Train to Saragossa
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It had been a terrible , the weather, which was supposed to have been wonderful, had been overcast and really depressing. It had got really cold, which here in Spain is not normal, even for the end of September. But more than just the weather, things really hadn’t worked out. I had planned a sort of fun romantic weekend with Sylvia, a weekend that would have… should have led us to more than the friendship we had been enjoying up till then.
She had come down from Saragossa, where she studies journalism, to stay the weekend with me. We had met there when I had attended a conference and coincided with her. At the conference we had hit it off immediately and had had a lot of fun. The conference had been a bit of a drag but she had volunteered to show me the fun side of Saragossa. Now she had come to Barcelona to allow me to return the favour, but the foul weather and other things had really cast a shadow over the whole weekend. Finally on the Sunday afternoon I had gone with her to Sants station by Metro to put her on the train back home. We were waiting in the station, both of us quiet and a little down. There weren’t too many people about and we had about twenty minutes before her train came in. I remember she was dressed in some dungarees, quite loose on her ...
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It had been a terrible , the weather, which was supposed to have been wonderful, had been overcast and really depressing. It had got really cold, which here in Spain is not normal, even for the end of September. But more than just the weather, things really hadn’t worked out. I had planned a sort of fun romantic weekend with Sylvia, a weekend that would have… should have led us to more than the friendship we had been enjoying up till then.
She had come down from Saragossa, where she studies journalism, to stay the weekend with me. We had met there when I had attended a conference and coincided with her. At the conference we had hit it off immediately and had had a lot of fun. The conference had been a bit of a drag but she had volunteered to show me the fun side of Saragossa. Now she had come to Barcelona to allow me to return the favour, but the foul weather and other things had really cast a shadow over the whole weekend. Finally on the Sunday afternoon I had gone with her to Sants station by Metro to put her on the train back home. We were waiting in the station, both of us quiet and a little down. There weren’t too many people about and we had about twenty minutes before her train came in. I remember she was dressed in some dungarees, quite loose on her ...
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