CHAPTER 3:
It was not a particularly luxurious hotel, and four and five star less, but enough to pass two travelers like us. The cost of the room was dirt cheap, which would help us to travel shortly to England. However, we had to find some work temporarily to not remain in bankruptcy, or just settle for our part in that street gang.
Entered the room one hundred one, there were two perfectly made beds, old wooden side table with a lamp at night in the center, one side of the room lockers and at the other end a door to the bathroom would surely.
- Well... not too bad this site right? -Alice remarked wearily.
- Better than nothing. -Answer and pulling to bed having left the suitcases and guitar in a corner of the room.
We put on pajamas and then we get into our respective beds. Tomorrow is another day...
Sunlight indicating a new day, bathes the room preventing us continue our dream. And Alice is up, the sound of the shower from the bathroom I answer my questions.
He stops, I hear noises, footsteps and then the door opening. With wet hair and dressed is about me. Grab the dryer and start drying.
- Why do not you get ready? Want to turn around and know the city well? -Proposes, to which I nod.
- I will bathe, wait. -I say.
I reach a set of my suitcase, towel and go directly to the bathroom. I let go of my clothes and get into the shower, when you open the tap, I hear the sweet melody of "Summer Love" the voice of those kids always love me, when you tell him who owns the various voices that are appearing throughout the song, now is singing Zayn, Harry, Niall...
As I got dressed I go out, I wear my black skinny jeans, a black top with a short, thin shirt Flag Britain above, also in case blue scarf, earrings key, and loose hair.
We went outside aimlessly, hoping to find something interesting, I'm proposing plans but she refuses, not because they do not want, if not well thought out that we do not receive the money to afford it.
- Hey... You did not have a premium French? -Asked curious.
- Yes, but in summer it is never here. -'I remember.
- You could have taken your guitar, you never know. -Dice.
- It can be... but it gives me stick carry it around if necessary. -Rio.
We arrived at the place where the tower, we take pictures, being silly. People also ask us out some, and suddenly a girl comes to us naturally speaking in French, it seems that we saw yesterday and like us.
- You are the girls from yesterday right? -She began to tell us sweetly.
- Yes, it's us. -We respond in unison.
- As you sing and you dance very well also. -Says all excited, will take about six years. -I can take a picture with you? This is the motive of my mother... -'Asked cheerfully.
- Sure. -I say in response of the two.
It is a very lively little, and it's amazing that we have requested a photo, as if we were celebrities. It feels strange but fun