I met Satcha on November 2, 1999 in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. He invited me to come with him on his trip back home to Spain to spend Christmas break.
I flew to Bilbao, Spain on December 27 and arrived on December 28. I remember not sleeping on the flights because I was so nervous to meet his family and friends.
When I arrived at the Bilbao airport Satcha was waiting there to pick me up. Before we went to his Mom’s house he took me to Artaza Bar to have a coca-cola and try to relax because I was about to meet his Mom, sisters and brother. I’ll never forget driving up to his house and seeing Lara and Tirma waving from the window, and when we walked in the house Lara was ironing handkerchiefs.





1 comments:
That time you only smiled.
Nowdays you speak spanish much better than me and also continue smiling...
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