Rn License Credits Due

This has been one of those trips that pass a bit of everything. Should be that someone had looked bad (things that I never over, but for better or for worse) since the day before and I started hitting me on the forehead with a door. The truth is that I di a good host and I thought I was going to get the spill to the eye, but it was not that bad, just my self-esteem was damaged ...

slept in my house and while trying to sleep I got to sing something like



- "Seeeeeñooor, I've looked into oooojoooos, sonrieeeeendoooo, you said my nooombreee ... ".

And I'm singing my particular version (which I had always thought that was so, the fault of the ladies who sing at Mass):

- "In the eeeeeraaaaaaa, I left my baaarcaaaa ..."
- In era? The age? jajajajajajajajajajajaj (Isi and Jo's ass splitting mi)

Nothing, that is in the "Arena", hell, no big deal ¬ ¬ (and I said that suits me to leave the boat in the era, unless he had the house near the sea ...)

On Thursday we got up at 6 am and went to the airport. We arrived, found the check-in area (which is not difficult because there is only one track, an output and a shipment) and took notes and cards and hear the voice from beyond the grave that was the uncle of billing:

- Who is Cris? You can not take on, your ID is expired!
- What?
- who can not climb.

Then I waited to go up on the plane, I returned to take another taxi to Santander and went to the bus station. 15 minutes later was standing in the way of Madriz Alsa ...

At two o'clock I went to Emilio's bar where I Esparas my girls. I think we left at about 8, so you can imagine, the fart that had barely eating anything.

Isi next day and I went to do my passport and we were walking around almost all Madrizz Curators from 9 am to 5 pm ¬ ¬. That if I saw uniforms tip shovel!

I am counting the rest of the trip, now I'm too much saliva is the steak in the pan. Besucos.