A date in Pontevedra: Deidre tells it all!
A date in Pontevedra with Chris Fulton: Deidre tells it all.
It was a typical rainy afternoon in Pontevedra, but at Café Moderno, the atmosphere was warm. Deidre, with a smile that reached from ear to ear, had her three friends mesmerized as she sipped her almond latte.
—Girls, I swear it looked like a movie! —Deidre exclaimed, almost jumping out of her chair.
Sandra, who was the most skeptical of the group, crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow.
—Really, Deidre? Chris Fulton? The Scottish actor? Come on now!
-Yes! —Deidre put a hand over her heart dramatically—. Listen, I'll tell you from the beginning.
Deidre related how she had met Chris Fulton, Sir Phillip Crane from The Bridgertons, when she was on holiday in Edinburgh. It had been in a pub full of charm and whiskey. Between laughter and glances, they had exchanged numbers. Deidre never thought that he would actually keep his promise to visit her in Pontevedra.
—And then, he calls me! He tells me: "Deidre, I want to know your city." And of course, I was thinking: "This is a dream or he's drunk." But, girls, he arrived. With a giant suitcase and his accent that melts me!
Luisa, always the romantic, sighed.
Deidre couldn't contain her laughter as she continued.
—First, I took him to the Plaza de la Leña. The poor guy kept saying, "It's so picturesque!" And I'm thinking, "Honey, if this sounds quaint to you, wait until you see the food." I took him to a tapas bar, and that's where the show began.
It turns out that Chris, used to the sophistication of London restaurants, had never tried octopus “á feira” style. Deidre convinced him that it was necessary.
—When the waiter served the first course andt the plate was in front of him, he looked at me as if I had put an alien in front of him. But he tried it, and he loved it! Although he didn't know how to use the toothpick and ended up messing his shirt.
-And? —Laura interrupted, always wanting the juicy details—. Was there a kiss or not?
Deidrerolled her eyes, but with a mischievous smile.
—Wait, we're not there yet. After eating, I took him to the old town. We were walking in the rain, and he was fascinated by the pedestrian streets. It said: "This is paradise, there are no cars." I told him: "Well, of course, Chris, here we walk properly."
—Surely you included your monologue about the urban planning of Pontevedra.
—Of course! —Deidre said proudly—. And he loved it! But the best was when we crossed the Burgo bridge and I told him about the pilgrimage to Santiago. There he became all reflective and told me: "Maybe I should do it one day." And I: "Well, of course, but not without me."
Luisa tapped the table a little.
—Deidre, get to the point! The romantic part!
Deidre lowered her voice, making everyone lean towards her.
—Well, after walking, I took him to my favorite place: Illa das Esculturas. It was already getting dark, and everything was so quiet… I explained the stories behind the sculptures, and he seemed more interested in looking at me than listening.
—As If I hadn't told you so! —Sandra shouted.
—And then, under one of those enormous trees, he suddenly takes me by the hand and says: "Deidre, I have never felt something so authentic." And I was thinking, "This guy has seen too many romantic movies." But girls, when he kissed me... I swear it was like… fireworks!
Luisa sighed again, while Sandra made a sarcastic vomiting gesture. Laura, however, was intrigued.
Deidre shrugged her shoulders with an enigmatic smile.
—That's for the next meeting, girls.
They all protested, but Deidre got up, grabbed her bag and headed towards the door, leaving them wondering.
—Oh, by the way! —he said before leaving—. Chris says he wants to come back. So go choose your best outfits!
The friends burst into laughter, while Deidre disappeared through the streets of Pontevedra, thinking about her date with that Scotsman who had turned a rainy afternoon into an unforgettable story.
