The Girls

They come from different paths of life, The Girls, but luckily ended up in the same office where we spend 90% of our life, together, for better or for worse. They come from different countries, even though they mainly cover the Mediterranean area of the world: Spain, Italy, Portugal and all their clichés... The Southern origins could well be the leading and loving thread in our relationship though, no need to hide this cliché either.

The Girls are all so different: tall, shy, forthgoing, self-assured, clumsy... A variety of features and characters that makes it all worth it: adventures, points of view, dilemmas, ideas, recipes, books - all topics are welcome at our greedy and loud table while we eat at all speed (30 minutes, no time to waste in social and subversive activities while at the office). Words are then enthusiastically spoken in all our languages and by some magic transborder alchemy, we all understand each other - the tower of Babel at its best.

Since 30 minutes is never enough for us, not to mention the stolen moments of friendship and complicity here and there during the hectic work day, we spontaneously set the tradition of meeting all together every month or so to enjoy the freedom of our opinions, to share our richness and feast around each other's passions (or a home made Sunday paella, shimmering in true mamma mode).

The result is a colorful quilt: every little square brings its precious story and adds value to the big picture. That's The Girls. My Girls.

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