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Arzuaga and Peñafiel! Stories

comes from " My visit to the wineries Arzuaga Navarro."

... We continue the visit was the resting place of wines in your cellar. Often American and French oak. The latter cost about 800 euros, to be changed every three years, so you can get an idea of \u200b\u200bwhat it means investment in a winery like Arzuaga has close to 2000 barrels. Although resell used by around 40 euros to other wineries that are dedicated for example, sherry or brandy. As Paula told us, American oak leaves fruity aromas, vanilla, caramel ... The French, by contrast, produces similar taste sensations in the leather, snuff, smoke ...

wines depending on the time in barrel, may be young, Crianza, Reserva or Gran Reserva. They have another, which would between the youth and upbringing, to have it saved more than 6 months and less than 12 months. They call, Plant. This was one of the wines that we would try in the tasting later.

not teach the "graveyard" of wines, which is where the bottles have been sold not rest in peace. There are bottles saved from the first harvest until today. Here, Paula advised us that the wines have to drink them as soon as you buy and do not store them for years and years somewhere in the house, hoping they win on properties. On the contrary, it is likely that when we go to open it, is in poor condition and have to throw it down the toilet.

To end the visit of the cellars, where they taught us the bottles. Final process but no less important. Having aged in barrels, this is where the wine and rest and just get their own identity. It is also essential for the cap. The better the cork from the cork oak, but is very expensive and often used for higher end wines. For some time this part is used for the rest, cork, latex, that suits its function.

We left the warehouse and we went on our private cars to follow Paula joined another couple of visitors to your vehicle, to the private nature reserve of Arzuaga, who was only about 10 to 12 minutes from the wineries. That's where our kids enjoyed most. We saw lots of wild boar, some with small babies following their mother scratches. We were told that to them, they have to put feeders apart, because otherwise, adults would not let them eat ... the very selfish.

Then we went to see the wild sheep and deer that roam this time changing the horns and did not look poor, its best. However, it also was nice to witness so much for children as for us. My Little took an antler that one of the animals would have left roll around and we get along for Madrid as a souvenir and reminder of the visit. I do not know now that I do with it, but some use you will ... Perhaps as a rack or similar. We'll see.

Finally, we learned an oak with over a thousand years, in which each and every one of us, hugging us with faith that we will inject positive energy as the stories of different mythologies.

At these times, and his stomach began to growl ... So we got into the car, heading back into the hold to account for wine and snacks with us agasajarían. Once back. And in the area that gave access some of the dining rooms of the spacious building, we expected a large round table with a number of cups and several bottles of wine. In another next to it, had several dishes with potato tortilla, cheese, sausages, venison and wild boar and a huge bowl with chunks of bread and breadsticks. My eyes were behind the food, more than wine, but had to wait for Paula instructions to make a good tasting.

first tasted the wine of the plant. Than talk to you before I was in the barrel for a time longer than that require the so-called young. Observing the color, light colors, the smell of fruity nuances, the tear that leaves the tip the cup and return to its vertical and finally ... taste in the mouth. Slightly acidic in my opinion.

We did the same with other wine. This was the one that called for payment. And no ... not what you think. Pay is paid by all, it also ... hehe. The name comes because the wine is made from 100% grapes from their own farm. Compared with the previous color is more intense and softer on the palate. And Paula finished the exhibition, and after thanking the attention, we jump to the table adjacent to gathering of different dishes, of which realized in just a few minutes. All delicious .... And it was a hambreeee ... !

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After visiting the wineries, we went to Peñafiel, a pretty village known for its castle home of the eleventh century and which is in better preserved of all our cultural heritage. It is about 15 kms from the hold of the idea suggest Arzuaga.Me Oscar and it was an excellent idea. So I like doing things on time and avoid problems then go with the time stuck to the ass to look for places to eat and then are up above ... I searched the internet days before, restaurants, not spend our budget, we could taste the typical dishes of these lands, the roast suckling lamb. Among several options, I decant by "Roasts Don Jose." There were two or three very positive feedback and do not know, perhaps influenced my subconscious, the local name for a day as prescribed for the occasion. Reserve a table on Saturday 19 to 8 people around 15:00 pm, please. " I asked the nice lady who served me and also explain me where was the restaurant. "Under the castle there is a large municipal parking. Dejan you there the car and walk down towards the center of the town, about 200 meters," I explained. "Well, thank you very much. See you on Saturday" and hung up the phone.

I hit full. When we the restaurant, in a timely, after parking the car, we had our table set for eight. We sat and then we attended. The place is not very big but very cozy. We confirmed that we had two rooms reserved for adults lamb and asked to eat children. After internal discussions, we are inclined to lamb chops with fries and a salad. The first nice touch they had was that it was the very waitress who suggests that instead of asking for a dish for everyone, we asked two portions to share. The second good thing is that the bottle 3 / 4 of wine (of Protos to vary) was completed with a tasting of roasted and ask if there a smaller bottle. The waiter (who seemed to be the owner) gave us fill the glasses without buying another bottle. And third and final detail appreciated, is that after coffee, ask for a pasha and brought us a variety of liquors at the invitation of the house.

Oh, and most importantly ... the lamb was death!. Oscar was craving a sausage input request, which was crunchy, accompanied by a roasted peppers, it was very good. Not have been necessary, because with the salad and the roast but we served.

For dessert, we ask adults for degreasing, lemon sorbet. Children, ice cream and little Lucia, some mandarins (who heals!)

What because we went the joke?. Well, 100 euros per family. I think not bad for how well they ate and how well we were treated. I recommend it 100%.

After the desktop stand with the spirits, we went for a walk to a small park where there were some impressive form Castle attractions for children, where he vented for a while, before going to visit the real castle , which crowns the town from above. Here, in good weather, you save some money to hire a room for kids birthday ... you take the sweets, sandwiches, drinks and cake and ventilaó commitment.

When the pups had been released a bit, we came up with the cars to the Castle. Visit highly recommended. It costs 3 euros per adult. Children free. There are a impresionanantes views of the town, the river Duero Duraton and where it ends. Its shape resembles a large barco.Deja your imagination of how the inhabitants lived ten centuries ago ...

can also visit the wine museum, but we already did not. We already had enough wine for the day. They were also at 19:00 pm and had to go home thinking back to that night yet this time, was already falling ...

Well, friends ... in short, a great plan that went without a hitch. Animate and surprise your family!

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Continuing of "Stories of my fucking military: landing in San Sebastian "

spent two months ... or were they three? ... Oops, there I have a little mental lapse. I do not remember exactly how long the period of instruction. What if I have clear is that during that period, I was like a bull. Any day diary was always the same. Waking up every morning to the trumpet and the whore career, become the "cat wash", dressing, getting out to breakfast, go back up, brushing teeth ... and if you're still on a couple of minutes, visiting the toilet and put "an egg" ... The bugle sounds again .... (It could be put in the p. .. ass) ....

Todo el mundo bajando a todo trapo las escaleras, con la mochila a la espalda, el cetme en ristre y a formar. El sargento pasa revista a la tropa a ver si estamos todos y da novedades al oficial, pegando un taconazo al cuadrarse y saludar, que suena en todo el patio de armas. Derechaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.... Arrrrrr !!. Todo el mundo gira a la orden. De freeeeeeeeente....... Arrrrr !!!. Maaaaarchen !!!!. Y con el pie izquierdo salimos al trote todo el mundo....Hasta llegar hasta una colina a unos cinco kilometros del cuartel, donde ibamos a rebozarnos por el suelo y acababamos hechos una pena... Si nos hubieran visto nuestras pobres madres, con lo que sufrian al vernos subir de la calle con una manchita de na en el pantalón...

When we went to the mountain, took us to the assault course, which buffff .... even worse than before. It looked like a torture to all those obstacles to climb, jump or climb up the nets, crawl ... I remember one in particular that seemed to gymnasts. You had to jump was one of the suits that were in horizontal and from there was a higher one. And from the other. As a monkey, let ... I almost hid ... caguenla!. I've never been a graceful type, the above does not give me this gift ...

The fact is that when we were not giving theory strategy of combat, or arming and disarming the gun, we were always working out ... I have not done so since ... That if, on that of 18:00 in which we released and everyone could do whatever he wants, when they went outside to have me for the laziness to change the uniform for a ride, we took refuge in the canteen We put a fine and Ripple and beer ... While at first, but eventually that I was taking a toll ...

And heck, if that times have changed ... I remember how he spent long hours in the afternoon, writing letters to my then girlfriend, or get off the phone booth to call to talk to her or my parents ... Now that no longer comes up to the mailbox and take nothing less to buy a stamp, e-mails, SMS, or twetter facebook ... And to queue the parlor ???... Even ten year olds already have their own mobile ... Aaaaaah !!!.... what times it was nice to wait until I got a letter telling you your girlfriend misses you and stuff ...

I suck a few guards, in particular I remember a play I get on a checkpoint, which was to hell in a kind of grove and overlooking an abandoned mansion, with the wind blowing and dark, scares you do not see .... Then there was the legend of Captain Santa Maria, which was your favorite game to hunt standing guard sleeping in their booths. The guy crawled up to you silently and caught you snoring ... were fucked up, fucked ...

passed those two months (or was it three ??... no, I do not remember) flying ... and where I could just go home. I really wanted to see my parents y. .. more than my girl, so I'll fool. They took the train and came to see my swearing of allegiance to those days, was quite an event. I remember it was hot, firm as a pasmarote with a gun in the air, as he went parading the flag and he imprinted a kiss. When my turn came, I remember I had to do a flying change a couple of times to follow the front ... I do duck !!... I got to the flag, I remove the beret and kissed the flag meaning Spain. A flash jumped at that moment, that would immortalize this event. Guaaaauuuuu!

After pulling up to the sky Berets of San Sebastian, celebrating the investigation was over, we got a permit a week to go home. Do not see how well they take advantage ... ahem!

In turn, each one of us already had the appointment of destiny. I muchíiiiiisima luck and thanks precisely to the chubby neighbor who boasted of having contacts in high military bodies. I remember how my poor father thanked him for his help and the guy shrugged and acknowledged he had not lifted a finger.

Anyway, I went to USAC, which stands for "quartering Services Unit." Or put another way, the cheap labor for all jerifantes ... That nose!. This bag would fall the waiters, cooks, clerks, laundresses, drivers who were messengers of women in the controls. I had to buy a home ... Anyway ... I will tell you not imagine.

To me, at first, I was sent to the laundry ... A chollazo not see. It was a dive in the fifth pepper, where the veteran who was there told me that he had sucked a hell of military, without hitting metal, because there noses sticking out any control. But, no it would happen, they changed their minds and the next day they told me to submit in the office. And the order, Sergeant. Here I present. The truth is that what was cool. I was in one corner of the square inside the barracks. A huge wooden door creaked as ordered and had to push hard to open. That to me was an advantage, because it gave me time to wake up every time someone entered. I remember having a characteristic odor, and between moisture and wood .... been a long time to define it better. I used to make type-written legal Olivetti typewriter. I had no computer. All villages had filing cabinets of documents in their shelves. That would influence me to end up doing a law degree, once an individual move definitely my hopes for access to the School of Journalism. The worst was the command that had the boss in the office ... the son of a p. .. was larger than in all the barracks ... Ventura the Brigade. Too bad I made them go !!!... Made me mourn a couple of times of injustice and powerlessness at having to swallow, instead of releasing a punch in the nose.

Her typical features of a typical bad movie, with a mythical air to Lee Van Cleef. It was a tad taller than me, slim but with a Barriguilla infancy. His long face with a big mustache perfectly groomed and a scar crossing his left cheek. Pointed nose and bushy eyebrows. Black hair without tickets but left much forehead. And Melilla ... We, in brief ... I had a face of evil intentions, which imposed the bastard (pardon my swearing).

I was fried. In one of the occasions when I did mourn as a kid, was a day where I did Cabo. He was responsible for guarding my block and guess who was the duty officer ??... As If ... the same. The guy wore a white glove on his right hand, climbed on a stool and began to swipe your finger over the lockers to see if there was dust, looked under the bunk ... I also opened the glass cabinet where we kept the games for the troops and draw parchis chips to count. I poured the box and missing a yellow card. As the son of a bitch, I got two days of arrest and took my weekend pass.

The second time was because a few days to request permission to introduce selectivity make the intention of raising note. I remember as I was walking around the square acuertelamiento when I saw him from afar and ran to catch him. When you reach it and then take a breath, he told the subject and told me not to mention .... !. That if I crash before their noses, not like this, which he did not see my tears. Were too putadas that I was doing and I could not more. The fact is that the iceberg that something was moved, because in the evening, gave me a day to introduce the tests, which I approved even better note, but still was not enough to enter journalism.

After that, the fact is that my relationship with him, without being friends .... was not so tense. Months passed and when we wanted to show, my replacement we were the "grandparents." I was where I was putting a cap with tipex few points each month. We were the p. .. Masters of the barracks. And new were the looked at us with respect. We went on a spree in San Sebastian, and without having to go pretty ... and we had a death.

Then came the long awaited day off ... You had to hand over all the material, except underwear (eg. .. no comment, eh?). I lack many things that I had been swiped. But there is an unwritten law which chivaaa .... So I had to do the same or ordering any of the nuevos.Tanto waiting time when I handed the card, and when at last, I held in my hand, I felt a bit empty. My buddies came forward because I do not know what happened I had to do ... I remember well ... the fact is that only left the barracks, with the bag I brought when I get a year ago ... crossed the bridge over the river runs into me stare into horizon. In his hand he held the lock on my locker. Lance arm backward to gain momentum and throw it with all my strength to the bottom of river.

bitch was completed military service, but even today, from time to time ... I have nightmares still I call up again ...

Fade to black.

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My visit to the Bodegas Arzuaga Navarro! Stories

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I'll make you part of a plan if ever you feel like doing something different than usual with your family, now that the warm weather arrives ...

On Saturday, 19th of March, "Father's Day, my friend Oscar and our families, we organized a trip to visit wineries Arzuaga, in Valladolid. One of the most important brands of wine from the Ribera del Duero. The weather forecasts were very favorable. Sunshine and temperatures near 20 degrees. Ideal for walking all day on the street, without the cold winters, or the excessive summer heat.

already wanted to do a trip out there and break the monotony of the weekends, which I'm exclave sport for kids, soccer games for their respective teams on Saturday and Sunday morning I play for me, with Black Dragons in the Football League veterans 7.

My kid was playing him more rest because the number of teams in your group is odd. So the time the painted bald, to seize the opportunity. Said and done. My friend Emily had told me some time ago that they had made the trip and were glad of the day that happened. I got into "San Google" and look for the words "wine tour Arzuaga, finding Among other results, the website holds http://www.hotelarzuaga.com/ . Browse through the different sections to find what he wanted. The visit to their facilities.

have three modes of access. In my case, going with children, it seemed more appropriate to call "thematic Tomorrow" which reportedly includes a visit to a 150-hectare nature reserve with wild boar, deer and mountain sheep, besides the visit to the wineries and a wine tasting. Reporting call for reservations and confirm our support for eight people.

Saturday came

and remain at 8 o'clock in the morning to go out together. The visit was scheduled for 11:15 h. and the trip would take two hours and a half. Oscar would make a guide to their TomTom device. I back with my buggy, closely following the track. Best time to date and avoid any accidents. The trip gave us great. Just had driving on the road. So we stopped for a coffee for us and a few shakes to children in an inn that was in the village of Quintanilla de Onesimus, just three miles from the wineries.

Everything went as planned. British arrived on time at the farm, where You can find wineries. We are all very well kept. The outdoor gardens welcome you to the site. The stone building, reminiscent of a monastery, so typical in the region. To climb a few steps, you come across a large wooden door that gives access to a large room, captivating just put in the foot. I told myself, go nivelazo ... !

If I said that everything was going well, it is still the story better. I approached the counter to pay for the reservation of the visit and there, the girl who I later learned would be our guide, told me that the price was 100 euros. I stayed a little confusing. "100?. There are 4 adults and 4 children I said. Sure!. € 25 per adult. Children under 12 are free. She said with a smile. Ah !!!... Super. Thanks. I answered, while loosening the pasta. Not rebutted, but the website of the establishment, reported that children paid 20 euros. I guess the information was wrong. So this news, unexpectedly, I got even more batteries than they already had them ... How well !!...

15 minutes over schedule, the same girl, which I later learned that his name was Paula and bore a strong resemblance to Paula Echevarría, women David Bustamante, who for more causalities, TVE stars in the series "Big Book" which is also the world of families engaged in the business of wine, which reminds me of that other highly successful series of the 80, "Falcon Crest "and the evil Angela Channing. Well, I roll it up ... Pau the call that we were waiting for the visit and invited us to take her off the premises. We made a circle around it and told us what was the planning of the visit, on which there would be changes to the usual. They had a wedding and needed, to avoid crossing with the guests, visit the wineries rather than farms, to end the tasting wines and appetizers.

The journey began overseas, where in front of a vineyard, he explained the origin of the winery, founded in the early 90's. The first three crops are unsuitable for making wine and they expect up to ten years to use grapes from the new vineyards. The control board is very demanding for the designation of origin granted to a company, periodically inspected and requiring certain quality criteria, for example, for red wine grapes in a bottle must contain at least 75% tempranillo . The rest should be in one of these other varieties: cabernet sauvignon and merlot. Addition undertakes that the harvest is entirely in the region. You can not buy another area of \u200b\u200bthe country, different from the Ribera del Duero, but if you can buy from other family businesses, some of their crop to produce its own wine. Water use during droughts is also highly controlled by the Control Board. The irrigation system can only be used twice a week.

The vineyards are pruned trellis mode, I mean in a "T", and left ready to go 32 bunches of grapes per plant. Then Mother Nature will decide how they go ...

Another curious fact is the fact of growing roses beside the vineyards. You know for what?. Yes, I know you are cool, but that's not its primary purpose. It is possible to detect diseases. If roses fade, poor signal. And they can intervene to avert disaster.

The wineries are located in the area known as the "Golden Mile", having as neighbors other prestigious brands such as "Vega Sicilia" and "Protos".

After initial exposure to the outdoors, keep our beautiful guide, made the cellars, where we visited what is the process from reaching the grapes until they are served to the consumer. If you expect to see a dirty cellar, with sawdust on the floor, humidity, and wood vessels, you swing. All is in perfect magazine. Forget also watch the grape stomping gentlemen pressing. That is no longer done for many years. Now everything is modern.

The alcoholic fermentation of grapes, which must be between 25 º and 30 º. They do yeasts adhered to the skin of the grapes that feed on sugars. After that comes the malolactic fermentation, which serves primarily to eliminate excessive acidity. Previously that was done was to mix the wine with honey or sugar, because otherwise there was no beast that swallowed him ...

The color of red wine, is obtained based on subject to a continuous process to drain juice through the sediment yield grapes, located at the top of the metallic vessel.

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power to help or do something for someone is a base that we always see in tragedies and catastrophes that are shown, but what about those that happen to your side, or splitting the Colini vencino. Sometimes we get so immersed in ours if not for the TV or radio or pay attention to what happens a few steps from us or we hear from someone else that "this happens and I pass the other" and those cases that do the same with what in Japan or anywhere in the world to be heard in need of support, sometimes the only reference to someone else is a way to help is a chain of human communication, it is not necessary means to approach someone for help, we ourselves are a possible help with what we know or know.

We now have a case of a friend of our cycling community that needs help and in a matter of less than 24 hours we communicated to assist and organize as needed, Sunday racing will be made to collect taxes to support financially. More support is missing, no doubt, the effort made by those who are on our side need not be less than those who are miles away and it is certainly more direct support and sometimes with greater urgency.

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my bitch military: landing in San Sebastian!

Continuous " my fucking military Stories: The beginning of everything ." ..

... Arrive San Sebastian at about 8 o'clock on a warm Sunday in November 1988.

A hundred kids from Madrid, descended the stairs of the train with his bags on his shoulder and a nerd face in most of their faces. At least in my case, my face was a reflection of the soul crystal. Except

output that I did with my girl then and a couple of friends (Nico y Esther) on vacation, was the first time I went out from under the protective skirts of my dear mother. Was a scapegoat, to take milk to blade tip which delivers life without stopping to see if it is this or that. A naive boy at the mercy of any vermin that might cross his path. In any case, whether or not aware of that, I was excited to experience something new to what was used.

Upon exiting the station, the gang of kids went by dividing into small groups. I remember that our steps led us to the promenade de la Concha. The sky was bright blue, only a small torn clouds that crossed it. The sun was already high in spite of the earliness of the day. There was low tide and the beach had a huge extent. He had 7 football on the sand caked with many kids with different outfits that gave a special color to the environment. We lean over the railings to watch them play for a while, while the gulls circled overhead. Was barely half an hour in those lands, and I already fallen in love with San Sebastian.

After that, my group, was introduced in the old town to stroll through its streets. There we saw the walls with posters populated ETA faces as if they were heroes, banners hung from one end to another, with inscriptions in Basque, as the "Gora ETA" and do not know that "presoak" ikurrinas painted with the symbol the terrorist ... Bufff! intimidated that you do not know how .... We got into one of the dozens of pubs out there and start to give the bebercio. By the way, that Asquith of beer ... How I miss my Mahou while I was there.

We left a place and we got into another ... There were some delicious tapas at their counters in Madrid had ever seen, and also had fresh money that our parents had given us for use other than for which we were using ... catch us a good fart before going to the barracks. I remember a couple of kids who were with us, half pikes, herriko went into a tavern and went out whistling for a few seconds ...

It was getting late and we walked with our heavy bag into the barracks, which was just outside the city center, in the popular district of Loyola. With all due respect and without that I offend anyone, rather gloomy, dark ... an ugly word.

The infantry military barracks "Tercio Viejo de Sicilia", was across the river Urumea that divided the town. There was a wide bridge with a wrought iron railing antique green color, some sidewalks on both sides and a two-way paved road .. At the end of the road, a barrier with a sentry box in which some soldiers with guns were waiting for us to show that they apply to access to facilities. That and I realized that the thing was serious. Starting the p. .. mili!

The next day, after spending the first night in one of the bunks and after breakfast in the dining room. What will my God Asquith coffee ... !. We were formed to go through the salon. I deluded me, rape me before in my neighborhood, hoping to spend the treated, but not strained. We spent a pen on the neck and if you rode the hair, pull! .. slaughter. I remember as youngsters paraded their manes look havy metal and out the poor, such as light bulbs. What horror!

Once we had fleeced like sheep, played pick up the clothes. I have the head too fat and had to ask them to give me a bigger size of cap. We were filling out a form about our personal data, studies ... and if we had a driver's license. I had it but I said no, considering the advice of my father that I notice the most dangerous thing is that I play as a destination, be the chauffeur of a high command, with all that terrorism had up there. We were

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6 th / 88. We were lucky that the veterans had when we arrived, people were mostly finished studies. With university or about to finish them. We were not about borricotes withdrawn from any town ... so that at least in my case, I can not say that batten with rookies, making any kind of outrage from the much-talked and I was somewhat distressed. Although I almost screw up when in an "imaginary", which is nothing else than a call made in the barracks of the soldiers while they sleep. I remember I played the first round which is the most fucked to provide order. People wanted to laugh, but when to stop playing the horn "silence" in the central courtyard, and not a soul can be heard in the rooms.

Anyway, I got to call attention to two guys who had the face of bad casting back and they had more military than the flagpole ... Les threatens to take part to the duty officer did not shut if what I said I was going to crack ... Since then and for a while, I looked behind me, the front and sides if I ran with those Bandarra . I later learned that both had a record of arrests for misconduct longer than the tail of the INEM. Web Go !!...

We were the last replacement where to go for a walk, we had to go from "nice." That is, the day after "work", leaving the field to the fucking race with a backpack loaded with back, CETME in hand and singing a catchy ditty that even today, sometimes in my head retruena " Tercio Viejo de Sicilia, montañaaaaa hunters, valooooor fight and die for defending Españaaaaaa ....". After barrigazos hit us right and left, with the body to the ground, standing flat on the ground .... .. . on foot. We could leave the barracks and give us a ride to let off steam.

We had the guise of gigs and then the other, which was to walk. There was a bar nearby that was big business, providing the kids, a ticket so that we change in civilian uniform and leave it there until the return. If we took the song and the pelao by Sanse, over the costume ... well, or joke ... I

family had Intxaurrondo. One of the most well known for their tendency aberchale and I saw for myself. They were cousins \u200b\u200bof my mother and although I was cut because he had not seen in my life, I had to go for that thing back commitments. Proved to be very nice people. They had a son my age and once went running around the bars and discos. In single output, half pike, I was late and I had to go changing the way the beautiful clothes on the train. What a show I rode ... What shame!. Then I had to climb throughout the race to the barracks where they slept and change my task to review. I joined when the officer had already called my name and I dropped my first two days of arrest. After that I would drop a few more that I'll tell you ....

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BIG IN JAPAN: My tribute

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had plans to publish another post, but due to events that occurred last 11th March in Japan and that in the course of days away of reduce stress, are learning more and more data that make up the whole concern ... I want to add from this humble corner, signs of affection, affection and solidarity with the Japanese people.

The images of the tsunami triggered by an earthquake of magnitude 8.9 on the Richter scale, have been over the last few days, news of any newscast opening. Both video enthusiasts, as collected through mobile phones have made us live the experience as if we were there, in person, but in reality, we were sitting peacefully the chair of our homes. Shocking and terrible. People trying to escape being swallowed up by the fury of the waters, dragging everything in their path ...

If the natural disaster was not enough, has joined the problem of damage to one of the country's nuclear plants, with a radiation leak that could have dire consequences for Japan's population and by extension to adjacent regions and even to our own planet and its inhabitants.

But even more impressive if anything, I think Japanese people's attitude to the disaster. The image they convey is calm within its immense pain, discipline within their fears and insecurities, of people prepared to see me through how strong that it was the blow.

His story is there. You just have to remember the second world war, were in ruins and see where they have come in just over five years. A people proud of themselves and work as one. Not to mention his incredible talent in different technological and cultural fields, which are main points of reference for much of the world.

As far as I'm concerned, Japanese cartoons are the best comics and the number one (with all due respect to my idolized Francisco Ibañez). The manga is the gender more often in any corner of any place that is understood as civilized.

And as I was to forget the great Go Nagai, the creator of Mazinger Z , born in the Empire of the Rising Sun, inspired by this humble blog.

Best wishes to quickly recovers to normal and my full conviction that you will know you again to rise, as it did in other stages of your history, and transmit to you my sympathy and deepest condolences to the families and friends of all the disaster victims who ended their lives.

I do not know why, but I came to a head Alphaville group topic the early 80's, it was a great success by then, and although the letter itself, says little Japanese, I used to pay tribute to this great country, which I have deep admiration and sympathy. BIG in JAPAN ... GREAT!

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Tragedies like this, we should serve all of us to realize, how small they are our everyday problems. And as a country, we should learn many things from them.

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my fucking military Stories: The beginning of everything! Memories

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Last Wednesday, while surfing the internet, keeping an eye on things happening in our world, I stood in the following news referring to the fact that they met 10 years since this country was ended compulsory military service.

do very great news. Even for those who reviled for Aznar, applaud that during his time as the power forward, finished with a situation demanded by the vast majority of the population and cohartaba the rights of young people over 18 years at its sole discretion, imposes a duty " serve the country "brandishing a gun. It is true, which also had the opportunity to qualify for alternative service on grounds of conscience, but in either case, it was a big bitch ...

My children will not know what is that and I'm glad. However, as almost everything in life, we must take the good things and in my case, I prefer the experience that made me stronger and the good times go too far away from home for an entire year.

I had the bad luck (and bad head) to repeat what was then called COU (Orientation Course at the University). The very z. .. the English teacher who had not wanted me to approve a 4 and finally the Greek as well handle walking, I also shot. All other subjects, the clearance had been approved. But while I cried so I was not writing, he was inflexible ... So I got to repeat the course with only two subjects, but went in person to the other classes in order to prepare for the dreaded test of selectivity. Between you and me and now that no one listens ... checker pattern as I had any better plan.

That year was one of the best of my life ... ! . With 17 years and tell me .... Hit me living the good life ... hardly any responsibility ... only meet friends and catch the crest of your life, with Mahou, Ripple or what is tertiary ... left with the girlfriend at the time and give you a tumble which could ... We, the cane ...

... But that ended when a certain day, my mother picked up the mailbox from home, my summons to military service. In my day, there was a lot like Christmas, in which the balls of luck, they decided your destiny. The televised and all !!!!... fine anticipation. I remember like it was yesterday, as I was there on a Saturday morning, biting my nails if I touch the fate of being among surplus quota that would get rid of penance or otherwise, send me to Ceuta and Melilla with regular legion of those who heard every outrage that scares you !!!!....

The fact is that over the drawing and nothing. I have no luck ever ... milks. The innocent hand of those guys who estrayeron kick ball, I had to deal with the military to do in San Sebastian (Donostia) in the body of ground infantry. Bufff !!!.. I go fabric. My mother, poor woman, kissed me as if I were going out the door. I think even escaped a crybaby ... I remember that time and ETA Basque Country were synonymous (it still is for some, but nothing to do with the feeling that it was receiving, especially from the Madriles).

was the end of the draw and get out into the street, where he had stayed with my friends Nico and Charlie, who also raffled off that day their destinations. How funny was when we were eager to tell where each, is that Nico was the Air Force at the base of Four Winds and Carlitos is enlisted in the Navy. We were the three bodies represented there ... Sea, land and air .... That things!.

Months passed. In the meantime I approve the pending issues on a high note COU. Do not mention it ... A course with only two subjects!. I present to test the selectivity and also brought up, but average between it and the academic I came to the notice that is required at the University of Journalism. I remember that was 6 something. I do not care because the military was involved. Take advantage this time to resit the exam to try raise the note. Or at least that was my intention ...

awaited day arrived leaving for what would be my new home for a year old. Menudo drama .... Not by me, if it is true, I had the stomach full of butterflies and nerves to the surface all unknown to me coming. But my girlfriend was a sea of \u200b\u200btears and do not say anything about my mother ... it also made me like a drum head with a thousand tips and I filled the bag of food for two months as a little ... "Mamaaaa! There'll feed me, do not worry." He said.

My father went to the Chamartin train station in the car. Simca Talbot 1200 A yellow chick and black hood, in the company of my mother, my brother and my girlfriend. As in the movies I got on the train back was San Sebastian, and I looked out the window saying goodbye to my family and my girl, as what began to move, trying to follow it until a few moments I lost sight of them. Then I realized where I was getting into. I felt my chest shrunk and I needed air to breathe. Then look around to several kids who like me were in the same compartment of the train. Take a seat and then engage them in conversation. We all had joined the same fate ...

continued ...

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