is seven and a half of a hot afternoon the last day of March, two thousand eleven. At the entrance to the ICU of Hospital de Motril, we strive to a few people, put us some plastic booties and a green gown pa ra visit our loved ones that you struggle to survive. Activity
slowly into the room and look for my Carmen. In an area near a window is the paragraph Atossa lying in bed dozing ement lev and breathing hard.
two days ago they removed the respirator tubes and have now replaced the mask, which crushed the nose, a tube that provides oxygen. gently touched her anus m right and opens my eyes, aecia pr eyes, bright and beautiful.
try to tell me something that I can not understand, respirator tubes have had to do some damage in the throat and nasogastric tube does not help so he can talk. fail to understand, I can hardly say - not go -
- No my love, I'm not, I'll stay with you all the time.
I tell him not to speak, to no effort, that if I have to answer yes, close your eyes and if I have to say no, which fully opened.
- Do you love me, my life? - and I shut my eyes tight.
caress his swollen hand, run my fingers through his cheek flushed with a foot rest and start to talk about our grandson, when we had in ca sa late February, her beautiful face and angelic smile.
I say that soon is going to get well and return home to our room where we spent many hours together, watching or those cooking shows that are so fond. Search
Internet emos these places we travel, we call hotels to identify whether there is room for when we plan the trip ... and she smiles with a beautiful and happy laughter.
- Do you want the next trip to sea? - and closes his eyes tightly. - You know I thought? we're going to go to Almeria, on the edge of your sea and go to the fish market so you can make these dishes as rich and evening stroll along the shore, beside the waves, holding hands ... do you have to release the skirt and the jacket so beautiful that you've done.
smiles and tries to speak - No, do not tell me, do not force yourself, you know what I mean? - and closes his eyes tightly.
kiss his hand and stroked his hair messy.
I speak of our children, and his face lights up. Our children! the greatest treasure we have.
- Remember the Canteras beach in the Canary Islands, most beautiful Christmas with our children eh? - Back to accentuate her smile and squeezes my hand. - Yes, of course, equally pretty of this year, we've been with them at home, the case is to be together all ... and with little Mario ... You know what? when you pass a plant I bring the computer and connect to them to see the little guy ...
- You're beautiful! - I made a gesture as if to say ... if, of course, gorgeous - really these very pretty and I love you so much Carmenca, you're the best thing that has happened in my life, you're beautiful milk! - emphasizes her smile, that beautiful laugh, while you caress his cheeks.
Le Finisterre speak so excited that he did know, the beach of the Cathedrals of Rib adeo, we gobbled lobster in Santiago, walks along the beach of Altea, the scorpion fish that we ate on the beach of Albir and paella in the Malvarrosa Pepic in Valencia ... The time goes fast, as if time did not want us to continue inexorably together and get the announcement that I have to leave the premises, and again kissed her hand and forehead and slowly walked away from him without watching her while she makes a gesture of farewell to his swollen hand. 
at the exit and then take off my green robe, I look the clock and it's after eight-thirty. The next day another terrible peritonitis led back to the operating room on April 7 left me forever, after having given the forty-four happiest years of my life. Wonderful and beautiful woman, ideal companion, good conversationalist, cultured, loyal friend, passionate lover, loving mother, perfect wife ..., if it were possible I would have given half of the days I have left to live for if any happened to her together and hand, as I said with grace "You and I to pa my pa you toa"
Eutiquio is able to go, driving his BMW during a good stretch of road, behind a Mercedes Sunday without succumbing to the temptation to overtake. If at the end she decides to wait to have visibility to spare and when there is the slightest danger, it's time you choose to do, always leaving enough space to not overwhelm the car ahead. 
When Eutiquio hits the road, its primary objective is not to advance all Quisque , but that fits what the traffic offers and respected at all costs to other vehicles and the rules. He has never stepped on a continuous line, not break it not, but because it is forbidden. Eutiquio 
Eutiquio is very rare indeed and spends little gasoline, the car accelerates never in vain, respecting speed limits and delighted when at the entrance of Madrid, is stopped at a traffic light at his side, another BMW that forward all in Despeñaperros milk, no visibility and continuous, for, after boldly go all the way, be achieved at the entrance to Madrid. But not happy by the mere fact of having achieved but to see that it had not been stuck on the road. Eutiquio 
fun stop at these sites, especially when there is a bareto which take a resopón, but in no way going to find these positions some bargain souvenirs and ceramics. The paradox is that we bought a clay pot for use on the hob, a few weeks later, we find, much cheaper, in the Horseshoe Hardware Alcaudete. 
Once on the highway that took us to Almeria, we saw the amount of snow that shone on the tops of the mountains, heralding the cold days that remained. For some time we wanted to make this journey, through the capital, in order to eat tapas in one of the many sites in Almeria is, not too complicated to us, we went to the park recently built and has outputs Purchena the door. There is very close to the Plaza de las Flores, copada Torreluz by hotels, and in the tavern of one of them we got scarlet and gold. 
Our destination was the Hotel Hesperia Sabinal Roquetas, hotel has had better days, but still gives his own, careful cap management to keep it all year, with all that entails, so we will not complain. We plan to visit all the area within seven days we'll be staying at this place and that starts at the very moment of our arrival, so that first evening was devoted to explore the waterfront and the area of \u200b\u200bhousing estates, as they call it. 
I have lived in Almería between 1955 and 1965, there did throughout high school, and I never stopped going there because my wife is Almeria, so I know the area. I remember hitchhiking trip I made, with fifteen years, from Granada to Almeria on the coast and I can assure you from Balanegra to Almeria, through the Cañarete, was almost lunar landscape, even better, as in some western movies , where, in a desert flat with mountains in the background, is circulated through a long, narrow and bumpy road, crossed at times by those big balls of dried weeds and roots that the wind carries. under a sky scorching and where no other living creature that presaged the odd lizard. In the distance a small village where they gathered, a gas station, the small barracks of the Guardia Civil, a rickety roadside hotel and a few Cortijillos. It was not yet time greenhouses and farmers called "the zecanos" to arable land. I'm talking about the Ejido de Dalias in the sixties, nothing to do with the current Ejido, that despite the economic crisis, is an emporium of wealth and where there are more banks and savings banks per square kilometer of Andalusia. I reflect on this fact and ceases to amaze me that fifty years ago was the most poor and depressed area of \u200b\u200bAndalusia and is now the ultimate in greenhouse agriculture and tourist areas, leaving far behind other parts of Andalusia by sixties were considered wealthy, as the province of Jaén without going any further. 
El Ejido was that an ejido de Dalias and Dali is now almost the same as it was fifty years ago, so, paradoxes of life, one could say that Dali is a schedule or neighborhood of Ejido. 
The Town Hall Square, the Municipal Market, its bustling streets are long and impressive, full of shops and services left up to the idea that fifty years ago was quite a dry and lonely wasteland. 
The coast is Ejido Almerimar and I remember that back then there was almost nothing, especially when compared to the magnificent beach resort in which it has become. It has one of the most beautiful marinas I have seen and is a joy to stroll along the docks next the mooring of yachts. 
Today it is impossible to drive through that long and lonely road in the sixties, the whole area is a vast city, where no buildings are plastic, ie greenhouses, in which products are grown orchard takes European and English markets. I remember in the carreterilla of those times were, before boarding the Cañarete, a sign indicating that right was to Roquetas de Mar, without seeing or far off the population. Today there is a round plaza surrounded by large buildings, which indicates that it is an impressive avenue towards the center of the city and the coast. 
is impressive, from its well-kept avenues to major hotels, shopping centers, the Auditorium, the arena, the congress and its port are worth visiting, and we do several times during the week that we are in the area. In its market find "présules" as they call for peas and freshly caught without shelling. Delicacy to eat raw, garlic, tortilla or in any way. Nothing to do with green pellets those who sell frozen in supermarkets. Almería 
leave by the end Aguadulce, a secluded harbor and a coastal town with a pleasant promenade from which there is Roquetas de Mar, Aguadulce camp when I was a tender child of eleven years old. Needless to say no There was nothing all there today. Back 
