again I catch the bull
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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