I know I know, the last entry in the history of the promised follow-up the next day. He goes tomorr

I know I know, the last entry in the history of the promised follow-up the next day. He goes tomorrow for almost three weeks - and yes, I dumped all the blame for the bachelor thesis (aha, so fear and unrest has been a long time, but few have stayed ... Karma, as well as co-operation so far, deal?) It is true that word ' and least in the eyes do not really want apparently. But Aquila, deposition anyone uninteresting ones your complaints, most realize.
So, in that there nusigautume, organized at passing cars (already sounds great, does not it?) Got up on the bus and we were waiting for his Murcijos pavežėjų. We had to take some sort of lounge, Mercedes Benz and the other something else. Well, since I am a lover of Daimler created wonders to the marrow, I was pleasantly surprised. Vigilantly watching the passage, and, for some reason, no nestabtelinčius S and E-Class deposition Handsome ... However over. Time marked a significant school'inis old blue Mercedes, deposition a Spanish sheep garbanom spruce and God only knows what caused Argentinean. No way, no where - also from Cartagena. Linen, Eve and I'm a driver and co-driver headed towards Granada fun, well, just another delegation and civilized. Truthfully, Spaniards deposition are driven absolutely tragic. The driver who knows all the Spanish mountain peaks and their heights analyze the map of Europe, which seems to have seen the first time, but not much less all the way on Argentinean clinging ričiago (explanation deposition residents -rankinis brake). But the music was good - from the Spanish rap (??) to Nirvana. We arrived alive and happy. Great.
The Granada appears to have been warmer than we could think. True, this journey did incredibly stupid - I picked deposition up a suitcase with things because, unfortunately, did not have a humane backpack there. For two days I had a companion to withstand ridicule. Well, and then stretch it to yourself traveling through the city was not very nice. Instead summary - I learned. Suitcase never ever more. Nowhere and never.
Nevertheless, the two days we spent really great. Mountains in the mountainous hillside bald ... Well, really all amazingly colorful deposition and vivid. Alhambra, which did not receive a ticket, mountains, laid-back (and if they are different?) Spaniards, Andaluz Horses with pačiupinėt so I did not get no-re-a-Lus graffiti, a huge part of the city's population is engaged in non-formal trade their craft, and everything shared - great.
Well, the truth of the transport of Granada was not ten out of ten. There was no four. Of ten. But it is precisely these things are traveling and the best time was, at least for me it is really. And the fun / funny / scary was because we went back to the devil, moss green (the colors of anything) Wolksvagen golf, the driver was Barks, huge Arabist engaged akunpunktūra. Pretty funny, but after five minutes of the start of the journey to the house just failing accident forced us to the extent of concern, in fact, Eve did not close the window, and after almost four hours of travel, she caught a cold. And after a four-hour drive to the same brutal here ,, cool muzikytė Arabic, paklausom "returning home still hear the brutal Fain ,, dziki dziki aaaa aaaa, ale ale, araaaabija. Excuse me if I wanted to show not exactly the way it was then, but I think Eve and Linen paantrintų me. We returned home. Cartagena wet, cold and dark. Super feeling normal again. Trespass parkinkavome returning home to wait for Monica. Our second descent, as always, came back with some Mercedes'u. As I mentioned earlier - some civilized, others joyful.
And after they left Spain only good savaitėlė. Week during which all would agree to bid farewell to new friends, Remarkable Mediterranean Sea, its super osom roommate Victor and a new pet parrot (in fact, the parrot was such fun - called fly on the head, and, and ... well, and it really paid only about ), palm trees, Katinukas, sellers Arabs and unique, all of us never nedingsiančia CARTAGENA memory. It was definitely deposition the best of my recent decision.
For Mom and Dad! - Who told me to go, as always properly advised what to do (well, a teenager it seemed a little differently), was supported not only morally, but also Eurisko nepatingėjo and come pick up your smallest child and brought back home (about it - in the next section).
My roommate totally išprotėjusiems deposition Monika and flax - you were something. Lived, laughed, and sometimes a little deposition apsipykdavom (Linas hurt as a matter of fact), among others deposition virėm porridge, coffee, džiaustėm clothes, and generally - life lived nurautos FAMILY. On the front it should be a separate topic. I managed the longed everyday. Nothing pakartosim flats!
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