I hardly went to Spain after my father's death. My mom kept a home there. My mom had left moved to england after meeting my father. It was a hasty move if you ask me. They were together for 5 months, married, I was born 2 years into their marriage. My father passed away when I was just eight and my mother never remarried.
Like I said before, we used to spend a lot of time in Spain. I always hated going back home, but we had a life in England. After I moved to the states, I never went back to Mallorca.
I had talked to my mom after I broke up with Ben. She thought it'd be a good idea if I went with her on vacation. I wanted to go, but I didn't know how to detach myself from New York. Everything and everybody I knew was there. Elijah finally convinced me. He told me it wasn't healthy to stay home, in bed, crying over Ben.
I should probably explain the whole Ben situation. My friends call me "Annual Kate". I've never had a serious relationship that lasted more than a year. It's not my intention really. Ben and I had been together for almost 2 years. I thought about settling down with him, but we never actually talked about it. It was last week of November when I went to his apartment and brought it up. It didn't go well to say the very least. He said he loved me...but he wasn't sure if he wanted to take the next step. To make a long story short, we decided to take a break. I was devistated.
The following week, I was off to Mallorca with my mother. "Just try to relax, get your mind off of things", Elijah tried to tell me. "Sure...I'll try to forget how I crashed and burned...and how I'll die alone with 30 cats...".
I arrived in Mallorca at about 12 in the afternoon. I slept most of the way. I hadn't seen my mom in a couple of months because of work. She was busy in the hospital, and I had been on location in St. Lucia. When we finally met, I cried. It's not something I'm proud of. "Dear god...Ben left you emotionally unstable" she joked. I couldn't help smiling.
On our way to our home, mom reminded me of just how much I used to love it here. We drove near the coast on our way to Porto Cristo. I looked out the window as she talked. I wondered if a month here would really get my mind off my tragic love life. The furthest thing from my mind was meeting somebody while on vacation and having one of those romantic, tragic affairs.
We arrived at the house. It was a beautiful house. I have to say I'm pretty blessed. My love life might had been a mess, but I was lucky enough to have awell paying job that allowedmymother and I to maintain a home right on the beach. I had gone upstairs to drop by bags, when mom suggested we'd go see her friend. She had just called and had invited us for lunch. I took a quick shower, got dressed and left.
"So where are we going?" I asked. "Do you remember my friend Maria? you used to play with her son...the awkward little boy remember?" she answered. " I've met many awkward people in my life, so I'm not sure who you're talking about" I joked. "Maria...Ana Maria?" she asked again. "I'm sorry...doesn't ring a bell", I insisted."Remember we used to joke about you and her son...getting married...little Rafa remember him?". I could tell she was getting frustrated. "OoO little Rafa...yea I remember now". I had no idea who she was talking about.
I drove around the church looking for a parking spot. We finally found one. For some reason, I felt nervous. I still had no recollection of who these people were, but I knew I had to leave a good impression...especially if they knew me since I was small.
As mom rang the bell, I fix my hair. The door opened and out came a petit woman "Katalina! Hace tanto tiempo". She hugged mom and then looked at me, "Dios mio, mira quien es", she smiled and hugged me. I must've had an awkward expression on my face because mom looked at me and mouthed "smile".
We walked in. It was a really quaint and lovely home. The woman hadg ood taste as far as I was concerned. We sat down on the red couch. Mom and her began talking...catching up. I finally remember something. They had met each other in school and had been friends ever since. I wished I had a friend like that. I guess Elijah's my own doña Ana Maria.
They talked for what felt like hours. I would drift off looking out the window or starting at the art on the wall. She would catch me staring out the window with a blank look on my face and smile. "You remember Rafael don't you?" she asked. "uhmmm yea, yea I remember him". Why didn't I remember this kid? "He'll be here for lunch, you might remember him when you see him". Was I that obvious?
It was around three when the doorbell rang. "That must be them now" the woman said as she opended the door. In walked a young man. The first thing I noticed was his eyes. He had the most intense eyes I'd ever seen. He put his bag down and went to greet mom with a handshake. As he walked towards me I noticed how tall he was. I'm very tall for a girl, but he still seemed pretty tall. He did have stricking good looks. He wore sweat pants, and a white t-shirt, nothing out of the ordinary. He suddenly stopped and just stood infront of me with his hands in his pockets. "hola" he said in a quiet voice. I was confused. When he walked in, he looked like he was a pretty confident man, even conceited. Now stood before me aboy who acted like he had never seen a girl before.
"Rafael do you remember Kate?" asked his mom. "yea ofcourse" he replied. Now I really felt bad. His answer seemed pretty sincere. "Rafa take your bag upstairs...Kate why don't you go and see the rest of the house?" suggested Doña Maria.
He led the way up to the fourth floor. The house was more of a building than a house. He opened the door to what seemed like his own apartment. "so this is mine and Isabel's floor". I had forgotten he had a younger sister. "It's nice", I said looking around. The phone rang. "Sorry I have to take this", he excused himself from our little tour. I took the liberty to walk around the floor.
I saw a door open and peaked in. It was a small room...extremely small. It was pretty simple. The walls were painted a light orange, with a bed, a desk, and a radio. One thing did stick out. On the left side, there was a giant bookcase. It had no books. "you can go in" he yelled from the living room. He was still on the phone. I walked into the room to see what was on the bookcase. I actually held my breath. Trophies. Trophies and plaques. "Shiny uh?" he joked as he leaned on the doorway. "what are you some kind of athlete?" I asked sarcastically. " hunky tennis superstar is more like it". We laughed. So he had a sense of humor. "I'm impressed...you were a scranny little boy" I said as I looked at the trophies in awe. "were? well I'm glad you think I've changed". Was that flirting? "I have to tell you...I didn't remember who you were until I saw you walk in" I explained. "yea we were kids...it's been a while", he sighed. "well lets go downstairs, lunch is probably ready".