Elena went to meet Segovia at his hotel. I wondered who it could be. It was very difficult for me to approach him in that way. No, I never met him there, I met him other times, in Italy or in Frankfurt, the last time being in 1978. And a very pleasant way, of course.
People exaggerate a little.
I began when I was about seven. My father was a great aficionado of the guitar and of music in general. Later he studied with Domingo Prat. By that time I was taking his guitar secretly and plucking the strings. When he gave lessons, I used to hide under his desk, in order to listen.