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Porque tanto perderse, tanto buscarse, sin encontrarse, me

encierra los muros de todas partes.

Barcelona, te estás equivocando, no puedes seguir

intentando que el mundo sea otra cosa y volar como

mariposa. Barcelona, hace un calor que me deja.

cold inside with this addiction of living lying how beautiful your

sea would be if I knew how to swim Barcelona my

mind is full of faces of foreign people known,

unknown I've tried to be transparent I no longer exist

Barcelona

Vicky and Cristina decided to spend the summer in Barcelona.

Vicky was completing her master's in Catalan identity, which she had become

interested in through her great affection for the architecture of Gaudi.

Cristina. who spent the last six months writing, directing, and acting in a 12

-minute film which she then hated, had just broken up with yet another

boyfriend and longed for a change of scenery.

Everything fell into place when a distant relative of Vicky's family, who

lived in Barcelona, offered to put both girls up for July and August.

The two best friends had been close since college and shared the same tastes

and opinions on most matters, yet when it came to the subject of love, it would

be hard to find two more dissimilar viewpoints.

Vicky had no tolerance for pain and no lust for combat.

She was grounded and realistic.

Her requirements in a man were seriousness and stability.

She had become engaged to Doug because he was decent and successful and

understood the beauty of commitment.

Yeah, I miss you too.

Christina, on the other hand, expected something very different out of love.

She had reluctantly accepted suffering as an inevitable component of deep

passion and was resigned to putting her feelings at risk.

If you asked her what it was she was gambling her emotions on to win... she

would not have been able to say.

She knew what she didn't want, however, and that was exactly what Vicki valued

above all else.

Hello.

Oh, hello.

Hi. Hi.

I'm Vicki.

Yes, yes, Vicki. You're so grown up.

Hello. It's been a while.

It's so great to see you. Welcome to Barcelona. Hi, Christina. Oh, Christina.

I'm Judy.

This is your room.

Oh, perfect. I put you together.

Judy, thank you so much for having me here because I know, you know, it's so

last minute and you don't know me at all. To include me is just so sweet of

you. It's so nice to have a little action around here. It's been so quiet

since Arthur went off to college.

After the girls unpacked and Judy's husband, Mark, got home from the golf

course, lunch was served on the terrace.

Well,

we've really come to love it. It's pretty nice here. Well, he makes friends

with anybody, and he speaks a language, so he was like, whee!

You learned just fine.

So what do you do, Christina?

I am currently at Liberty.

Oh, come on. She made a film.

How exciting.

It's 12 minutes.

What was it about?

About? It was about why love is so hard to define.

Wow, that's a mighty big subject to handle in 12 minutes.

Vicki, you're getting your master's in something. Yeah, my master's in Catalan

identity. What do you plan on doing with that?

Oh, God, I don't know. Maybe teaching.

Maybe curating. Well, you don't have to do something, you know. But she's

marrying this wonderful man in the fall, and all of her conflicts will be

resolved when...

He makes her pregnant.

Well, now that Judy's decided your future.

To your summer in Barcelona. Welcome.

Salud. In the days that followed, Vicky and Cristina drank in the

artistic treasures of the city.

They particularly enjoyed the works of Gaudí and Miró.

Once, Mark and Judy invited Vicky and Christina to go sailing with them on

Mark's boat.

With Christina in mind, Mark and Judy asked along the son of one of his

business partners, an eligible young man Mark thought she might like. My dream is

to accumulate enough wealth and sail off to an island somewhere and spend the

rest of my days snorkeling.

I'm actually a snorkeling nut.

Unfortunately, Charles and Christina were not a match made in heaven.

Vicky, meanwhile, researched every aspect of Catalan life, even getting a

tour of the market and a local restaurant to delve into Catalan

cooking.

On balmy summer nights, the girls would sometimes go to hear Spanish guitar

music, which never failed to move Vicky in some magical way.

One evening, Mark and Judy took them to the opening of a friend's art gallery.

Many local artists and a number of collectors attended.

Do you like them?

I do. Thank you so much for taking us.

You know, we buy from this gallery. Mark has commissioned this artist to do this

series of pictures for his office walls.

Is that the artist over there? Where? In the red?

No, no, no, no, no. That's not... No.

Alfred is...

Oh, no, he's that gentleman in the linen coat right there.

That's him.

I don't know who that is.

Mark, who is that gentleman in the red shirt right there?

Who? The gentleman in the red shirt. Oh, he's a painter.

Remember Diego told us about him?

He had that fiery relationship with that beautiful woman who was nuts. Oh, my

God. There's the violent fighting.

Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes.

The messy divorce was in all the newspapers.

Oh, my God. Oh, yes.

His name is Juan Antonio Gonzalo, and he had this hot divorce, and she tried to

kill him, or he tried to kill her. What? It was this really big thing in the art

world. I can't remember the details, but he, you know, we don't move in those

bohemian circles, so I don't know.

Vicky and Christina left the art gallery and decided to go for dinner.

They strolled past the church in the wonderful summer night air while people

celebrated, finally winding up around midnight at a little restaurant.

Well, it's just nice to be able to not have to worry about if some place is

going to stay open. Yeah, but we probably should be worrying about our

dreams.

Who are you looking at?

Isn't that the painter that we just saw at the gallery?

Oh, yeah, right. He's the...

The painter with the bad divorce, Mark told us. It was half last night. He

keeps looking over here.

Well, that's because you keep provoking contact.

I'm not provoking contact. You are. You've been throwing little looks at him

all night.

I'm just drinking my wine.

Yeah, of course you are. You must be doing something because he's coming

over.

American?

I'm Cristina, and this is my friend Vicky.

What color are your eyes?

Uh, they're blue.

I'd like to invite you both to come with me to Oviedo.

To come where?

To Oviedo.

For the weekend.

We leave in one hour.

What? Where is Oviedo?

A very short flight. By plane?

What's in Oviedo?

I go to see a sculpture.

that it's very inspiring to me. Very beautiful sculpture.

You'll love it. Oh, right.

You're asking us to fly to Oviedo and back?

No, we'll spend the weekend.

I mean, I'll show you around the city and we'll eat well, we'll drink good

wine, we'll make love.

Yeah, who exactly is going to make love?

Hopefully the three of us.

I'll get your bill. Jesus, this guy. He doesn't beat around the bush. Look,

senor. Maybe in a different life.

Why not?

Life is short.

Life is dull.

Life is full of pain. And this is a chance for something special.

Right. Who exactly are you?

I am Juan Antonio.

And you are Vicky.

And you are Cristina. Right?

Or is it the other way around?

Yeah, but, you know, it could be the other way around, because, frankly, it

doesn't matter, because either of us will do to keep the bed warm. You know,

I get it.

Well, you're both so lovely and beautiful.

Yeah, thank you, but we do not fly off to make love with whoever invites us to

charming little Spanish towns.

Does she always analyze every inspiration until each grain of charm

is, I don't know, squeezed out of it?

I guess I have to say that I'm... My eyes are green, actually.

Oh, God. Look, I wouldn't call our reluctance to leap at your sexual offer

being over-analytical. If you would care to join us for some recognized form of

social interaction like a drink, then we'd be fine. But otherwise, I think you

should try, you know, offering to some other table.

What offended you about the offer?

Surely not that I find you both beautiful and desirable.

Offending me? No.

It's very amusing, galling, to be honest. But, uh... Is it my imagination,

or is it getting a little late? I would love to go to Oviedo.

What? Are you kidding me? I think it would be so much fun. I think we should

go. I would love to go.

Christina, can we discuss this some other time?

You know, when I saw you across the room at the art gallery, I noticed you have

beautiful lips.

Very full, very sensual.

Thank you. Okay, okay, look, you know, if you want to go... I can't guarantee

the lovemaking because I happen to be very moody.

Let's not negotiate like a contract.

I came over here with no subterfuge and presented my best offer.

Now I hope you will discuss it and give me the pleasure to take you with me to

Oviedo. I have the good fortune to borrow my friend's plane.

It's just big enough for the three of us, and I'm a very good pilot. Oh, it

sounds very safe.

Think it over.

I hope you're joking about going.

My God, this guy is so interesting. Interesting? You're kidding. What's so

interesting? He wants to get us both into bed.

You know, but he'll settle for either, and in this case, you.

Vicki, I'm a big girl, okay?

If I want to sleep with him, I will. If not, I won't.

Christina, he's a total stranger.

This is impulsive even for you. And, if I heard right, he was violent with his

wife. Well, at least he's not one of those factory-made zombies, you know? I

mean, this would be a great way to get to know him. No, it's not. I'm not going

to Oviedo with this charmingly candid wife-beater.

You find his aggressiveness attractive, but I don't.

He's certainly not handsome.

Well, I think he's very handsome. He's got a great look. I mean, he's really

sexy. Mm-hmm. Well, you would, because you're, you know, you're a neurotic.

Look, you gotta admire his no-bullshit approach.

What are you talking about? It's all bullshit. I'm not going to Oviedo. First

off, I never heard of Oviedo. I don't find him winning. Third, even if I

wasn't engaged and was free to have some kind of dalliance with a Spaniard, I

wouldn't pick this one.

Hello?

Hi. Oh, hi. I can't talk right now. I'm trying to save Christina from making a

potentially fatal mistake.

What?

No, the usual.

Yeah, I'll call you back.

I love you too.

If we go back to the house now, we can just throw some things in a bag and then

we'll meet him there.

Look, I took an instant liking to this guy.

I mean, you know, he's not one of these cookie-cutter molds.

You know, he's creative and he's artistic.

Cookie-cutter mold?

Is that what you think of Doug?

Doug? Who said anything about Doug?

It's ridiculous. You like the way it sounds to pick up and fly off in an

airplane. I know. I don't know why I'm so scared unless I'm scared of myself.

It's a mistake, Christina.

They predicted a little storm out of the town, out of Oviedo, but it's nothing

serious. Don't you worry, really. As you can see here, there it says. Just a

little bumping, right?

Do you like to fly it?

No, thank you.

I mean, it's easy.

Even easier than a car. Try it.

By early morning, they had reached their destination and proceeded to a hotel

that Juan Antonio had selected for them.

Vicky made sure she and Christina had their own room and Juan Antonio had his.

If he was disappointed, he hid it well.

After freshening up, he took them to see the sculpture that was so meaningful to

him. Are you very religious?

No, no, no. No, I'm not.

The trick is to enjoy life, except that it has no meaning whatsoever.

No meaning? You don't think that authentic love gives life meaning?

Yes, but love is so transient, isn't it?

It was.

In love with the most incredible woman.

And... And in the end...

Yes? She put a knife into me.

My God, that's terrible.

Well, maybe you did something to deserve it.

Juan Antonio took his guests for lunch.

They discussed art and romance.

He was full of stories about Maria Elena, his ex-wife, whom he both

criticized and idolized.

He proved to be a good host, and in the afternoon he took them to see the local

sights, where they enjoyed hearing about the city, and took photos.

Later, they bought candy and cakes at a charming sweet shop, which were homemade

and delicious.

They continued to document their trip, and while Vicky remained skeptical,

Christina had a wonderful time.

The question of sleeping together did not come up until that night, and Juan

Antonio was a little drunk.

All right.

Well, now that the day's almost over, is it reasonable of me

to ask you if you'll both join me in my room?

Oh, come on. I thought we'd settled that.

He's just trying to say that she's engaged to be married. That's all.

Great. Then these are her last days of freedom.

No. Look, I'm not free.

I'm committed.

You know what my theory is? And when I drink, I get brutally frank. I...

I think that you're still hurting from the failure of your marriage to marry

Elena, and you're trying to lose yourself and empty sex.

Empty sex?

Do you have such a low opinion of yourself?

You're just saying that it has to have meaning for her, that's all.

I mean, the city's romantic, the night is warm and balmy.

We are alive.

Isn't that meaning enough?

Hey, look, I just came along to keep Christina company. I'm engaged to be

married. I have a handsome, lovely fiancé who I make love with and also

holds a very real place in my heart. And to be perfectly frank, Juan Antonio, if

I were the type of person that played around, I don't think it's in the cards

for us. So, I'm tired, I haven't slept in 24 hours, and that is exactly what

I'm going to do.

And you?

I'll go to your room, but you have to seduce me.

Hello. Hello.

I am just here to have a quick drink to say thank you, and then I'm going to go

back to my room.

All right.

Did you act in a small film you made?

Did I act? Yeah, I acted. Why?

I hope you were more convincing than you are when you pretend to have come here

for one quick drink.

I am here to go to bed with you. You're right.

So you're pretty much home free.

Unless you blow it.

Blow it? Yeah.

Blow it. You mean ruin the moment?

Yeah. And how would I do that?

Um... I don't know. It could be anything from some mean comment to

wearing the wrong kind of shorts.

Although, somehow by looking at you, I think you're wearing the right kind of

shorts.

You're very hard to please.

Yeah, well, I am famous for my intolerance.

Yeah?

What do you want in life besides a man with the right shorts?

I know I'm not going to settle till I find what I'm looking for.

Which is what?

Something else.

I want something different. Something more.

Some sort of counterintuitive love.

Meaning?

Meaning.

I don't know.

I don't know what I want. I only know what I don't want.

If you don't start undressing me soon, this is going to turn into a panel

discussion.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine. I'm fine. It's something I hate.

What's wrong? Can I get you anything?

Uh-huh.

No, I... I shouldn't be drinking.

What happened?

I'm gonna be sick.

It's a roll, sir.

And perhaps a little foot poisoning.

Maybe both.

God, both?

She must just read. Okay. Not eat.

Yeah, rest.

With Christina stuck in bed, Vicky was anxious to get back to Barcelona and in

no mood to sightsee.

Uh-huh. Oh, okay. Well...

When he gets out of his meeting, can you get him to call me on my cell?

Yeah, I'm still stuck in Oviedo.

But sightsee is what they did.

I feel very sorry about Christina. Oh, come on. Don't pretend concern.

I'm sure that you kept encouraging her to drink, as you did to both of us

throughout dinner.

But I can hold my liquor.

She never mentioned her ulcer.

No, no, because...

She's a mental adolescent, and being romantic, she has a death wish.

So for a brief moment of passion, she completely abandons all

responsibilities.

After lunch, Juan Antonio took Vicky to see the old lighthouse at Aviles, which

she found very beautiful.

I was born near here, and it would be a sin if I came out here without paying a

visit to my father.

Would be that boring to you?

No.

No. I think that that would be the first genuinely interesting proposition you've

made me. I would love to see your father and his house.

Hola, hijo.

How is that? Oh,

you

know, if we carry on, I don't think it's going to... That's fine. That was great.

He speaks no English.

Entiendo un poquito de español, ella. No importa.

I'm sure my Spanish is going to go.

He refuses to speak any other language, and that's an important point with my

father, actually. It is? Why?

Because he's a poet, and he writes the most beautiful sentences in the Spanish

language, but he, I don't know, he doesn't believe that a poet should

pollute his words by any other tongue, which is quite a... No, it makes sense.

I understand, because of the translation and...

Things you might lose.

I mean, I took some Spanish.

Of course, I have no flair for languages. I read it much better than I

speak it.

Maybe I could read your father.

No, but he doesn't publish. That's the point. Why not?

I'll explain later.

Do you want some cognac?

Yes, thank you. Just a very, very little.

Un poquito.

Te veo bien. Tienes cara de salud, papá.

Sí, tú también. Te ves saludable.

This was my favorite place to come and read when I was young.

And, yes...

I wanted to be a writer, not a painter. Painting came later.

And I wanted to play music, too.

I mean, all I knew is that I was full of, I don't know, real emotion, and I

had to find a way to express it.

Christina says the same thing.

Christina's a very interesting girl. Want to sit?

Yeah.

So, uh, tell me, why won't your father publish his poems?

Well, because he hates the world.

and that's his way of getting back at them to create beautiful works and then

to deny them to the public which i think it's what

makes him so angry toward the human race because after thousands of

years of civilization they still haven't learned to love they returned to the

hotel christina was feeling better but far too shaky and needed more rest

Vicki and Juan Antonio dined together at a lovely little restaurant.

She was more relaxed than at lunch and had just finished a great deal of wine.

This time, she was enjoying the conversation.

Hello?

Hey.

Did I get you at a bad time, babe?

Oh, hi. No, I'm just about to eat. Can I call you back?

Okay, let me just say one thing. Paul and Marianne said they found a house up

where they are that they like even better than the one in Bedford Hills.

Oh, yeah? Well, you're breaking up a little.

Babe? Babe, call me later, but this house is a pool and a tennis court,

okay? We can both take lessons from Paul's instructor.

Okay, I'll call you back. I can't hear you.

I love you.

Oh, God.

Connection's terrible.

Here.

What is this wine? It's delicious.

It's all right.

Was that your fiancé?

Yes, yes.

Why were you so nervous speaking to him?

Was I nervous?

Yes, you turned red.

Well, I'm sure it's the wine.

Would he be upset if he knew we were dining together?

No, not at all. Are you kidding?

I mean, I don't think he'd love the...

basic concept of me sitting with a man drinking wine over candlelight, but he

quickly realized there'd be nothing to worry about, so... Would you ever

withhold your work from the public out of rage?

No, no, no, I'm not like my father.

I told you, I... affirm life despite everything.

Right, right.

Well, I'd be curious to see your work.

Really?

Why? I mean, you are so disapproving of me.

Well, I've gotten to know you better, and, you know, it'd be interesting, and

after all, you are a Catalan painter, and that's my subject.

What gave you such an interest in Catalan culture?

Well, I fell in love with Gaudi's church when I was 14, and one thing led to

another.

And you also admire Spanish guitar, I hear.

Yes, yes.

I love the guitar.

Would you like to go to hear some wonderful guitar tonight?

Tonight? Well,

it's a little late, and, you know, I'm a little wobbly from the wine.

You said you could hold your alcohol.

Besides, we leave tomorrow.

Okay, sure.

That was, uh, that was unbelievable.

Thank you. Thank you. I was looking at your face, and you looked very moved.

Yes, yes. A few times I saw you look like that.

Right, and Mary Elena, I'm sure.

Oh, well, yes, maybe a Mary Elena. When she saw or heard something that moved

her, yes.

You're still in love with her.

No, I'm not.

I'm not.

That confirms it.

No, she always be a part of me, and she's an important person in my life.

But for the two of us, something was not working.

What element?

We never found out.

You... You said you were looking at my face.

Why?

Why were you looking at mine?

Was I?

You probably saw my tears.

Yeah, I'm a little out of control.

I was looking at your face because I find it very beautiful.

You do.

Of course I do.

Of course I do. And you know I do.

On the trip home, Vicky, who had mentioned nothing to Christina, was

silent. Christina, on the other hand, talked nervously.

I must apologize to both of you for ruining the whole weekend. I'm

completely mortified. I'm humiliated. I don't know whether it was the wine. It

could have been the shellfish because, you know, I have this ulcer.

And I just thank God you knew enough sites to keep Vicky occupied.

You know, I have these horrible nightmares that you would be like oil

and water, hating every minute of being together.

I just couldn't move.

Vicky buried herself in work at the library.

She put foolish ideas out of her head and concentrated on her thesis.

But she found her thoughts frequently returning to Oviedo.

Cristina, searching for a means of self-expression, wandered the streets of

Barcelona, experimented with her latest passion, photography, and believed that

she had made a fool of herself exactly at the moment of truth with Juan

Antonio.

And then, 48 hours later, Christina came to Vicki with an announcement.

Vicki, he called!

What? Who?

Juan Antonio, he called me just now.

Juan Antonio called you? Yeah, he wants to see me, take me to some vineyard,

some wine tasting or something. I said absolutely.

A wine tasting?

But what about your ulcer?

Oh, no, no, it's fine. A little wine's not going to hurt me. I mean, the point

is that he wants to see me.

Isn't that great? Yeah, yeah.

Believe it, I never thought he was going to call.

It's great.

I'm happy for you.

That night, the two women had trouble falling asleep.

Christina sat in the kitchen drinking coffee and working on her poetry.

Vicky, too, was lost in memories of a night that now seemed more and more

unreal.

Hello? Hey, babe.

Did I wake you?

No, no, no, no.

I was just going to sleep.

I'm sorry I called so late. I had to get out of the office, get some air, get

some coffee, and I had this great idea. Check this out.

Dad has contacts in the American Embassy in Spain, right? I thought I could come

early, work from there on my computer, and the two of us could get married in

Barcelona.

You said it was a romantic spot. You know, we'll just do a quick city hall

type thing. Of course, we'll do it all over again in New York, and, you know,

we'll have a huge blowout for our families and friends, but I thought it'd

be fun. What do you think?

What? To get married here?

Yeah, why not? It'd be great to tell our kids we married in Spain, and I'm

telling you, Dad's friends will make it real easy for us.

Oh, I... I don't know what to say.

I... You don't sound bowled over.

No, it's, uh... It's just a surprise.

So, look, we're going to marry in the fall anyway, and we're going to do that

too, I promise.

Yeah, so what's the point?

The point is it's different. It's exciting. I told the idea to Ken and

Alice. I called them earlier, and they said they wish they'd done it. I mean,

you know, in London, in their case, but they were excited.

Well, I... You sound a bit reluctant.

Me? No.

Why would I be?

I think it's a fine idea.

I think it's great. It's a great idea.

Yeah, yeah. No, I think it's going to be good. Listen, I'm going to call you

tomorrow. I woke you up. I'll give you more details tomorrow. I love you so

much.

Juan Antonio took Cristina to a wine tasting.

After, he took her back to his house, a lovely place he had purchased from

another painter years ago and which served as his home and his studio.

He showed her his work, which delighted her.

She loved the colors and the wild emotional way he applied the paint to

the canvases.

From there, it was only one floor up to his bedroom.

He told her of his marriage to Maria Elena and their deep love and their

terrible fights.

He told Cristina he had not wanted to make love with anyone else in the

bedroom they shared, till now.

This time, Cristina kept her food down.

Juan took Cristina out several more times.

They went to see a new sculpture by a friend of his.

He showed her some of his favorite parts of the city, where she took photographs.

Juan Antonio was friendly with all the whores and thought they would make

wonderful subjects.

He encouraged Christina's work, although she was always too shy to allow him to

see it.

He took her to lunch with his friends, who were poets and artists and

musicians.

Christina held her own quite well.

Meanwhile, one day, going to study yet again the Park Güell, which Gaudi had

designed and which figured quite prominently in her thesis, Vicky had a

chance encounter.

Vicky.

Hello. How are you? My goodness, what are you doing here?

Nothing, just doing some sketches.

Oh, right.

Well, I I didn't mean to disturb you so disturbing no, how could you disturb me?

We never had a chance to say a proper. Goodbye.

Oh Well, you could have called me I Yeah, I

debated it but I didn't think there was much point Maybe you never found

not to say anything. I mean Thank you. It was fun. I mean you don't make love

to someone and then never call them unless you were greatly disappointed.

Quite the opposite.

But you have plans to marry and I thought it best to stop anything before

it led to a bad situation for everyone.

Yeah, well, I'm only saying that we made love and you seem to drop off the face

of the earth. I mean, I realize these things don't mean much to you.

I mean, to pursue matters would have only caused you anxiety and for me a

disappointment.

I had the ability to hurt you after one night.

Marielena used to say that only unfulfilled love can be romantic.

Right. Okay.

Well, the truth is you're much more suited to Cristina.

I've grown very fond of Cristina.

So, um...

Very happy for you and your husband-to-be.

And I, for you and Christina.

Bye.

Bye.

And so the morning came when Vicky's husband-to-be arrived from New York.

Juan Antonio, like certain creative men, needed always to live with a woman and

had invited Cristina to move in with him, which she accepted.

So you're with Global Enterprise?

Yes. You know, Tom Sutter's an old friend of mine. Oh, you know Tom Sutter?

We play golf.

You do? Yeah. I got some stories. You know, Tom has never been... Oh, well,

he's not the greatest player in the world.

My God.

You're a whole different person here.

What does that mean?

You were so into it.

What? Am I not usually?

Yeah, of course you are.

I'm giving you a compliment.

Maybe it's the Barcelona hair.

Can you hold me?

You okay?

Yeah.

Yeah.

How's Christina doing?

Oh, you know, she's already moved in with some guy. That was quick. Don't

tell me he's a bullfighter. No.

Writer, composer, tortured pseudo-intellectual and self

-destructive. Yeah, I know. Sometimes she gets on my nerves with her crackpot

love affairs.

Look, I love her because she's your friend, but I've often warned you about

her. She's an unhappy person.

She can't part with that self-image she has of the oh-so-special woman, the

artist trying to find herself. I find her contempt for normal values

pretentious. It's a boring cliche.

Yeah, well, men like her. Well, she's pretty.

And not exactly difficult to maneuver into the sack.

Now you, on the other hand, took a little effort to get to bed.

Hey, but it was worth the struggle.

Yeah? Yeah.

So Juan Antonio wants to take me to this old amusement park that he said that I

would love, and I thought that we could just get lunch, all of us, and then we

could all see it together.

What, tomorrow for lunch?

We can't. We have plans.

Oh, no, no, no. No, we can always go boating with Mark and Judy. I'd like to

go with Christina and Juan Antonio. I really want to go boating.

Yeah, that would be great.

Tomorrow. Okay.

The two couples met for lunch.

and during the course of conversation, an awkward moment occurred.

Juan Antonio, having warm thoughts about Cristina, tried to brush his foot

against hers under the table and accidentally brushed Vicky's.

The amusement park was everything Juan Antonio led them to believe.

It was antique and charming and overlooked all of Barcelona.

I see why you love your fiancé. He's very charming. Yes, yes, he's lovely.

And very well suited to you.

I don't think I like the way you say that.

No, I only mean that you make a comfortable couple in the best sense.

Look, you don't understand. I can't do anything about it now. I'm not saying

the thought hasn't crossed my mind, but I... We must not get into this

conversation again, all right? Things have moved on and I've developed real

feelings for Christina.

What are you...

Why did you rub your foot against mine under the table?

I didn't.

Yes. I didn't. Yes, when I looked over at you.

No, no, if I did, it was a mistake. I mean, my intention was to touch

Christina.

Oh.

Okay, I...

I'm sorry. I apologize for my mistake.

I'm sorry. It was my mistake. But listen. No, I'm... Listen, listen. You

are all set to enter a completely different life. A life you always

wanted. Yes, yes, goddammit. And then I know. And then I met you and we had this

ridiculously irrational weekend together. And now I... I don't know

where I am.

Please.

I'm with Christina. And you're going to get married in two weeks.

Vicky.

Yeah, I know.

I know you're right.

Christina loves you.

I would never... Yes, and Christine and I are a good fit. She speaks my

language. You and I, I don't know, we'd be at each other's throats in a month.

Right? Yeah.

Look, maybe our paths will cross again someday under different circumstances,

and who knows about life.

Yeah, you're right. You're right, I'm an idiot.

I don't know what I expect to happen.

And so the wedding day came, and Vicky married Doug.

Christina was there.

She did not bring Juan Antonio, who made an excuse.

Following the ceremony, the bride and groom left for a mini honeymoon in

Seville.

Meanwhile, Christina began to sense the possibility of the kind of relationship

she had always sought, but in the past had eluded her.

She was the lover of an exciting man, an artist whose work she believed in.

She was already thinking of herself as a kind of expatriate, not smothered by

what she believed to be America's puritanical and materialistic culture,

which she had little patience for.

She saw herself more a European soul, in tune with the thinkers and artists she

felt expressed her tragic, romantic, free-thinking view of life.

With Juan Antonio's circle of friends she hobnobbed with creative people of

all sorts She loved their company and continued to experiment with writing and

taking pictures

You had a good time?

Yeah, I mean, Seville is breathtaking. We ran into some friends from New York,

got a chance to spend some time with them, which was great. A little too much

time. Oh, you're just angry because they beat our brains out at Bridge. Well, I

don't like Bridge. I don't like it. What is this? Right here, attention please.

Christina and Juan Antonio sent you this wedding gift.

When I found out that she was seriously dating Juan Antonio, I couldn't believe

it. Just what we need, a Rorschach blot.

You know, I don't think I like it.

We'll buy you one of Alejandro's.

She tried to kill herself.

What? Is she okay?

Uh, yes.

Yes, I think so. I have to go.

Where are you going?

Uh, I'm going to the hospital.

Should I come with you?

No, no, I don't think that would be a good idea for her. She's a mess.

Well, all right. Well, call me if you want me to come.

Okay, of course.

Juan Antonio hurried out in the dead of night.

Christina tried to go back to sleep, but had an uneasy feeling.

She dozed restively, but awoke at the darkest hour.

I'm just up here making coffee.

Is everything okay?

Hi, Christina. This is Maria Elena.

Here, you have to speak English.

Please. I'm embarrassed.

Okay. Oh, no.

Please don't feel embarrassed. Can I get you anything at all?

Vodka. Vodka?

Are you going to drink a vodka now?

With all the pills you've taken, are you going to drink a vodka now?

Are you crazy or what's wrong with you? I want to take a shower, Juan Antonio.

Can I? I want to take this off.

In English. In English, Marielena. When you are here, you have to speak English.

All right? You want to take a shower? You go there, in the guest room.

What's going on?

Huh? Is everything okay?

I think she's okay, yeah.

I mean, uh... Things didn't work out for her in Madrid,

and...

She came back on the bus tonight alone.

Her whole world looked black and all her plans had come to nothing.

She overdosed in the bus terminal. Oh my God, that's terrible.

Yeah, she has to stay with us.

What? She's going to stay with us? Yeah, she has to stay with us. I mean, she has

no money, she has no one capable of caring for her.

And I always... I was always...

her connection to the real life.

Uh-huh, I understand. But, I mean, how can she stay here?

You know, I think... I think that she can't be trusted to stay alone. That's

the problem, because, I mean, even if... Let me think. Even if I... If a place

could be worked out... Well, maybe she needs psychiatric help.

Yeah, she's always had bad experiences with doctors. I understand, but where is

she going to stay? In there.

Shit.

Fucking shit.

Her beauty took your breath away. Yes, I know. And she was so talented. She was

so brilliant. She was so sensual. I mean, she chose me from a hundred men

ready to kill for her. Uh-huh.

We were both sure that our relation was perfect, but there was something

missing, you know? Like, love requires such a perfect balance.

It's like the human body. It may turn that you have all the vitamins and

minerals, but if there is a minus single...

tiny ingredient missing like like like like like salt for example

one dies.

Salt?

And who is she?

She's the woman I live with and you have to speak English around her, please.

Because of her? Yes, exactly. Out of courtesy.

I don't trust Juan Antonio.

You always had paranoid ideas about every

woman I've ever known.

Well, she's quite intelligent and she's a

free thinker like you.

Like me? Yes.

No, that's not true, Marilena. No, that's not true. I was at a wedding a

few weeks ago with a woman who was the antithesis of you, an American woman,

and we had something... Something beautiful happened to her, so it's not

true. I don't care. I don't care.

You'll always try to imitate what you did with me. You know it. Please, here

in this house, speak English. That's all I ask, all right? No, it's like that.

Why are you getting so angry at me? Why are you getting so angry at me? Listen,

listen. Why were you thinking about killing yourself?

I mean, what stupid idea did cross on your mind?

I mean, try to kill yourself for Christ's sake.

Stay here until you get back on your feet and then I beg you, please, get out

of my life.

You're too damaged.

And you love that.

Speak

English.

I don't like her for you. I don't trust her.

And you know I always have your best interest.

Well, not when you try to kill me.

That. Yeah, that. That small detail, yes.

I mean, you... You are suspicious of her because she is now my lover. I mean,

it's so obvious.

More coffee?

Yes, please.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

Here's your sugar.

No, thank you.

I thought we could go for a ride to the countryside later.

I mean, the weather is beautiful.

In English.

Oh, no, it's fine.

You speak no Spanish.

No, I studied Chinese.

Chinese?

Why? I thought it sounded pretty.

Say something in Chinese.

Me?

Ni hao ma?

You think that sounds pretty?

Well... Maybe not the way I'm pronouncing it, of course, but...

Speak English, Marlena.

Speak English.

I'm sorry, I'm nervous today. I had bad dreams.

Would you like to paint?

Oh, do you paint also?

Ask him.

Ask him. He stole everything from me. His whole style.

She likes to make up these stories.

Juan Antonio, your whole way of seeing is mine.

Well, I'm not saying that you are not influential.

Influential. Yes.

Influential. Yes, influential, but to say that I stole your style...

Hypocrite, hypocrite, hypocrite.

To say that I stole your style is too delusional.

It's okay.

We painted together for many years and you adopted my vision, like you, and

that's it. Well, this is a story that you invent, that you like to tell, but

it's not true.

She always had problems with reality, and I'm not going to get angry. I'm not

going to get angry.

Okay, what did they say in art school? They said I was a genius, right? I

always encourage your talent.

Not talent. I'm not talking about talent. I said genius.

Genius.

I came close to killing for you.

You came close to killing me with a chair.

I was defending myself, and you had a razor, and you were drunk.

With Eraser and Rachel.

Never.

You wanted to kill me for looking? I see

you with someone else now and I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm civil. What else do you

want?

As the days passed, Christina observed Maria Elena and Juan Antonio and found

the heart more puzzling than ever.

Where were you?

Were you waiting?

Yeah, I was trying to.

I'm so curious.

Does she really think that you stole from her?

Uh... Well, um...

I guess I took more from her than I'd like to admit, I guess.

That's why I'm always so sensitive when she brings it up.

I feel kind of sad.

Why? Because I feel like I'm never going to be able to influence you or inspire

you in any way.

That's not true. That's how I feel.

That's not true.

That's not true. I never heard this piano sonata.

Until you play the recordings for me, and now I can't stop listening to it.

No? No.

Well, that makes me happy.

What?

Maybe it's not a good idea here.

What? I mean, she's been better lately, and I don't want to upset her.

Of course, no.

It was at Vicky's afternoon language class, which she took several days a

week to improve her Spanish, that she met Ben, a young man who couldn't stop

noticing her and started to chat her up each day.

Yeah, I can't believe they hired me at the consulate because my Spanish is less

than perfect, to say the least. No, I think it's good.

It's good.

It's all right.

Are you enjoying your time in Barcelona?

I would if I had more friends.

Right. Yesterday, I walked from the beach up to Park Guell in search of

Gowdy.

Hey, you want to see a movie?

A movie?

Wednesday afternoon.

Uh, yeah.

The movie was a great success, and Ben proved to be very good company for

Vicky.

One afternoon, they ducked into a store to buy some cherries, and when the

storekeeper took a phone call in the back, he couldn't resist taking her

hand.

Uh, no, don't.

No?

No.

You do know that I'm recently married.

Yeah.

I guess I was under the impression that maybe you jumped into it too quick.

Maybe you regret it.

Have I implied that?

Unless I read into it.

No, I shouldn't tell you this.

You know, I was always someone who thought I knew exactly what I wanted.

But you didn't.

Well, no, I met somebody else, and I'm not going to get into that story.

So this guy you met?

The guy is living with my best friend.

You know, what am I talking about? When I hear myself, it's just crazy. I just

married the guy I wanted.

Did you?

I thought so.

So, what happened?

One goddamn weekend in Oviedo.

Christina, Juan Antonio, and Maria Elena went riding in the country.

Maria Elena had decided they would all cook a big dinner together, and she

insisted they pick fresh blackberries.

Here, like that. Can you get some... What's wrong? What's wrong?

What, what, what?

What happened?

Wait, no, sit down. Sit, sit, sit, sit, sit, sit, sit, sit, sit.

Is it your upper or your lower?

Here. Here? Yeah.

Hold on, wait.

Let me... Here, let me... You want

some aspirin?

I have aspirin in my bag.

All right. Okay.

You relax. I'll be right back.

So in his head, he has so much tension No to the world. He's carefree. Nothing

matters life is short and with no purpose kind of thing But all his fear

just goes to his head You know,

she she plays piano No, I Didn't know is that why you have a piano

in the house?

Well, I could have been a concert pianist Yeah, she could have. I mean, no

one plays Scarlatti like Maria Elena.

She understands Scarlatti. Am I right?

Do you play music?

No, I just have to come face to face with the fact that I am not gifted, you

know? I can appreciate art and I love music, but it's sad, really, because I

feel like I have a lot to express and I am not gifted.

But you do have talent.

No. Yes.

What's my talent?

You take beautiful photographs.

That's true. She always takes pictures that she hates from me.

That's... No, that's because they're nothing. How do you know I take

pictures? I found them in your luggage.

You went through my luggage?

Of course I went through your luggage.

First night I was in the house, I didn't trust you. I didn't believe you were who

you said you were.

I wanted to know who was really sharing the bed of my ex-husband.

What?

Who knew what I would find there? How could I be sure you were not going to

hurt me?

After all, I have thoughts of killing you.

The

next

day, Maria Elena went out photographing with Christina.

She had a superb eye and knew a lot about the art of photography and taught

Christina much about the aesthetics and subtleties of picture-taking.

She advised her to get rid of her digital camera and use an old one for

more interesting results.

She said it was important to have a dark room and that she would set one up in

the basement for Christina and teach her various techniques of developing her own

pictures.

They photographed everything from silly-looking dogs to grim-faced

children.

But the best subject was Maria Elena herself.

Shopping one afternoon, Vicky and Doug ran into Adam Tabachnik and Sally.

Adam was in the same business Doug was in, and they were friendly, although in

New York, they did not spend a lot of time together.

Any program on TV, obviously anything live, you can play it back on your

computer. So I'm on a flight to Tokyo. I'm 40,000 feet up in the air, and I am

watching... the mets live on my laptop it's amazing you're never out of touch

we're gonna have the new house wired for everything i'm looking at those new

japanese high definition tv screens you've gotta have my guy do your

installation he's just a genius with computers and his card we just did our

place and greenwich you have to see it we have we have this wonderful decorator

he should use he's um he's creative but he knows when to back off we did it uh

modern with just a splash of antiques here and there I love combining the two,

but God, the prices. Do you have any idea what a good-sized oriental rug

costs? She's right.

She's right. Actually, there's an old joke.

A hundred thousand for a Persian rug?

Life

continued

predictably for Vicky and Doug until one afternoon when an unpredictable moment

occurred.

Several days later, Judy asked Vicki to meet her privately away from the house

to have coffee.

What happened the other day, I... I don't want you to get the wrong idea.

No, no, no, look, it's really none of my business. I'm not having an affair with

Mark's partner.

I'm... I'm not. No, I didn't think you were.

Not that I haven't had fantasies of someone coming along and taking me out

of my situation, but, uh...

The fantasies are not J. Lewis, even though he would like that.

By taking you out of your situation.

Oh. I haven't... I haven't been in love with Mark for years. I love

him, but I'm not in love with him.

I'm sorry to hear that. It's funny. I just made... I just

made the same speech to my shrink.

What does your shrink say?

He says that I'm too frightened to act and that I'm

looking for some kind of magical solution, which is unrealistic and that

an affair is not the answer.

I'm sorry to be laying all of this on you, but I was so humiliated when you

saw us.

Doctor. I'm just...

Look, you mustn't feel like you have to explain yourself to me. I mean...

Mark is great.

I'm sure any... any dissatisfaction I have is my own problem.

I'm just, uh... I can't leave him, and I know that I never will.

Too scared.

And the moments passed.

It's so apparent to me that you and Juan Antonio are still in love when I see you

together. In love.

Our love will last forever. It's forever, but it just doesn't work.

That's why it will always be romantic.

Because it cannot be complete.

Or maybe it can't be complete because, you know, I'm getting in the way, or...

I don't know, I feel like... Before you... Before you, we used to cause each

other so much pain, so much suffering.

Without you, all this would not be possible.

You know why? Because you are the missing ingredient.

You are like the tint that added to the palette makes the color beautiful.

You know, aren't you and Juan Antonio tempted to make love?

I feel like... I don't know. At the end of our marriage, we didn't.

But I have to say those feelings are coming back now.

Thanks to you.

In a new and deeper way.

Well, I wouldn't be upset about it. I never want to get in the way. It

wouldn't upset me at all. I know you wouldn't be upset.

Same way I get this warm feeling when I hear you both locked in passion every

night.

I listen, and I'm happy.

Was Christina okay with it when Maria Elena and Juan Antonio made love one

afternoon?

Beforehand, she gave them both her blessing, but then had mixed feelings.

She was not quite as open-minded as she had always imagined herself, and the

thought of the two of them in bed and inevitably full of intensity caused her

some conflict.

In the end, she gradually relaxed and let herself go with the flow of things,

a tolerance she was proud of.

At first it did bother me, but then I started to think about all these

standard accepted cliches of love. You know, what's right, what's wrong, what's

appropriate according to the appropriate police.

And, you know, you see how screwed up most relationships are. So what you're

saying is you're sharing a man. You're like a Mormon wife.

I know it sounds strange, but... Actually, we all contribute to the

relationship, and we're all really nourished by it. But if everyone did

that, society couldn't function that way. Oh, come on. Come on, let's not get

into one of those turgid, categorical, imperative arguments. You know, Maria

Elena believes that there are many truths in life, not just one. I don't

know. I mean, babe, could you live like that? Well, I never had Christina's...

What? Christina's lack of structure? It's very structured, actually. Her

courage. I never had her courage. Her courage?

Courage? Next thing, she'll be going to bed with Maria Elena and glorifying it

as some kind of superior, alternative lifestyle.

Oh, I have gone to bed with her.

Oh. Yeah.

When?

Well, Juan Antonio and Maria Elena have made this a dark room for me. They're

both pushing me to take photographs, and actually, I'm getting pretty good.

Believe it or not, I'm getting much more confident.

And we were down there in the dark room, and I was just working on some of my

photographs, things that...

you know, I wouldn't have done if she hadn't inspired me.

And it happened very naturally for both of us.

You weren't nervous?

No, no. It was very loving and gentle.

Did you enjoy it?

Mm-hmm. I did.

And it was just the one time?

Yeah, yeah.

I mean, it just happened, you know? Not planning on making a habit out of it,

necessarily.

But if you...

Enjoyed it. I did. I did at the time. What did you tell Juan Antonio?

Yeah, of course. There's nothing to hide.

Would you say then you are a bisexual?

No, I see no reason to label everything.

I'm me, you know? And I've slept with Juan Antonio since and enjoyed that

experience very much.

It's a great story.

Yeah.

That's a great story.

Hey, look, I don't set myself up as a judge.

What are you thinking?

I don't know.

How quickly time passes.

Summer's almost over.

I'll be going home soon.

I thought you were still dwelling about your friend's little tale of lust in the

darkroom.

And speaking of darkrooms...

Over the next weeks, Christina became more and more sure of herself as a

photographer. Both Juan Antonio and Maria Elena contributed ideas and

support when she had doubts.

Thanks to their encouragement, photography was becoming a productive

interest in her life.

By now, she and Juan Antonio and Maria Elena had become lovers.

Everything seemed perfectly balanced, perfectly in tune.

Maria Elena was calm and relaxed.

Juan Antonio was going through a very creative period with his painting.

It was only Christina, as the last days of summer expired, who began to

experience an old familiar stirring, a growing restlessness that she dreaded,

but recognized only too well.

Suddenly, thoughts started taking precedence over feelings.

Thoughts and questions about life and love. And as much as she tried to resist

these ideas, she could not get them from her mind.

Finally, summoning her resolve, one evening after dinner, she made an

announcement that surprised everyone.

I don't want what my parents had. I don't want what I had before I came

here. I know that, but I know I can't live like this forever.

What do you want? I want something different.

What?

I don't know.

Not this.

There is no answer, Cristina. There is no answer.

Don't get so upset, please. And can you speak English? I can't understand you.

But if I speak English, please, so she can understand it, all right?

Yeah.

Chronic dissatisfaction. That's what you have.

Chronic dissatisfaction.

Big sickness.

Big release.

Do you know how much we love you? Yeah.

And I love you both.

No, you don't. No, you don't. It has nothing to do with that.

Please, please.

I just gotta get out of here for a few weeks and I just gotta clear my head.

It's not...

This is all my problem. It has nothing to do with you.

Come, come here.

Let's be thankful for all the good times that we've spent together, alright?

And remember each other with respect, alright? And love

and affection.

Right?

Christina told all that had happened to Vicky and said she was going to France

for a few weeks to think things out.

She would return to pick her up so they could go back to New York together.

So it's been Juan Antonio all this time? Look, I'm not going to do anything.

Forget I said. I just needed to tell someone, and we've become close. Why

don't you act on it? Act now?

Break up with Doug, who's really a sweet guy, and married me in good faith for

the... For what? For a bohemian Spanish painter with a passionate tie to an ex

-wife who probably doesn't even share my feelings, if he ever did. So...

God, who am I kidding?

But the dream is exciting. If I were you, I wouldn't waste another minute.

I'd get on it. Well, get on what?

Well, you're in love with him.

Do something or the years will pass by and you will be sorry, Vicki. No, no,

what are you saying?

Look, I can't risk everything. If Juan Antonio had never existed,

I'd be fine with Doug. Just fine? Yeah, as I planned.

How blunt do you want me to be? When I look at Doug, I see Mark.

Yeah, well, you're using me to rewrite your own history.

Despite Vicky's protestations, Judy was possessed with finding a way to bring

her and Juan Antonio together and prevailed upon her friend Gabriela, who

was a figure in the art world, to throw a party and invite Vicky and Juan

Antonio.

Meanwhile, as predicted... Without Cristina, the relationship between Juan

Antonio and Maria Elena had gone back to its old destructiveness.

As it happened before, by mutual consent, Maria Elena packed her things

and moved out of Juan Antonio's house.

He gets in very close.

He's a close dog.

He's a close dog.

That's probably why he's so successful.

I was telling her right over here that I'm actually very excited. I think he's

going to be a great contact.

He's going to go check out the food. Does anyone want any? No.

Thank you.

But he gets in your face. No, no, no. I mean, he'll get over it close.

Hello.

Oh.

Hello.

I'm surprised to see you.

As am I to see you, right?

I didn't think you liked parties.

Yeah, well, I really insisted I come and she's my old friend.

You know, of course, that Cristina and I are no longer together, right? Yes.

So now you're just with your ex-wife?

No, Marilena is gone as well.

For now.

It's funny.

Marilena and I, we are meant for each other and not meant for each other.

It's a contradiction.

I mean, in order to understand it, you need a poet like my father.

Because I don't.

How about you?

All goes well with your husband, I'm sure? Oh, yes.

Yes, he's wonderful.

He's terrific. I'm quite delighted with the way things turned out.

Why don't I believe you?

Don't become flirtatious.

You know, I realize your bed is empty now, and you always had a little yen for

me, but we're preparing to leave by the weekend, so I... Meet me for lunch.

I'm too scared.

No.

What?

You're breaking up, no?

that you're breaking up where are you okay that's better that's better you

just try to stand still can you hear me we have to get a bird for

mark and judy no we can't get them why not it's ridiculous they're beautiful i

always i always wanted a bird you know we should actually when we get home i'd

love to get like a bird for the new house yeah Yeah, you know, I'm leaning

towards Bedford Hills.

What do you think?

Yeah, yeah.

Hold on.

Hello?

Spend tomorrow afternoon with me.

Oh, no, it's not possible. We're preparing to leave by the weekend.

Be on the corner of Calle Tiles in Pedralbes, and I'll drive by, and I'll

pick you up at noon.

No, you're wasting your time. I can't talk now.

Look look, I'm not the kind of man who would try to come between a husband and

wife I'm not I'm not but you didn't ask call me and she tells me that you are

not happy That you are actually more in love with me than the man you married.

I Can't talk

Hey,

babe, what do you think?

Who was that?

Hmm? On the phone.

Oh, it was my language teacher.

Yeah?

He wants me to have a goodbye lunch with him tomorrow at noon.

Oh, that's perfect. I'm going to play golf with Mark in the morning.

I've been working on these ones lately.

It's very hard to explain a painting, right? No, you don't have to. It's

fascinating. It's fascinating.

This one actually should be the only way around.

I like it very much.

Can I, uh... Can I be frank about something?

Yeah. This one, it's, uh... It's, uh... There's something very frightening about

it. Uh, well, the other one is Maria Leonard. Right, well, that explains it.

It's very chaotic and erratic, almost.

But, uh... Oh, God, what am I doing?

I don't know what I expect to happen.

It's been a long time since...

We made love that night in Oviedo. Yes. And I've thought about it many, many

times. Yeah, well, I'm sure you weren't thinking about it when you were making

love to Cristina or Mary Elena.

I never lied to you. I mean, I told you from the first moment I was attracted to

both you and Cristina. Yeah, look, I can't just go to bed with you. I'm not

good at this.

But you were nervous that night. I wasn't married.

You were about to be.

What am I supposed to do? Make love with you and then go on with my marriage like

nothing happened?

Or just terminate it?

Judy Nash says you are heading an unhappy life. Well, she's talking about

herself.

Maybe you will understand more about your own feelings once we've made love.

Or less. Look, I'm not saying I'm not tempted, but it would require such...

and upheaval emotionally, and from a practical point of view, you're not

exactly the kind of man to plan a future with.

You're going to kill yourself!

But I don't want to live, damn it! I don't want to!

Stop, stop, stop!

I don't want to live! I can't live like this! My head is going to explode!

I can't take it! I can't take it anymore!

Maradona... Give me the gun! Give me the gun!

Maradona, listen to me, my love.

My love, listen to me.

Come on, give me your hand. Come on, now.

Now, now, my love.

Oh my God, I'm so sorry. Are you both

crazy? Both of you are completely insane.

How the hell am I going to explain this to my husband?

I can't live like this. This is not my life. I just can't do it.

I still don't understand what your language teacher was doing with a gun.

Look, I told you. He collects these antique firearms and he was showing me

his favorite one. God, we should sue him. That is so damn irresponsible.

No, no, it's not. It's not that bad, honestly. Once the bandages come off,

it'll be a scratch.

What? What are you saying?

I love you so much.

Doug never found out the real story.

Judy knew the secret and, of course, was relieved Vicki had not been hurt worse

or killed.

With Vicki leaving to go back to New York, Judy's plans to rescue Vicki from

her own fate were put on terminal hold.

When Christina returned from Antibes, Vicki told her the whole tale, and

Christina thought it was sad how much Vicki had wanted Juan Antonio, and was

unable to say or do anything about it. But I would have stepped aside.

No, no, look, I knew you had feelings for Juan Antonio from the moment you saw

him. But if I knew what had happened, I never would have gone ahead with it.

Passing thing now it's over

Vicky went home to have her grand wedding to Doug, to the house they both

finally settled on, and to lead the life she had envisioned for herself before

the summer in Barcelona.

Cristina continued searching, certain only of what she didn't want.

I'm tired of being transparent.

I don't exist anymore, Barcelona.

Being the husband of your dreams, your extroverted labyrinth.

I haven't found the reason, because my heart hurts.

Why is it so hard that I can only live you in the distance

and write to you?

una canción te quiero barcelona