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15 days ago changed my life. All those desires that you get when you start the year, I will have met me in 2010.

has been a very good year, I had much work in this era we live in, I can not complain. In health, I have not had anything remarkable, removing the thousands of pain I mark the body but let me enjoy my favorite leisure activities, football and cycling, and finally the great joy of my house for Christmas, the small Paul.

First Christmas in the company, party to all hours of day and night, although I must admit that I have a home joyica.

Christmases are still different between changing diapers, clothes, chest and the little free time that leaves us to organize the house, we can conclude a very homey Christmas, as one would expect.

I wish you a HAPPY NEW YEAR 2011 and I wish you the same happiness I in 2010. I will ask for my stay as I am, I think better will be difficult ... well a little bit of sleep I'm not going to reject them.

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a bridge I have not stopped, instead of rest and wait quietly for the events happen, I spend my days between lunches, dinners and as I have a place even if it's 9 am to take the bike and pull to the mountain like goats.

On Saturday I went callback request as of late, rather always good because compis have given up, towards the Watchmaker. Chacho it was cold, the gloves with bare fingers he wore, was of no use to the freezing point, I thought that would end up as Edurne Pasabán down one of its eight thousand and on top of the raincoat has broken zipper and me close with Velcro, but I will air on all sides.

Today I come to shoot for the mountain, this time with Raul, always the same path, because now I'm prepared to mobile if I have to go around running and throwing to home, will not be the distinguished guest, I'm looking forward to many years to stay on ahead. Now my output is climbing up and down the same road, about 15 km without losses, straight line, no time for more, I'm tense waiting for the call.

Today we started early, 9:15. Preparadico was I more than ever, my tights, the shorts, the shirt underneath the jersey, some sleeves, a sweatshirt to avoid the cold and the rain jacket on top to avoid missing me na, so I was fitted for a cold morning December as two days ago and joer, as always happens in Murcia ... Chacha hot! We were both sweating profusely. This is what usually happens in our beloved land, dawns with rain and is starting to climb the mountain, the sun and what is worse, gave us warm air in the face, seemed to spring Murcia.

for the first time I went to the antennas, I usually always stay at the crossroads, to pull to one side or the other. Raul had warned me that it was hard, but after uploading Meanwhile, about 500 meters could not be much. Well I was wrong, has been hard joer the end, I thought that never came, but luckily views to the Mar Menor, Murcia Espuña or to have paid off. And to vouch for them, here I put a photic made mobile by Raul from above.

Murcia and Sierra are delights to behold.

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Jumilla Wines and meal


On Sunday I had a good day with friends in Jumilla. We visit a winery in the land, Bodegas Silvano Garcia , and after giving a small tour of the facilities and attend to the explanations the winemaking process we made a small taste of 5 wines.

before trying, we had a small sample of tastes with expliaciones. As of now I can show off every time you eat out there and ask for the wine. I know how you have to see the color, the tears, the smell and finally taste. Total and then to say whether I like it or not, that after all is what matters, to give the note and are the experts. We tried three wines

Viña Honda, one young, one foster and one reserve, and the truth is that had everything. The boy did not convince me, the aging, after aeration and finally went better than I liked the book but was strong enough for me, because I'm not a big drinker of wine. Then we went to the sweet wines Silvano Garcia Monastrell and Moscatel, this was the highlight of this winery and stayed to the end. This did not disappoint and is a good sweet wine, for my taste plus the Monastrell Muscat, but both were good, all these tastings accompanied by potatoes, cascarujas and a few pieces of sausage and chorizo. The truth that for five dollars, everything was fine.

you can imagine that we left all positions a bit so mixture of wine and how good we kept Murcia or drop into the cups. That prospect and will not shoot us, so I put in the cup I drank it, so if I'm not careful I go on all fours.

end the day we went to eat at Restaurant Loreto a good tasting menu. Good quality food and great price. A mansion in the old town of Jumilla turned-restaurant, with small rooms over four rooms of the house decorated as before. If you are Jumilla is a good place to eat.

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When we come to realize we near Christmas and I did not buy or a gift. Every year I intend to do the same for these dates, browse start releasing what are the good gifts for these Kings and time to make such purchases for the January 5 does not have to rush.

This year in addition to what I have fucked. As not making it, see if the family does not stay if your gift. With the new occupant of the house will come a little bit before going to Santa to leave ... or sleep.

'm at that stage of preparation for the imminent birth of the child (as would the former Minister Peer-DA). One wants to spend nine months to hold him, is a long time to prepare and I think now is when one begins to get nervous, especially when you see the house is being invaded by all the baby items that are in the market. One of these days I removed a stuffed my room in the bed.

If you do not write so much is because the time I have absorbed the brain and the imagination is limited to pacifiers, diapers, pram, bath, clothes ... and a large number of childcare articles recommend you all the magazines. Not to mention the myriad of books recommended for crying, sleeping, to entertain, to the chest ... read luckily I'm no good.

each passing day, the wait is reduced and increases looking forward to the day rush to the hospital to have my new home boy Murcia.

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The government is doing very mixed, with much change Zapatero will go crazy. We carry a term with so many changes last sticker that I do not know who is who. What this government is to study, among so many labor reform, both budget and terrorism as the years pass and instead of throwing up, each time seems more sunken ship and that I do not understand na.

What I'm glad it disappears as-da ministry because the truth is that no good pa na, as we say the Murcia. So much money spent on putting an "a" at the end of each neutral word gives the impression that 7 years have been lost in anything else. I'm not saying that there is no medical to say, but what is needed for this ministry?

Trini Now we have to stumble through the world with an accent so exquisite after his gaffe in Madrid, sending fledged Rubalcaba (appears successor) and a triministerio Leire that neither she believes, with job change who say that this is union, then you start to fix the mess the Corbacho, who "has given them the money to hire companies ..? noooooo more well to fire. So we are going to Espen, looks like a des-fledged government. (For the record, I say fuck)

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HOLIDAYS IN MEXICO. Part 5: HOLIDAYS IN MEXICO CITY MEXICO

was the day September 15, 2010. The most awaited day for all Mexicans. 200 years ago began the process by which achieved independence from Spain, the process by which it would acquire an identity, a mix of ancient pre-Hispanic cultures and customs and norms imposed by the English colonization (such as the imposition of religion Christian). We arrived at the bus station after a trip of about 11 hours. Paola and I decided to wait a bit on the station for the arrival of Ignacio and Santiago Izquierdo siblings. Unfortunately for them, or not, during his first days in Mexico City was raining so they decided to continue your journey and leave Oaxaca City to visit the end of your stay in Santiago in Mexico. Fortunately, during those days visiting the capital, could match the 3 to celebrate the national holiday in the Zocalo, the center of the capital. During breakfast at the station stayed on this, go to the Zocalo. They would just settle into your hotel. I would then go shopping first wanted to take some things for Spain. Paola would accompany me to shop in the Merced market, famous for the huge amount of prostitution that exists in its environs, and the low cost of these services (20 pesos, which is little more than one euro, as Paola told me, but I did not confirm it when I passed dozens and dozens of prostitutes who occupied much of a crowded street, shops and more people.) According to Paola is a dangerous place, but I thought I did not. She was not going to accompany the celebrations of the socket because it would not feel comfortable in a crowded place, or was it because you embarrassed to be surrounded by españolitos?.

Well, the purchases were a bit overwhelming, due to limited living space between the posts, the large agglomerations of people, that nervousness before an important celebration, the traffic ... Because of this, we did not find key rings of which at the time told me about being in Manzanillo Paola about to buy the ground that in the DF were nicer and cheaper, just give me time to buy gifts for females. But also bought some sweet, some spicy goodies, jamaica flowers, salsa valentina and no tequila, because the prohibition did not allow their sale. Yes, you heard right, prohibition, which lasted from 15 to 17, inclusive, for security reasons. But ... if you know there will be prohibition, can supply the previous days. In short, things that happen in Mexico. Well after a morning of shopping and a large meal, Paola backpack loaded to the utmost and we went each to one side. She has her mother's house, filled to the brim with my stuff. I socket, with a bag of cheats (giant worms something spicy, but not much). Well, it was a bag, a bag was more or less the size of a pack of 4 bottles of pocacola of 2 liters each. As I drove to the base, a deserted street, full of police cars, military cadets (unarmed, which I do not know what use it in an emergency) and prostitutes, my phone rang. The heat was stifling. I walk something in a hurry. I read the message. The left needed water. I kept walking. I could not find where to buy water. I kept walking. Wonder how to get to a military base. The do not know. Asked another. Yes. Tells me. I continue walking. It's hot. Find where to buy water. Buy it. Continuing my way and reached the first of the controls. Let me pass without further. I see a tail to the start and was strange, but since I did not want to think continuously. Shit. After walking one block (block) I find the second control. Have to queue to enter (or train, as would the Mexicans). I am looking for the end of the queue. It is two and a half blocks. After waiting a while, I find that output queue is the output queue, but a loop to enter. That is, it's like to go and return to a point but having to wait for people to forward progress. Fortunately soon much in advance. Yes, the streets are full of personal security forces. When I can start entering frisk me. I do not wear anything dangerous. Then I have to wait another queue to go through one of the do not know if 15 or 20 metal detectors are installed. A sign indicates that it is forbidden to put flags, alcohol, firecrackers, weapons and do not know how many more. Fortunately my only weapons are a bottle of water and a giant bag full of cheats (that's what they call Mexicans). After gaining entry, I realize that I find my compatriots can be tricky. I stand in a place easy to find and proceed to contact it via phone. Remain in the Burger King, supplies. I hope. When they are close to inform me of their coordinates. I, as an expert on geolocation, I stand on tiptoe and begin to scan at the level of the line formed by the heads of people located at high altitude. Why?. That at that level is where I find a familiar face. My gut does not fail. The meeting. I see. I approach them. Interestingly there is a radius of 3 or 4 feet around them where there is no human. I already noticed that we are infiltrators. After waiting for them to finish eating we went to a vantage point, midway between the two main stages.
The truth is I do not know how it all started, but all of a sudden, started throwing a white elongated objects and many corners of the square. At first it was in the distance, but gradually the rain of those objects are closer to us. What will?. When we knew what they were, we wanted one!, One for each!. They were plastic ponchos containing lights of those who have multiple positions intermittently. Then we mounted guard waiting for prey to pass close to us. It was crazy. When a white bar near our area there was always someone more attentive or better placed than us who snatched precious prize. And on many occasions that someone was the same person, a young man who came with the whole family and that was getting lights for everyone. There were complaints by the English sector. He laughed and went about their business. To me I missed a couple of hands, so that complaints and humiliation suffered by Santi and Ignacio and anyone else who joined them. Finally I said to the young man that gave Catch-cheats if I was getting one. No luck. But his family got the cheats. The large size of the bag and its contents made us famous in the neighborhood, we were the children of the cheats. There were people who screamed. They were awarded.


The truth is that most of the shows were organized up to 22 hours were not worthy of the occasion, and except lights and other releases climax in which all ended up sitting on the floor, nothing else much encouraged. I mean, if it had not been for the environment and the general public would have been a bit boring. And the moment that culminates in the one just sitting was because the mob cheered in unison "That feel, that sienteee" and if you sat ... I could spend it all. There was a girl, whom I shall call "The White", that despite all the shouting for them to sit down, touching even the lack of respect, stood his ground and not bend your knees or a millimeter. I could not believe the situation and could not for laughing. The remaining people were afraid to get up, and we had to put up with numbness and discomfort arising from bad posture.

And if something is characterized Mexicans may be for his sincerity, and if not to tell the poor show host, what is it like to be booed every time he left the stage. Moreover, he had composed a sort of anthem for the bicentennial, but people instead sang Cielito Lindo. I guess enough at the time he submitted it to the English few compatriots now they were forced to sing a song a little ... ugly truth.

And fortunately, after waiting more enlivened by people for the shows prepared for the occasion, arrived at 10 pm. Since that time there were only 60 minutes to the traditional act of shouting, and those 60 minutes were spectacular. The first was the connection to televisions around the world, during which most people sheathed our ponchos and we lit our lamps to celebrate what little was left to cry. At that time Jesus appeared to us a few meters away, ah no, sorry, it seemed a mystical being, but it really was a man who had surrounded the torch head like a crown, to which he had raised his arms while maintaining cross-shaped open. If ... There buzzed people everywhere. In addition, he began to reach the socket just before the parade that we saw on the screens along the major routes from Mexico City, where he still was daylight while in the Zocalo dark. The truth is I was curradísimo all artifacts and costumes paraded, the most striking a giant feathered serpent (take plastic and lots of air) and the colossus, a statue of Zapata's not how many meters tall (30 "? 40? 50?) which was carried chunks before being mounted in the socket. If anyone wants to see pictures of this can browse the net or go to www.ignacioizquierdo.com, where I hope that soon put Ignacio some pictures. I did not much no good pictures because for reasons of security (or insecurity) I took the small camera and was not really the most appropriate for the occasion, but for that we have to Ignacio and Santi.
Once the parade arrived and stood up to Zapata, reached the peak, THE SCREAM!. The president of the Mexican Republic showed up in the balcony of the Palacio Nacional. Rang the bell and began his brief speech, which was basically a series of cheer national heroes, the independence, the bicentennial and Mexico (three times). Awesome feeling, after each "Viva ... not Who "of the president around the world shouting" Viva! ", and one felt as the sound reverberated, as the base remained small (despite being one of the largest squares in the world), how people were proud of their country, how thrilling. And with each "Viva Mexico" the president and the people shouted louder and louder, and after this peak time, people began to shout for joy and celebrate the victory, the victory that conceived two centuries ago and they did have a very unique identity and both the country as a whole people.
After this moving ceremony, the president retired and started a fire show on the National Palace, accompanied by music and fireworks. Then followed more fireworks, this time from the Cathedral, whose facade is projected images of motifs typical of Mexico.

And after all this great show an army of Chaparritas with brooms began clearing the entire square of crap and I do not know whether Dred, of people who were evacuating the area more effectively than if own Police had been the executive arm of the eviction. We went to a bar for a beer and little else, and that the next day some had a one day visit to pyramids and other had to prepare to return to Spain.

The truth is it was a very intense and full of emotions and feelings. I do not know if there is a better way to say goodbye, for now, a country like Mexico.

VIVA MEXICO!

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Anda Murcia revolutionized the thing with both search and arrest by the works of the north. Today that are political or work in town and you should go cagaico at all times. One morning you wake up at home and you are ringing the bell at 8 to register all you have. If I sensed that something was wrong, dress and grooming sleep, lest I go to take to court with her rollers.

Normally in these cases, start at one and the end is presented as 95 in the Malaya case in court. If only that when you steal, you can still escape, but is that 95, at the end somewhere you hunt, as they say greed breaks the sack and that the sack of money to be exact. To see the Rock and sitting company with many lawyers, it seems more than a trial of urban corruption, one of the American Mafia with Al Capone in the first seat of the accused. If you come to think it is very similar.

What is clear is that if we returned all the money sausages that have been so there would be no crisis. Zapatero should join this theory, is another good excuse to explain what he's doing wrong. If I was would be in jail until he returned every cent that have been, we would see as more than one would think before putting her hand.

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. PART 4: MANZANILLO.

was Thursday, the first of the month, and long before dawn, having slept little and not very good, this is up here. The bus leaves very early and we must seize to visit Guadalajara before coming to Manzanillo. After about 5 hours away and I arrived in Guadalajara reported. To Manzanillo are another 3 or 4 (can not remember). Because of my restlessness, I decided to take the bus to Manzanillo, Guadalajara would be the excuse for other observations in the country, holidays that will come true at the latest within 4 years. He had been a week in Mexico and I fancied that took months, not because the time pass slowly, but because I had lived through many things and also the kindness and friendly atmosphere made you feel that way, as if you have long lived there. After spending a few days in Mexico City, a city slightly knew before and I keep craving too busy, a little bleak (and I mean the city, not the kindness and good treatment they gave me and his mother Paola The latter even already got me for laugh at my expense, as does his daughter), and after two beautiful and welcoming city that had not visited before, played back to Manzanillo, a city where 3 years ago had lived for more than 6 months.
When the bus was arriving at my destination it was raining and the bus was too cold, they had the air at full throttle. Seeing the big picture if I raised my stay in Manzanillo going to miss those pants that I brought in my backpack because I pressed a little fat is bad. But just getting off the bus I realized that I was right, the moist heat was stifling. In fact, during the days I spent there, I had several menopause during which I heated a lot and sweated through every pore and have gotten my body.
How many days I spent in Manzanillo, 11 if I remember correctly, I will go to have what I did every day and I'll show you an overview of how they were my days there. I note that I had the strange feeling that I was not there on holiday but it was as if he had lived there all his life y. .. I do not know, was weird, it was like to feel that the time had not passed since I left, and that everything was more or less the same. Manzanillo my days there were like a vacation within my vacation, a rest period after my first vacation period during which not only had aprado and went back and forth to visit and learn about places and people. Now it was resting, watching the people who had lived and work a few years ago. The first of these persons: Gaby. Which was my home and roommate while back, and he offered me accommodation. I arrived at a delicate time for Gaby, because he had his house works and also were going to return a house to rent gave a year ago. Although it does not hesitate to give me anywhere to stay. The first days were spent in the street oyster house, then spent a few days in Colima, capital of the state, and city living parents and her boyfriend. It was nice to see her parents, whom I asked when they would go back to my parents there, and I indicated that if all goes well (which will happen) next year will pay them a visit. On seeing them again gave me that strange feeling that time is not spent, it just took a few weeks or days without seeing them. I guess the kindness and friendliness of both was that this feeling was installed in me. After all those days in Colima, during which I had a day of river and fish fry, a few games of Catan yuna visit to the family home of Arthur (Gaby's boyfriend) with the viewing of the last Stallone film even returned to Manzanillo and Gaby helped to make the decision to move house (as the house of Villa del Mar was safer and more spacious) and also helped get things moving.

Gaby, his home unrecognizable.

Besides spending most evenings with Gaby, I took the rest of the day during my stay there to go to college and that was my view that was my boss., Linan. We were talking about projects in which he walks to work, the thesis that I'm also engaged and asked me to go to the pool to take pieces of coral for some experiments were almost ready. Too bad that in the end failed to resolve some problems of pH in the experimental tanks in time for me to accompany them, but ... maybe next time. While in school I was shocked that the library would remember me and allow me to use a computer by the face . I also saw some teachers and students, as well as a couple of assistants Liñán with which I agreed at the time.
There were a couple of days that I approached "The Chute" neighborhood where they live and Naomi James, fellow adventurers. Interestingly, the lady at the grocery store also remembered me and I was trusting packaging beer, something that James did not. One of these days I enjoy a chili cooked by Naomi but done very little chile to prove I did not bother to eat, and that years ago I ended up crying while I ate enchiladas prepared for it.

between Santiago and Naomi.

The remaining days were spent primarily taking walks on the beach, at home watching TV while pouring rain on the street, bathing in the beach accompanied by Paola (who came to spend some days in Manzanillo), seeing more people (Mauricio, Rafael, Alejandro ...) and enjoying the pool Gaby's new home. And really I think it was a few days a bit more personal, more to think about my near future, to establish new goals, to enjoy the people I spent so many years ago now, of ... I do not know, the fact is that as I will not curl much counting things that probably only interests me, I leave a series of photos, with some more or less long comment about what they contain.

Mauricio (aka Tigre), Jose (aka Pepe) and Rafa (aka Kuas), doing what they do best.

Some of the many traces of action of annoying flies on me. There was a moment in which I counted 50 bites just below the ankles. Luckily the beach water helped them to disappear quickly and none of my assailants was carrying the dreaded dengue virus.

Hearing. beach is surrounded by hotels and mansions.

With Paola on the beach of La Boquita.

A famous! calls himself K-paz cans "or" Group cans. " There are plenty of videos of him on the Internet. I'm surprised how easy it can be to make a living honestly and cheering people on. He is a genius. I leave a LINK for you know them.

The Boquita. The Boquita is the beach next to the reef that was once the object of my research study. To this day who was my boss has already conducted experiments in which more than demonstrates convincingly that the poor condition of this reef is due to channel hot hypersaline water poured directly on the reef. This channel comes from a lake that is bordered by areas mangrove and the University.

swordfish. Manzanillo is known as the World Capital of Swordfish Fishing. And yes, that ugly is the most characteristic monument of the city, you can see for miles.

The two sea breams. One morning shopping in the center with a atosigante heat can impair mental health. The concern is that the photo was taken before you start window shopping.

What a great friendship!

Making silly pictures between shop and shop.

in the office.

As a record of human stupidity, at the time, when I changed euros for dollars, I decided not to change all euros. During my days in Manzanillo spent a period of "circumstantial poverty", as my credit card refused to work, and my weight was decreasing in amount to almost nothing. Besides, I had 60 euros in the portfolio that were useless. What was brown!, The had to be changed in due course. But hey, at the end I could solve my state and let behind this "circumstantial poverty" that made me think that the point of having money in the bank if you can not access it. Giving life lessons.

the end the days I did very little to do whatever I wanted, but hopefully in a few years back. And after spending several days in which it was my city, played back to Mexico City, where would one Wednesday 15 September, the day of the Bicentennial of the Independence of Mexico, the day which would be held a ceremony known as "El Grito" in which he plays the short, direct and concise end of dicsurso that once gave the priest Miguel Hidalgo in the town of Dolores (now known as Dolores Hidalgo) and was the starting point of the War of Independence from Mexico. I still do not know what was going to do or where I would be during the celebration of this national holiday, but ...

... I'll tell you.

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urban Corruption Cosas de Casa II: The iron

At the time I have to put a washing machine was a puzzle, but then not having to iron it falls short. To be honest I do enough, because every time I put may take a couple of Hořice and have two shirts ironed.

When are the shirts ironed? When you have four wrinkles, three, two or one, well the latter has not been the case. There is nothing more than fuck me to see a wrinkle in the shirt, take the plate, slide it up, finish removing them proud and ... to reverse the shirt and watch as it appears another on the other side, you have to fuck. In the end it becomes a vicious circle, never just to iron a shirt perfectly for a man. And when all seems to have come to an end, you have to put a bend, you never stay the same, so my wife told me to hang on hangers, acho and do not know what savings I do not come sweats.

I do not want to talk about a shirt, and that is to die for, to begin with never find the right way to put it on the table, there is always somewhere that is not flat to pass the plate. Not to mention the manga now, that's crazy ... how long I can be with one? normally until you see my wife and turned on by the slowness with which I look at the shirt, this is the right time. I do not know my shirt ironed that has not finished with a ridge that divides the sleeve along two totally asymmetric parts.

What a pleasure it is ironing jeans, so if that does not give problems you pass up and down the iron as well as it seems to hang it on a hanger, so it does not have to be very thorough, complete as soon as you submit it the next day as you were in the laundry basket .

In short, is put in front of a plate with a pile of clothes and think I have a thousand-piece puzzle to me to finish in under an hour. Do you feel like running away?

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HOLIDAYS IN MEXICO. PART 3: GUANAJUATO.

... I decided to head toward the village, because I thought (yes, sometimes I do more than it should) that maybe it took something in the village of Guanajuato from the station bus. And I was right. Just over half an hour late in arriving, and Guanajuato, the twin city Alcalá de Henares, is in a valley where one of the few pathways are tunnels crossing the mountain. After reaching the village gave me a brief walk, backpacks and chest, looking for what was to be my home for the night I managed to find her. And after installing, is to leave things lying out there and catch the essence, I went in search of that would be my sidekick for at least that day. Ignacio Izquierdo. It is strange because it is a person you've known a lot but which I have never lived. Something similar happened to me 3 years ago when I came to Mexico to visit my friend Javi, whom I know since I was 4 years old, with whom I talk since we were 6 or 7, and with whom I had hitherto never lived together for several days under the same roof. I must say, indicate, point and reseñalar that Ignacio is involved in what will be one of the greatest adventures, if not most of his life, are traveling around the world, has since May of last year out of Spain, which my view is incredible and very worthwhile. And if you also gives us plenty of amazing photos and experiences through his blog: http://www.ignacioizquierdo.com/blog/. Well, after this brief introduction I continue with mine. In the lodge where I stayed had a terrace which had a refrigerator (fridge), microwave, sink and other equipment to the food demands autosastifacer you suffer. And besides that ... stunning views. Too bad that in the end I could not enjoy such facilities, but I know where to stay if in the future I fall for this beautiful city.

The view from the terrace of the hostel (Casa. .. I do not remember, but it comes in travel guides)

addition, the hostel owner, who lived there gave me a map of the city and explained what to see, where to eat and how and how soon to reach the bus station (and I insisted that I go to see the terrace). After all this contact via phone with Ignacio a little breakfast and went to the meeting point, where I was hoping reading that book I bought in Madrid for just 20 cents and that was my entertainment in times of rest or inactivity (until I finished it, and I had buy a larger one for 35 pesos, but that was much later). The fact is that while waiting, I thought about the risk he was because Ignatius had in Guanajuato from the day before, and as I was going to adapt to their plan, I could not see some of the most interesting place. But soon after, after meet, greet and catch up on some things and others in a cafe told me that the day before everything was closed, which was devoted to walking the streets with camera in hand and taking photos. Right now I can not you link your entry to these pictures because he has not published yet, but I will be cold and calculating and not publish until I will not either, so I put your link at the bottom of this post. Juah Juah juah!.
and coffee in hand in hand and orange juice in mine, was hatched our plan of attack to see the city. First we went to the theater where we had been, where besides the theater itself was not much more to see. Luckily I struggled a bit and took a good picture. No?. Well, the lights are a little loud, but ... can not do more.

The Teatro Juárez.

Teatro Juárez

After we went in search of Don Quixote Iconographic Museum, because for non-educated, I inform you that Don Quixote was written by Miguel de Cervantes and Miguel de Cervantes was born in Alcalá de Henares (Madrid, Spain), city Torrejón de Ardoz neighbor where I'm natural, and as Guanajuato is twinned with Alcalá de Henares it is essential to have a museum dedicated to the most famous literary character out of Alcalá de Henares, Spain and Latin America. Actually what I liked about the museum is showing numerous interpretations performed by two artists, both pictorial and sculptural Don Quixote and Sancho Panza. I even thought about what it would be my version, and basically with a vertical line and a circle was made, but surely someone has thought of before me, and it now has the chance to copy me, but you have to contextualize the work to acquire meaning (this phrase to look smart). As proof that sometimes leaves us intelligence, after walking a little Guanajuato were looking at the map to find that museum and after much thought we realized that we had in front. Go two!.
And how I do not remember the exact order of events of the day; I will quote more or less what happened to us. We were walking through the center of the city, visiting the "Alley of the Kiss", where a couple like Romeo and Juliet lived apart for social reasons but he moved in front of her in an alley where it was leaning a little to give kiss. I took a picture Ignacio emulating that moment as street people looked at me strangely because of my posture and behavior, but that picture is not yet in my possession. Sorry. Also we visited the market and some souvenir shops in the area. I leave a few pictures:

stalls selling dried chile. I assure that part of the tart (which is not the same here in Spain) on the left there is another hidden in the photo seller. Do you see?

I admire the electricians of Mexico, and this is not the worst I've seen.

This is a portion of a picture made with beads, I even saw the head of a puma on the size of a source for salads made with this technique. Impressive cast patience and time.

After mortar were eating with a friend of Ignatius, and when I say I mean molcajete a volcanic stone mortar-shaped giant serving meat and vegetables with the stone still warm. Delicious. For more information CLICK HERE (and to enjoy many more photos). After eating, with the torpor of a stomach full of food, exhaustion have been kicking and to stand almost at five in the morning, we decided to do the nicest thing you can do just eaten: see the famous mummies of Guanajuato. They have an age of few hundred years, and are preserved so well because they were unclaimed bodies and stayed for years and centuries in a room of a convent or abbey or something how ham drying five jacks. As least at present sets with glass partitions to separate them from visitors, but until a few years ago were flanking a passageway through which one could move, touch them, stealing their clothes or taking off body parts, hence the switch to the current setup. I do not know whether to say fortunately or unfortunately can not take pictures inside, and you have a bodyguard watching over the image rights of the mummies, but I assure you not very nice to see them there, extremely dry and brittle. Women with sagging breasts and empty, like two deflated balloons. Some with (buah!, argh!, Give me gag just thinking about it) their pubic hairs, mostly with open mouth grotesque form, many with pieces of clothing and household ... but the worst part was seeing a pregnant woman and her fetus was already a rista of babies who die shortly after they were photographed (typical photo studio) in the arms of their mothers. And after this moment ... macabre at the same interasente, some air was going well.

View from just above the museum of mummies. Right Ignacio in action.

After a breath of fresh air, again we are plunged into the deepest and darkest of human beings: a mine of gold and silver. More specifically, the entrance of a mine, the first 20 meters of 500 and something that has the mine. The atmosphere inside the mine ... moments of heat, cold moments, high humidity, shortness of breath, lack of light (because it was and the guide was the only one lit, and not efficient, the way) and fatigue were only 20 meters but the steep climb steps in such conditions let you into the chassis, and that we were not working!

The entrance of the mine, and our only source of light.

As already beginning to get dark, we went to a vantage point to take advantage of the wide range of lights that takes place in that short space of time is the dusk-dark to take pictures of the city.

View of the Cathedral at dusk. I have material (RAW) to try to mount a panoramic night, but now I have no time or inspiration. Someday I will.

already at nightfall, after an intense day, I reached the threshold psychomotor skills basal and decided to flee to my room, leaving Ignacio in the hands of eager Mexican beers and micheladas.

The next morning, Wednesday the first of the month, we went to San Miguel de Allende, a World Heritage Site. It is a city more orderly and less colorful architecturally Guanajuato, but it had its charm, and is considered a city with a typical Mexican. And basically what we had to visit were not more than churches, cathedrals and the historically important Atotonilco Sanctuary. And this is me this entry is lengthening alarmingly me much, I leave a series of photos.

Ignacio, one of his best poses.

My legs, one little resentful of both boot. But you do not give up so easily.

Candles, peace, tranquility, devotion, forgiveness.

Atotonilco Sanctuary, outside ...

... and inside, full of paintings by any portion of wall.

View of the downtown area.

preparing for the Mexican national holiday, tried to put a flag in front of the truck "right in the radiator? In the air intake?.

I make a point to point the way that usually accompanies me, because at the time I booked flights on the trip simply relying on the cheap in a few more or less predetermined dates. Turns out I had inadvertently raised very well, because the day 15 was Independence Day in Mexico (bicentennial) and Revolution (Centennial), which becomes the largest party, and more on the DF . And the very next day I had my flight back who started the 16 (Thursday) and arrived in Madrid on 17: my mother's birthday!. If, even without wanting to leave things very well.

typical Mexican.

Tacos gorditas, quesadillas ...!!!

Night falls in San Miguel Allende.

artistic picture. A component of one of the many mariachi bands that are taking the center square with the night shift.

And darkness fell.

Well, that night was when I was saturated with tacos and suffered the effects of too hot, resulting in THIS REPORT. The truth is I do not know how I drew attention in the lodge where we were, because my constant trips to the bathroom noise generated not very pleasant, and even in the downstairs bathroom sounded more thing, since as locked under the stairs to amplify the sounds ... you know. The truth is that Ignacio laughed heartily at my expense, the tear was falling and everything. Also that night I realized the tremendous effort and dedication he uses to keep her blog, because it takes a lot to select a few dozen photos from the hundreds of photos every day makes!, And even take to upload your photos (to treat them has a looseness that blew my mind, but I guess that makes you need more business). I got to tell you that in Southeast Asia could well throw 3 hours to upload the pictures, but there you have, up and update their blog at all costs and fighting tooth and nail against all mishaps that may arise. ( HERE is where he talks about the history of Guanajuato and Mexico, interantísimo). As the next night our separate ways, and we said goodbye in the light that we would see English land within at least a month.
Well, as has been demonstrated, if you are a good observer, one will find that I liked Guanajuato San Miguel Allende, which does not mean that he disliked me. I guess the colorful, urban disorder and the main cultural and spaces more attractive to visit Guanajuato.
Finally, leave a photo dedicated to Ignatius, would make a creative effort to put a title for such poetry with meaning, but on second thought I will not spoil it with words, let the photo, and a link to enjoy it.


"Chronicles of a House"