holidays began, therefore, with great display of compreteo and followed their usual channel in which each faithfully played their role, which in our case was limited to spend the two hundred five-hour journey of asking "How much longer?" And "Are we there yet?" as an alternative. Those were high-risk travel. Inverting input about eight hours on a trip that now we ventilate in less than four short hours, so we left home about 6.30 am for what not to take heat, silly because you took heat takes eight hours to peel off when they went out and got engaged or not all windows Upholstered car with towels, the remedy was worse than the disease because for that subject had to carry the windows closed and air-condition acondicionadosólo was a blow that pulls it all sweating for hours. Sure, it had to be eager to suck Vacation 500 kms. leading to a maximum of 80 per hour and having to watch all the time possible engine heaters, especially increasing que subíamos un puerto de montaña, y nosotros teníamos que pasar así como cuatro. Pero si los conductores y copilotos merecían una medalla imagínense lo que era ser niño en aquellas circunstancias, que lo que te tocaba era ir dando la tabarra todo el camino con el considerable riesgo de que te abandonaran en un arcén, te tirasen por la ventana o, lo que era peor, te cayera un guantazo o varios, que una vez que se calienta la mano es difícil parar.
Echo de menos aquellas vacaciones. En realidad lo que echo de menos es mi papel en ellas, o sea, yo no tenía que preparar nada. Porque se lo crean o no, preparar las vacaciones es un estrés que te mueres. Yo no sé si es que la misma energía pre-vacacional that causes a kind of goodbye cosmic conjunction means that if something can be damaged just before the holiday is ruined. And if they can be several things, the better. In my case I have a few weeks disaster warning about a bit. For example, about ten days ago was chulito microwave and had no pulse occurrence to throw me to see who won without knowing that it would not be me, with what was achieved a great move to trash (or at least to the point clean left is where the bodies of these pots) and was replaced by a new micro, bigger, more powerful, more beautiful, and more manageable. Then it was the car that started making strange noises and teach everywhere light of various colors that I did not know I had. And when he came to leave the car in the shop, the machine spat me two buckets of water through the hole smelling strangely filter, conveniently after the filter trap, of course. I still can not explain where his nose was saved that amount of water, and what I had to smell like that at first I was sure they would start releasing bits of an animal in the process of decomposition. Nor do I explain what were the strange black blobs that came mixed with water, and that might not ever know, that I fired the imagination, and then I start vomiting and lousy. All this, remember, two days before going on holiday to the land of wolves in the gang of teenagers in full, you do not know why I let myself cheat.
Yesterday morning I picked up the car from the shop after hearing the explanations of mechanical stoically insisted on telling me that I thought at first that the noises were the fault of the sinembló but then was not. I, as the sinembló know, I looked again and again and you screwed up the game because I did not ask what it was, that's what he was expecting. Is that like that, uh, drop an incomprehensible explanation you ask "but what is that?" to gaze face of infinite pity and tell you that there is a screw loose as if you were explaining nuclear fission. However, just as masons and plumbers inspire me a fear almost cosmic proportions, the mechanics I like them. Especially since a Sunday, just before returning home after a conference, delco cap (yes, there!) Broke into a thousand pieces and I was drawn in the middle of the Plaza de Cáceres, and in walked Mr. Antonio, I did a workaround with some rags and took me to his house where his wife prepared me a sandwich for the road and forced him to call me every half hour to check that everything was fine. And not only that but I had to swear that he would call as he got home, there was to see JB's face when I heard talk on the phone and asked me who was speaking. Well, yesterday the mechanic was left without telling me what was the sinembló (that I will fall well but once you know what is a piece I do not like me to repeat it, I want news stories) and I took the car and I stood in the village so happy. The
glad I lasted as long as it took JB and I try to reach Fuengirola, because it was out of town and turn back on the pretty yellow light that announces the worst. And then the car he took to get in Camille plan and to slow a languid speed, and if she was fainting. And he fainted. And we left lying in a bad way, I was remembering the mother who gave birth to the sinembló thousand pairs of times.
walk back home, uphill, in full sun and when we got ready to take a nice cold shower. "Are the workers still here?" Asked entering the bathroom. "We aquii" answered the above to the choir "but look, you can piss quiet." This last was said a voice from a head sticking out slightly through the hole in the bathroom but I did not care a damn if they looked or not, I I just wanted a shower. As the workers from the pepinazo stuck in the bathroom walls have a constant gap, do nothing but get bugs, so I had not missed anything found two days before a Midianite gecko-white in the middle of the bathroom. Paquita I called. It gives me a tremendous shame because every time I see a lot gets scared and starts to shake but I get to be a little awkward because it does not find a suitable hiding place and I always find it: on the toilet paper, next to the toothbrush , curled up in my towel ... the suggestion of Chief Discarded crushing blows and throw it away (how I will kill her if she loves me, son medio primas de las salamandras, y llevo una tatuada en una pierna?) he optado por dialogar con ella. En realidad monologo porque hasta la fecha no me ha contestado ni mú. Ayer Kenya me pilló dándole varias razones por las cuales mi toalla no es el mejor sitio para vivir y me llamó friki. Menos mal que Bruno estuvo al quite y le dijo que más friki es ella, que charla con el pescado cuando lo pongo a descongelar en el fregadero. “Al menos ella habla con seres vivos” dijo Bruno. “Bah, para lo que le contestan…” Total, que allí estaba yo en el baño, siendo discretamente no-observada por los obreros, y peleando con una salamanquesa por la posesión de la toalla, cuando algo hizo “paf” and went off all household appliances. Paquita was a shock so great that it fell into the bidet has been lying there all night, that as you slide the legs can not go. And I was about to put myself to mourn at the thought of the many things that could have been escacharrado but I noticed that the blackout had been a general in the village. That I'm tired of preparing the holiday. Thankfully tomorrow I go because otherwise I would not last.
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