TALES THAT ARE NOT TALES

Trip

Ariel acted on impulse, an argument, slammed the door and left without further explanation. For Paula, all was said, and if you did not insist that he understood it was because he felt the urge, it was merely a decision made by his unconscious, to leave now. It was essential to distance him, the answer would find out there, their natural environment, your city, your country. Her friend just wanted to know if she was sure, if you get tickets at the last minute in peak time and the targets it had set, and within no more than three hours, was enough. Ariel did not know, and she planned to tell him when he arrived. He was angry, could not understand, ask him for a few days to answer about his marriage proposal and offended, but I could understand that need to go so far as to respond. She could not understand your question, more than a year ago she proposed to marry him; Ariel refused, and she understood not capable of such responsibility felt; six months ago still she believed it was possible to marry him, but after that month vacation together where they reversed his position began to abandon the idea. He learned to live a relationship without more commitments than they had. Why they not discussed and agreed, but she felt she would get the answer on that trip. He learned to live a relationship without more commitments than they had. Why they not discussed and agreed, but she felt she would get the answer on that trip. He learned to live a relationship without more commitments than they had. Why they not discussed and agreed, but she felt she would get the answer on that trip.

Her friend took her to the airport, and they said goodbye saying once more how much they loved each other and wishing each other the best of luck for those days and committing to a daily call to find out how and where she was since the flight was to Miami, but the final destination of the trip, was not decided.

The flight scheduled times and before five o'clock was already having coffee at the airport. I had not slept well during the trip, but could not choose where to go, what he knew he would not stay in that city. As he finished his infusion, it occurred to him to travel to Key West, rent a car and drive there, then he would see. While driving on the highway to the last territorial point in the southern United States, deep into the Caribbean Sea, she relaxed, looking at the landscape he did not know. He came to Key West on a cruise on his last vacation with Ariel and was only there one morning. The route instead was new for her, but it was even familiar to her, is that the cinema brings up images that later become real when crossing them like the Seven Mile Bridge, she told herself.

Four hundred kilometers were made short, so blue-green right and left, tropical vegetation, boats, boats, motels, bars, shops, and fishermen fishing in their work accompanied by curious sea and opportunistic pelicans. He decided to stay at the hotel in the harbor, it was not quite but quaint. He went out into the city streets had already walked some time, but he continued to produce a sweet sense of wonder. View taxis in pink, feminine touch in such male city, where sailors mingle with tourists, the same as with the cultists of the Harley Davidson swarming around town wearing his mounted unmistakable style in its unique bikes, and representatives of the Navy Americans who have a base in the city. Amid the Tower of Babel a part of the town, the old town close to the port, as southern as one can imagine the distance, with its wooden houses on two floors, elevated from the floor, with terraces beautiful balcony where lie tables and your chairs and where appropriate ceiling fans cool to sit and pass the time, he was creating an exceptional satisfaction. The city with some magic, dreamlike tale of buccaneers, artists, bohemians, tourists. A yesterday and today in conjunction almost perfect his understanding. The beautiful terraced balcony where lie tables and chairs and where appropriate ceiling fans cool to sit and pass the time, he was creating an exceptional satisfaction.

It was hot, but he chose to keep walking and head to Hemingway House Museum. She had a been there; charm enveloped place, tempted visit it again; out of the guided tour this time The Spanish colonial-style house, with hundreds of objects that belonged to him and that he brought from his travels in Africa, Spain, and Cuba, forms a harmonious decorative composition. However, this mixture of styles in another place and circumstance would be antagonistic. After touring the ground floor, he noticed that accompanied one of the cats living on-site, up to which was the room of the writer, and as there was no one sat on his bed watching the windows that were opposite and where they are photos that portrayed at different times and books that belonged to him, the cat was leaving her alone. Instead of paying attention to the content of the showcases, it focused on invading a feeling of being so private and special space. Sitting on the bed, where Hemingway had to live passions and Sabbaths every day, made her feel like a casual lover in the bed of his beloved who did not even know he was deep in thought when he suddenly heard someone speak to him in English what magical place. He replied as he sat on the bed as if she'd been found doing something wrong. His party came to face her, to see her face on I was vaguely familiar and felt like before and had lived a similar situation. He was very tall for her eyes to the talk had tilted sharply in his head, in his thirties, brown hair, blue eyes, and white skin, but most striking was the playfulness of his gaze. She continued asking about the place, and she responded quickly and left the room. He went down to the courtyard and sat down on a bench to gather strength for a moment, then went to the atelier of the writer, not before making sure that was not close to your interlocutor. While he knew that in that country, it is common for people to converse, although not known, felt really nervous maybe because she was alone, perhaps not handle the language very well, and not wanting to become clear, perhaps because he remembered vaguely similar situation with that man. Back to the hotel, despite the prevailing heat watched all the time, that man would not follow. But most striking was the playfulness of his gazeHe called room service and ate on the balcony of his suite, facing the sea. He took a bath in the jacuzzi and relaxed and slept a little. When he got up, it was nearly five o'clock in the afternoon and had no better idea than to go for a beer in one of the old bars near the hotel. This first day we wanted to finish drawing the adventures offered by the city, to take sun the next day, I'd go sailing. A getting to the bar, an Irish classic, the place was more populated by Harley Davidson's motorcyclists than tourists as she sat at the bar near the door, and though he preferred a juice, not to be so out of place, ordered a beer. Before the end porter, he serves notice that a man who came from a background table sat beside her and said he was sure would come at that time. He frightened turned his head and found the same subject in the room of the Hemingway House. He asked to repeat the comment that had astonished him and did not hesitate to do it, she apologized for his poor handling of the English language and asked her to tell him what was his mother tongue. To his surprise, he spoke Spanish, French, and German as well as let him know. Eager to flee from there, but with more curiosity than fear decided to keep talking. He was from Boston, and I assure you knew before, that was the third time they met. She remembered, did not know where. He recalled that for six more months or less had been found in one of the parks in Orlando and were a few seconds to be faced in the entrance of a souvenir business. She quickly remembered the moment. She told how she thought all this time, as he looked at each location where it was in these months; as data fantasized that he had: were lived, what profession; As in love with a person you just saw a moment but felt knew of life as if it were true that there is only one person in the world that is perfectly complemented by one. I thought he was crazy but even so ordered his life after seeing her again, to have the opportunity to really know, to be with her forever. How yesterday morning, he felt the overwhelming desire to travel to Key West. Which combined aircraft and last night arrived and settled in the port hotel but did not know why, I was sure that something fundamental for life happens in that city, and although he thought, did not want to delude would find there. She just listened flustered; he did not dare say anything. He recalled the first time they were and went quickly because he felt a strange attraction to the unknown, in those brief moments when they were face to face; that the away felt his gaze and turned and was looking at her smiling. Often he remembered that moment and that face, but to see him this morning had not managed to recognize it consciously. When he finished the story, she did not know what to say just came to look at the time and say he wanted to see the sunset, something he also wanted to assure you do. They also had dinner together; they continued talking about their lives on the terrace of the hotel until dawn. She agreed so much and was so complimentary in another. After breakfast called her friend, He told her everything in a hurry and in detail. She was willing to continue this madness, did not know when he would return, did not know how to tell Ariel, she was afraid, but also was ready to start a new life.