a short time ago I spent some days in the U.S.. I was in several places visited Florida and Atlanta. This story happened in that city, in the cold winter season our friends who live north of the continent.
------- For me, Atlanta was the image of Aunt Pitty's Gone with the Wind . It was the city where transmitting the world's leading news. The headquarters of the world's most popular soft drink. One of the many Olympic venues. But none of that impressed me as much as Mike.
My friend M and I we got a cold Saturday morning. S, who welcomed us into his home two of the five days we spent there, was at the airport. It was she who helped us choose a hotel for the rest of the days in Atlanta.
After analyzing various options on the internet, finally chose a hotel. It was a very good offer, accepted a little blind and with some trepidation. Thus it was that M and I ended up recorded in a comfortable hotel in a great international network that faces the home of the Atlanta Braves. The stadium was built for the 1996 Olympics and from a window you could see clearly the place where the Olympic flame was flown at that time. I know the picture is not entirely clear, but may serve to get an idea. Also, if you click on the photo will look bigger.
Among the advantages of this hotel is a complimentary shuttle service for guests who covers just under 5 miles around the hotel. Within those limits are almost all Atlanta attractions we wanted to see.
I'll make a long story short. The first morning, a young driver left us in an area close to Centennial Park. The forecast said it would rain the next day, so I would take advantage of the sunny day as we walk around.
Lowering of the truck, the driver gave us a telephone number that had to be called when we want to pick us up.
After hours of hiking, photos, traffic lights, dancing water, the few people in the street and when night came almost decided to call to make them for us. M called from his phone and told him who said we were in another hotel of the same chain. The driver told us to wait inside the hotel, he would already there. Curiously
: comfortable and warm while we waited in the lobby of the hotel, I heard the unmistakable way of speaking Lima in a group of guests decided where to go to lunch. Peruvians are everywhere.
After several minutes of waiting, Big Sam made his entrance. I had before me such a faithful employee of the Wilkes family that ends up working with Scarlett when their entire world has come to an end. It was exactly as I imagined a lifetime: big, strong, smiling, of uncertain age and, above all, infinitely lovable.
asked us if we were their passengers. When I said yes, we are invited into the truck with an arm gesture. Once inside, he told us that the delay had been caused by his previous passenger. He had that talk only heard singing in the film and finishing off every sentence with a cordial yes, ma'am that I'll never forget.
While driving, which he did with remarkable skill I do not know if it would withstand the aggressive driving Lima, answered calls and all other passengers told how long they estimated it would take to get there. I always ended her sentences with a yes ma'am or yes sir , as appropriate. There was a ma'am who called 5 times to ask the same question (perhaps I should say the same claim angry), and every time Mike was kind enough admirable.
The next afternoon, he returned to pick us up in another part of the city. This time the truck came with more people, so it was little we could talk to him.
On both occasions we were their passengers, proudly showed us Georgia Tech. I mentioned almost in passing fondness for off-site, to the point that made me think I might have wanted to be part of the students, but it was not possible.
Lowering the truck the second night I fired him with nostalgia. I knew that was the last time I would see Big Sam. With its simplicity, his smile and his kindness made Atlanta an unforgettable experience.
Yes sir.
------- For me, Atlanta was the image of Aunt Pitty's Gone with the Wind . It was the city where transmitting the world's leading news. The headquarters of the world's most popular soft drink. One of the many Olympic venues. But none of that impressed me as much as Mike. My friend M and I we got a cold Saturday morning. S, who welcomed us into his home two of the five days we spent there, was at the airport. It was she who helped us choose a hotel for the rest of the days in Atlanta.
After analyzing various options on the internet, finally chose a hotel. It was a very good offer, accepted a little blind and with some trepidation. Thus it was that M and I ended up recorded in a comfortable hotel in a great international network that faces the home of the Atlanta Braves. The stadium was built for the 1996 Olympics and from a window you could see clearly the place where the Olympic flame was flown at that time. I know the picture is not entirely clear, but may serve to get an idea. Also, if you click on the photo will look bigger.
Among the advantages of this hotel is a complimentary shuttle service for guests who covers just under 5 miles around the hotel. Within those limits are almost all Atlanta attractions we wanted to see.
I'll make a long story short. The first morning, a young driver left us in an area close to Centennial Park. The forecast said it would rain the next day, so I would take advantage of the sunny day as we walk around.
Lowering of the truck, the driver gave us a telephone number that had to be called when we want to pick us up.
After hours of hiking, photos, traffic lights, dancing water, the few people in the street and when night came almost decided to call to make them for us. M called from his phone and told him who said we were in another hotel of the same chain. The driver told us to wait inside the hotel, he would already there. Curiously
: comfortable and warm while we waited in the lobby of the hotel, I heard the unmistakable way of speaking Lima in a group of guests decided where to go to lunch. Peruvians are everywhere.
After several minutes of waiting, Big Sam made his entrance. I had before me such a faithful employee of the Wilkes family that ends up working with Scarlett when their entire world has come to an end. It was exactly as I imagined a lifetime: big, strong, smiling, of uncertain age and, above all, infinitely lovable.
asked us if we were their passengers. When I said yes, we are invited into the truck with an arm gesture. Once inside, he told us that the delay had been caused by his previous passenger. He had that talk only heard singing in the film and finishing off every sentence with a cordial yes, ma'am that I'll never forget.
While driving, which he did with remarkable skill I do not know if it would withstand the aggressive driving Lima, answered calls and all other passengers told how long they estimated it would take to get there. I always ended her sentences with a yes ma'am or yes sir , as appropriate. There was a ma'am who called 5 times to ask the same question (perhaps I should say the same claim angry), and every time Mike was kind enough admirable.
The next afternoon, he returned to pick us up in another part of the city. This time the truck came with more people, so it was little we could talk to him.
On both occasions we were their passengers, proudly showed us Georgia Tech. I mentioned almost in passing fondness for off-site, to the point that made me think I might have wanted to be part of the students, but it was not possible.
Lowering the truck the second night I fired him with nostalgia. I knew that was the last time I would see Big Sam. With its simplicity, his smile and his kindness made Atlanta an unforgettable experience.
Yes sir.
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