So my Spaniard has migrated. He, having been mentioned before over the last couple of months but not by this new name has played a partial role in my life, in the last chapter of Newport. He refers to my as one of his lifers and I refer to him as my spaniard. He has very much put himself at the centre of my world and it started with him getting a job in my coffee house, our friendship grew from there his friends became involved with my friends and vice versa, but now due to a drunken mishap with a red lighted friend, I'm sad to say my spaniard has left the building and the country for that matter.
So what's a girl to do, well I've booked a flight out in September to, not only visit him and meet his family but to go to the world cup winning country (not that I'm a football fan or anything but think of the men)! It's also a perfect opportunity to get inside his head, seeing as he spends most of his time rummaging around in mine, trying to "figure me out". I will spend those eight very exciting days, exploring where he grew up and finally get to understand how those wheels churn. This development is going to be exciting and also the drunken times ahead with my Spaniard and my born and bred Cardiff companion who is coming along for the drunken escapades and obvious games of UNO.
So my point dear readers is this, find a Spaniard who can speak five different languages, not judge and get inside of your head and you might just find not only a best friend but someone who will help you out of a pickle no mater how far out of their way they have to go.
If I never met you, I wouldn't like you. If I didn't like you, I wouldn't love you. If I didn't love you, I wouldn't miss you. But I did, I do, and I will.”
ReplyDeleteps. google was being a spacktard and wouldnt let me create a account so i just used my mothers. lots of love "the spaniard" x