Status: Active (updated as often as I can)
Save your heart.
Haces que mi alma se despierte con tu luz.
Dakota and Garrett were home when we arrived.
"What's up?" Garrett saluted John, he then turned to me. "Jess."
"Garrett." I responded, saluting him marine-like, but I soon smiled. "It's so good to have you back." I said hugging him. "Our fridge sure missed you, too." I made him chuckle.
"Yeah. So, what are you guys doing tonight? Dakota suggested we could go have dinner at that new restaurant?" Garrett said pointing at Dakota.
"Yeah, I heard amazing things about the food they serve at that place...uhm...'La something'. It's a Spanish restaurant I think." Dakota said.
"Alright. Sounds like a plan to me." I added.
"That's it, then. We should make a reservation."
We had some problems with the reservation as none of us knew what was the name of the restaurant. Dakota called one of her colleagues, we wrote down the name of the restaurant, typed it on Google and called the number it appeared. La Vieja Tuerta was quite a difficult name for us to learn after all. It isn't like any of us knew advanced Spanish; in fact, we probably could not even fend for ourselves with the basic words we learnt in high school. We later found out the name meant "The one eyed hag".
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"Let's just hope it's not named after the owner." Garrett said putting his denim jacket on, ready to go.
Dakota and I were both wearing dresses, not very dressy ones, though. Dakota's had red and white one inch stripes all over it, she was looking amazing. I was wearing a flower print dress instead. I also chose to wear flats because I love being way shorter than John; and I know it's silly, but oh well. The restaurant was not far from home, and when we arrived, I was already enchanted by it. The outside of La Vieja Tuerta was painted purple, and the name of the restaurant was written in white with a really beautiful yet mysterious-looking typography. We walked in and a young woman named Marie took us to our table, which was covered in a velvet purple table cloth. The inside of the restaurant was painted in different tones of blue. Most of the wall had black tree trunks painted on them over a midnight blue background. It definitely gave you the allusion of being in a enchanted, mysterious forest. I was loving it.
"This is place looks marvelous." I said, still looking at everything, amazed.
"Yeah. It looks pretty rad." Garrett answered me.
We ordered some food we hadn't tried before and found out there was gonna be a show or something at 8 pm. Luckily, it was 8 pm when we just got our paella. A guy appeared on stage -quite a little one they had there- and started singing, playing his guitar. He was singing in Spanish, which I guess it's normal since we were at a Spanish restaurant. Apparently, he was quite well known in Spain, but again, we had no clue if it was true or the presenter was just trying to impress us. They guy had a really nice voice, though. He sang really softly. We were finished with the food and just enjoying the show when he played some other song we hadn't heard before. Listening to music in other languages can be really magical sometimes. For some reason that next song made want to dance with John, but I didn't. I had the feeling it was a love song, but I could be wrong. You know, it could be about boats, fiestas, or whatever, and I was just thinking that it was about love. Just because I heard the words "solamente tú" -only you- it did not mean it was a love song, did it. We watched his entire performance and then payed the bill, which was actually not very expensive after all the great food we had eaten. I really wanted to talk to the guy who played and tell him I relly liked his songs -even though I understood nothing-, because, I guess it'd make him feel good to know that I, an ordinary person from another country, had really enjoyed what I had seen. But I didn't. What a shy person I was. The least I could do was buy his album and listen to it at home while I try to decode the lyrics. And maybe, I'd find out what that song was about. And maybe, just maybe, it was about love.
"O God, I can't even handle my own schmaltzyness sometimes. Why do I have to be like this." I grumbled to myself while I was peeing in the bathroom.
"What's up?" Garrett saluted John, he then turned to me. "Jess."
"Garrett." I responded, saluting him marine-like, but I soon smiled. "It's so good to have you back." I said hugging him. "Our fridge sure missed you, too." I made him chuckle.
"Yeah. So, what are you guys doing tonight? Dakota suggested we could go have dinner at that new restaurant?" Garrett said pointing at Dakota.
"Yeah, I heard amazing things about the food they serve at that place...uhm...'La something'. It's a Spanish restaurant I think." Dakota said.
"Alright. Sounds like a plan to me." I added.
"That's it, then. We should make a reservation."
We had some problems with the reservation as none of us knew what was the name of the restaurant. Dakota called one of her colleagues, we wrote down the name of the restaurant, typed it on Google and called the number it appeared. La Vieja Tuerta was quite a difficult name for us to learn after all. It isn't like any of us knew advanced Spanish; in fact, we probably could not even fend for ourselves with the basic words we learnt in high school. We later found out the name meant "The one eyed hag".
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"Let's just hope it's not named after the owner." Garrett said putting his denim jacket on, ready to go.
Dakota and I were both wearing dresses, not very dressy ones, though. Dakota's had red and white one inch stripes all over it, she was looking amazing. I was wearing a flower print dress instead. I also chose to wear flats because I love being way shorter than John; and I know it's silly, but oh well. The restaurant was not far from home, and when we arrived, I was already enchanted by it. The outside of La Vieja Tuerta was painted purple, and the name of the restaurant was written in white with a really beautiful yet mysterious-looking typography. We walked in and a young woman named Marie took us to our table, which was covered in a velvet purple table cloth. The inside of the restaurant was painted in different tones of blue. Most of the wall had black tree trunks painted on them over a midnight blue background. It definitely gave you the allusion of being in a enchanted, mysterious forest. I was loving it.
"This is place looks marvelous." I said, still looking at everything, amazed.
"Yeah. It looks pretty rad." Garrett answered me.
We ordered some food we hadn't tried before and found out there was gonna be a show or something at 8 pm. Luckily, it was 8 pm when we just got our paella. A guy appeared on stage -quite a little one they had there- and started singing, playing his guitar. He was singing in Spanish, which I guess it's normal since we were at a Spanish restaurant. Apparently, he was quite well known in Spain, but again, we had no clue if it was true or the presenter was just trying to impress us. They guy had a really nice voice, though. He sang really softly. We were finished with the food and just enjoying the show when he played some other song we hadn't heard before. Listening to music in other languages can be really magical sometimes. For some reason that next song made want to dance with John, but I didn't. I had the feeling it was a love song, but I could be wrong. You know, it could be about boats, fiestas, or whatever, and I was just thinking that it was about love. Just because I heard the words "solamente tú" -only you- it did not mean it was a love song, did it. We watched his entire performance and then payed the bill, which was actually not very expensive after all the great food we had eaten. I really wanted to talk to the guy who played and tell him I relly liked his songs -even though I understood nothing-, because, I guess it'd make him feel good to know that I, an ordinary person from another country, had really enjoyed what I had seen. But I didn't. What a shy person I was. The least I could do was buy his album and listen to it at home while I try to decode the lyrics. And maybe, I'd find out what that song was about. And maybe, just maybe, it was about love.
"O God, I can't even handle my own schmaltzyness sometimes. Why do I have to be like this." I grumbled to myself while I was peeing in the bathroom.