I'm glad I found this site and forum,especially for exchanging ideas and stories. My story goes back a long way.
I lived here in 74 to 76, when my father was British Naval Attache to BA and Montevideo.In May 76, I met a girl, Adriana, who became my first love and love of my life. We were very young. I was 17, she was 15. We simply clicked, and can't listen to Pink Flyd's "Wish you were here" without thinking back to those wonderful times.I left on a Blue Star line ship, for England in November of that year, and distinctly remember waving to her from the deck. Over the years, we kept in touch by letter and postcards, and rarely forgot our birthdays. We both tried to see each other again. Adriana had her papers and purse stolen in Madrid just after the Malvinas/Falklands war, and I was just about to travel just before that. Neither of us made it.We did finally meet up with our respective partners in London in 94, and the spark was still there. We kept in touch, and finally, due to changes in our personal circumstances this March, we spoke and I decided to make the trip. I arrived at Ezeiza in May, and nearly knocked over a policeman in the rush to get to her through the crowd.We were older, but we still knew. I spent a month here in this fabulous country, and after a while we decided we wanted to be together, forever.I came back again 3 weeks ago, and we have found somewher to live in Olivos.It's tough, but as we have both said "If it was easy, we'd all be doing it."I return to Spain tomorrow, to end my life there, and will return to Argentina late October to begin our new life together. Chances like this appear once in a lifetime, we know this and are taking it.
As an aspiring writer, I am trying to write about this in my book, which I hope to get published one day. I hope you all enjoy our story.
Marc
I lived here in 74 to 76, when my father was British Naval Attache to BA and Montevideo.In May 76, I met a girl, Adriana, who became my first love and love of my life. We were very young. I was 17, she was 15. We simply clicked, and can't listen to Pink Flyd's "Wish you were here" without thinking back to those wonderful times.I left on a Blue Star line ship, for England in November of that year, and distinctly remember waving to her from the deck. Over the years, we kept in touch by letter and postcards, and rarely forgot our birthdays. We both tried to see each other again. Adriana had her papers and purse stolen in Madrid just after the Malvinas/Falklands war, and I was just about to travel just before that. Neither of us made it.We did finally meet up with our respective partners in London in 94, and the spark was still there. We kept in touch, and finally, due to changes in our personal circumstances this March, we spoke and I decided to make the trip. I arrived at Ezeiza in May, and nearly knocked over a policeman in the rush to get to her through the crowd.We were older, but we still knew. I spent a month here in this fabulous country, and after a while we decided we wanted to be together, forever.I came back again 3 weeks ago, and we have found somewher to live in Olivos.It's tough, but as we have both said "If it was easy, we'd all be doing it."I return to Spain tomorrow, to end my life there, and will return to Argentina late October to begin our new life together. Chances like this appear once in a lifetime, we know this and are taking it.
As an aspiring writer, I am trying to write about this in my book, which I hope to get published one day. I hope you all enjoy our story.
Marc
