May 17, 2005 20:59
When I was a girl, I wanted to investigate crime scenes, solve murders, maybe even perform an autopsy. My mother had other ideas, she thought I should model. If I had taken the other path I wouldn’t have this journal and you wouldn’t be sitting there scrolling past this entry.
I’m Esther Canadas. I was born in Spain, moved to New York, traveled the world and now I’m back in Madrid so I guess I’ve come full-circle.
Somewhere in the middle of all that I married Mark Vanderloo. It didn’t last. Looking back, I think it was doomed from the start. He spoke no Spanish. I spoke no Dutch. We muddled through in English but English is the language of divorce. Take a look at the statistics in English speaking countries the records speak for themselves.
I’ve been accused of snobbery but I like to think of myself as tasteful. I don’t have time for people or things that don’t interest me. Of course if you really want my complete attention all you have to do is die.