The old and the new
After a long holiday you only want to
do something: nothing. Return to work is the worst thing you can do
the day after holidays. It’s joining the old and the new. The
old, the same work, same place, same things... the new, seen it
with new and recovered eyes.
After a long Portugal’s holidays, you always want to do
nothing, but you can’t.
Of course, photos on Flickr site.
100 Barcelona
180 Frankfurt
Return to Spain
To Frankfurt
As always my breakfast here are terrible. I don't know how this people can eat this kind of food. Let's see my breakfast: Double coffe with milk (coffe tasted burned), orange drink (from machine), 2 pieces of bread (strange bread with something over that smell like "tomillo"), 2 small pieces of tomatoe (or something likes) and 4 small pieces of jam (don't ask me about how it taste). Then, I thought to eat some fruits... well... orange was like a stone, the kiwi was... Was it kiwi?...
I want to return to Spain only for take some ordinal food...
A small print of Munich
Schols
It's very nice to have this garden in
the middle of the city. You can see people on bicicle or walking
around. Of course there are a lot of musseums that you can visit if
you want.
Tomorrow I will return to Frankfurt. At 5 of september I must take
the fly come back to Santander.
Today was a nice day until the return to the hotel. I want to buy a
new car, because my old one is... old, but I can't. If I buy it I
will discuss with my current girlfriend... as always. Buying the
house is the most important thing for her. So, no iMac, no new car,
no nothing.... but of course, we must go outside from holidays....
I'm so hungry now.
As always I'm the bad of this relation
and I'm getting tired about this history. This is not going in the
right way.
Breakfast in Tyffanis
I have been on Frankfurt in two hotels, in Füssen and now in Munich. I have been taking some food on the street and on a restaurants in Germany and his roads... and I hate German food.
Today, in a 4 starts hotel (semi-luxury) my brakfast was horrible, terrible... and all "ible" that you can think. The cafe likes strange, the typical spanish jam ("jamon serrano") taste like a monkey's but, eggs are with something green that I can't eat. Terrible, terrible, terrible. I want to go my mother's home to eat something "normal" like a "cocido" or something else.
München
I have going to the Olympia Park, where the BMW museum is. It's a great site, big site with a lot of places to do some sports.
Then, I go to the center. Going to a
famous beer place, a very very big bar for drink a 1 liter bear
. It was... well... see it yourself.
In car
Füseen it's at 2 hours from München by
the "autoban" and a national road. But it's nice going there.
Its over a montain, and you must go there by walking. Near the
castle it's a lake, a beautiful lake.
If you come to germany, you must go
there.
Here I am taking a photo
München
At the "autoban" I have seen as many porches as I never seen before. Everyone has an Audi, a BMW or a Porche. I was the grandmother of all of them going at 140 Km/h and not to 200 Km/h.
Munich is bigger than Frankfurt and
most crowed. As always I was getting on the center of the city when
we want to take a beer, so we enter to a typical bar here, a small
bar... and as always some one was giving a talk to us.
I like to talk with people.. the only way to know how people are is talking to they. That's the way you know how bastard and stupid they are if they don't "win" all they needed. You could be old, but sometimes (or always) you are a child on mind. That's what happend with someone who now, it's afreigtin people... thinking that they are the king of the world... sorry for they.
Applied german
If you want a coffee with milk you must know two words, coffee (Kaffee) and milk (Milch). So... join it and you will have it... MilchKaffee.
In other words. I like to talk with everyone and everywhere. Today, having a dinner an indian was near us... he tell me about helping to put some clothes... and... well, at least a half hour speaking with him.
Oh mein got!
Ich nich gut
If you travel outside your country, sometimes you think that you will have some problems witch foreign people because they doesn't speak your mother language. Well that's I thought coming here to Germany.
My Germany is as good as a cow, so if I come here I thought that I will have great problems, but... well... one thing that you see going outside Spain is that everybody know his mother language and english... everybody.
Today I was taking a beer in a garden-bar in Frankfurt... I don't know anything more than "pilst" por a beer, but.. the old barwoman (about 60 years old) speak to us in a perfect english... I say pefect, yes, perfect... so the most problem was what kind of beer drink. And we are not in the most expensive and great zone of Frankfurt... we are in a common street like you.
So, as always... please, know at least english.
As far as...
I'm on holidays. True, on holidays. Trying to forget my fucking work who is killing me. Trying to be free on mind. Trying to be myself as I promise.
Maybe from tomorrow I will post some of my photos, or not... I'm not sure.
The only thing I'm sure it's that canalmac are in good hands. Thanks, chicamala.
