Juan hates the beach

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Juan hates the beach.

He doesn’t like sand.
He hates roasting in the sun.
He can’t stand people yelling at him.

But of course, Marta, his wife has her parents’ beach apartment.

Understand the benefits. It seems free even if it has costs.

With her two children, it has served its purpose. It was a perfect place when they were little.
In addition, although deep down he did not like it, he also enjoyed the guaranteed sun and the little places to have a beer. Come on, it was not bad.

But now the kids have become kids and he worries about them going out.
He also did it as a young man but now he is in the role of the long-suffering father.

Summoning up his courage, he proposed a radical change to Marta.

She knows that what he really loves is the mountains.

You know, we are all divided into beach or mountain, tortilla with onion or without.

You would love your vacations to be spent walking in the cool.
You will also sweat, but it is a different kind of sweat. The one from exercising, not the one from lying down.

You have seen a promotion that fits them.

Marta looks at him and smiles.

Juan continues to tell him.

“๐˜”๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ข,

๐˜Œ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ขฬ ๐˜ข 2 ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฒ๐˜ถ๐˜ชฬ (๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ข ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ญ).
๐˜Œ๐˜ด ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ชฬ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ!
๐˜”๐˜ถ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ข ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ข. ๐˜œ๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด.

๐˜›๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ณ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ด?

๐˜ˆ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ขฬ๐˜ด, ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ขฬ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ถ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ. ๐˜Œ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ขฬ ๐˜ข ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ง๐˜ถ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ข๐˜ง๐˜ถ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ค๐˜ถ๐˜ข๐˜ญ, ๐˜ฎ๐˜ขฬ๐˜ด ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข ๐˜ด๐˜ช ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ.”

He has managed to awaken their attention.

Then, Marta asks him:

โ€œ๐˜—๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ, ยฟ๐˜ค๐˜ฐฬ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ?
๐˜š๐˜ฆ๐˜จ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฒ๐˜ถ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ข๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฒ๐˜ถ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏฬƒ๐˜ฐ ๐˜บ ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฃ๐˜ช๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ.โ€

โ€œ๐˜˜๐˜ถ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆฬ ๐˜ท๐˜ข! ๐˜—๐˜ข๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ข ๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ข!โ€ , Juan replies to him.

โ€œ๐˜›๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด ๐˜บ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ข.
๐˜š๐˜ช, ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ญ๐˜ข ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ค๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ข ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜จ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ข ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฐฬ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ฒ๐˜ถ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข ๐˜ฎ๐˜ชฬ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ข ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ช ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ชฬ.โ€

โ€œ๐˜Œ๐˜ด ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ข ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฐฬ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜‘๐˜ถ๐˜ข๐˜ฏโ€

โ€œ๐˜“๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ ๐˜”๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ต๐˜ขโ€

โ€œ๐˜“๐˜ข ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ฒ๐˜ถ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ชฬ.
๐˜ˆ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ขฬ๐˜ด, ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ข๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด ๐˜ฎ๐˜ขฬ๐˜ด ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฒ๐˜ถ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฒ๐˜ถ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ฃ๐˜ช๐˜ฆฬ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐโ€

โ€œ๐˜Š๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ข๐˜ข๐˜ข๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ,โ€ Juan tells him.

“๐˜๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ.

๐˜Œ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด ๐˜ท๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด ๐˜ข ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ ๐˜ด๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ณ”, she says.

โ€œ๐˜ˆ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฎ๐˜ขฬ๐˜ด, ๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฒ๐˜ถ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ด, ๐˜ฐ๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ขฬ๐˜ด ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ซ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ด.
ยฟ๐˜›๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ข๐˜จ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ข ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ด?โ€

โ€œ๐˜˜๐˜ถ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆฬ ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ช๐˜ช๐˜ช๐˜ช๐˜ช ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ!โ€

That Christmas was spent for the first time in Llosas, near Benasque.

Here are the images that Juan and Marta sent me.

I don't expect you to share it, but I'd like to be wrong.

I don't expect you to share it,

but I would like to be wrong.