I fly back to my house, after two long days at my other house that is always hospitable city of Celaya.
I do not think I ever told you, dear reader, but know that I lived in this city of the state of Guanajuato. Why Why? That has no importance. Serve
say I know this city like the back of my hand and when I get there, although it is well away from the hand of God, I feel that I get to my second home.
Perhaps some of these very worthy celayense I can read, think refrescármela several times by what I say about your city, however, is that deep within your heart, you know that I have reason.
Celaya has been a city famous for its history, battles and heroes who went out there. As has been concluded that sometimes seems to have decided to keep it under the same conditions.
But that's not important, as large companies might say: The most important is people. I can not boast that my time in this city, I had the privilege of reaping great friends and let them reap me me too.
Therefore, it is always a pleasure for me to get to the "Puerta del Bajio."
But never getting up at four o'clock!
four in the morning is an hour so tedious and annoying, which should invalidate all the clocks. It occurs to me directly from three to five in the morning, was declared a time of darkness, which by its doom, should not even be appointed.
Well, this unfortunate time, this beloved bohemian stopped for reasons that only I can attribute them to the dark arts, I could enter my body well formed and worked into the shower. Even the warm water that fell into this very cool October morning, I was glad enough to get used to the idea of \u200b\u200bleaving on my trip.
To all this must be added the martyrdom of doing this on Monday morning. It is not God!
As well as a zombie himself envied even by the George E. Romero, boarded the taxi and arrived at the beautiful and new package from the International Airport terminal B of the City of Monterrey. Look how pretty terminal! I really do not have anything to ask any other in the world. So I went upstairs, I spent a very beautiful rooms, full of people more beautiful still, waiting with his plane tlacoyos face. Then I noticed that my room was farther and farther. He finished the hallway and down the stairs to a room power are not as pretty, less pretty crowded as above, where I guess flights depart to destinations not so nice, as is the already mentioned case of Celaya.
That if ... people about six in the morning too tlacoyos your face like the above.
After we made a horrible place that reminded me of Auschwitz, we climbed into the tiny plane Aeromexico Connect, in which an average Aztec is very comfortable, but I with my nordic feet tall, I have to tilt your head to give me a Mulaz not the ceiling. The seats are a martyr for my Chinese was so empotradito in them, I swear I do not need a seat belt. Not even the most violent of the plane crashes, would be able to get me out of there.
With these setbacks and much ... much sleep, I undertook to the airport in Queretaro. The only thing I drew from my deep meditation with closed eyes, was the landing gear hit the concrete runway. My Stuff
Celaya work out very well. Dinner at the farmhouse I did better. The next day we took the most beautiful town in Mexico that is none other than San Miguel de Allende. Or in times of Allende ... San Miguel el Grande. There were.
A San Miguel de Allende is coming from Celaya, along a road that for those things of fate, is being remodeled. I thought the trip was going to be horrible, but it was awful. I do not think when the priest Hidalgo transited the area with all their hordes of insurgents, as bad as they passed us at that stage. Even the extraordinary dinner, nor the unique company able to banish from my mind back to Celaya for this unspeakable brink of death.
next day took us to the Bicentennial exhibition is very close to Guanajuato. In Silao to be exact. They tell me that this exhibition was opened by the much talked about issue of the centennial and the bicentennial. The truth is that both the curating, like what they have on display is very interesting. What is offensive are idiots who have put there to give tours to people.
will have to be very frank on the following: We have enough Mexicans to not knowing the great and rich history of our country, as for these jackasses come to make matters worse with their useless developed explanations on the events leading to formation of this country.
Thanks to the explanation of these Badulaques, now I think the cry for independence, gave in fact a baby mammoth that kept there.
already located on my plane, I turn next to a woman my age pretty. I say good afternoon educated as I am, I look up and down and turns. Do not blame her. So pretty sure it is, everybody throws in aircraft. What Silao known diva, is that I do I was throwing. Only because I am polite and greeted guapachoso. Saco
my computer to start writing this noble contribution to the literature of New Spain, and within minutes, the girl begins to snore as a trailer uphill. In this I must admit that if my type. Minutes later the woman is almost leaning against this writer and filling of the sleeve baba shirt. Things
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