Thousand Feelings

Tourista

(Phone ringing!!!)... "What no no no no!! Who was this man?! Who was it! Who would even call me?! Noo why! She yelled to herself. As she picked up the phone she remembered that she requested a wake up call from the hotel last night when she registered in. She hatted herself for doing so at the moment because that call interrupted her dream.. A dream in which she didn't realize the man who made her feel so many emotions with just one touch of his palm on her shoulder. She hung up and said "thank you" with a grouchy voice. Her eyes faced the bed , but she had to get back to reality and do as the call suggested, which was to wake up because she had a lot to explore in the real dream she lived.
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Facing the mirror, it reflected an imperfect, fit, brown eyed, mid hight, and dressed up girl who was indeed ready for a night to remember. She took one last look and waved goodbye... Once out of the hotel, she decided to walk it all, to truly discover the place she loved to see one day. Along the way, she saw monuments, people, buildings, so many spanish accents, and a restaurant that caught her eye. It was so elegant and classy. She thought to herself how expensive it would be to to dine there. Only she imagined but continued walking. The exploration continued as she spoke to people and admired how humble the people were. They knew that she was a "tourista" a tourist. It was noticeable with her accent that didn't compare to there amazing accent. They loved how she spoke Spanish and could communicate with them. She would try her hardest to talk like them but they would just giggle because she looked like a child doing so. "Vale pero no tengo un acento tan bonito como el suyo" they admired her beauty. She blushed and continued her walk as she waved goodbye. Her eyes grew as she saw billboards all over the city of images of her favorite team. The famous team of the city, the team she admired, the team she saw on her television back home, the team she was dedicated too. The team named Real Madrid... She couldn't wait to see them play live at their studium "El Bernabeau" a few hours awaited for that moment. But first she decided to go buy herself a jersey, it's not that she didn't have like 20 In her closet but she wanted to get one of her own from the city in which her team was in. The shop she entered was filled with jerseys full of numbers and names of the players. There was one specific payer she wanted. The player of her dreams. The love of her life. "Hola, os gistaria una camisa de CRISTIANO RONALDO verdad?" Her eyes turned to an old man. She smiled and said "enverdad se nota?" The man continued , "con su mirada se enota que lo daria to do por el" she loved the kind old man already. "Es mi favorito" she kept it short. " se nota solo un poco" he then giggled. The man then grabbed the jersey for her "seria todo para vos?" "Si , muchisimas gracias!" She smiled and walked out... " Is it really that noticeable that I love him" she though to herself. I mean she knew how much she felt for him but she didn't realize that a complete stranger would notice without knowing a bit about her. Anything about him made her day. This guy was the man of her dreams. The one she could only wish for. The one who was in the same city she was in.