shocking strikes me leave, and yes, indeed, some walked acúsome of Monaco. But the thing is that I'm not late to change my daily routines (even a couple of days), so to learn customs and traditions that I practice non-urban.
First is the language and fruitless debate about who talks more "Cantaditas" than the other. Cha! This comes with the number of locations that despite my urban studies, more than half sound like dace, serve as an example: "Do you want your cake smothered with lots of chile?" or mothers! To paraphrase the good Piporro I must comment that "no going back to Guadalajara, I speak not jalisquillo and those who speak it because I do not understand.
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accompanying localism I gather that if I root in the North (Ajua), this blog instead of crushing mechoca be called. chia! But even so, my foray into the "urban farm" * served to skew the statistics, because every time I asked those in the tourist service module : Where did you visit? I answered proudly, of Tlahuac. Pa hide his little paseadez and not go into details just written down in notebook: TLAGUAC. forced to be haha! Tláhuac cease to be urban farm because soon we will have our metro line plated with gold, hence the prendidez international recognition for its inhabitants and the warmth of their visits.
Turning to what shocks me to leave home is that I always forget things I have to go. Not yet even reached the bus terminal and I had already agreed that the case did not put my belt, gel, a blanket and pillow pal road, or credential estudihambre pa 'get a discount, futa!
What was cool was that if my seat selection criterion. As the old ladies who have to take their medicine every hour the driver to keep him company, I decided to be as far away from them. Way back. Has its drawbacks, those who go to the bathroom pass alternately reeling and "comp" with "sorry young man." Centrifugal and centripetal forces of gordocentrismo own cause fat people are located in the rear of the bus and make a show of heavy snoring that any industry would envy, shawls also forgot me pa Buds ears. The thing is that pretty people look for more later (maybe they think and llegn first), but back is cool because it's more likely to not have to share the seat and travel "at your leisure."
What was not cool was the choice of hotel. I caution and looked internerd fervent believer housing options before you travel. Convinced me it was a place downtown, adjusted in the journey, and it looked cool. mmmta, click four-star hotel and two cockroaches. Upon arrival they rolled up my bags and escorted to the reception. Good afternoon, ... (Read as chalal), the room will cost 580 (30 bucks less than the rate on the internal), and they said yes, because pus. I registered and accompanied me to the room. Many open technology for electronic card into the rooms were interconnected by little doors stuck with the mini bar and a division with thickness less than that of a plywood. At night, the heat and lack of ventilation had ravaged my body and sweating like pigs. I decided to take a shower and that was when I noticed that two cockroaches had what I thought, the hell! but hey, the chancleé and thought there were hours to give me a round with the receptionist and then the manager for two pinches cucas now lay muddy in the bathroom, and if given the option to change my room or give me my money is not was able to arrejuntarse my luggage and get a second option (which also never considered). Already
regarding the paseadez, the net rather stay as "naco recently walked." The city center is, so to speak, like other urban centers. Includes a church with Baroque architecture serves pa just the pigeons put his quarters there. Fortunately I do not fell any poo, and grateful as Elliot taught me "how good that cows do not fly." I spent two seas of people (ja) by parquesitos, kiosks and a few markets. The net is like the center of Mexico City, have Turibus, retro-style tram, street relocated outside the perimeter 2, etc.
Dining In, taste some typical products inspired by the advice of my guru in exotic foods. So the cake smothered probe, the leftovers, the goat and birria tejuino. Futa, the latter has the consistency of porridge, tepache taste and presentation of a bad back to the snows of Tuly. The combination of this intake caused havoc, gave me tachycardia and set out to find a bathroom. The hell! I went to Sanborn, the suburbs and the provincial and nel liverpool, never found him.
trip cool thing was when I came back, I ran the nostalgia of my beloved homeland and returned to the reality of writing my thesis, but not before my little paseadez share with the readers of this blog.
