Do You Always Get A Rash With Shingles

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.

How Do You Clean A Gateway Mouse

. 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.