Let see if I can explain myself in english

It s well known that we spaniards spend time and efforts trying to learn english. Guess is a heavy duty task, due to our latin ascendants. People in central  and northern Europe are better provided regarding the learning of a new languages.

You take a kid from Nederlands or Belgium and he can easily manage 4 or 5 languages. Dutch, English, French...German....

People from Scandinavian countries also. The speak their mother tongue, german, english etc ...and maybe they are still in their teens.

Guess also has some to do with the way we pronounce the letters. We  spanisards...do open the mouth more or less while talking . English speaking requires also a more articulate use of the lips. Have some guy from Spain pronounce " shirt " . " sheet " and " cheat " and try to catch the diff. ( yes..and " shit " too ).

In Spain we can spend a lifetime trying to make ourselves understand when we go to London . Mostly because we dont want to keep wandering around the city due to the fact that we dont ask directions..and when we do. We don´t understand a word of it. 

Am going to tell a funny story. Please english teachers feel free to correct me. No offense..non taken. And also writers please do as well. Maybe am the next Pulitzer and I am unaware of it.

..." many years ago...when I was in my late teens. I had a summertime girlfriend... John Travolta made a song about that.

Well the summer was over, she invited me over to her local  town  festivities.

 But I coulnd stay in her home....no way her parents would allow that. So she did arranged to have me stay in one of her girlfriend ´s brother home.

When I d arrived to that little town in Southern Spain  it was a warm...humid overcast September day. Felt like a tropic area. 

Sticky ...sweaty hot afternoon. The guy opened the door. And he was kind to me. From the point that I did barely knew her sister. I felt strange. That people work in the fields. I took a look at his arms and ...men!! he was Arnorld Schwarzenegger.

I was set in a small bedroom in the attics. Perfect...far from everyone. After all, I was there to see my girl at the time. I didnt felt I had to mingle with that family after all.

Bathroom was in the hallway. Next to my room on top of the stairs. 

So I did decided to take a shower. Owner of the house told me that hot water came from a sun heated system. So I should  expected to be very hot water....He said....we open the water key... wait a minute and when the water is hot enough we open the cold water key and regulate the temperature. Ok...ready for rock and roll...

So there I was ...jumpin inside that shower cabinet. In fact was a bathtub surrounded by glass panels. Shower head was huge...the size of a sunflower. 

So I did opened the hot water key....water started flowing ..more like a pouring rain ....and hot...very hot...steam was already filling up the cabinet....that water was boiling...

So I did jumped close to the water key and manipulate the cold water key....it was stuck. Couln´d  opened. I was about to scream of pain due to the hot water.

Jumped back out of the sunflower from hell,  rain. I was there ...cornered...arms spread...legs spreaded...trying to avoid that stream of boiling water.... 

Jumped again in the rain. Tried now to close the hot water key....impossible...too hot...I felt like a Boston lobster . I tought...Oh God ...am going to die boiled like a 3 mins egg.

So there I was ...cornered again...Didnt know what to do. Minutes were passing...so I said...well...maybe we run out of hot water...but then I remember...is not a reservoir...Is current water passing thru the heating system...so that can last forever.

Besides I was too way up in that old house. What about if the family already left to the parties around town...

I did started yelling...Help...help Me...Nothing....again...help...HELP ¡¡¡... Nothing...I was screaming to the top of my lungs. I don´t know if the family could hear me....but am pretty sure  somebody in Portugal would. 

And then the door opened...that guy walked in...asked me with a low voice...What s going on?...I said...I m going to die....I cannot open the cold water.. He then opened the cabinet door...and there I was ...in a corner...naked...blushing...holding my ...parts...He dedicated me a cold look.

If I could read his mind...would be some like...this guy is gay and wanted me to see him naked?. 

Then he took the water key....with 3 fingers....( remember ..guy has arms the size of a blender vase ) and with a small twist stopped that infernal rain.  And then he dedicated me another chuckle...Tsk Tsk..and went downstairs...

One our later I was on the bus on my way home. Shame ridden... auto evicted from that town. No way I was ready to bear the humiliation. Be the talk of the town. The naked lobster guy from the city.

Watching that small town dissapear in the fields. I did made myself a promise. A la Scarlet O Hara... 

I swear God next monday I m gonna affliliate to the next gym available. 

Luckily that urge lasted me only a couple of days. That sexy brunette in the college registration line dedicated me a smile.

I did totally forget about the girl from the Sunflower from Hell shower town. Oh ¡¡¡ Summer loving...also I decided to take baths instead of showers. At least I could always test the water before jumping in.

Hope I did make you smile. 

Cheers