Borrador Cap 1

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A cold breeze hit me when I got off from the bus. I tried to walk faster to the airport, where I was going to wait for the German football national team to arrive. You are wondering why I had to do that, and well, the reason is that I'm a touristic guide and I work for one of the best Uruguayan touristic enterprises. I had the chance to be the guide for many famous people who visited my country, but never for such a large group, as the German national team is.

There were two or three reporters with their cameramen, and the bodyguards of the airports, but no more people, which didn't seem strange, because it was 5 am in the morning, who would go to the airport in a cloudy and cold May night? I went straight to where one of the bodyguards was, and asked him if the plane had landed or not. He told me it had, and I showed him the card the enterprise gave me to be fecognised as the touristic guide that they asked for.

The managers that werw coming with the team, asked for a touristic guide, because they were staying for a week. In the enterprise, there weren't many people able -the mojority were doing their works with tourists from cruises that recently had arrived; so there were only a new guy and me. Of course they chose me, I had more experience and obviously, I knew every single place in the city.

-They're coming- said one of the reporters.

I looked through the window, and saw a group of men walking away from the arrivals zone, towards the bus that was waiting for them. Some of them answered a few questions that the repoters did, and then, they got on the bus. The last one who came out of the building, was one of the managers, and the bodyguard stopped him and told him that the touristic guide was there. Once I introduced myself to the manager, he told me to get on the bus too and do a mini tour of the city in their way to the hotel.

It was a crazy idea. The players would sleep a lot in the bus, not pay attention to a person who is talking about geography and culture. But once I got on the bus, they were awake and talking very loud.

-OK, guys. Here's the touristic guide I told you about. Please, be polite with her. We'll get to the hotel in fifteen minutes- said the manager and left me there, with almost twenty-five men who I didn't know.

-Hello- I said, trying to catch their attention. But for my surprise, before stop taliking, they were all looking at me. -My name is Emilia, but you can call me Emily if is easier for you. I'll be your touristic guide, as you may know. Now I think you should introduce yourselves, for me to know you.

They started to do it one by one, it was going to be hard to me to know who was who, they were all pretty similar to each other. After a blonde guy stopped talking, the guy who was next to him looked at me and started to talk.

-I'm Mario. Nice to meet you- he said, and another guy talked. I really didn't pay attention to the next one. Mario was now talking to the guy next to him, but I was still looking at him. He was a good looking guy, I couldn't deny it.

When they finished to introduce themselves, I sat in a free seat that was near the front of the bus.

-Why aren't you giving us the mini tour that the manager promised?- someone asked.

-Oh, I'm sorry. You know, it's 5.30 am, I'm not awake at all- I lied. -Well, we're near the hotel, so in less than two minutes you'll see the seafront, which many people describe as one of the best things about the city.

They looked at the sea, and I only waited for keep talking, but they were all taking photos and they kept doing that until the bus arrived to the hotel. I got off with them, and gave the manager my number for knowing when they were going to get a tour.

Finally, I went home by bus. Once I arrived, I wrote in my time table the work I had for that week, and I tried to sleep a little bit more. All my head could think was of Mario's smile when he introduced himself.

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⏰ Last updated: Jun 18, 2014 ⏰

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