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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.


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After an intense weekend, including the bike, wedding and several meals with many celebrations, I am to throw me down and start shooting. The only thing I have done to prevent weight gain was about 30 km from the Way of the Pure and watchmaker by the Sierra de Carrascoy and I think there has been enough to compensate.

There's nothing like trying to lose kilillos to spare, which are not few, to appear weddings, lunches, dinners, birthdays and celebrations. One always prefers a good tartica cheese to a dish of green beans or a sailor and his horses in a ensaladica Phoenix tomato and onion.

When I started my summer bikini post operation because it was starting to get a bit dramatic dyes and although it started well, now it seems that I have set the parking brake, even one as always looks good and I have the consolation of thinking that I'm picking up good cornering bike so the three days week did not remove them no, but then not reflected explicitly with my friend the weight. Hope I'll always keep thinking I'm losing fat and gaining a little muscle. I've always heard that the experts and you are a marked those words when you hear that a dietitian in one of those early morning of our television programs and when it is time we endorse those words to justify what happens to us.



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HOLIDAYS IN MEXICO. PART 2:

The door opens, I step, and another and another. Look around. My anxiety grows, do not recognize anyone, even fear not recognize my host. My face reflected sadness, the result of fatigue, hunger and anguish of being alone. Suddenly, behind a person, there is an angelic face, smiling, "or laughing at me?, Was Paola, thank goodness!. My face changes and now I smile, and I approached her to say hello as in Mexico, run into the hand, give two jumps with feet together, touring 90 º to right and then another 90 degrees to the left and give him a kiss each cheek, one in the front and one in each hand. NO!. Just kidding, in Mexico only gives a kiss to greet someone on the cheek if not your partner and where you want if it is. In my case it was on the cheek. (NOTE: the English do not read this, in Spain there are two kisses for hello). All this from what I left sad but then I was glad to see Paola do not mind because she loves telling that story, saying he was leaving me with a sad face and when she looks completely changed me. I think he did a post for a laugh on me (which makes it very regularly).

Well after changing my euros (not all) weights and leave my luggage at the Department of Paola went to dinner. What I wanted for dinner?. TACOS. Street Tacos. In Mexico they do not conceive the idea that there are places where there are no street vendors selling tacos, but there are many countries which do not. Or rather, Mexico is the only or the few that have them. So there we were, in the middle of the night, where darkness and silence was broken only by a great hustle and bustle that was formed around a taco stand. What I like about these sites, some of the food, the atmosphere is jovial and relaxed breathing. Young chefs do nothing but laugh and get friendly with a man slightly larger than despatch and keep drinks cold in a bucket of ice blocks. People eat tacos, plate in hand and foot. Also, when I went to pay the conductor began to pretend that he was fighting the lord of the drinks because another guy was putting the horns. These Mexicans are crazy.
After a night of no sleep well, the next morning we went to see the trajineras of Xochimilco, which are like the Venetian gondola but in the middle of a semi-natural area south of Mexico City, with capacity for 20 people, which have 20 seats and a large table where they can eat, drink or do whatever they want. I was totally unaware of the existence of these trajineras, so visit and ride in one of them was a pleasant surprise for me. Furthermore, in the vicinity of the channel by which they are occasional business: Florists, places to eat and even a grocery store (similar to the boutiques of the Chinese "English) in which sold souvenirs and even salamanders. What are the salamanders?. Then he told me the friendly porters (man who carries the trajinera) are some amphibians that live only in the waters of the canals and lakes of Xochimilco and characterized because they are able to regenerate their limbs. I find it shocking that an endemic species are being marketed, or more shocking ... suspect. You can also find stalls, ie trajineras with mariachi bands sure they charge more than 100 pesos per song (I do not got to see despite his insistence), trajineras with flower vendors, roasted corn (corn for Mexicans) and do not know how many more.

Street trading of Xochimilco.

Yes, as shown in the picture, these trajineras move with a long wooden stick, thicker and heavier, and I can assure you it is very tiring to carry, at least for someone without practice, as I do (the picture I took riding a punt or not I have still in my possession, but when you have maybe the show). Some people out of their home, whether for work, shopping or even go to school, they must use these trajineras, are like their cars, but more friendly to the environment, both when construct and to use. Interesting ... can be capricious power say you have to take a boat to work.

A big stick, long and heavy. That is all the necessary traction.

After that we were in Coyoacán, a suburb of Mexico City that has the appearance of people, and here is where lies its appeal: find a town or rural area almost in the middle of one of the largest cities world. It also features street market (which is the same as that market) and having a typical Mexican plaza with its church and its ... I do not remember the name, but is a metal structure with a roof where they can get bands to play, damn my poor memory or ignorance. This park is where Paola insisted I find a place to eat a chile that prepared with a sauce where the main ingredient is pomegranate, and because this is a seasonal dish (as here in Spain with the toast, the butter, nougat and roscones of Kings). I also indicate that at that moment is where Paola began caring too much about me and was all the while saying "Water!" to tell me that there was a step or bump and be careful not to hurt me in the leg.
And after the visit of Coyoacán, eat the chile grenade and walk a little more, we headed Paola department for a nap. After that break more than justified, we went to take a chela (beer) to a department near Paola.
The next morning, Saturday 28 August (so that they are temporarily), we visited the castle of Chapultepec, which now serves as fairgrounds. This castle is located atop a small hill in Chapultepec Park, which is like the Casa de Campo in Madrid, but located in the center of the city, including Central Park in New York (which I only know of films and a Spiderman game for ps2 is set in a recreated great city of New York). And as the House, the Bosque de Chapultepec has a zoo, its lake, amusement park and its underground station, in addition to the aforementioned castle and other attractions such as rake-type stalls which sell a variety of things, squirrels (who long ago that I see in Madrid). There is also an area where Papantla Flyers make their show, but this time I do not see. Once we arrived, on foot, on top of the hill, we were resting at the entrance of the castle while listening attentively to the interesting history of Mexico recently told by a young history teacher who had a 4 or 5 of his students on excursions . I owe him roughly know that story, which basically Maximiliano is that French rules and the people rose from 4 sides, one for each cardinal point, with the east and west more "to the landowners and the north and south (Pancho Villa and Emiliano Zapata) more" to workers of the earth. " The fact is that ultimately end up killing each other and I think it ends in power Benito Juarez (For more information go to another site other than me). The fact that the guy gigs explanation, making something as heavy as the story was enjoyable. In addition, the exhibition was about idependencia and the Mexican Revolution, and that 15 September was the bicentennial anniversary of both events respectively as important for the country.

A couple of models posing. In the background the Chapultepec Park and the skyline of the city.

fragment of a mural. The murals include one or more entire walls.

After visiting almost all of the castle, lunch in one of the many posts in the Bosque de Chapultepec and give us a deserved siesta in the department of Paola, went for late-night dining out, with a pair of Friends Paola. We went to a place to put ostrich burgers, but eventually convinced me to eat tacos and swelling Carnac to chelas (One is weak), but it was good, that to know the people and customs of other places is always interesting.
On Sunday we were up early to go to Tehotihuacan, and I say we because Paola did nothing but ask for 10 more minutes again and again, but finally managed to get up and prepare to go hiking. I recommended to wear comfortable shoes, because I know how Teotihuacán, was 3 years ago. Once at the entrance, I suffered some discrimination for being an immigrant. Mr. (or Madam, I can not remember) of the door asked if we were Mexicans, and my two companions, Paola and her mother said yes, but I took my English pride to shine and I said no, that I was English. ZAS! "Then you get to pay the ticket, Mexicans are free" . The worst part is that despite being the only one who paid the 3 input, the only one who was not Mexican and not even lived in Mexico City, just one hour by bus from the archaeological site, was I which was commissioned to guide and explain the things we saw to my companions. The good news is that despite what has happened since I visited, I was remembering what was in each place. By the way, now that I said what bus to get to Teotihuacan I got one in which a woman frisked me, thank goodness that was short, ugly and had two kilos of makeup on your face, if I had not put something nerviosillo.
Well, as at the time put photos and explanations of the place (look again HERE), put a couple of fotillos briefly explained:

A spider (when frikibiólogo) varandilla in one of the pyramids, the Citadel, which by the way, the Citadel is where the pyramid is the oldest and best preserved.

Paola and her mother. Both two they got me, discriminating against further.

the end it got on any of the pyramids because they were jammed with people, is it bad to go on a Sunday, and because this evening at 6 (if I remember correctly) had been to see a play with Felix, a Mexican with whom I worked a month in Granada. Is a typical Mexican misses the spicy and if you give him two bottles of habanero chile sauce (best pica) are eaten in a weekend pouring sauce on a piece of bread and all for indoors. DOLOOOOOOOR. PICOOOOOOR. The truth is that since I was in the City believed it was appropriate to make the effort to see him, and it was worth. We Paola, me, Felix and his "wife?", "Girlfriend? (Some girls from work yesterday I created this incertidumbrem because I thought it was his wife). The play I loved going on the struggle between peasants and landowners, social differences and a few other things. After having a few beers and were talking. Y. .. I do not know, I do not know what else to say about it, simply was a late-night quiet and pleasant.

already being Monday, and the possibility that the museums did not open, Paola decided to take me to see the campus of UNAM, the most prestigious university in Latin America, and whose central campus (Ciudad Universitaria, but real city, with 5 internal lines of buses) was declared Patrimony of Humanity UNESCO in 2007. This campus is characterized by a wide green spaces and huge murals decorating its buildings, some of them being Diego Rivera, husband of the famous artist Frida Kahlo. Here you have a couple of photos of buildings and grounds that are most impacted me.

I do not know which building is, but I liked the painting of the facade.

Central Library.

And I do not remember where we went right, but Paola met his best friend from school, or institution, we are, what we in Mexico call "high school." The case is that because This chance encounter and manslaughter were having a coffee while we talked (and talked) of different topics, but mostly they were updated about their lives. This is my vision of Mexico, where you find people who can not see for years, and if I do not believe, as I shall show in the next post. After visiting the University City went to the Plaza of Three Cultures, where there are remains of the culture of Tenochtitlan (Mexico pre-Hispanic) of the English culture and modern culture of Mexico, as seen in the next instant wisely taken.

pre-Hispanic ruins, the Catholic Cathedral of Santiago and a modern building. Theirs had been to show the Tower of Tlatelolco, but could not move from place to photograph.

One of the many reasons for the ruins of pyramids. In this case a rabbit.

also were watching the building of the Palacio de Bellas Artes, where shortly after I had stayed with Erica, one of the girls I went to pick up at the airport and then failed. In addition to seeing Erica I also met her husband, how they grow some!, And enjoy a pleasant conversation with both accompanied by a refreshing beer.

facade of the Palace of Fine Arts.

And after the first intense phase of my journey, during which I could live with Paola and know the most important areas of the City through his company and dedication, during which I met Felix, Erica and their respective husbands both, during which I had the opportunity to meet the mother of Paola and she met me (Paola he had talked a lot, and I hope well, me), played continue my journey by other sites. My next goal was to meet with Ignacio, known worldwide for his blog, www.ignacioizquierdo.com, and a person which curiously had not seen since before I had gone to stay in Mexico, ie more than 3 years. To do this I had to meet him in Guanajuato, and to seize the day, I took the midnight bus to leave me in this city at 4 and a half in the morning. And indeed at that time I left after 4 hours sleeping on the bus I went to sleep, but no accommodation would be open at that hour, so as I dozed in the station. And just when it began to dawn ...

to be continued ...

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HOLIDAYS IN MEXICO CITY MEXICO. PART 1: THE JOURNEY

Although I have since Friday, the day my return to Spain and my mother's birthday, made with rice, tortilla, ham, chicken, yogurt y. .. plenty of fluids (both when entering and leaving, and not where it should be), I'll make the extra effort to "summarize? my vacation Aztec lands., which can take me hours or even days, so to prepare and post pictures. By the way, to be faithful to the truth, I forced the machine on Friday and ate English tortilla and stuffed chard night I swelled with meat, bacon and other delicacies of animal origin. And now I'll start with my story.

PRE-TRIP

He had been days, weeks and even individual move any month discouraged and labor, the PCRs are on vacation and leave me basted in vain. Furthermore, between one thing and another, during the summer I could not go to Cadiz to spend a relaxing weekend to see my bar, to see my people and rest. But hey, you went away from the front every day knowing that every time there was little for the holidays. In mid-August, people returning from holidays, but there was someone who had not yet ... I enjoyed!
The same week of my trip (I went on a Thursday), became a week of stress, because I had to buy a backpack, since mine had zippers that burst of much use. Also I had to think what to wear in that backpack, carry much of everything, find your passport, travel insurance me ... I do not know how many more things. Well, yes, I had my commitments to the family because my parents were visiting Granada. But in the end everything went as usual, left everything for almost the last moment (I think the backpack did two days earlier, a first for me, because on occasion I've gotten to do on the day of departure by the early morning).
I arrived in Madrid on Wednesday 25 August, just in time for ... seeking pesos (monetary unit of Mexico), my old Mexican mobile (Also called cell) and little else. That night also had guests, and was until 4 am attending them, so I slept little. This added to the Monday and Tuesday also slept little in the first case I came out from bars, and the second for family dinner in my body caused an accumulation of lack of sleep. By the way, my brothers had one week home alone and it showed, I think that had fought with the mop, brush and all that mob and had traces of the fight throughout the house. I do not know today if you were able to make peace before my parents return to Madrid.

DAY TRIP. (Thursday, August 26)

The journey, moving from point A (Torrejón de Ardoz) to point B (Mexico City). In the morning I got up early to make me travel insurance, take money from the bank, buying ham, stealing a bottle of wine and a piece of cheese to my parents, and leave everything in order for the trip. Two hours before departure time, I got to the airport, taken by my brother Miguel, alias Dumboski, alias Murdok, aka Loco de la Colina. I leave that in principle it would be my travel diary notebook, but stayed in my daily start page. I do not know at what point I thought I would go every day writing in it.

pinchais If you will look a little bigger and be easier to read.

As at the airport I gave him my phone from Spain and as my brother, brown to me, threw me to the phone charger in Mexico and it was not any battery, decide to travel without knowing the hour, worked nor those screens are telling you where to fly, how high, how cold it is outside the plane, and the remains of suffering ... I say travel to reach your destination. The truth that by not knowing when to take several days, sleeping little, several days a little nervous about the trip, to get everything ready and prepared, and do not know if one or two films, a chapter of The Big Bang Theory (series I recommend) in Latin and not know how many other things, the trip made me ... going to say short, but I should say that I did not heavy. During the journey you have too much time to even think, yes, that that many people seem to cost much and it is often helpful. And I did, I thought my time in Mexico three years ago, as I waited for this trip, how much I needed this vacation, my luck (because the next seat was empty, which I was good to leave my stuff). I also thought I had told two friends for me to be at the airport in Mexico City, Paola, and Erica, and if not found or not I came to look, I had no way to contact them immediately. I thought that if I was to either go to a hotel me to mourn as a pussy, ha ha ha. During the more than sixty minutes I was waiting in line at customs for "no Mexicans" these thoughts were aggravated. My condition was lamentable, eleven hour flight, my body thought it was 2 o'clock in the morning but in my immediate environment was 7 pm, I was hungry, very hungry, because the plane had been little food, very scarce. He had already spent part of the office where you check your passport and give you a paper to enter the country must keep until your departure (the country). Had to go to the pack charged, which I hoped, desperately, as would take almost an hour of waiting. Once loaded with all my luggage, I played kind sir teach a ham and cheese that my home was not suspected of containing elements that threaten public health. After 14 hours of travel it was time to go outside, I resort to Mexico. Will I be waiting for someone?


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now has given me the bike. Last year around this time began to catch pear in the end it was a threat of sporadic output. But now things have changed, I'm taking it seriously, I go out about 3 times a week and every time we went better, but that goes for days.

to me what I like is to lay down, because when I get to ride down the slopes that are in the mountains of Murcia Carrascoy, what happened wrong, very wrong. I shot an hour to go, what you see others do in 40 minutes, so if I never get out of control. But when you touch down, there I am opening the first row, whether to stick it, there is that of head harder.

The feeling you get to catch the 68 km / h downhill, I got it only once, and when I saw the speedometer marked it, I almost shit to the foot down, I think I pressed the brakes so much that I almost ran out of pills . So I guess the professionals who come down much faster than any mortal, and you realize what is at stake in any downturn.

But what really cool bicycle is missing in the mountains, surrounded by greenery, clean air and enjoying the views of my dear Muria and garden from the top, that's beauty.

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that takes time without writing, I know, and that took time meditating to do ... well. Daisy I've been defoliating the entire summer. I close the blog, it is sometimes best. Keep meditating, as it was doing something I gave up on September 1 and look at the dates on which we and finally back on track for the eighth time this bloody madness of the blogs.

Writing for oneself, for others and which suddenly falls on the page and not knowing why they decided to take a look at my fucking crazy. Even those friends that one day I say, chacho, do not you write na! and one who never imagined that anyone read it because you want to tell you, my self-esteem rises, even though I know that sometimes what you write is more of a diary, a little freaky ... but a day and usually just import.

Anyway, I decided to come back and with a little makeover, not to see the same thing. I have wanted to and so write back. I have spent so much and so many to come, I spend the day torturing my mind with absurd thoughts about life and all that it encompasses. So if nothing happens, at least try to show signs of life a few times a week, not going to be someone that you please read me and say hello.

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Joso vs. Místaco

After a long time retired from the ring, during which the lack of exercise made him put on 10 kilos, returns to the acativida Joso, which also to have come back to this blog that was drier than the Mummies of Guanajuato (which, incidentally, preserved some pubic hair, and not exactly the most enjoyable to watch after dinner).
mention to how I could have spent these days in Mexico, but as hanging pictures will be slow and expensive procedures to cite only the latest happened to me. It was a dark night (like all others, because so far evening sun does nothing) and two characters walking along San Miguel de Allende how Don Quixote and Sancho Panza in search of exploits. The 3 tacos and donuts eaten during the afternoon were not enough to satisfy the hunger of both individuals, so they decided to venture out to eat tacos, many tacos. After walking a few meters, at number 116 Relox Street, where a sign indicates that the building is sold and no sign indicating the existence of a taco, they decided to storm the building in search of tubers. The friendly waitresses (mother and daughter) have the ring for the first assault, 4 tacos and a coke for everyone. Winners: Ignatius and Joso. Everything seemed fine, but the public (or, to be exact, Ignacio) wanted more, wanted to see chicha. The waitress daughter, a girl very friendly and polite, has the ring for the second round: 2 tacos with cheese, this time more crisp, more flavorful and more oily than the previous. Ignacio boxer, who has achieved numerous successes around the world, just with his two opponents at a time, without giving them the option of withdrawal. The applicant Joso, novice and full operation bikini (better late than never) with just over 100 kilos, is facing the couple sprinkle (if I remember the name, with a sprinkle a taco with cheese). Joso opens the first Pring. Gordo!, It responds. Joso's seasoned with onion, cilantro and some salsa. Joso end with her, or him, or whatever. But there is still the meat sprinkle pastor. Red, greasy, heavy (they're giving me gag just thinking about it) with thousands and thousands of calories waiting to whip the mediocre candidate. Such is the power of this famous cue that is known as Mystic (or Místaco). Joso opens it. The seasoned. Closes. Once bitten. Místaco counterattacks. Joso whips. Joso falters. Lose your balance. His leg is affected. Years ago there was an attack in the middle of the jungle and suffers injuries. But Joso recovers. Back to attack. Bites. Chew. Chew. Chew. And down. Místaco returns to the fray. Flutters like a butterfly. Sting like a bee. The dish is too small. Not for. Joso not see it. And get another spanking. But Desita. Ignacio Joso laughs. Igancio Místaco encouraged. Joso is hurt. That pain turns it into anger. With that anger Místaco curtails life. The swallows. Chew. Chew. Chew. Swap. It's over. Joso wins. But appearances are deceiving. Joso touched. Your stomach does not rough. Few calories here. Other there. A little grease on the other side. The gases accumulate. Joso now struggles with Místaco spirit, a spirit that can take hours to disappear.

¿Will win Joso??

soon on their screens, the answer to this troubling question.

Post sponsored by the taqueria that Jose will open in a few years and it will burn the first day If you hold the original idea of \u200b\u200bTaco Joso (for details consult or wait a few days in this place)