Post by Club Fans Jaime Camil España on Apr 29, 2007 4:20:44 GMT 1
First of all, I would to thank to Jo Anne for doing this fantastic translation for us. Thanks, Jo Anne...kisses to Texas!
I hope you will enjoy our adventures in English too
And so it begins:
Tuesday, April 10, 2007, 2:00 a.m.
Fatima and Patri are aboard the Coruna-Madrid bus, while Eva is on the Oviedo-Madrid bus. All three are on their way to the airport in Madrid to make their connection for a flight to Paris Beauvais Airport.
Meanwhile, your reporter Presi Petaca checks that all is ready for the trip, taxi waiting at the door, so I can board my Girona-Madrid bus at 1:30 a.m. My flight for Paris leaves at 6:30 a.m.
I don’t know just how we managed, but we were so well synchronized that our arrivals in Paris were within thirty minutes of each other. Precision, we’re now on Camil Time. We already had our hotel booked, via Internet of course, and close to French Stadium. All preparation has been made, all systems go.
Tuesday, April 10, 2007, 8:30 a.m.
As I walk through the arrivals door, I’m met with the sight of Eva and Patri, seated and waiting, not so patiently, in the cafeteria. They are just as I had imagined. In the midst of excited, emotional greetings, Fatima arrives. The team is all here. The efficient team members had already secured the necessary tickets to begin our ride to downtown Paris.
Even though this was our first meeting, we enjoy a relaxing ride to our hotel. Time goes by so quickly, we all click right away and could have been mistaken for long-lost sisters. Our next stop is Porte Maillot and the first of many long lines to buy tickets for the Metro. Unbelievably, our wait is nearly an hour, combined with two more Metro lines and a train ride after that, it’s now 12:30 p.m. That means we get a whole thirty minutes to freshen up, change and leave for Charles de Gaulle Airport to meet Jaime.
It proves impossible to buy train tickets to get to the Airport; the ticket agent is nowhere in sight. We decide to hail a taxi. The first passes us by, but we are able to chase the second one down. It is quite a sight, four desperate fans in pursuit of transportation.
Tuesday, April 10, 2007, 1:30 p.m.
Our taxi driver saves us; he had been on his way to lunch, the world-famous French lunch tradition, from 2 to 4 p.m. Expressing my profound gratitude for his sacrifice, we head for the airport. Jaime’s plane is due to land at 2:10 p.m.! All we know is AeroMexico and the arrival time. Once again, our sainted taxi driver comes to the rescue. First stop is Terminal 1 at 1:55 p.m., we just made it! No! It’s the wrong terminal, it’s 2E for sure. Great! That gate is at the other end of the concourse. Ten minutes later, we arrive at 2E, but wait, the arrivals screen says 2C. We start to pray for a delay, as his plane is due to touch down in five minutes. We arrive at the right gate, finally, with one minute to spare. Checking the arrivals screen, our prayers have been answered; his plane is ten minutes late.
Passengers begin to deplane; first passengers from Dubai and LA pass by, 20 turbans and 20 surf boards later. Where is he? Now we are really getting nervous, 2:55 p.m. and NO JAIME!!!!
Eva can’t wait any longer and goes to find the restrooms. We’re all laughing for no reason - amazing what nerves can do to you. Then, in the distance, I catch sight of a head of black curls. This just has to be Jaime. The doors open and nothing. I must be starting to hallucinate.
Tuesday, April 10, 2007, 3:00 p.m.
We see someone coming through the automatic door – Black curls on the horizon. He has just the hint of a beard, sunglasses, gray T-shirt, dark slacks and a suspiciously Camil-like smile. It is Jaime. Fatima begins to applaud and as soon as he sees us he starts waving, calling out to us “Que pasa, Tias” in true Spanish style. We think we might die.
He walks toward us, pulling his black Louis Vuitton carry-on. All I could think to say was, “It’s about time.” Fatima has to pull me by the arm as we go to meet Jaime. Unlike the rest of the females present, I do not throw myself into his arms – how sad, ha ha ha, those pesky nerves again.
Between hugs and kisses with the Paris entourage, I hear our President say “Who is Petaca-Esme?” Swallow me earth, how embarrassing! Although I am doing my best to hide behind Fatima, she isn’t helping much: Laughing and pointing me out over her shoulder. I am barely able to speak, but manage a weak, “Here I am.” Jaime is laughing right along with us. “What emails you send me, they’re super!” To Fatima, he says, “The salutations are wonderful, she calls me things such as ‘most worthy honorary president’ or ‘beloved colleague president. Ha ha ha!’”
Jaime is as emotional as we are - he is truly glad to see us there. I can assure all of you, he does read our emails and remembers what we write. We tell him all about our adventures in getting to the airport on time. He just can’t believe that we only met that day, that whole sisters thing going on. After a fair share of joking around, Jaime introduces us to his assistant Claudia and Marec from the “A Proposito de Alexa” production team. Jaime asks us if we would like to walk along with them to their car. What a question, of course we want to walk with them! At curbside, he gives Fatima all the information about his hotel so that, after we all have a chance to rest, we can contact Claudia, who tells us where to present ourselves for the location shoots. By this time, we are all sleep-deprived and looking our worst. Jaime threatens us with being loaned out to the production team, as slaves to fetch and carry heavy camera and sound equipment. Ha ha, very funny.
We float back to our hotel on our own personal “Camil Clouds.” What a beautiful person, our President.
This is only the beginning; there are many more surprises to come.
I hope you will enjoy our adventures in English too
And so it begins:
Tuesday, April 10, 2007, 2:00 a.m.
Fatima and Patri are aboard the Coruna-Madrid bus, while Eva is on the Oviedo-Madrid bus. All three are on their way to the airport in Madrid to make their connection for a flight to Paris Beauvais Airport.
Meanwhile, your reporter Presi Petaca checks that all is ready for the trip, taxi waiting at the door, so I can board my Girona-Madrid bus at 1:30 a.m. My flight for Paris leaves at 6:30 a.m.
I don’t know just how we managed, but we were so well synchronized that our arrivals in Paris were within thirty minutes of each other. Precision, we’re now on Camil Time. We already had our hotel booked, via Internet of course, and close to French Stadium. All preparation has been made, all systems go.
Tuesday, April 10, 2007, 8:30 a.m.
As I walk through the arrivals door, I’m met with the sight of Eva and Patri, seated and waiting, not so patiently, in the cafeteria. They are just as I had imagined. In the midst of excited, emotional greetings, Fatima arrives. The team is all here. The efficient team members had already secured the necessary tickets to begin our ride to downtown Paris.
Even though this was our first meeting, we enjoy a relaxing ride to our hotel. Time goes by so quickly, we all click right away and could have been mistaken for long-lost sisters. Our next stop is Porte Maillot and the first of many long lines to buy tickets for the Metro. Unbelievably, our wait is nearly an hour, combined with two more Metro lines and a train ride after that, it’s now 12:30 p.m. That means we get a whole thirty minutes to freshen up, change and leave for Charles de Gaulle Airport to meet Jaime.
It proves impossible to buy train tickets to get to the Airport; the ticket agent is nowhere in sight. We decide to hail a taxi. The first passes us by, but we are able to chase the second one down. It is quite a sight, four desperate fans in pursuit of transportation.
Tuesday, April 10, 2007, 1:30 p.m.
Our taxi driver saves us; he had been on his way to lunch, the world-famous French lunch tradition, from 2 to 4 p.m. Expressing my profound gratitude for his sacrifice, we head for the airport. Jaime’s plane is due to land at 2:10 p.m.! All we know is AeroMexico and the arrival time. Once again, our sainted taxi driver comes to the rescue. First stop is Terminal 1 at 1:55 p.m., we just made it! No! It’s the wrong terminal, it’s 2E for sure. Great! That gate is at the other end of the concourse. Ten minutes later, we arrive at 2E, but wait, the arrivals screen says 2C. We start to pray for a delay, as his plane is due to touch down in five minutes. We arrive at the right gate, finally, with one minute to spare. Checking the arrivals screen, our prayers have been answered; his plane is ten minutes late.
Passengers begin to deplane; first passengers from Dubai and LA pass by, 20 turbans and 20 surf boards later. Where is he? Now we are really getting nervous, 2:55 p.m. and NO JAIME!!!!
Eva can’t wait any longer and goes to find the restrooms. We’re all laughing for no reason - amazing what nerves can do to you. Then, in the distance, I catch sight of a head of black curls. This just has to be Jaime. The doors open and nothing. I must be starting to hallucinate.
Tuesday, April 10, 2007, 3:00 p.m.
We see someone coming through the automatic door – Black curls on the horizon. He has just the hint of a beard, sunglasses, gray T-shirt, dark slacks and a suspiciously Camil-like smile. It is Jaime. Fatima begins to applaud and as soon as he sees us he starts waving, calling out to us “Que pasa, Tias” in true Spanish style. We think we might die.
He walks toward us, pulling his black Louis Vuitton carry-on. All I could think to say was, “It’s about time.” Fatima has to pull me by the arm as we go to meet Jaime. Unlike the rest of the females present, I do not throw myself into his arms – how sad, ha ha ha, those pesky nerves again.
Between hugs and kisses with the Paris entourage, I hear our President say “Who is Petaca-Esme?” Swallow me earth, how embarrassing! Although I am doing my best to hide behind Fatima, she isn’t helping much: Laughing and pointing me out over her shoulder. I am barely able to speak, but manage a weak, “Here I am.” Jaime is laughing right along with us. “What emails you send me, they’re super!” To Fatima, he says, “The salutations are wonderful, she calls me things such as ‘most worthy honorary president’ or ‘beloved colleague president. Ha ha ha!’”
Jaime is as emotional as we are - he is truly glad to see us there. I can assure all of you, he does read our emails and remembers what we write. We tell him all about our adventures in getting to the airport on time. He just can’t believe that we only met that day, that whole sisters thing going on. After a fair share of joking around, Jaime introduces us to his assistant Claudia and Marec from the “A Proposito de Alexa” production team. Jaime asks us if we would like to walk along with them to their car. What a question, of course we want to walk with them! At curbside, he gives Fatima all the information about his hotel so that, after we all have a chance to rest, we can contact Claudia, who tells us where to present ourselves for the location shoots. By this time, we are all sleep-deprived and looking our worst. Jaime threatens us with being loaned out to the production team, as slaves to fetch and carry heavy camera and sound equipment. Ha ha, very funny.
We float back to our hotel on our own personal “Camil Clouds.” What a beautiful person, our President.
This is only the beginning; there are many more surprises to come.