Half of May I visited in Aragon. The main reason for my trip, as expected, was closer to Huesca to be with Maria del Pilar, but taking advantage of some co-workers were in Zaragoza, I also went there to work for a while and take advantage of the stay. Also, the main advantage of this approach was able to on Wednesday and that the university would take over expenses ... excellent!
Thursday was an intense morning of work, oddly enough. The problem was the trip to Zaragoza Huesca, after having breakfast too fast, the bus ride was a bit distressing. Once I took the position could not even move for no messing. In short, throughout the trip I was agreeing to the great song of Reno Renardo "N i one stop."
Thursday was an intense morning of work, oddly enough. The problem was the trip to Zaragoza Huesca, after having breakfast too fast, the bus ride was a bit distressing. Once I took the position could not even move for no messing. In short, throughout the trip I was agreeing to the great song of Reno Renardo "N i one stop."
But beyond that, as I was counting, after a hard morning of work and programming, we sat down after dinner to watch quietly Learn and Earn (commenting course Jordi Hurtado is dead ...) and then we caught up to the mythical youtube videos
on Friday and I was all day in Huesca, so I took to be with Pilar to an interview on Radio Huesca. At first one is a little nervous for what's out on the radio, but I was not I who had to speak, was so comfortable. They put us in the cloisters of a museum there and made us sit comfortably at some typical questions to muddle through on what such classes at school and stuff. It was fast and fun, an experience to tell the grandkids:)
night I was dining with people from school, and the truth that was quite entertaining, despite my usual me costs attached to new people first. The only negative, cold weather, which had the ball as two conguitos, lol. The funny note was the "macrobotellones" end of studies in which there was, of course, far less people and environment than any weekend in the botellodromo of Granada. But hey, if oscenos are happy and ...
next day took advantage of the prevailing weather (rare, especially in the cold the day before), to give a vueltecilla the park and take a cold. Although insisted the waiter to bring me a milkshake normal, bottle, no ice cream, I finally got a ice cream milkshake those of 4 euros, but ... what can we do. Curious what the day was the coca-cola macrobotella which of course was enough gas then, lol.
next day took advantage of the prevailing weather (rare, especially in the cold the day before), to give a vueltecilla the park and take a cold. Although insisted the waiter to bring me a milkshake normal, bottle, no ice cream, I finally got a ice cream milkshake those of 4 euros, but ... what can we do. Curious what the day was the coca-cola macrobotella which of course was enough gas then, lol.
Well, a lot more art was the lady with the clothespin still put on the jacket. I appreciate the detail when I had to take off my sunglasses and approached the scene to believe it really, because I felt just incredible. What we could laugh at his expense that day ... poor woman! Though honestly the worst thing was that none of her friends had enough to warn her sympathy ... what angel!
Later in the night after football (who would send me to Madrid, I see how bad they are) and know that Norway had almost stayed Eurovision and last (why not give 1 more dot Finland ... I shit in the sea) we take us a while to some beers, with the pleasant surprise of finding a 1925 Alhambra there in the bar. Without hesitation we had to ask one, because it is luxury that you cracks (alijera you lame, you arcanso runs).
But if there was something I liked about the evening was the duo that did the football Pilar and I, crushing all oscenos and raising blisters and envy everywhere. I think that the cause of victory, apart from great training behind us, was the hand that almost all goals scored, the hand "Death" painted in one sitting by Pilar:)
Sunday was the sad day of farewell, but I never thought going home would be so moved. Pilar kept me company at the station until the train to come out, so at least I was not so boring. So we take this opportunity to give us a picture tarot cow, that was the point of the day.
The problems began when getting on the train. The bad habit of buying the ticket and forget youth card at home, made him to go to the box office lately, with men taking it in stride and the train about to leave. At the final time the shipment arrived, but when my car was not started to worry. I asked a man who was there and once I looked at my ticket in a serious voice said, "is that this is not your train if you're just not in the way of the side." The problem was when I turned around and saw the train pulling the doors closed and gone ... I did the world over. Fortunately treated me very well and changed my ticket for a little extra for a trip to Madrid and Madrid to Antequera. Overall, only got 4 hours later ... what a fucking.
So there I was bored and having a good time to do a damn scale Atocha, which would have been a horror of not having met with all the Real Madrid team basketball on their way to Barcelona to play with the Youth. Do not miss the opportunity and I took a picture with my idol Felipe Reyes.
I finally got to Antequera where I could not believe. But my woes followed when paying the parking, since they do not have enough loose and fucking machine did not accept cards, so I had to get money to the appropriate committee ... And if that was the only bad thing, then there was the grace of a cash machine returned a ticket eaten shit (with something like chocolate ... I hope it was chocolate paste) that the machine did not accept ... so I had go to switch to the cafeteria.
Fortunately that was the last incidence of the trip, since the drive back was no problem and certainly none was ever so happy to go home, lol.
Anyway, that was my incredible experience in just 4 days, I become a week and long story!
Fortunately that was the last incidence of the trip, since the drive back was no problem and certainly none was ever so happy to go home, lol.
Anyway, that was my incredible experience in just 4 days, I become a week and long story!
