I owe money to Tom. Pretty
.
But I'm not cutting anything on my vacation. After a couple of weeks there, I have come back to Madrid to go back in a couple of days.
love not working.
no time to think, I lost myself surrounded by mountains in northern Portugal, in Paredes de Coura Festival, sharing a tent with disastrous two guys who knew by sight to then and with whom I had a great time. I got the opportunity to go because a friend of mine had tickets and traveling in the car with some friends thes I went and I met there seemed insurmountable, but when the festival ended, we collected and at that moment, without having talked about it before we decided to go to Porto, the home of an aunt we had met there and insisted we go (for the mutual good feeling, but also because it was cool one of my colleagues). Oporto was simply amazing. We stayed only three days, but three days were great. Porto ... fuck, brutal. Sure I'll come back.
And as we arrived, with the spontaneity worthy of worship, we go to Asturias, the people of one of them, qtourist offices and guides?
I want does not end in August. I owe a lot of days people at the gigs, September stink (like coffee).
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