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Letter to the wealthier eastern

Dear Chinese:

I love a lot but sometimes this is too much for me. I'll come back soon. Ya, I know you have not asked, but the Europeans are like that, wanting to speak and understand.

Seven days without seeing the sun has been hard, but I've seen that in Spain plays map filled with fried eggs for the next two weeks. A terrace cut into a neighborhood, with its metal chair and table. Oh, and a propaganda Mahou umbrella if possible.

and your luggage without.

Enjoy these days without me, and please do not be led by the total consumption. I leave one of your favorite quotes, your latest slogan: "I prefer to mourn in a BMW to laugh on a bicycle."

Very well, enjoy it.

Bump Head Fish Orange And White

Go

football world cup. At half past two there might not follow, and less in this heat. I am forced to watch a replay of the day after. This is my soccer off the other day I was watching my football laogong Brazil-Ivory Coast, we believe ourselves that it was a quarterfinal match ("You have to see how far we have come this Ivorians.") The next day, so proud of myself, I commented at the office "You saw the game yesterday?, Go beat up and go goals from Brazil", in short, my compilation of the day could not believe my life fogging. "But girl, if that party was the first round."

Yes folks, that's me, that's us as a couple of hermits in our hutong, a neighborhood where people take to the road bed to sleep in the cool (some even wrapped in a mosquito net resembling a giant chrysalis). Summer nights with night walks as if we were in town. Commenting with neighbors, each sitting on banquetilla at the door of his house.

(Conversation in Chinese, translated into Castilian for more or less ... although the accent could use more manchego the hair)
- Hale, back to home
- Yes, yes, back
- A enjoy at night, now it's cool!
- That, that. Good night.
- Hala lads!

Obviously, the young men we are.

flying in a week to Madriz, and then Santa Cruz, and then Valencia.

Viva!

PS. Happiness has a name, and called bread and butter in a plane.