Hotel Trade 
remember my student years. At that time it worked and studied. I worked in many bars and restaurants in the summer and subject to availability throughout the year.
remember, of all people, very pleasantly, Hotel Trade, was located in the Plaza Mariano Granados, now occupied as the headquarters of Caja Duero, run by Mrs. Pascuala woman folksy, chatty and good. Tireless, always among the wood fires, gave the local a unique and genuine.
remember those who were going to eat every day, always at the same time and at the same table, the Lords of Edo, a couple super polite and cautious, Ms. Manolita, drivers and car collectors Logroño, which incidentally were them to me these joys Rioja fans that sometimes made you mourn, different representatives, one of Madrid who later spent time with her mother staying at the hotel, I sold one of the first watches with digits that were in Soria , but once you see it escacharró I could show off with the wig on my right wrist.
also remember as the day it was hake, to reach customers that Mrs Pascuala merluzón grab fresh, almost gave tail of 10 or 12 kilos, they threw them over his shoulder and gave a short walk around the restaurant table table after teaching it to everyone. The first time you smiled for the occurrence, and after you see it as something normal. It was a chicken that did not seem natural tomato chicken was delicious and the lamb I'm not because I'm starting to choke on saliva. All of a luxury to have known and have worked for her. You were one of his family and as such I was. Good memories.
At that time each summer thirty Americans came with Mr. Franco in front. Students were a group of Yankees who spent all summer studying Soria Castilian, took advantage of their stay to attend classes in the morning and soak up the culture and society Soria afternoon. Of course I was offered a stay of several months by the United States with all expenses paid so that I too could learn English site and I, silly me, I declined the invitation, something that I've regretted all my life. Studied literature and among the authors Becquer, if fell Soria Soria haunted by the wilderness as Machado and Gerardo Diego, if married Casta Esteban, caste had nothing more than the name, if from the Monastery of Veruela wrote Letters from my cell, if his rhymes are a wonder that must be periodically re-read that if some of their legends are set in the geography of Soria, as green eyes, the moonlight, the promise or the amount of the Souls.
And was the latter concrete recreated August night in Monte de las Animas, back at twelve o'clock at night with flashlight in hand, slowly read line by line legend. They told me a year to reach the burst section in which the Templars with their stark and bare bones also appeared a group of young horny covered of sheets that had the happy idea of \u200b\u200bgiving them a scare and I believe that they got it, fled in terror running up the city without daring to look back once. The next day they were still white. Although the story each year returned to repeat the reading of the legend in the same place, albeit with sentries posted on the hillside.
After time has gone by, and occasionally makes you relive the stories and commentary.
On another occasion I will tell you my experiences in Vienna with Adolf.
