Manolo's Missives Part 12

This is the twelfth letter that our friend and student asked us to clean up for him before sending it to the U.S. It took us some time to fix it up. Below is the raw version as originally handed over for correction. I hope you can make sense out of it. It took us a few minutes to figure it out, but when we did, we learned a few new and curious things about our friend Manolo.


Estimated Charles:

I am of better humor ultimately. Less bad. Until my woman noted me rare. Have been two the things, in my opinion, that have joined themselves for to lift me the cheers. First, the Bishopric fertilized in only three days my first invoice, with the which I ingressed more of a million of euros in my bank account. Finished themselves of blow all my treasury anguishes. It has been a ball of oxygen for the enterprise.

Second, I tripped with Palmyra in the cafeteria to the side of my office. She was with another uncle, a man low, fat and ugly. He would have some 50 years like minimum. I put myself in the other side of the bar and asked for a coffee long of water, how the coffees that you take the Americans. I was not able to avoid to lift the view for to look her to Palmyra. What woman! What face! What body! While she spoke with the uncle, she threw away looks in my direction and she smiled. I had a knot in the gorge. I caught the newspaper to the side of the register box and put myself to read, for not to look her. Passed a minute more or less, I heard a voice to my backs to say: “Hello colleague, what do you count yourself?” I put a sad face and said: “Hello Palmyra, what such are you?” She asked me for pardon for the form in that she comported herself with me the night in that I carried her to my dispatch. She said me: “I was so surprised that I reactioned of manner a little brusque. I feel it. Do you pardon me? I promise that I will comport myself. And to purpose, I am not married. I am free and without compromise.” I smiled and said a Spanish refrain: “Women who cause lust, are women of no trust”. In reality, I finish of to invent this refrain in this same moment. I did not tell her it. I told a refrain in Spansh that it is a little similar. It treats itself of a refrain of mariners. It goes thus: “De las mujeres y de la mar, no te has de fiar”. Are you of accord with me, friend of mine? Do you understand it? Don’t show her it  to Betty... she will catch me mania.

In another order of things, my major son Raúl made his SAT and is hoping the results. If he takes out a good note, he has grand possibilities of to be admitted to Harvard. The uncle is a phenomenon. I do not know where he got his intelligence. He remembers me a lot an old friend of the family, until in the face of pecks that they have the two.

Well, Charles, I wait that all goes well for you and the yours. Much luck with your project with the NASA.

Like always, a cordial salute of your friend

Manolo