An Unexpected Love (El amor menos pensado)

"Some years ago...

"Some years ago...

never mind how long precisely,

having little or no money in my purse,

and nothing particular to interest me on shore,

I thought I would sail about a time

and see the watery part of the world.

It is a way! have of driving off the spleen,

and regulating the circulation.

Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth;

whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul;

then, I account it high time to get to sea,

as soon as I can.

There is nothing surprising in this.

If they but knew it,

almost all men in their degree, sometime or other,

cherish very nearly the same feeling towards the ocean with me. "

Now I see it clearly.

The beginning of Moby Dick explains almost exactly

what happened to us.

It all started three years ago,

when Luciano left to study in Spain.

Sorry, honey. I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me.

I was prepared for this day, but...

- It's not like I'm going to war. - I know.

Dad.

- Have a safe journey. - Okay.

- Take care. - I'll call you tomorrow with Skype.

Okay.

- Okay? - Take it easy.

Thank you.

- Bye, my darling. - Bye, mom.

Do you have your medicine?

What medicine?

- For his nausea. - You're exaggerating!

We did it.

- We did it well. - Yes, very well.

- Do you want to celebrate? - Okay.

Yes?

Let's do it.

I see that you started being wistful.

The plane didn't fly over Uruguay yet and you're already looking at photos?

- Are you going to bed? - Why do you ask?

You have your pajama on.

I wanted to be more comfortable.

- Is that wrong? - No.

But I thought you'd want to be sexier in our first night alone.

I'm not sexy like this?

Look at this picture. Luchi was just born.

- Look at your face. - That's not me.

That guy isn't me.

That guy doesn't have Grey hair, he has all his teeth.

He's not me.

- Look at this one! - Which one?

Jenochtitlan. - Don't even mention it.

You were so chili head.

- What? - Chili head.

You acted like a Mexican.

"I like spicy food, I want more,

I love spicy food."

And we spent the rest of the trip eating cornflakes,

I remember it perfectly.

Because I like to taste local food wherever l go.

Unlike you, that you read Latin-American literature,

Rulfo and Fuentes,

but you end up eating at McDonald's.

Of course, because the people go to McDonalds.

The illuminated little bourgeois, like you, go for the ethnic food.

Besides, that Mo Taco

was the most native thing I tasted in my life.

Here we were in Cordoba.

I could still bend my knees back then.

Look at those sneakers, they don't make them anymore,

-they're from last century. - Well...

- What is it? - Nothing. I'll look at them tomorrow,

I'll be sad, with nobody bothering me.

I was trying to make you laugh, honey.

- Do it another day, please. Here. - Okay, thank you.

Thank you, honey. Cheers.

What? What are you doing?

- What is it? - You're so sexy.

I told you I was sexy. Be nice to me.

Sorry, honey, I'm running late.

I have a class in half an hour. I don't know what happened to me.

You always so unpunctual!

You're always running late everywhere you go.

Maybe you should buy a watch.

Why would I want one? I have my cell phone.

- Check your cell phone, then. - It's my fault, I know.

- Do you want some coffee? - Yes, but here, here.

There? So you want a "people's national" flask.

That doesn't matter, it keeps it hot all day.

- Okay. - That's fine.

- Drive carefully. - Yes, don't worry.

Bye, sorry. Sorry. Give me a kiss. Bye.

- Straighten your shirt. - Yeah, yeah.

Bye.

Today we're going to talk about boredom, weariness.

Is that an adequate universe for a Latin-American writer?

No, indeed not.

The only thing that we can take from Europe

ifs the Nietzsche model.

We have to question everything.

Discuss, be passionate...

Not understand.

Be lost.

Maybe that's the key, to not understand.

But don't go with boredom, please.

Our pressure here

it's hunger, misery,

anxiety for the future to come.

What would be the only identity signal

of the Latin-American writer?

Waiting for a Spanish publisher's call?

Hear me on this one, guys,

don't beat around the bush.

I know that doesn't sound very academic,

but it's here and now. If you want to write,

don't beat around the bush.

This applies to life too.

This is my room, mom.

I have a little desk but it's fine.

Very nice.

Yes. She's Lao Phen.

I'm two blocks away from Carabajai Square.

That's nice.

How about you? How's dad?

We're fine, darling. We're okay.

Daddy should be here in any moment.

Who is she? I didn't listen.

She's Lao, my roommate.

Do you share your room with her'?

Yeah, it's all right. Why? What's wrong.

No... Look, here is your dad.

Wait a second. Come here, look at this.

I'm with Luchi.

Hi, son. How are you?

Fine, and you? Ah is great, Tm so happy.

Did you start school?

Yes, many days ago.

Nice. Who is there?

- She's his roommate. - That's Lao, my roommate.

- Lao, come meet my parents. - You're kidding. A roommate?

Yes. Hi!

- Hello! - Hi, it's a pleasure!

She's from Vietnam.

I think you're not going to study.

So funny, dad.

I'm telling the truth.

Don't be a creep, dad.

I need to get some sleep, 1 have class tomorrow.

- Okay, good night. - We miss you!

- I love you! - Bye, take care. Bye.

- Bye. - Bye.

I've never seen something like that. He went to study in Spain

and he got a Vietnamese roommate with the boobs of an Italian girl.

- Luchi was right. - Why?

- You're such a creep. - I'm not! I just worry about him

-and his physical integrity. - Where was that girl from?

Vietnam.

What are we having for dinner?

Empanadas, I don't feel like cooking.

I ordered some caprese and some Tucumanas.

Caprese? Why caprese?

Italians don't know a thing about empanadas.

- You love caprese. - No, that's you, not me.

Besides, Tucuman meat? I told you that I like Saltefia.

- They're all the same, come on. - They're not the same!

You think Jujuy, Salta and Tucumén are all the same.

I'm going to explain you the difference one more time.

But you have to pay attention.

- I'm listening. - Okay.

The Saltefia ones come with potato,

Tucumanas don't.

The Saltefia ones come with ground beef,

Tucumanas uses flank steak.

Among other differences,

one comes with sweet pepper and the other one don't.

- Do you want me to continue? - No, it's fine.

One day I'll order Salteflas, Tucumanas and a“ the variants,

and you'll have to guess them. If you do it fight, you win.

What's in it for me?

You can do whatever you want with me.

- Okay, let's do it right now. - No, not now.

Yes, right now, I'm tired of this never-ending argument.

- Let's do it now. - Okay.

- Don't cheat, no peeping. - Okay, go on.

Let's start.

What are you doing? Are you an empanada sommelier?

- The smell tells me... - Take a bite.

- Tucumana. - Very well.

Why is it Tucumana?

Because the flank steak was cut with a knife, and also...

it has a light stock that the Saltefia ones don't have.

Okay.

Let's try another one.

You were lucky.

- Lucky? - Come on.

Tucumana, also. I can smell it.

- Can I take this off? - No. Wait.