Testimonials

SÍMBOLOS Y AMISTAD

Hace casi 25 años.. ¡qué vértigo cuando lo verbalizo!... Me embarqué en una experiencia que para mí, con mis 16 años, era increíble: un intercambio con una familia de Boston.
De manera casual y absoluta conocimos a Joshua Lee Freeman, en un metro. Mi amiga y yo nos íbamos muriendo de la risa porque enfrente de nosotras había un señor sentado, con unos pantalones muy cortos que dejaban asomar a un oprimido huevo, a punto de reventar.
Supongo que por la típica situación de risas, empezamos a hablar con Josh, nos pasó su teléfono y dirección (una pequeña tarjeta escrita con bolígrafo de tinta azul y el dibujo de una raqueta... la tengo por ahí pero la recuerdo perfectamente)
Nos empezamos a escribir con él, mi amiga y yo. Durante mucho tiempo. Enviándonos desde fotos a cosas de las más curiosas (incluso carteles de publicidad).
Años después Joshua viajó a Europa y junto con mi amiga Raquel Pradosestuvimos haciendo de guía. Entonces nos regaló un precioso colgante.
Se trata de una punta de flecha que hacen los nativos americanos de la tribu Quahog con un tipo de concha violeta que se encuentra en la costa noreste del Atlántico.
Con el paso del tiempo aún aprecias más estos detalles que se convierten en símbolos de amistad. Símbolos que nada más verlos te hacen recordar.
Aunque la verdadera amistad reside en esas conversaciones espontáneas que seguimos teniendo sobre las cosas más banales y simples, porque absolutamente cualquier excusa es buena, porque aunque a veces hayan pasado años enteros sin hablarnos, cuando de pronto lo volvemos a hacer es como si no hubiera pasado el tiempo, sin reproches, sin exigencias, desde la naturalidad. Y ahí le doy el mérito más a él, del que he aprendido muchísimo en este sentido, que a mí misma.
P.D1: la empresa familiar que fundó el padre de Joshua y que él sigue liderando se llama Wampum World. Os recomiendo echarle un ojo y consultar sobre todo la preciosa historia en Wampum World
P.D2. Joshua Lee Freeman, I promise I will translate this to you. Now I must leave 😉

Translated into English
Symbols and friendship

Almost 25 years ago.. What Vertigo when I verbalizo!... I embarked on an experience that for me, with my 16 years, it was amazing: an exchange with a family of Boston.
So casual and absolute met to Joshua Lee Freeman, in a subway. My friend and I were dying of laughter because in front of us had a gentleman sitting, with some short shorts that show your left to an oppressed egg, about to burst.
I guess for the typical situation of laughter, we started to talk to Josh, we spent his phone and address (a little card written with a pen of blue ink and the drawing of a racket... I've got it in there, but I remember her perfectly)
We started to write with it, my friend and I. For a long time. Sending us from pictures to things of the most curious (even advertising posters).
Years later Joshua traveled to Europe and along with my friend Raquel Prados we were doing a guide. Then he gave us a beautiful pendant.
This is an arrowhead that make the native Americans of the tribe quahog with a type of shell violet which is located in the northeast coast of the Atlantic.
With the passage of time still appreciate these details that they become symbols of friendship. Symbols that nothing more to see them make you remember.
Although true friendship resides in those conversations that we keep having spontaneous about things more banal and simple, because absolutely any excuse is good, because even though you sometimes have past whole years without speaking to each other, when suddenly do it again it's as if I hadn't Past the time. No regrets, no demands, since the naturalness. And there i give the credit to him, most of which I've learned so much in this regard, that to myself.
P. D1: the family company which was founded by the father of Joshua and that he is still leading is called wampum world. I recommend to keep an eye on him and check on all the beautiful story at Wampum World link to dear customer page
P.D2. Joshua Lee Freeman, I promise I will translate this to you. Now I must leave 😉

 

testimonial (1)
testimonial (2)
testimonial (3)

Commentary:

We ate lunch at a cafe in the Gothic neighborhood of Barcelona, as stated earlier, but this with more specifics. Barcelona is in Catalonia. The language is Catalan, which sounds more like French than Spanish. I wasn't familiar that there were different languages in Spain. Either I wasn't paying enough attention in Spanish class in junior high, high school, and college, or it wasn't taught. I tend to think the latter.