, now is obvious, almost native and even republican. Once inside the pub I saw Andrea... Nay, Andrea saw me. I felt very glad to see her again. I really missed our conversations and our misterious connection in some of our favorite topics. Besides our mutual attraction to musicals, this Wednesday we've found out a mutual fear of the unknown. Elena came late as always... And cheerful as always. That was her first time at Portland after the holidays as well. She had been promoted last June and, right now, she looks overwhelmed inside but, no matter what, she always manages to look fresh and shinning outside. 

We were talking with Hillary, a very nice girl from New Hampshire who votes democrat and loves cakes. She has come to Valencia to study Spanish but it seems she still hasn't found the time to do it. I was telling her about my trip to Brighton and about that day I decided to take a bath in the cold waters of the North Sea and my testicles decreased three times their size. A guy came then to our table and handed out some papers with different topics to go on with the conversation. Those topics were absolutely philosophical and completely useless, with questions that were like "what question do you want to be answered"... Nobody seemed to take the paper seriously so I looked around and I said: "Let's keep talking about my balls".

People left early but Elena, Andrea and me remained a little long catching up and singing Pocahontas like in the old days. At  midnight we left as well not before giving ourselves a triple hug to celebrate the reencounter. I don't know if this year will be as many amazing Portland nights as there were before summer (maybe I won't be in Valencia for months) but, anyway, this one has been a perfect premiere. Thank you all!