would write more but it hurts me> \u0026lt;so I'll leave it up here for today ^ ^ hope your tb 
unearthing this day the cemetery of dead web pages, those that are forgotten and abandoned, to tell our exciting journey around Murcia.
Chapter 1. Madrid-Lorca
Tuesday September 23, 2008.
10.00-21.30
At first, we would be Jenny, Silvia, Amanda, Maria and I, but the first two fell by the wayside.
At 12 we had to make the tuitionuniversity, and we were so happy because we had half an hour ahead so we would leave soon to Lorca.
The day did not start too well, because I fell asleep, I did it all on the run and thought that I would not give time to reach 11 to Plaza de Castilla. But at 11 and two minutes in the morning I arrived. The trouble is that I had forgotten my sleeping bag at home, but it was a big dilemma because Amanda had to spare and after enrollment spend on your house would be all fixed.
When we met the three, we went, we made the matr & ianbsp;
We ordered a taxi to take us camping to the fair, where was the concert of Fangoria, which began at 22.30. Blew us 12 euros to do six miles, and decided right then that we wanted to pay more taxis to make that trip ...
As was half rain, and on stage there was no tent or anything, we feared that the cancellation of the concert.
But like everything went from bad to worse, we also would have been strange. Taking us all with great humor (and a bottle of Black Eristoff also, of course) wait until the concert started talking to some gueises of Murcia, two of theamp; oacute; and there was more to do there, start walking down the road we thought was right, while we put the finger to see if some kind soul stopped. Soon a car stopped, we said we were going away from the campsite and offered to take us. The boy, Michael, took us to the gate of the camp (thanks to our instructions, I must say) and told us we had a bar across the institute Ibáñez, we spent a day we below and we invitaríaa something.
CHMichael l bar eat some tapas and a beer and 4 we took the rental car that I had put the Pelayo. How wonderful to drive a new car! What a difference! I was the king of the road with him. We
Albacete about 6 pm, we stopped next to a kiosk and bought jelly beans and bags, including one of Triskys, which are very natural and very good.
Just off the rental car, taxi insurance came to take us to shop at for my car. It was a dark blue van with tinted windows, like those worn by the gaxis to the girls at home and I went to mine.
And that is all the exciting story of the journey to Lorca.
The truth is told and not much emotion lol.
have you ever stopped to think how bad things are q? I think every day, whenever q see the news or read the newspaper ....
The other day I was surprised to see that a judge will have € 5,000 fine for use of his authority, and yet the judge who tried the murderer of Mari Luz put him 1,500 euros for freeing his murderer, really funny??
Or the speed with which thieves and judge what it takes to do something with rapists or abusers, too, yes, I find it curious ...
Spain goes terribly wrong, and not because we are all poor, after all islong to realize that he does those things unless I know if it fits ...
And changing the subject ... recap of the week to come out Friday ... maybe somewhere Madriles, may handiman something unconfirmed piro Saturday I spend the day around Avila meets tacos Patrix by neighborhoods of chuekiles (we'll see if my body will resist and q we do not see it clear that the meet) Sunday morning bufff trankilito life of the athlete to run like greyhounds deesa XD and then post Welt with the car if someone is paid to go to q co evening more entertaining I do I will happy to pick it up, men prefer the company refrain q a Chati, hahaha e
