Hello hello! Two days ago I went back to Malaga and I'm still tristosa: (I volveeeeeeeer.
On Saturday evening I put way to Malaga, as obviously it is my normal things never happen to me, of course I also look for me: P The journey was not as horrible despite being on a plane where carols rang the last half an hour my worst predictions were not fulfilled and my suitcase did not miss the crash by the grace of Lostzilla. At the airport waiting for me Petu with his friend Raul, had dinner at a Civil Guard barracks where I could see people not closing the door of the house because no one dares to enter, it was time to go and we lost by a horrible dark with forest roads for more than an hour, afraid yeeeees, in addition to cold and the fact that Petu tell me he was dizzy in the curves did not convey a lot of confidence ... Just after 2 am we got home from Petupadre. Thereafter it was a continuous combined frikeo Ross snacks, wander, wifi race to Mario Kart DS (vice mother that I carry mine: P)
On Sunday we went to see GoF, and I can say about the movie? I love, love the soundtrack (Harry in winter, also known as Harry Potter's love, the very best of the BSO) I love the Weasley twins and want to go to Hogwarts instead of being a stupid muggle ¬ ¬ U
Monday can know firsthand the power of hell, I can assure you in person is even more shocking, the septum that separates nothing is a masterpiece of the archeditectura and jerk and the stairs to the magnificent gateway to the vacuum and is not Baroque, but as I said Ding Dong, if it is not Baroque, is shed. On Tuesday morning, and I had to return to Barcelona in an evil hour, at 7:05 in the morning: S so we went to bed relatively early, that does not mean I sleep early because the boxes and looked at me Petu I wanted to kill.
Most notable of these days besides being with my wife, of course, is that Petu already belongs to the sect who want to make Derek Zoolander Chachi looks: P
short, I want to go back to Malaga wife I miss you! : '(
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