Christmas arrives and with it the nougat, the polvorones, gifts and other things typical of these dates. But if there is something that sets us apart from the Spaniards with the rest of the World when celebrating it, it is the famous Christmas fat.
From a very young age I woke up on the 22nd to hear how the children of San Ildefonso sang the famous litany of "one hundred and twenty-five million pesetas" while I nervously waited for the grand prizes to come out. On the table in the living room I had all the ballots and tenths arranged in order from least to greatest and every time I got a prize my pulse accelerated.
Nothing has ever touched us, but I continued with the ritual even during the University years, when the great Christmas macrophages made me arrive from the direct march to see the draw with an alcoholic lash capable of knocking down the White Walkers of Game of Thrones.
After moving to Dublin in 2002, things got more complicated but five years ago I hit the table and not only saw the draw live at home, but I also ate my co-workers' heads so much that I they ended up giving money to buy them tenths of Gordou, as they called it with their Irish accent.
Precisely that year was the one I was closer to the prize. I bought the tenth 2 days before the lottery administration draw that was in El Corte Inglés de Alicante. The bad thing is that there are 2 together and I always bought it in the one that didn't play. That day I entered the one he played but I did not know that there was administration so I went to the other one with the sole purpose of buying the tenths.
Where would you stick your father's life if it is your turn tomorrow?
I chose for terminations and I took 5, one of them finished in 0, like Fat. There were hardly any numbers left to choose from and the same would have happened in the administration that won. If I had bought there the one finished in 0, probably would have been the one who turned out to be awarded the Fat. In short: I am a true miserable in these matters, but they do not take away my illusion.
After that I thought: What would I do if I touched?. Well, seeing my history, it's pretty clear. Travel.
I believe that I would go to Africa again, a continent that appeared totally virgin in my particular road book until 2013 and that I fell in love after visiting Mozambique, Malawi and South Africa between February and April of that year. This same year it was the turn of Ethiopia, an archaic, proud and noble nation in which I spent a month.
Perhaps, having money, I would do it with more comforts than I have enjoyed in other trips but I think that not so many because in the adventure lies the charm.
What would you do with the prize money?. Would you travel ?. Where would you go ?. The first one to tell me that he would continue working and cover some holes I give him a rooster for kill.