Eleven days to remember.

Two weeks ago, on Thursday, a plane from Mallorca landed on Dublin. On this plane was coming a good friend of mine, Corrales (AKA Luis Miguel). Eleven days later I fell on my bed completely exhausted. Working and going out eight of those eleven days is such a hard task at my age. So boys and girls, if you plan to do this follow my advice, an italian expresso before going out always helps :).

I should said that I already enjoyed the visit of Corrales and "Black eyed" Miguel (a friend from Algeciras that came later). Taking apart the fact that it is a bit messy four people sharing a room (having in account that some of them snore "a bit" jajajaja) it is always good to have my friends hanging around here. We shared quite a lot of good moments and anecdotes and also hundreds of paints together. Probably best of those moments was the Barbecue of Matteo, which last for sixteen hours (4 p.m. to 8.am) and as every party of Matteo was full of people. Spannish highlights: Corrales playing the hymn of La Linea on his flute (the sweet one of course) while other guys where playing darbuka, djambe and guitar; me dancing "sevillanas" at seven o'clock in the morning just a few minutes after an ska session (Cannabis of SKA-P); or when we put "Opa, voiace un corra" on the loudspeakers. A "10" in my personal party-o-meter :).


I put some of the pics that I got on my Pictures album. They are just a few because before 12 everybody was drunk already so nobody wanted to get pictures at this time.
Enjoy them as much as I enjoyed those moments!

Note: Julien big piece of french shit, bring the video that Maria took, I need to attach on here :). Thanks my friend.