Today I woke up at eight, a sign that I'm gutted and it's time to go home. Fifteen minutes
the BBC morning show in bed and got under way. I went down to breakfast at nine and got to fully prepare for the luggage. The time limit output in this hotel is at 10. I left the suitcase and backpack to Candela, who was a receptionist again, and went for a walk in Kensington Gardens and Hyde Park, right next to the hotel. Did he Candela at the desk since yesterday evening when I saw her? Better not ask.
The day was gray and cold. However, hundreds of people strolled through the park with their dogs, exercised, rode horses or walked
no apparent destination just like me. A girl ran up skipping. An Afghan hound walking with black fur coat. A beautiful house near the entrance. Who will live in it? No sitting on the grass. Due to snowfall in recent weeks, the grass was mixed with mud. Only a few ladies wearing Wellington boots ventured to tread that mud to play with their dogs. The others we stayed on the trail. A cocker spaniel with muddy feet went running up to me at high speed causing a moment of terror, not because I may be afraid of dogs, but because I had all the earmarks of tirárseme go over and get lost clothing. When I got up changed course and headed toward his master, who controlled the situation with a cry that stopped him short.
Winter Park is beautiful, despite the bare trees and the cold and moisture.
After a long walk back to the hotel I decided to retrieve the temperature of my nose. I sat in the lobby reading the newspaper.
A 40-inch Japanese looked at me very seriously while I was trying to make her smile sacándole the tongue, putting cross-eyed and making cuddle. No way. Undaunted. The Japanese are taught from early childhood to keep the forms.
At noon I decided to take the road to the airport. Metro to Victoria station and from there the Gatwick Express train linking London lampshade to the airport in half an hour, without intermediate stops. Once there, another train terminal connecting the south with the north terminal. It reminds me that, on arrival, a English couple with your preteen trying to find the ticket office to pay the ride that train, it's free. They did not speak nothing, absolutely no English. The boy even wondered aloud how to say thanks English. That's when I flipped in color.
Since I could not check before two and a half, I decided to sit to eat to kill time. Over loudspeakers: "The passengers of British Airways flight bound for Bermuda xxxx ... .." No, it was my flight.
The suitcase weighed six and a half kilos more than the leg. I still think it is a mystery. Four books, a shirt and several packets of chocolate does not weigh six and a half kilos.
When passing the security check took off with the passenger who went through just before me. They made me wait but I played. They took the boots and police women felt every inch and then pass a metal detector manual. To avoid interrupting the passage, put it aside and continue the rest. He did not look Chechen widow about to immolate.
After a detailed inspection of the Duty Free shops sat down to read and observe the transit of passengers. I love seeing people with sandals and placed way of Alicante, where time is to go in flip flops. And several small groups of English students. What the hell do a Wednesday afternoon in January in an English airport?
are already on sale of souvenirs of the 2012 Olympics, to be held in London.
Pets are two, because the poor have only one eye each. Going together can look at each one for one side. They look really ugly. I do not think passing on to posterity and will make a cartoon series for what will make these two with one eye each in a series?
A four-thirty we were called to board but we lost a lot of time because everybody had hand luggage and not clarified to place orders in the overhead cabinets.
appeared a couple with a newborn baby. I do not think he had much more than a week. It is difficult to know if you have it survive after the father in his arms, completely naked on that cold finger which was terrifying, while the mother was engaged to take all necessary gadgets to deliver the baby and stroller to the hostess at the door of the plane, while interrupting the access of other passengers. Parents. I am writing this piece from the plane and I'm realizing that the child has not said "moo" since we came. That is already stiff, sure. Among the last passengers
four individuals entered Indian-looking, with black turbans and beards thick black also. A shiver ran down my back. Quiet, quiet, these are not those who put bombs.
The flight left fifteen minutes late, at five and twenty-five. As we were late in leaving, we had a hole on the track waiting for takeoff. Raining copiously.
Most of the passage, except for new parents, the child died and I retired British were coming to the Algarve to play golf. The golf is a logical deduction to see out the luggage belt. These bags can not carry inside-in-law to travel cheap.
landed on time but the luggage was made to wait a bit. The tape will start and stop, start and stop. First came out about ten suitcases, and then we were waiting almost twenty minutes for the rest. The new father appeared with the girl next to the body, subject only to the palm of your hand. I knew it was corny girl by wearing ruffled the bubbler at the ankles. A whole maletón huge and the guy bent down to pick it up, bowing to the girl with him. When he grabbed the suitcase handle and made the effort to lift it by reflex force also made with the other hand, almost Crushers to the child. Several passengers were rushed to rescue the baby, or would it be to lynch the father? The mother were nowhere. That girl does not come alive in the Algarve, and it would be the second English quickly.
I waited for my favorite driver at the airport in Faro. We took a Coke and we caught up on news. Along the way it rained. We arrived around eleven and a half.
My home is my home. This is Siberia. The first thing I did upon entering was turning up the heat. I emptied the bag with the jacket because, until the exercise made me warm.
That's it.
The next trip, if nothing done, it will be in May and talk about carpet.
the BBC morning show in bed and got under way. I went down to breakfast at nine and got to fully prepare for the luggage. The time limit output in this hotel is at 10. I left the suitcase and backpack to Candela, who was a receptionist again, and went for a walk in Kensington Gardens and Hyde Park, right next to the hotel. Did he Candela at the desk since yesterday evening when I saw her? Better not ask.
The day was gray and cold. However, hundreds of people strolled through the park with their dogs, exercised, rode horses or walked
no apparent destination just like me. A girl ran up skipping. An Afghan hound walking with black fur coat. A beautiful house near the entrance. Who will live in it? No sitting on the grass. Due to snowfall in recent weeks, the grass was mixed with mud. Only a few ladies wearing Wellington boots ventured to tread that mud to play with their dogs. The others we stayed on the trail. A cocker spaniel with muddy feet went running up to me at high speed causing a moment of terror, not because I may be afraid of dogs, but because I had all the earmarks of tirárseme go over and get lost clothing. When I got up changed course and headed toward his master, who controlled the situation with a cry that stopped him short. Winter Park is beautiful, despite the bare trees and the cold and moisture.
After a long walk back to the hotel I decided to retrieve the temperature of my nose. I sat in the lobby reading the newspaper.
A 40-inch Japanese looked at me very seriously while I was trying to make her smile sacándole the tongue, putting cross-eyed and making cuddle. No way. Undaunted. The Japanese are taught from early childhood to keep the forms. At noon I decided to take the road to the airport. Metro to Victoria station and from there the Gatwick Express train linking London lampshade to the airport in half an hour, without intermediate stops. Once there, another train terminal connecting the south with the north terminal. It reminds me that, on arrival, a English couple with your preteen trying to find the ticket office to pay the ride that train, it's free. They did not speak nothing, absolutely no English. The boy even wondered aloud how to say thanks English. That's when I flipped in color.
Since I could not check before two and a half, I decided to sit to eat to kill time. Over loudspeakers: "The passengers of British Airways flight bound for Bermuda xxxx ... .." No, it was my flight.
The suitcase weighed six and a half kilos more than the leg. I still think it is a mystery. Four books, a shirt and several packets of chocolate does not weigh six and a half kilos.
When passing the security check took off with the passenger who went through just before me. They made me wait but I played. They took the boots and police women felt every inch and then pass a metal detector manual. To avoid interrupting the passage, put it aside and continue the rest. He did not look Chechen widow about to immolate.
After a detailed inspection of the Duty Free shops sat down to read and observe the transit of passengers. I love seeing people with sandals and placed way of Alicante, where time is to go in flip flops. And several small groups of English students. What the hell do a Wednesday afternoon in January in an English airport?
are already on sale of souvenirs of the 2012 Olympics, to be held in London.
Pets are two, because the poor have only one eye each. Going together can look at each one for one side. They look really ugly. I do not think passing on to posterity and will make a cartoon series for what will make these two with one eye each in a series? A four-thirty we were called to board but we lost a lot of time because everybody had hand luggage and not clarified to place orders in the overhead cabinets.
appeared a couple with a newborn baby. I do not think he had much more than a week. It is difficult to know if you have it survive after the father in his arms, completely naked on that cold finger which was terrifying, while the mother was engaged to take all necessary gadgets to deliver the baby and stroller to the hostess at the door of the plane, while interrupting the access of other passengers. Parents. I am writing this piece from the plane and I'm realizing that the child has not said "moo" since we came. That is already stiff, sure. Among the last passengers
four individuals entered Indian-looking, with black turbans and beards thick black also. A shiver ran down my back. Quiet, quiet, these are not those who put bombs.
The flight left fifteen minutes late, at five and twenty-five. As we were late in leaving, we had a hole on the track waiting for takeoff. Raining copiously.
Most of the passage, except for new parents, the child died and I retired British were coming to the Algarve to play golf. The golf is a logical deduction to see out the luggage belt. These bags can not carry inside-in-law to travel cheap.
landed on time but the luggage was made to wait a bit. The tape will start and stop, start and stop. First came out about ten suitcases, and then we were waiting almost twenty minutes for the rest. The new father appeared with the girl next to the body, subject only to the palm of your hand. I knew it was corny girl by wearing ruffled the bubbler at the ankles. A whole maletón huge and the guy bent down to pick it up, bowing to the girl with him. When he grabbed the suitcase handle and made the effort to lift it by reflex force also made with the other hand, almost Crushers to the child. Several passengers were rushed to rescue the baby, or would it be to lynch the father? The mother were nowhere. That girl does not come alive in the Algarve, and it would be the second English quickly.
I waited for my favorite driver at the airport in Faro. We took a Coke and we caught up on news. Along the way it rained. We arrived around eleven and a half.
My home is my home. This is Siberia. The first thing I did upon entering was turning up the heat. I emptied the bag with the jacket because, until the exercise made me warm.
That's it.
The next trip, if nothing done, it will be in May and talk about carpet.
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