Heading to Zaragoza Zaragoza
While I think the subject or title of my post is somewhat crude and lacking in inspiration, but do not do anything about it, am about to relate, from work even outside of business hours, which has been such a wonderful trip Juliet's land.
Arrive mid-afternoon, it was Saturday and the cold London weather had given way to a nice rain which did not seem to be anything but if you neglect calan you to the bone, was in Zaragoza. Suddenly I saw Juliet, waiting with a warm smile and bright. We hugged and kissed each other quickly, wanting to try to beat a bit of ground that separated us while we had missed.
A short drive and a futile visit to the telescope, which was to acquire some much-needed contact lenses were the summary of my first time in the city skill.
walk from Juliet's hand in a strange land is always a wonderful experience, it has been in London, it was in Amsterdam and was going to be in Zaragoza. The highlights of my beloved home, quite apart from its breathtaking views and the friendliness of those who dwell therein, for the exquisiteness of its cuisine. Never before had so quickly eaten such a variety and magnificence: Carpaccio, mullet, shrimp and lobster, Migas (dish Aragones), piquillo peppers, croquettes, salad and a beef tenderloin that was so tender that, to caress with the knife is opened as the Red Sea.
Skills, stung by my colleague, took me for the right places, showing me the delights Baroque, the towering Roman walls, the always pleasant vision of a river lit up at night by both sides, but also somewhere where I take a drink, relax and even watch a movie on Sundays free.
Zaragoza is a great city, miniscule to my beloved London, but impressive when compared with Las Palmas and almost as many inhabitants as Liverpool and Manchester together. But giving a return to what I said Juliet's father went to the banks of the Ebro to see, apart from the city, the monument is Juliet and in that sense I can not complain because the 48 hours we spent together gave a little sense of loneliness that follows me in the capital of the world day after day.
Then, of course, it's time to go home and face the lion's den I've turned my room, ordered a little and lie desolate to see over time. But anyway, always WE HAD Zaragoza.
Thursday, November 30, 2006
Friday, November 24, 2006
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The title of this post will be translated to the screen and involuntarily separated me a bit of desktop to see in perspective the Panaroma communicating than I thought. Zaragoza
besides having the not inconsiderable figure of 620,000 inhabitants, the stone monastery, the virgin of the pillar and one of the few English clubs to have won the European competition, is the birthplace of Juliet, which he has had ever lucky enough to stumble with it will know which is more than enough to be dropped over there.
However, while every cold morning, alone, I have to make Herculean efforts to get up, sometimes having to resort to that bottle of rum, some to the little range and also not to say that sometimes a morning masturbation session, always, always think that hell is what that child makes me cling to her pacifier to the capital of the world, a city of hope and despair that may be what that prevents me from taking the decision to define the future more uncertain than in my life has been.
Then comes the subway, sweat, hustle and newspaper full of news that are only interesting when you read over the shoulder of that goes to your side. That face of circumstances of the Manager to see late in making it a full week delay of between 7 and 26 minutes and the arrogant thought that staying in my mind this time saying "I tell you Anthony! Your callaito the mouth here, but you're the manager, who has favor with the boss is the Kid! ".
But that feeling does not last, I guess the mountain of letters to classify asphyxia, sinks into a lethargy of not waking up delayed start of the next day.
To all this, I have not responded to the big question: Which is what keeps me?
- Is it the commitment to my boss? "I guess that plays an important role, especially after the trip to Barcelona that it quickly dismissed as "a reward for a year of hard work and a future of mutual commitment." You was quick to tell you how much you would like your child to attend the "Classic" (said in English among their native ways of Southampton).
- Maybe they should work, the power of salaries in pounds compared to that unfortunately sickly familiar scene with the massive forged euros burning calories ... Oh dear
boss says Come on Roberto We Are Going home (each to his own) so this is
temrinado for today and I will continue giving the issue after going to Zaragoza, perhaps with new lights
A hug and that you have (as he says Frasier) good mental health
Monday, November 20, 2006
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Every time I prepare to update the journal I find that the events that have taken place lately are too numerous to translate them into a single post. Maxime if they are to do with something of quality (which luckily I from the first blows to the keyboard decide aside). Count
trip to Barcelona is a necessity, an imperative even for something like this does not happen often on life, in fact mine was kind of brutal destruction of hymen q q is in doubt once again.
I present at the airport on time (something strange on me) wearing jeans and a shirt of pulp fiction in which Travolta and Jackson pointed a gun toward me looking as a Bible text suggests that it going to brush. Peter said to me something like Oh dear! (What would become a "my God" in English, but without mentioning any deity). After that I explained that I had access to the VIP area of the airport and needed to take to get better paint. (I got una chaqueta de su hijo encima y listo! Alli me mame tres gin tonics a toda leche para que mis coloretes empezaran a hacer aparicion. Habia que almorzar y para eso nos dirigimos a un restaurante en el propio aeorpuerto donde mientras Peter regañaba a su hijo por no haber bebido suficiente, nos sentamos a pedir una bandeja de marisco y una botella de champagne para celebrar el que seria "el viaje de tipos" a ver al FC Barcelona. Una pasada, se rieron de que diera buena cuenta de la ostra que venia en la bandeja sin casi pensarmelo a pesar de haber dicho que aun no las habia probado en mi vida.
Esa fue la tonica en general, me pagaron todas las comidas, los taxis que necesitase, la entrada al partido, el alojamiento, y las bebidas por la noche. Cuando gracais I told him I said "thank you for your years of hard work ..." and all those kinds of things one is not expected of a boss (come as standard practice is that one incurs a sack but it never agadezca boss and this man is carrying, not only in terms of incentives, but now that tb .)
Best took place (apart from the great game the only thing that was bad was the result) anyway the night that we ride and we stick an unprecedented binge. We went in Barcelona's Olympic Port, where there are lots of mini pubs and we were going from one to another and calling until the end and then start again. At the end I could not cope with the beers (thank god I decided to ask because otherwise beers had dead.) The conclusion was to finish playing the bongos to the animation of a pub had vacated a second to take a break. I did it with such seriousness that Peter joined me and played some dishes with his head.
Worst to slair, where a guy approached me to talk to me and put her hand on her hip, I wonder if it was an English that had come to support Chelsea (I had heard talking to the son of Peter in the language Shakespeare). Naturally I said no and that was the Barcelona to sack and a whole series of crazy things that always gave and when I'm drunk I suppose most dire times higher and even less interest. Q The truth is when we set out to take away the taxi and I felt that something had happened, so check instantly if he had the wallet and saw that they had taken Gañan. I ran to him and told him what happened (Peter said that I was a little violent because he grabbed her arm, but I think not, in fact I remember to have told more like, "I have removed the bag and such ... give it back ...) in natural plan. The inexplicably handed it back and finished with all my belongings (the portfolio had two credit cards and a hundred eurazos) safe in the hotel.
The next day the worst happened, I went to English recharge my mobile and told me my phone card had been canceled because there was recharged in one year to which he replied "no more skunks ayercito but if it received a call" in Catalunya is impersonate better abroad if you're not so catalan d rather throw the ease and pretend to be English or Argentine simulate gave me a Mexican accent, which is much coolest. The fact is that the guy was up and down like a whore breeches p [ara at the end say that unfortunately had expired that day and therefore could receive the call previous (hoaxes).
Finally, the fact is that when you return to the Canaries, if not remedied Orange (q I doubt) I'll have to use a new number (which will make me get rid of all those unwanted calls q never received while I allow to think that if the rock does not call me ever to meet me aq can occur not have realized that the number is no longer valid and they are happening infrucuosamente whole afternoons trying to communicate with my former number.
Well I leave and I am still in the office and it is growing late. Tomorrow, if things go well I will dedicate more things to tell (you know you not.) So far today I wisely to get away with a fresh wind that I expected a bit of food to commission yesterday nepali phone (they are the cream but is very similar to Indian food) and it was brutal (but unfortunately I'll have to throw tons today of rice to fill because yesterday devour most of my desert rations.) And is that since Juliet has given me the life of someone living alone since I have been an uphill struggle sometimes to not look like a poor stray dog do things like order food for two and eat it in two days ... put a mask on the wall of the house (much more ugly that Juliet of course) and talk regularly and even laugh out loud at his jokes ... in short, normal things. The thing is not that bad ... except for a few days ago I saw a small group of children who have just left school and were all in uniform with his Bow-Tie and its pullovitos ... all in a row of two shaking hands, just feet off the ground and I each step follows the mind frame of mind:
A few would be able to topple hosts before anyone was able to stop?
Anyway, as I said Michael Ende "that's another story must be told in another place."
Every time I prepare to update the journal I find that the events that have taken place lately are too numerous to translate them into a single post. Maxime if they are to do with something of quality (which luckily I from the first blows to the keyboard decide aside). Count
trip to Barcelona is a necessity, an imperative even for something like this does not happen often on life, in fact mine was kind of brutal destruction of hymen q q is in doubt once again.
I present at the airport on time (something strange on me) wearing jeans and a shirt of pulp fiction in which Travolta and Jackson pointed a gun toward me looking as a Bible text suggests that it going to brush. Peter said to me something like Oh dear! (What would become a "my God" in English, but without mentioning any deity). After that I explained that I had access to the VIP area of the airport and needed to take to get better paint. (I got una chaqueta de su hijo encima y listo! Alli me mame tres gin tonics a toda leche para que mis coloretes empezaran a hacer aparicion. Habia que almorzar y para eso nos dirigimos a un restaurante en el propio aeorpuerto donde mientras Peter regañaba a su hijo por no haber bebido suficiente, nos sentamos a pedir una bandeja de marisco y una botella de champagne para celebrar el que seria "el viaje de tipos" a ver al FC Barcelona. Una pasada, se rieron de que diera buena cuenta de la ostra que venia en la bandeja sin casi pensarmelo a pesar de haber dicho que aun no las habia probado en mi vida.
Esa fue la tonica en general, me pagaron todas las comidas, los taxis que necesitase, la entrada al partido, el alojamiento, y las bebidas por la noche. Cuando gracais I told him I said "thank you for your years of hard work ..." and all those kinds of things one is not expected of a boss (come as standard practice is that one incurs a sack but it never agadezca boss and this man is carrying, not only in terms of incentives, but now that tb .)
Best took place (apart from the great game the only thing that was bad was the result) anyway the night that we ride and we stick an unprecedented binge. We went in Barcelona's Olympic Port, where there are lots of mini pubs and we were going from one to another and calling until the end and then start again. At the end I could not cope with the beers (thank god I decided to ask because otherwise beers had dead.) The conclusion was to finish playing the bongos to the animation of a pub had vacated a second to take a break. I did it with such seriousness that Peter joined me and played some dishes with his head.
Worst to slair, where a guy approached me to talk to me and put her hand on her hip, I wonder if it was an English that had come to support Chelsea (I had heard talking to the son of Peter in the language Shakespeare). Naturally I said no and that was the Barcelona to sack and a whole series of crazy things that always gave and when I'm drunk I suppose most dire times higher and even less interest. Q The truth is when we set out to take away the taxi and I felt that something had happened, so check instantly if he had the wallet and saw that they had taken Gañan. I ran to him and told him what happened (Peter said that I was a little violent because he grabbed her arm, but I think not, in fact I remember to have told more like, "I have removed the bag and such ... give it back ...) in natural plan. The inexplicably handed it back and finished with all my belongings (the portfolio had two credit cards and a hundred eurazos) safe in the hotel.
The next day the worst happened, I went to English recharge my mobile and told me my phone card had been canceled because there was recharged in one year to which he replied "no more skunks ayercito but if it received a call" in Catalunya is impersonate better abroad if you're not so catalan d rather throw the ease and pretend to be English or Argentine simulate gave me a Mexican accent, which is much coolest. The fact is that the guy was up and down like a whore breeches p [ara at the end say that unfortunately had expired that day and therefore could receive the call previous (hoaxes).
Finally, the fact is that when you return to the Canaries, if not remedied Orange (q I doubt) I'll have to use a new number (which will make me get rid of all those unwanted calls q never received while I allow to think that if the rock does not call me ever to meet me aq can occur not have realized that the number is no longer valid and they are happening infrucuosamente whole afternoons trying to communicate with my former number.
Well I leave and I am still in the office and it is growing late. Tomorrow, if things go well I will dedicate more things to tell (you know you not.) So far today I wisely to get away with a fresh wind that I expected a bit of food to commission yesterday nepali phone (they are the cream but is very similar to Indian food) and it was brutal (but unfortunately I'll have to throw tons today of rice to fill because yesterday devour most of my desert rations.) And is that since Juliet has given me the life of someone living alone since I have been an uphill struggle sometimes to not look like a poor stray dog do things like order food for two and eat it in two days ... put a mask on the wall of the house (much more ugly that Juliet of course) and talk regularly and even laugh out loud at his jokes ... in short, normal things. The thing is not that bad ... except for a few days ago I saw a small group of children who have just left school and were all in uniform with his Bow-Tie and its pullovitos ... all in a row of two shaking hands, just feet off the ground and I each step follows the mind frame of mind:
A few would be able to topple hosts before anyone was able to stop?
Anyway, as I said Michael Ende "that's another story must be told in another place."
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