The grass
is always greener on the other side of the fence, until you reach the other
side.
Sometimes,
we have all we need. We just don’t seem to know it.
Dolores
Dolores
Fernandez was born in the Spanish town of Murcia, as the fourth child of her
parents.
You’d never
guess Dolores Fernandez is Spanish. The 24 year old, tall, slim, green eyed,
blond haired girl doesn't look like the typical Spanish citizen, except maybe when she
has this special, warm, lively glance in her eyes reflecting her country’s
warmth.
She bathed into
a joyful atmosphere all her life. Nothing destined her to live elsewhere but in
Spain. She loved her country; she loved her environment, her relatives, her
friends, the sea, the mountains and the lovely food. Dolores graduated in
media, which allowed her to become a radio producer for national Spanish
channels.
Over the years,
she had developed wonderful photographic skills. She was a strong, independent
woman, working in media, but maybe too much influenced by the same media she
was working for.
Dolores had a
boyfriend, Javier. Despite the fact that they were nearly engaged, they didn’t
live together. Javier considered that it would be better for them to get
married and move together after ever.
Javier was a
tall boy, with long, dark, brown hair. He had a very calm temper and loved
Dolores a lot. When he was talking about her, he always referred to her as “my
future wife.”
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