The greatest summer (2nd Part La Linea-Almeria)

Deberia estar escribiendo en ingles, pero hoy me voy a permitir el lujo de vaguear un poco, creo que me lo merezco. Aunque ya se me acaban las vacaciones, me apetece seguir narrandolas, es mi forma de capturarlas en el tiempo y el espacio, y asi de alguna forma poder revivirlas cuando a mi me apetezca, como si nunca se hubiesen agotado.
Deje el anterior post justo al llegar a La Linea, al comienzo de las ferias de mi pueblo. Este año uno de mis objetivos era disfutarlas cuanto pudiese y mas aun. Reuniendome a diario con un grupo de amigos alcoholicos públicos nos hemos dedicado al bebercio mas desenfrenado, al bailoteo mas irreverente y sobre todo al marisqueo mas lujurioso de los últimos tiempos. ¿Que que es eso del marisqueo?... para contestar a esta pregunta primero tendria que desvelar la respuesta a esta otra... ¿que es una mujer gamba?. No me siento preparado, no ahora tras tan pocas horas de sueño.
Grandes momentos vivimos esos dias, empezando por el domingo rociero cuando millones de litros de vino cayeron cual chuzos de punta sobre mi querida camisete de "silver surfer" (Consejo del dia: las manchas de vino tinto las podeis eliminar con vino blanco... he dicho) y vi al Corrales mostrar sus partes pudendas a todos los presentes en los chinitos (una de las casetas) tras quitarse la unica prenda de ropa que le quedaba: el famoso "pareo del Luis"... y terminando, como no, "pogueando" al ritmo de "Smack my bitch up" (Prodigy forever), justo despues de un reencuentro sorpresa bastante cachondo.

NOTA: Desgraciadamente no tengo fotos de esos nueve dias de desenfreno (bueno, realmente ocho, a mi edad hay que aprender a tomarse un respiro) y capitulos de House. Si me podeis conseguir una del ambientazo el domingo rociero en Cruz Herrera enviadmela please.

Pero la feria, como todo lo bueno, acabo asi que el Luis, Foche y yo decidimos hacer algo al respecto: era hora de montarse en el coche rumbo a Almeria, a disfrutar de mi apartamente en Retamar, donde yo pase tan buenos momentos de adolescente. Piscina olimpica, en primera linea de playa, lleno de niñas guapas, con la darbuka,la flauta y el cajoncito, ¿que mas podiamos pedir?.

Asi es que alli estabamos nosotros, preparados para la juerga y la fontaneria, para Almeria vacia, para una la jaima de los escullos, para saltar sobre el coche de Corrales con el "killing in the name of" de banda sonora, para disfrutar hasta la aurora, para el amor (incluso para el imposible), para los momentos familiares, para el calor y el color, para el paquetero y las palometas, para el marisqueo (como no), para despedirnos de Almeria gritando desde el techo de un Volkswagen Golfo y para las comidas ricas ricas como las que nos preparamos el dia que llegamos.

Realmente fueron unos dias mágico gonzalez. Aqui pongo otra fotito de una reunion familiar. De izquierda a derecha Cuerno, mi menda, Sandra y Nestor ninjas, la tita Mari, el tite y mis dos primas preferidas. No hay nada como la familia. El siguiente post sera el ecuador del verano, visitadlo, aunque sea para babear un poco de envidia.

The greatest summer (1st Part Jerez-Motril)

Eleven days since I left Dublin. Awesome eleven days, wonderful eleven days, brilliant eleven days. I decided one month ago that this summer should be my best summer ever and at the moment this task has been completely succesful.

Two sundays ago Lulu and me left Dublin and we flew towards Cadiz to meet Juanma.
After an uncomfortable flight to Jerez the stewardess opened the cabin door and I enjoyed as in heaven those wonderful thirty some degrees. I was unable to restrain myself and bending my knees I kissed with passion my country´s soil.

Lulu, Tio Pepe y yo, vaya equipazo.

Juanma came to pick us up and we drove to Cadiz where we were plannig to stay one night. A walk along the Caleta, a huge dinner full of fish and seafood and a peaceful night resting in Juanma's house just broken by some little snores ;).

The day after we had to reach Motril so we planned to wake up early and left Cadiz as soon as possible. As we are "andaluces" (even Lulu has half of andalusian blood) we left late... you must understand we had to visit "el piojito"!!!. Whatever... we had lunch in "La Linea" with my family and we picked Sandra, Nestor and Jose Luis in Malaga. Two hours later we were having moments like the one below.

Three perfect days we stayed in this perfect place. An apartment in the top of a hill with a swimming pool and an impresive view of the sea. The property belongs to Lulu's father and he uses loads of time and money to care about it and the "mango" trees in place. As our base was so quiet we left it just a few times to visit Motril and Salobreña.

Chupando gambas en Salobreña

Now I´m my village, Lulu is in Tenerife and Juanma in Cadiz. I´m going to miss you a lot this summer guys, I really would like to share a longer time with you. Anyway I will meet you again in September, two months is a short time :). These days have been the best way to start this summer. I'm sure that the end will be at least as much good. Enjoy yours!!

Un adelanto

Aqui va un adelanto de lo que esta siendo este verano. Estas dos fotografias lo definen por si solo. Cuando tenga tiempo completo el post.

Soccer!!!

El dia en que España entera vibraba con los goles de Raul y Co. yo me dedicaba la percusion latina. Acabo de decidir que si alguna vez escribo un libro lo comenzare asi. Este año no tengo ningun interes especial en ver los mundiales. Me aburre el futbol barato que se paga tan caro, me aburren los comentaristas deportivos cuyas emisiones estan llenas de topicos, me aburren las estrellas del deporte rey que por rascar bola llenan sus bolsillos de billetes de los lilas. Eso si, me gusta la aficion. Me encanta ver a la gente vibrar noventa o mas minutos frente a la pantalla del televisor. Y como no, amo las celebraciones posteriores. ¿Y cual es el mejor sitio en estos momentos para vivir tales celebraciones exceptuando Alemania?... Dublin coño, Dublin. Que gana Brasil, cientos de brasileños se lanzan a la calle a bailar samba. Que gana Polonia (algo imposible), alla van la legion de polacos intentando derribar el spire. Que gana España, pues todos los españolitos bailando sevillanas y cantando el "que viva España". Y no os digo nada del dia en que gane Togo, con tres o cuatro togenses haciendo las cosas que se hacen por alli para celebrar una victoria. Resumiendo, aqui hay gente de tantos paises del mundo que para un hombre como yo, que se esta acostumbrado demasiado a la juerga y a la jarana, es el lugar perfecto para "disfrutar" de esta copa del mundo. Y si, con una extremada dosis de buena suerte, mi pais llega a la final y la gana esa misma noche llegare a Malaga para quemarla, tal como lo hicimos aquel dia en que la cancion de moda fue: "Pedja Mijatovic la la la la, Pedja Mijatovic la la la la la la". Y todo esto mis queridos amig@s sin haber visto un solo partido. A mi plin.

I don't have any photo for this post. So I'm going to attach the pic of a "nice" present that Lulu brought me when she went to Berlin, the city she loves (and hopefully I will too).

Y como curiosidad pinchad aqui para ver otra version del Opa, quiero... esta vez dando caña a los nuestros.

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.

Friends

Did you ever live in a foreign country full of foreign people who probably will not spend more than a year in that country?... so if the answer is yes, you probably would be able to share with me something that comes to be quite sad: the fact that sooner or later your friends are leaving the country. One by one those who shared with you wonderful moments depart to somewhere else to live another life. And you know that this is going to happen from the very beggining but anyway that doesn't mean that you are prepared for it.

I have more than one hundred numbers in my phone. For my barbecue I just invited the closest friends and those were more than twenty people. My phone rings and receives messages every now and then. Every week I go to parties, dinners, pubs... In fact my social live in here is a complete success. As I said once to a girl that wanted to have a cofee with me: "I have friends enough" (bad guy). So if one of them leaves I know that there will be lots more to replace him/her but this selfish thinking doesn't really prepaire me for it.

When a friend goes far away that doesn't mean that you are going to break the contact forever. We are in the 21 century. We have lots of ways to keep in touch with a friend that it could be living even in the most distant place of the world. So if you both do an slight effort (some of them do a great effort, eh Amelie? ;) you will probably stay as friends for a loooooong time. But, at the end, when a friend leaves this idea doesn't really prepaire you for the crucial moment.

Because my friends, as that wonderful song says, when a friend leaves something
dies in your soul (cuando un amigo se va algo se muere en el alma).

This post is for you Frederick, we will meet again in Barcelona man, let's burn the city!.

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Bueno, y tras tanta seriedad bien viene un video que viene que ni pintao.
El que canta bien es un gaditano como no hay igual, el Juanma (otro dia os
hablare mas de el), el del centro es el mencionado Frederick el belga
estrujaculos y el de la derecha, ese que mas que cantar vomita las palabras,
ese no necesita presentacion.

Ala a disfrutar de este momento tragicomico.

Vamos maestro....

The Koala

This weblog is changing. Before its main purpose was to show my life in here to my friends all over the world. Now it had become more global, so this is the time to show my friens (again all over the world) how was exactly my life before. As we use to say in Spain "para muestra un boton": the video below show us "the koala" a phenomenon in my country playing some variations of his incredible hit "Opá, yo viacé un corrá" which translation could be "dad, i gonna make a farmyard" (with texas accent). Enjoy.