Sunday, September 10, 2006


I was soooo sick and tired of myself being depressed, when Kay invited me to spend the weekend in her house I didn’t hesitate. Underwear, macbo, razor, and mp3…I was boarding the train.

Her place is a nice country house outside London in a leafy neighborhood, 4 bedrooms and a garden… she has baby Ali who just learnt how to walk. Baby therapy, is how I called it. Happiness… absolute happiness between the sweetness of Kay and the beauty of Ali.

We devoted ourselves to the baby, taking turns to hold her, feed her and play with her…Her smile worth every single minute of it, she was offering her arms to me and curled herself to hug me. I was in heaven…enjoying the pure love of a baby who does not know what I do, she doesn’t know if I have some extra pounds, if I am a loser, she just knows that in that instant I love her and she loves me back.

When the baby was sleep, Kay and I cooked everything from scratch (we had the time), danced in the kitchen and waited for hubby, who happens to wear a suit and a tie
to work and knows a hell of a lot about wines. For some comment I made Spain came up, and we drank only Spanish wines, he taught me or let put it this way he tried to teach me how to smell the wine and distinguish the different smells.


It was great to visit a family home, where things get dirty and there is no rush to clean them, where nothing matches, and there are no two cabinets full of cleaning products, but baby stuff. I felt so comfortable!

Kay took me to the botanical gardens, the same that once belong to Frederick, Prince of Wales, huge gardens, green houses, and plants from all over the world. Baby Ali walked and ran all what she could and then was out, bless!

They are a weird, pass for normal, couple…we talked and got drunk, both nights, the three of us, I want to be like her, that is a real mom, that keeps a little bit of herself to not be a worried-all-the-time-mom, that gives herself a chance to be with herself with hubby and both act silly. We talked about the different cities in Europe that he happens to know them all, he has being in every single country in Europe, we ended up telling embarrassing stories, that included, hairy arms, fat prostitutes, a porn collection and a limousine.


Excellent music, food, wine, dessert and love…what else do I need from life? I am such a snob…a lucky bastard…someone who just discovered that LOVE is what really matters.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Yeah, are we going to have little Farlos' running around??!!! This is exciting, I have names picked out already.
For boys Franz Darwin
Ceasar Marx
Bronislaw Tyler
For girls Guadalupe Frida
Stella Dior
Conquistodora Versace
These are just a few. Let me know if you any more help with names!!

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