Summer has arrived, the birds sing, the clouds lift, and I going to bed at 11 last night because the day has come to our homes intensive, which leaves me more time to enjoy the chilly it does in Granada to leave the gym at 4 pm.
Is this an excuse for not writing in ages? Of course, in love, and blogs all over it: D Not that I have run out of things to tell, but ultimately the feeling of "I do not want to write a word whore after work" has increased significantly. Which has not been any good with my sudden inspirations, I eventually ended up in a hypothetical world assimilate and good bye. Yes, I have gone through the head desbury E & M or write fanfiction of Bones, but tempestuous relationship in this world and then there's me with the keyboard of my laptop desktop xD
That said, let's briefly look at what happened in my life since the last time put up with my rantings.
Liverpool: The absolute best. If you try to describe the feeling I felt when I went down a Beatle and I found furgonetilla front of the house of John Lennon would not be able. Were just 3 days of wanderings through the streets of downtown cool and colorful in contrast to the blackened and decaying from the rest of the city, full of good food, good drink and THEM. But how paid off.
Mainly, to coexist with the feeling "they have been here." Lean on the railing overlooking the River Mersey in front of the Three Graces, and tell Gabriel that, for many years, certainly that John and Paul were there throwing rocks into the river and talking about worldly philosophy. And if not, who cares. It is more beautiful when you think it has happened.
teas all started with five straight in the Tate. From there to the hells of Albert Dock, the Beatles museum got more history, a guide that I made by hand and saved our lives (although we lost by the center in a couple of times), John's neighbor when I was little humedeciéndosele eyes to remind, double Paul asking that we switched off the mobile because many womenres dedicated to call out to her friends since the fourth of Paul ("OMG, guess where i am! Paul's bedroom !!"), The Side Door, the cemetery next to the imposing Anglican cathedral, a visit that we forgot Panoramic do have it in your mouth after every weekend, Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes, the painted sign of Strawberry Fields, the building of the home of Sentimental Journey, The Cavern cider while dozens of people the whole world sing loudly Yellow Submarine, George's house, the shots of Baa bar ...
It's all too much for me to take, seriously. Is to write these words and I'm still excited as a convicted ... Cáceres
: Epic, indeed. As epic as be mounted on a blue and white Minico as we sing all the songs on Once More With Feeling (Buffy, of course) as if we were in Glee. Plays are as epic as "classic? in the middle of the amphitheater and the circus of Merida. As being able to make photo sessions Fer & Dei in which I gave everything (though in a very short space of time ¬ ¬). As climbing slopes in search of Parador Trujillo (which is like Grimmauld Place, you have to invoke to display xD) after being on the verge of falling into coma after eating at La Troya (the third time I go there and not learn, male xD). How to watch HIMYM session on the couch drinking black vodka and shouting "put me BRUTITA" to Ventrue after seeing some-thing-RECOS. As grub the best chicken sandwich ever in the Dinoo drink on the premises most Fantabulous de Caceres or portray the smiling lady in the newspapers. Like seeing the host Deira coolest stick of history and get not laugh until you said that nothing had happened xDDDDDD Like seeing Fer pledging to see the picturesque village of Don Alvaro. And above all, torturing him with Ferluche call ahead of the students (we saw several xDDD my mother reminds me xDDDD). Cazorla
: Fortunately, last weekend was much easier. Eating my mother + visit to the village of my father, I will not since I was in high school (which led him to bring me a shipment of Ochi, what good are Compae) + cat of my sister (one of them is total clementine T___T Quieroooo it) + the mother of all beds & walking trail along the river Borosa, which took us by walkways, waterfalls, tunnels and reservoirs. In total, about 25 km or more. Almost nothing. I thought the last 4 fainted, literally. I wonder what would become of me if it was not as responsible with the issue the gym since March, "I would have been carried in burriquín halfway? xDDDD
Other things? Tropocientas, thankfully:) Marathon Buffy the geek sector curro, roll, barbecue in Manchester, visit the Sierra Nevada Observatory, holidays in Pamplona in July (yes, I dress in white and red. No, I do not think I should go up photos xD), NIN concert in Madrid, Placebo concert in Granada (ME DIE LITERALMIRACLE BY SAME MIND), cottage in Cádiz ... ^___^
To see if the thing is not posting because I'm stuck in eighty thousand mess ...
xD PD .- yes, I know I have to upload photos of thousands of events, not pressure me xD ye may thrust
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