Some things I just don't want to forget, so I post it here because some will find it interesting and I never want to lose the story.
I went to the library today to gather up a lot of books for the Final assessment paper we were going for Art History.
I could not find two of the books I was looking for (they were in the wrong place) and so I went to ask the librarian, her name is Patricia..
She is a sweet, and really kind, lady who was probably a bit older than my own parents, if not the same age.
I handed her my list of books and she smiled, looked up at me and quietly said; "I once met Dali". My mouth just dropped opened and I couldn't say anything other than things like "are you kidding" and "No way". She just smiled and looked quite embarrassed for pointing it out.
We went on our way walking around the library looking for my books, and we found the one I really wanted. She looked at me, smiled and asked; "would you like to hear the story?" I told her that I would, very much, and even said please!
In the 60's, She lived in Madrid for a while with her parent and two younger siblings a boy and a girl. One day her parents were out of the house and she was left to watch her younger brother and sister.
They were home alone and wanted to go and explore so she said to the two "let's go to the Ritz and have tea". Off they went. When they arrived at the parlor there was a man, sitting in the corner reading. He was dressed completely in white and (as she said it) had his legs crossed very elegantly, it was Salvador Dali.
She recognized him but they did not approach him or dote over him, the children simply sat down to have tea together. After they were there for a few minutes, Dali came over to the three children (Patricia was probably a teenager) and asked if he could sit down with them.
Of course they accepted. She then said they had tea together while chatting and giggling the entire time, a lot of that giggling was done by Dali.
That was her story, I'm not sure why I was so moved by it, but I felt tears in my eyes as she told me the story in her quiet little voice.Probably because I wish something that cool would happen for me, or just the embarrassed excitement in her voice as it almost seemed she was a teenager all over again when she told the story.
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