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-A glory of our country … His Highness, who loves things of Spain!
Michael Fedor had been at sea a considerable part of his life, and sympathize with this young modest to know the specialty of their studies.
They talked at length about oceanography, and the day before, Prince Michael, who was accustomed to having a large table by the guests parading more diverse, he said to his “chamberlain”:
‘Very nice your wise. Invite him to lunch.
The guests all spoke Spanish. Spadoni could continue the conversation with what he had learned in Buenos Aires, Santiago de Chile and other capitals of South America when he was giving “performances” of piano to a businessman who finally explode and tired of struggling with his unconsciousness.
At the start of lunch, he noticed the colonel in the face of the prince’s concern a fixed idea. Preferably with the teacher spoke Novoa, marveling at the low remuneration earned him his studies. Spadoni Castro and attended only to the dishes. No longer were the work of a famous chef who was Prince Michael the salary of a president of Council of Ministers. The “master” had been mobilized for the war and then to the kitchen was a general in the French front. Toledo was able to discover after a fifty, less varied in their combinations that the artist caught by the war, but more “classical”, more solid and substantial, and the two ate the eternal delight of subscribers to restaurants and hotels when look at a table without economics and deception.
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