people Happy New Year (late, I know)!
these days as indicated, not that long pass, the holidays are over by Mexico without too remarkable fact, because, inexplicably, on New Year's Eve party, we closed at 2 and a half! But what the hell is that? Ni Party fucking idea, that it was also demonstrated in the following Saturday, that between the passivity of those people, who do not speak and that is half as posh or so the site plan tables, sofas, ..., do not have room or to make a fool, or "dance", if you can call it. Anyway, another thing to see was good, especially the output to a narco Viper and the police, fuck that shit they are, have them Dominae ...
The Rio Grande, the natural border between Mexico and the United
. UU.
This time the trip back was better, no major problems, but very laaaaaaaaaaargo. It started on Monday at 12 out of the car on the way to San Antonio, where I arrived around 3 and a eye for 5 to catch a plane, the jet that midget good for 3 hours + hour time difference, I left Washington at 9 am and where I picked up another even smaller jet at 10 heading to Burlington, where it lands and a half hours and where I met again with this darling bag that cost me so close, who spent a pound of weight and I was not sure she was traveling in the same planes as me. After waiting almost until 3 and a half in the morning at the airport, and internerl calorcete, had to take a taxi to the bus station where he was to fuck one in Montreal at 4:15. Came from I got to the bus station at about just over thirty, the taxi took a little (and cost a lot), but as they are so smart, they said, "because with this wonderful time people can wait outside smoothly, we will close the station at night. " And there is me, waiting with about -10 ° to the bus appeared, which also gave it to 5 per quarter, without delay, just ... I was stiff feet, give me a blow and I break into small cubes. The next stop was as at the Canadian border, where, not to lose the police had to deal with Quebeckers and asshole that between speaking in French, not understanding what is not wanted and wanted it to have a stamp in the passport of Mexico (because I have not put him or anything), enfin, border cops, it should be a prerequisite to be an idiot, you're the country to be. Finally I ended up coming to Montreal as at 7 and some of the morning, there I met up with Aimar who was dozing in a chair, breakfast, threw the coffee making tremendous show of my ability, We took the bus to the village at 8 ½ 10 and 20 and finally finished the journey, all made without sleep, or at best, asleep about 15 minutes a few times.
And to top it all off, a taxi to leave luggage at home and fuck the quarter to be identified in the gigs, with a couple of balls, up on Tuesday and Wednesday was more or less work, less evil that Thursday and Friday to be compensated unassigned, ie, touching eggs two hands (although on Thursday they wanted to put me riding chairs to expand the office ... they do not shop at IKEA). What else
? On Thursday touched remove snow from the balcony, which reached above the knees (in Pau further and was up only, thank goodness we help you, that at the end was the best, as to throw down the snow had We covered half 
road, went down to clean it, but got off well, that is, we jump from the balcony to the pile of snow, laughing, luckily Pau was the last and soon, that we had forgotten fuck house keys and the door was closed . 
And on Friday we bought the season pass at a ski tracks to start snowboarding, go laughter, fatigue, pain that I have to learn to get off the chairlift without falling, but in general, I learning, and am an expert in getting up ... and also got to learn to stop, that's that good. Since I only know the host will turn and that because of that occasional milk gave me, including some off-piste I did get buried in the snow. But worst is that I went to load a fastener, to see if tomorrow's settlement and also sharpen skates to start skating on the lake the weekend.
And besides all that, are partying here, than this if they are partying, although neither are as in Spain. On Friday, one in English, which served as ambassador in place of Peter after his flight, which was the only English. Was quite good, without doing much but saying many dumb crap, it should be.
yesterday and was more heavy, English dinner to celebrate the birthday of
Paula, Colin joined us and after dinner the French and was a descojone. drinking shots of tequila 
suit me, that seeing the faces of one God, and they sat down to finish in at Chantadel, which we pay the $ 2 required to leave the shelter and a couple stayed in the car, and Not content with that, then went over a couple of beers outside hidden in the eggs, I remained stiff. In addition, we made silly but Mogollon, who laugh, remember, the photo is memorable ... And nothing else, today was Sunday to do nothing, greetings from fresh again! (What's going to fall next week, days of -24 ยบ maximum).
PS: The pictures from yesterday and will go up.
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