WHERE ARE YOU GOING ITA

AND NOW ON OF BURSITIS

2009-03-23T06:02:00.000-07:00

I knew that the way wasn't easy, so when my foot looked like it as beginning to work goog with a crutch only, then it began a strong pain in the Achilles tendon zone and it made stronger until to include all my foot.

I talk with Bea, my phisioteraphist, and she remarks to me tht it should be an excess so thurday I came back thinking that the next day I will go to the swimming-pool again, after my cold, and I'll take things calmly, at the end, the weekend would be peacefully resting at home.

On Frday the thing was very bad, my pains increased a lot so we reduced the phisioteraphy session and later I arrived early at home and as all Fridays, the same rtual, to have supper half-aslee and to the bed.

Next day my sunny and peaceful weekend began, so I went to my other house and I spent all morning reading and working in my PC on the terrace, without moving my foot.

In the evening, I had to go to buy some suplies to pass the next week, so Itook my crutch, and then it happened what I was premonitioning, the way was long and exhausting and I arrived home with a great pain.

It was clear, I decided to move on to planB, I will go on resting at home, putting som ice in my foot and making some massages with anti-inflamatory cream three times every day, like that I got spent a Sunday more or less peaceful.

Monday to the swiming-pool, as the way there is a little long, the unbearable pains appeared until I got into the water and my foot relaxed, like that I arrived to the office where the pain began again.

I didn't like the colour of that thing, so I had two options: either to call Juan, my main phisioteraphist or to call Boludin, my doctor. In the end, I choosed the first one, because I had som idea about the diagnostic.

At the end of my work day, I dragged myself to Juan's office where he diagnosed me with Bursitis at the first view, and what's this? An inflamation of the liquid between the Achilles tendon and my bone.

And what does it mean? Rest, swimming-pool, massages.... It's not bad at all, and now to wait to know what my doctor thinks about this, but at the moment, I have another in my list, Bursitis

LACK OF DECENCY

2009-03-01T00:44:00.000-08:00

I live in a city that spends millions of euros on advertising campaign that it shows to all citiziens the pride of living in the city, and this is expresed as I live in Barcelona.

To tell the truth, this is a great advertising campaign for all people who live in BCN without any problem, but when you have to walk with crutches during a year for medical reasons, you realize that this city is little prepared.

If you have bad luck, as m, and you have to be operated on you foot several times, and actually you are a temporaly handicapped person, but any right is not valid for you, because there exists an important legal black hole in this scape, and I say this for:

Metro: Imosible to travel in public transport, in the best of times, if you have one of the stations nearby with lift, and your destination station belongs to the same line, because any transfer can be mortal stairs tramp, and I don't want to talk about incivility of the people that they let you have the reserved seats.

Bus: Among all public transport, the best, people are used to let you have the reserved seats for people witho limitations, the problem is that before you arrive to your seat, you should advise to the driver to wait until you arrive to the seat. This is not the first time that I have to grab a handrail until the next stop.

Car: Perhaps is the best transport to people like me, but the anti-car fight of this city council, doesn't permit you to move with it. I'm considered a normal person I can't access to handicapped persons parking so I have to park far from where I want to go and then to walk with my crutches, or to pay a bad park fine, well, I have the oportunity to pay 6€ for a green area too, While I'm in the doctor.

Entertaiment: Why I'm not going to say, that BCN, is a very accessible city. There are theatres where the stage and the seat in the stalls are after going up 30 steps while theatre's workers see you thinking, what a overbearing. How this girl can come here with crutches? Cinemas with the same situation, you must by your ticket for a fixed room or begin to jump, and finally, why don't speak about the BCN municial stadium? I'm talking about Montjuic stadium. It has a handicappe entrance, but in this area there aren't bathrooms for handicapped persons.... No comment.

At the end, I'm going to speak about people lack of decency. I went to a bar the other day, I have all right to do this, the bar wasn't full, but all the seats were full, well, not all them, almost all them. I went to a free one, so I aske to the man who was near it if it was free, and he answered me, no because the seat was occupied. Inmediately a young girl arrived and sat down in front of my crutches.

Later I went to the bar, where there was another free seat, I asked to the woman that was near it if it was free, and she answered me as the last man, the seat was ocuppied. I have to say that you can see my crutches easily but there are a lot of blind people.

At the end, I installed myself near the bar, first arrived the contract part of the first man, and to get a "pintxo" almost throw one of my crutches, I was an impassable handicap between food and her.

The worst arrive later, the womanof the second seat, when she tried to sit on, she hadn't enough space, so she began to push me to she got to put her back on her valued seat..... no comments again.

So definetely, lack of decency of the honorable BCN city council and lack of decency of the people that live in his city.

DE MUSAS, SENTIMIENTOS Y BANALIDADES

2009-02-09T10:03:00.000-08:00

DE MUSAS, SENTIMIENTOS Y BANALIDADES

Agustín Villar

Editorial: ---
Edition: 2008
Pages: 114
ISBN:
Status: available
Owner: Lizquies

To Pol, Maria and Álex

Because they show me everey day

the importance to go on

If somebody reads the blog frequently, will know that I spoke about this book before, not in Ita's library topic, but I did it in frikie's world topic.

In the end, I've got time to read this book that I bought from the poet security guard when I was working there.

I don't know about poetry, otherwise, I have to say that I'm so naive in this art, and I think that this naivite permits me to value any short stories or verse that arrives into my hands.

To tell the truth, this book is full of poetry, divided among muses, feelings and banalities and betwen all this verses, by my modest point of view, I think that some of them are increible, and there are other ones, that is difficult to believe that they have been written by a person who didn't know what a diphthong was a little time ago.

Some times the sensibility that there is behind a person, and the interest that one could show when you try to go into that person, even it was a little piece inside, you can discover from a work art like that.

While I was reading it, I thought about would have been about this man wether instead of abandon the studies when he was a child to come to Barcelona to work, he would have gone on with his studies at school, and in the best of cases, if he would have had money to go to the university. We will never know that, but there is something real, with the encouragement of people who surround him, he achieved to edit this book, and again, by my modest point of view, I think that it's a great work of art.

THE CURIOUS INCIDENT OF THE DOG IN THE NIGHT-TIME

2009-02-07T23:38:00.000-08:00

THE CURIOUS INCIDENT OF THE DOG IN THE NIGHT-TIME

Mark Haddon
Editorial: Vintage
Edition: 2004
Pages: 272
ISBN: 0-099-47043-8
Status: Available
Owner: Lizquies

This year, in my English classes, I've proposed myself to read a book quarterly. I have to say that this one, arrived delayed, because sometimes to look for an original version book it's complicated if you don't have a specialized bookstore near,and this is my situation exactly. I haven't hot a bookstore near or I can't g to it, so all the english books are real tresaures.

I spoke with my English teaher, beause I get fed up with student English books, and I wanted a real novel, a really one. One of them taht I shouldn't have to abandon in few days because I was lost in the vocabulary.

Th curious incident o the dog in the night-time, is a novel related by a boy with Asperger's synrom, in this case, he develops an unusual intelligence for sciences in comparision to letters and personal relationships.

The fact that Christopher becomes apparent this writing deficit, is by my point of view the novel's success, because it's written as the way things are, with a lack of linguistic fluency that permits you feel like this little character and his illness.

It's really very nice, to live in the first persona and think like him, How he lives through the situations, and as people that he meets answer him, without knowing about his illness.

Looking for the murder of his neighbour's dog will take him to live a great adventure taht will change his life completely.

THE LAST LIGHT SWITCHED OFF

2009-02-02T23:43:00.000-08:00

I went to see her, a few days ago, I think that it was the first time I was conscious that it would be the last time we were going to see each other. When she saw me, she tried to say something, I don't know what, bacause I didn't understand anything, I didn't even know if she recognized me or knew who I was.

While I was with her, a pile of sensations came to me, partly because it was difficult for me to understand the death. I couldn't say anything, I just could see her and asked myself why, Why she didn't die. I don't know whether she grasped on live or she was waiting for death to come to visit her, and it was delayed.

The fact is, that today, a grey and rainy february morning, the last light of my family, switched off, at the end, death found her, after 97 years.

I can't say that the relationship with my grandmother has been good, sha has been my grandmother simply, those who practised really, went out time ago. She was my grandmother in few ocasions, but enough to remember and assess. I feel that one part of my history has disappeared.

This death, has a lot of consequences too. Tomorrow, during the funeral, I'm only not going to see her off, I'm going to see off more people too. Today february the 2nd, I'm going to do full stop.

Whereareyougoingita is in mourning, and this is her tribute. God bless her soul.

SALAMANCA RESTAURANT

2009-01-25T13:25:00.000-08:00

Address: C/Almirall Cervera 34-27

City: Barcelona

Web: http://www.gruposilvestre.com/

Persons: 2

Price: 44€

One week ago I recieved a phone call from a friend explaining to me that her parents had given her a car, so last friday she was going to collect it, and I recieved the appropriate short message. Are we going to clebrate it with a paella? Of course!.

As my state is what it is, I couldn't go to her house, my wooden leg doesn't allow me go up stairs, and in my house, things are not good as to go there to eat a paella, so we just had one option, to go to a neutral place, "La Barceloneta".

I look and asked for a very good place where we could go to eat paella in Barceloneta, and we had two options, either to innovate with a restaurant a good recomendation on the internet, or to go to a classic and sure one.

The first we made in Barceloneta was a car visit, we didn't know that Barceloneta was a green area restricted to residents, so to go ny car there is bad, well, bad, not bad... it's the worst, at the end, we parked the car in a parking where we paid 12€. Another of the numerous good politicies of Barceloba city council.

We walked a little through Barceloneta to check the different options that we had studied, the first one was quite good, then we went to the second one, and it was good too, but the limitng conditions that were me and my crutches, were the fact that we decided for the second option, then we were going to eat in Salamanca Restaurant.

Before having lunch, we have went to the beach that it was in front of the restaurant, to be hungry so at 15 p.m. we decided to get into the restaurant as the sun was going down and the weather was too cold to be in the terrace.

In the door there were some waiters, and one of them fished us and quickly she introduced us inside the restaurant. The girl was so hurried that she didn't realize that I was with crutches.

When we were inside, we still didn't have a table, so we had been to wait a little while I asked myself why the waiters were so hurried. Well, I know the answer, but perhaps she shholud brake her energy at least when the restaurant is full, but if this looks like an anecdote, in the end it has been the tendency of the lunch.

When we sat down at a table, a waiter came inmediately asking us if we were going to drink something. Well, the answerd was obvious, but the waiter hadn't bring us the menu, so he bring it us quickly at the same time that he asked us about bread with the bread in his hand. Our answer has been "of course".

We ordered the wine, and it was served in less than 5 minutes. It was fresh and perfect. While we were talking, a waiter arrived behind me and said "The paella". my friend who was in front of me, saw the paella, but when I turned myself the paella wasn't there, the waiter went with it, and two minutes later, he came back with two full dishes.

With our food on the table, they left us alone and as we were in the las round of lunch, they didn't rush up with coffes, that it has been an enjoyable after lunch with cookies, this time an invitation of the house (I say this because they charged us the bread, and exprensively).

Well the culinary review is: the paella wasn't bad, by my point of view, and I have to say taht it was full of red pepper and if you don't like then the opinion could be very different. The value for your money: expensive.

When you pay 44€ for a paella, in a known restaurant, it must be a requirement to have a good service and with this I want to say that the paella must be showed, served in front of the client and left the paella in the table.

The last I want to say is I don't put up with a pleasurable sunday and paying 44€ and a restaurant that treats me as if I was eating a menu in a normal day in any restaurant so my qualification is a pass, but nearly a fail and all this for the service.

PAROLE

2009-01-21T23:55:00.000-08:00

After the house arrest, comes parole, that means I go on deprivation of freedom of movement because of the walker boot, but I have got an obligation, I have to go to work and I have to go to visit my physioterapist daily.

To tell the truth, I wished to return to be useful to society, or rather if I say to be useful to my company, at the end it pays me the salary every month, so I return having a routine, my father goes with me to my work by car, and later he comes back to pick me up.

In the office, 8 hours working in front of the computer without any stop, acquifering myself in a hydraulic barrier that it takes me a lot of hard design work and I don't want to know if it's going to work or not. I hope to be there that day, and if it works..... buf, if it works by then, I'll be crazy.

After working, the physioterapist session, a new torture hour, he's there, grabbing my foot and gripping and stretching without stop, until I shout, but sometimes it's not enough and he waits for me to cry.

Finally, to my parents house, to have a shower, to have a dinner and to bed, while I'm sleeping the pain is lower and I don't need to take a painkiller.

But do you think taht all this is easy?

No, my day to day life, has been influenced by an ulcer attack, and I don't know the reason, perhaps the headaches of my hydraulic barrier, the pain of the physioterapist session, the espanyol football team that doesn't win either by chance, the out of order lift, the doctor appointment changes ....

In the meantime, I take comfort reading books.

HOUSE ARREST

2008-12-24T23:48:00.000-08:00

Wikipedia defines it as the deprivation of movement liberty and comunication of a convicted or accused person who serves out of prison, either in one's house or in another established by the Tribunal from an affected propousal.

Basicadly, this is my present state, I'm deprived of momements because of a walker boat that comes up to my knee, and two crutches that join me everywhere I go, and about comunication, it's true too, because for 2 weeks I had a flu and I lost my voice.

I have to say too, that I'm not serving the house arrest in my house, I had to move to my parents house temporarily, a luxurious world of conforts for my body but not for my mind.

The fact is since the 4th of december, when I went out of the operating-room, my life has been a continuous stress, to get up, to have breakfast, if it is sunny, then a little walk to go to by something, to have lunch, to siesta or to have an afternoon nap, to watch television and afterwards hours and hours of reading until I can get to sleep about 4 or 5 o'clock of the morning.... and like this, day after day. And with this life, what's the best that could happen you? Exactly, to go to see my argentinian doctor.

Well, one waits, thinking only of the doctor appointment, counting the minutes and hours, needed for to got to se the doctor, and when I see him, What does he say to me? So, he's not goint to take off the boat until february, and I thought that at the end of the season I would be skiing.

Then, to wait, what is I have to do, and go on sleeping, watching TV and reading, as least as the film "The secret life of words says" You have to kill time before time killes you

ARTRODESIS SUBASTRAGALINE

2008-12-04T06:21:00.000-08:00

There was no returning, I had to act quite quickly, as the pain began to be sufficientely painful I wasn't able to have a life, at least, not a normal one.

I entered the Clinica Teknon thursday morning again. There was an overbooking of rooms and I waited for one hour or more in the admissions room. Finally I got my room, and somebody went with me to the floor where I went on waiting for half an hour more until my room was cleaned.

The operation approached, my mother got nervous and I said to her to be quite, if at my operation hour I wasn't in the operating-room, the doctor would take care of shouting, and so it was. 10 minutes before the planned hour the secretary of the floor received a call and we heard as she answered that the girl of the room 131 was in front of her waiting in the waiting-room.

Inmediately a nurse come with me to my room. she gave me the operation coat, asked me the questionaire, she took my blood pressure and my temperature at the same time. Now everything was a hurry. Wash your leg, and wait, we are going to pick you up. So I had no time to was my leg, the stretcher was waiting for me in the corridor.

I went down to the operating-room, and my anesthesist and his nurse came to look for me, they remembered me and then they smiled at me and wished me good luck. While they was putting the intravenous in my arm, the doctor came to visit me, observe my x-ray probes and we went to the operating-room together.

Well, they worked for 2 hours, they injected me the anesthesia and afterwards they gave me sedatives to keep me sleeping and when I wake up, then Ion, my anesthesist appeared to give me a new sedative portion.

At 14 I came back to my room, with very good news,. There weren't plugs in my ankle. The doctors had cleaned the articular zone, had putted out the bad cartilage and had put two cartilages implants in the affected zone. They were grown correctly and then they finished the operation without plugs.

At 16 my legs wake up of the anesthesia and then the pain began. Every hour or hour and a half I asked for a painkiller, I was embarrassed to ask so frequently, I looked like a drug addict.

At afternoon my doctor called me, I warmed him not to come to visit me... If I know about the pain in advance I wouldn't have had the operation. At the end he came, and as well, the visit was after a painkiller. They didn't kill my pan, but they made me groggy.

I spent a night with some sorrows than glories. At 23 they were giving me painkillers of 4, and I said to the nurse that I wasn't going to endure until 6, obviously, then I recomended her to send for the doctor I needed something strong. At 3, they injected me the first morphine injection and then I was high ond . If I had something of glory I lost it in that moment when I began to vomit.

At the end, I slept for two hours (fortunately for the nursers) until the morphine stopped taking effect and the leg pain began again. That they passed without news, visits, painkillers, more visits, more painkillers... and my doctor who is very daring, visited me for second time.

At night if I thought that I was lost all my glory the night before, it night not look like it, but I had some glory still and I definitely lost it that night with the second morphine injection.... I had to say too, that night I slept 4 hours and for nursers it was a great new.

The next day I began to stand up from the bed, with my skiboot, two rounds to the bullring and finally my doctor arrived, dressed as normal person, to discharge me.

I come back home, and began house arrest without morphine. Godbless.

THE WORM MONTH

2008-11-01T03:55:00.000-07:00

Don't be worried, I'm not going to speak about a new animal in the Chinese calendar nor anything referenced to that country.... but I'm actually going to speak a little about chance and probablility

- In general, it could happen that you won the lottery, and a lot or a little, it's really that it happens at all.

- It could happen that you won the lottery twice, then you are a little more lucky than the others, that's all.

- In some cases, It could happen that you won the lottery three times, then everybody would agree that you are a very lucky person.

- and in few cases could happen that you won the lottery four times, and now people say that you are filthy lucky.

Well, something similar has happened to me, and it has been like this.

Everything began this present year on october 2nd. I had arranged to have lunch with a friend in a well-known comercial center in the city, and after a litlle walk, we decided to go into an Italian Restaurant, both ate a salad as a starter, but when the main course arrived I had ordered pasta with grilled vegetables, and to tell the truth, they were really delicious, but when I was just finishing, definitely there it was, a green fried worm surrounded with oil. The worm had considerable proportions so I commented to my friend if it really was or it wasn't, and she commented me that definitely it was.

When the waiter came and I showed him the worm, he exclaimed goodness!!! He went to the kitchen with my dish and he came back again later saying to me that they were going to pay my menu, but the cooks had said to him that the worm had appeared from the wooden beam that we just had over us, and I answered him kindly, if the worm had fallen down from the beam, it was live or contusioned, but it wasn't fried and surrounded with oil.

A week later, I was at home, having supper.... to desserts I was peeling a pome granae, my favourite fruit, and when I had finished and I taste it, it was a little tasteless and then I put some wine in the bowl and then it was there, a black worm soaked with wine on my bowl. I looked at the bowl attentively, I couldn't understand where it had appeared, but at the end the worm didn't convince me and I went to bed without desserts.

The october 25th, I went to a cellar with some friends, a cultural visit, and in the end of the visit, a wine tasting session. As I was at an extreme of the table, I was the first person to be served and when they opened the first bottle and they put some wine in my cup, then it was there, a worm, a new one floating in my wine. The teacher kindly took my cup and he gave me another full cup. He didn't know that it was my third worm of the month.

So October 26th, a day after my last worm, at the end of an entertaining meal in the balcony, we took a coffe, but the worm wasn't in the balcony nor in the coffe..... This time the surprise came when I opened the chocolate blook that was accompanying my coffe. Yes, there it was a worm, white with black chubby cheek. The poor one was stuffing oneself with chocolate.... and here was my las worm.

And now I ask myself, as well as to be filthy lucky I have to understand a message? Dos any superior force want to say to me something? I have something very clear, If I don't eat meat then absolutely no worms!

COUCHSURFING

2008-10-20T10:46:00.000-07:00

That's our profile in couchsurfing. More info in http://www.couchsurfing.com/

Coroleu 66 is a flat where 3 people live; Laura, a geologist, Ricard is specialist in informatic and Jose a comic designer.

Coroleu 66 is situated in BCN, specifically in St Andreu neighborhood, 10 min by train from the city center or 20 min by Metro.

We love hosting people from different places of the world. We like meeting people and enjoy a nice evening eating some typical spanish food or drinking a good wine, relaxing in the balcony or in our big sitting-room.

Our availability couch is a big sofa for one person. We have a second one but it's for small people only. You could also sleep on the floor, we can lend you a camping mat. You must provide your own sleeping bags and blankets.

If you are interested in spending 1 or 2 nights in our house, please contact us personally. We tend to travel for our jobs and sometimes nobody is available at a reasonable hour to welcome you.

We would like to be sure that people who are going to come home, read our profile, then if you write in some place of your mail that you are going to prepare us a typical dessert from your country, that will help you to have an affirmative confirmation.

In the house everybody buys his or her own food and prepare it themselfs, so bring your food and you may use our kitchen equipment. Sometimes we have supper together and then we share our meal.

Note that this is a non-smoking place, eventually you can do so on the balcony, but that's not good for your health.

We don't accept pets. They usually are very nice, but we prefer animals in nature.

We haven't got spare keys, so you are going to adapt your timetable to ours. We are quite busy so probably we are not going to be able to show you BCN and surroundings, but on the weekends perhaps one of us is available for a beer, a climb or an adventure trip.

Ah, If your are a bike traveller, you and your bike are welcome!

THE SPANISH OMELETTE

2008-05-26T01:55:00.000-07:00

At first sight this is not a very impressive title, ultimately what importance has a "Potatoes tortilla"?

For me, very much, and I has it because it's the first potato tortilla I was going to make, but not only me, my flatmate too, he's not going to be spared from the culinary ignorance in the house.

Yesterday night, we decided to cook a potatoes tortilla to have supper, as both of us are very "machotes", we decided that the tortilla must be a spanish one, although we didn't know how to make one, in the end, it should be easy, eggs, onion and potatoes.

As we are single, and active members of this doctrine we both had among our possessions the book "cuisine for singles", so we opened it to page 89 and there, there was the valued recipe.

I really like about the cuisine, is not to cook, but to be a kitchen assistant, so shoulders to the wheel!. I began peeling two onions, although somebody disagreed saying taht there was too much.

Afterwards, while my flatmate fried the onions, I cut the potatoes in little pieces, but to take into account that the potatoes were fairly green, it was really a miracle.

Then, when all seemed well, we added the potatoes into the pan, moment that we took advantage of going to the dinner-room and playing a penalties round with the playstation.... Afterwards, we came back to the kitchen, the thing was going well, time to go for tabacco and to beat the eggs..... but the eggs, by my flatmate's point of view, I didn't beat them well, I didn't use the appropiate tool neither I beat the eggs correctly.

We came back to the playstation, we opened a wine bottle and finally I got to win a penalties round. How was our Omelette?

Igt was the hour to put the eggs into the omelette, my flatmate neither was happy with 4 eggs, by his opinion it was necessary 5 eggs, so put all the eggs from the fridge, if it is an eggs question, I'm outside of this decission.

We put into a saucepan all the ingredients and we mixed all of them, while we left the pan heating up in the fire, and when all was ready, the blend come back to the pan.

We have to wait until the egg curdles, although in that moment we realized that we didn't put oil into the pan, but there wasn't any problem, Alex grasped a plastic spatula and he tried to separate the omelette from the pan, when he got it, then he put some oil inside.

Now the most important moment of the tortilla process, the flip, as I don't Know how to cook, but I like seeing it, I communicated that the precise moment had arrived, so I passed a dish of mine and obviously I dodged the responsability to turn the omelette over.

As an intelligent way, Alex situated himself in front of the sink and at my voice, don't break the dish and try to save something into the pan to have supper at least a scrambled egg, he turned over the omelette and bingo..... He did it perfectly.

The Omelette is a little dark in the top, but we can't ask for a miracle if we didn't put oil in it.

Finally we finish the Omelette and here is our culinary critic:

a) We both like the omelette juicier, is a little dried up, but for our first omelette it's not bad.

b) There are not enough onions

c) The green potatoes are not bad

d) Taste not bad

e) If we put oil, we can get better brownish colour

f) The omelette is bland.... perhaps so much eggs?

g) Alex got to call the omelette by it's name. During all the process it was named as paella.

h) Perhaps some day I'll take the initiative to turn over the omelette by myself.

THE AWNING ASSEMBLY (1st PART)

2008-05-21T13:34:00.000-07:00

Not all things that happen in Coroleu 66, actually happen in Coroleu 66, sometimes, things happen in other sites, right there where their inhabitants are displaced.

Long ago, Mar bought an awning for her terrace in her Palamos flat, where she's living now, and she had the brilliant idea to call Álex to help her to assemble it, and he, at the same time had the brilliant idea to take me along as a work assistant.

Alex's breakfast, delayed the leaving from Barcelona almost an hour, and obviously, for a man, food is the first priority, and it's better not to play around with it, but we will justify that we seized the opportunity to see his future oficial protection apartment.

We arrived at her apartment at lunch time, and there was Mar waiting for us with a suculent apéritif, beers and a pleasant surprise: lunch.

Before eating, we made a declaration of intentions, marking the places where the holes should be made and talking about whether it was better to put the awning in the beam or in the terrace wall, if the awning dimensions allowed such a deed or not....

That effort of 30 min approximately whetted our appetite and we put ourselves to work properly, we began with some Palamos prawns with wine, we went on with some sardines coated in batter, next some stuffed squids with souce and finally a "paellita", all this dressed with cool white wine, and the result was, all three sat down on the sofa, drinking our cofes thinking about whether it was the best hour to go to the beach or not.

At 5 o'clock we began the activity again, we needed to go to the hardware store of the village to buy a bit and the drill consequently. Afterwards, Mar showed us the village, the harbour, the fish market, the museum, the kings in training.... That ones, we wanted to go to the manifestation at 19h.... sorry, I wanted to say, the ceremonial reception, prepared to them, but at the end, working we exhausted the time.

In the flat again, we had to rest and Mar prepared some milk shakes with rum, juice and ice-cream.... Well, when there wasn't sun,we decided to labour, we began making two holes in the wall. We tested and they didn't grasp well. We made two new holes with the same result... we needed a rest to think of a new strategy.

Another round of milk shakes to think of how to install it, perhaps putting chemical nails as a climb equipment, what kind of material is needed? How are we going to obtain then?... Somebody stands up and looks at the blind. Yes exactly, we have drilled the blind site, and luckily we haven't drilled the blind.

We reactivated ourselves and made two new holes to check if all the wall was made of brick or perhaps the workers, had overlooked a place to install a future awning.

Five holes later were enough to realize ourselves that the wall was made with the same material. At that moment was the moment to do arm and coordination exercices, now the activity consisted in picking the awning up, it was very heavy, until the beam height, one, twice...

Finally we decided that there was only one place where to install the awning and it was the beam. New hole, but this time in the beam, and new awninglifting, perhaps is the right solution, the support tolerates the weight and the awning fits.

Good heavens, an all day to know how to make it, the awning si not installed but now we know how to make it, and this was very important and we had to celebrate with a new beer.... Tomorrow, perhaps? No tomorrow no, we haven't come prepared to spend the night in Palamos, we had gone to install an awning simply.

Coming back home, it's late, perhaps we could stop to have supper, ok, that's good for me. We stopped in Blanes to taste the Terrassens squids.... fancy that, the kitchen is closed and with Alex´s hungry face, the waiters were hurrying up keeping the bar food. An ice-cream?... The ice-cream shop is closed too.... So I need to stop.

We go on forward, but a Blanes-Barcelona trip without stops, they are so much km, we had to do stops, first to collect my federation card, later a vital necessity stop, later a little walk through Mataró, later a new vital necessity stop, later.... Why don't you go through this way? Perhaps because it's longer?

It may be increible, but we arrived to Coroleu 66, in some moment of that night, thinking that 6 holes and 3 awningliftings afterwards we were obligated to come back to Palamos, at least to plug the holes.

SIX OF ONE AND HALF A DOZEN OF THE OTHER

2008-05-13T03:48:00.000-07:00

After spending idyllic week in my rehabilitation process, and I say idyllic, because I'm int the process of taking a walk on the beach, and an hour of swiming with my adorable grandparents, all them owners of a pink card, and my two rehabilitation hours. At the end, my doctor congratulationes me for my evolution.

And today, it must be a special day after my ankle revision, it has been a day named sincerely a SHIT day.

Six of One

My doctor commented to me that the crutch I still had, it mus pass to the history of my injury, at last I abandon the artificial legs, and I can begin a new more or less normal life.

Half a Dozen of the Other

Today I have hopes that my doctor will let me take the bike a little, but he said to me "no, it's soon still" Then I must go on moving myself with the hateful public transport.

To the answer if I could walk through accidentally paths like "pista de ripio" ( I used the expression from Argentina), He said to me no again, (Although he guessed by my face that I was doing it).

To the answer about how much time aproximately it was necessary to lead a normal life, and with this I mean to work again, he said to me 3 or 4 months more.... Although thinking further on this point, perhaps it would must be in six of one.

Today I wake up after sleeping very badly all night, for reasons I will explain later, there wasn't coffee in the coffee-maker, there wasn't even a miserable bean..... I have thought that someone had used the vacuum cleaner in the coffee deposit, so to the doctor without coffee.

I had to do an obligatory washing of all my clothes from the weekend in Ordesa, the absolute priority was the extermination. I dit it without fabric softener, the bottle of the valued product had the same appearance as the coffee deposit.

A fantastic three days off enjoying the mountains that I like more and they have seen me grow as an alpinist and climber, and the valued enjoy is shatted for a strange spots that annoyed me a lot. A mosquito, I thought first, but with the magnitud of the tragedy, I went to the doctor and the commented to me that I had brought fleas from the mountain. Very good if before mince me all my body, now more.

I have spent all night crying and It hasn't been the sadness of the weekend. The reason is I have conjunctivitis and I can open my eye, and on top of that it's purple as if somebody hit me and I can't stand the sun. The doctor said to me if the eye is not better today, I should go to the hospital.

My guidelines of rehabilitation, my enjoyment of the beach and the swimming-pool, I'm not going to go on with this week because of the conjunctivitis the swimming-pool is forbidden, and as my father broke his car, he's stealing mine and I can't go to the beach.

I know, today is tuesday and 13, but for me it's simply a SHIT day.

I let a photos about past time, that evidently they were better than today.

SEDA

2008-05-11T15:45:00.000-07:00

SEDA

Alessandro Baricco

Editorial: Anagrama
Edition: May 2005
Pages: 125
ISBN: 84-399-0840-5
Status: Available
Owner: Ricard

This time, this post turns to another recomendation from Ricard, my other flatmate. This time its a very small book, with big letters, Imean, an easly reading book.

One of the first things I do when I have a book in my hands, is to read the backpage, if I like the book, then I buy it, otherwise, I just leave it on the bookshelf.

In this book, the backpage has something very curious and it was what attracted me to begin its reading, and it said "This is not a novel, even a tale. This is a story". For the book size, I suposed that it wasn't a novel, but later, when they said to you that it neither is a tale.... What more could you think?

By my point of view, it has been a tale, a gentle and sensual tale, where the most important things in the story is everything that is not said, is the feeling or perhaps better, all the main characters feelings. Is a story that could have moral perfectly but the author prefers silence, although after the reading of the book, is not the best option possibly.

Expressing our feelings and say them to the dear person is always difficult, at least for me it si, and I think that its really good to try to say them without shame, at the end it's just a feeling as any one. Exiting from somebody life without that person knowing how much he or she was important for you, perhaps is not the best option if there isn't coming back.

1+1 IS NOT 2

2008-05-05T15:21:00.000-07:00

Perhaps you think that I don't know how to count or I'm just trying to charge against maths, but I swear that in my house 1+1 is not 2.

I'm going to explain the topic better. When we were looking for a flat, one of the things that we prioritized in the selection, was that the flat had 2 bathrooms, because we were going to live together 3 persons. With that premise we were ready to look for a flat.

At the moment we were living in a flat that it carries out with the premise, the flat has two bathrooms, one is in a suite-room, but it can be shared to everybody.

When you get into a new flat, you see the defects with the time, and one of them is the shower of the suite, or the posh bathroom. We have been living in the flat for 6 months and since then we haven't been able to get water, more or less hot, from the shower. So if you decide to have a shower on it, you receive a real cold shower.

So, if you want to have a shower in suitable conditions, you must move to the small bathroom or the communal one, but it wouldn't be strange if I don't explain what happened with this bathroom.

So one day the cistern chain blocked itself, we tried to repair it to avoid consuming water, but at the end, before 2 or 3 mistakes, the botton of the cistern broken finally. From then on, if you want to go to the toilet you need a stick that permit you to use the water chain or you can go to pee to the posh bathroom.

So, this is the situation in our bathroom until we find a solution. To have a shower, the little bathroom, to pee the posh one, and for all this 1+1 always isn't 2

THE ALARM SOUNDS TOO

2008-04-20T03:19:00.000-07:00

No week passes without something happening at home to one of its inhabitants.

The fact is, we have been living there for four months, and until now, never has happened what happened tonight .

The house is a little "pey", and between all its gadgets, there is an alarm installed with two sensors too. One is located in the corridor and the other in the dinning-room, just beside the terrace door.

Well, as I said before, this never has happened until now, and the thing is that, it apperas that this night the sensors have switched themselves on.

Yesterday night, I arrive at one o'clock in the morning. Alex was awake, smoking his last cigarette on the sofa to my surprise.

I opened the door and something began to whistle. As in this falt everything whistles , I asked Alex if he had something in the kitchen and he said to me "no", perhaps its something yours. Without more things to say, we sat down on the sofa to talk a little before going to bed.

Later, when I went to my bedroom, it began to whistle again, nothing news at that moment, but when I got into the bathroom, I saw a little light of the alarm flickering. I shouted to Alex and I explained the happened to him, he laughed, because this fact never happened until now, and no one took interest to the fact.

This morning when I got up and i went to the bathroom, the alarm began to whistle again, because it detected my movements through the corridor.

As long as we don't repair the item, this is the situation in our flat, an alarm switches on and whistles when somebody goes to the bathroom or the kitchen.

I hope that the alarm disconnects itself so easily as it connects, I mean, itself.

NEW SENSATIONS, WALKING AGAIN

2008-04-14T16:12:00.000-07:00

What I'm experiencing these days, I may possibly never experience again, at least, I don't want to experience it, but after 9 months, I'm rediscovering sensations that in other circumstances I wouldn't give more attention that they haven't of themself.

My first steps, yes my first steps, before overcoming multiply frights to release the crutch I had in my hand still, at the end, I managed to put one foot in front of the other and come back to walk, without style obviously, but after to limp during all this time, the sensation of being able to make some steps until the kitchen, the room or the bathroom without any kind of pain in the heel, it has been mindblowing.

To walk barefoot round the ground, and to feel the cold on the sole of my foot, it was a sensation that I hadn't trad for a long time. That sensation that one feel when it's warm or cold. Not to have to put the shoes to go from the sofa to the bed every night.

To put the sandals at last, I can put shoes other than the orange salomon trainers, they are fashion, but when you have to join with all my clothes... Now the closet of my house shows me an increible shoes diversity and new clothes to wear, and until now all this were retired.

To swim to be able to go to the swiming-pool some mornings, while everybody is working, I can enjoy the pleasure to swim at ease, without anybody to share the lane, without anybody to disturb my slowness, in such a way that I can dedicate more time to my exercizes and my foot.

To tire myself, yes, to tire myself, after so much time without any activity, to come back to practice sports, although it was swiming and I don't like it, its a great motivation for me, I know that before some lengths it will be time for the bike, and afterward the mountain and afterwards... but now I go on with the sensation of swiming and to have the foot tired to go on....

All a new world I had forgotten, is starting open again, in the presence of my eyes, a world that I nearly had forget and that some doctor wanted me to forget. I hope that it was the definitve, I hope that this time, we have found the solution, at the moment the sensations are good and my foot develops satisfactorily

THE DROUGHT SOLUTION

2008-03-30T08:37:00.000-07:00

It sounds incredible, but I have the solution to the drought.

Before a study do it from the las November, I've found there exists a very suspicious coincidence between the days of rain in Barcelona and the days that my flatmate hangs his clothes out on the flat roof.

Yesterday we enjoyed an incredible sunny day, almmost all day in Barcelona city, so I decided to do the whasing, because I suspected, taht my flatmate hadn't made it one days ago, and then his clothes wouldn't be hung out.

With my other flatmate, we went up to hang out the washing in the evening, and when we were doing it, drops began to fall, litlle ones, but drops anyway.

The fact was that, in this moment I exclaimed "It can't be, Alex hasn't got his clothes hang out!!!!!" But then I turned my head and saw the crude reality over there, ther were the clothes.

So we picked hos clothes up so they woudn't get wet, and then we prayed a requiem for mine that they were going to get wet this time.

DE MONGOLIA A ISTAMBUL

2008-03-24T01:44:00.000-07:00

DE MONGÒLIA A ISTANBUL
Una travessa amb bicicleta

Imma Molist

Editorial: ---
Edition: April 2007
Pages: 240
ISBN:
Status: Available
Owner: Lizquies

"To my grandparents,
who I didn't find on my return"

It's the story of a couple who one day decide to break with everything and begin with a trip by bike from Mongolia to Istambul.

Their route is conceived to pass through India and try to get into Tibet, but thry visited Laos, Thailand, China, Kazakhstan, Urbekistan, Kiziguistan, Iran and Turkey in the end.

In the account they explain to us their experiences during their travels, all the things that they like about it, the reasons of their decisions whether to change the countries or not, the customs procedures and, of course, they explain the great welcome that they recived along the way, from people without anything to give.

This book, is a short account about a trip that I would like to make one day: To take my bike and travel across the Silk Road, visiting the important points during that time, and emulate Marco Polo's travels, and do it as he did but with my bike.

Today this post is a dream, tomorrow I hope it will be a reality

LA REINA DEL SUR

2008-02-26T03:23:00.000-08:00

LA REINA DEL SUR

Arturo Pérez-Revert

Editorial: Alfaguara
Edition: First 2002
Pages: 542
ISBN: 84-204-6435-X
Estatus: Available
Owner: Lizquies

"To Élmer Mendoza, Julio Bernal and César Batman
Güemes. For their friendship. For the corrido"

I had a book on the bookcase at home long ago, and to tell the truth until now I didn't decide to read it. In fact, I think that I tried once but it bored me shortly after beginning and I returned it to the bookcase.

Not long ago, my flatmate recomended a book to me, and he said to me that it was one of the few books he had read, and he liked it from the first sentence, so he brought it and read it to me. "The phone rang and she knew that they were going to kill her".

When I saw the cover I remembered that I had it at home and commented to him. I would read it. My other flatmate took advantage of the duplicate book to read it too, and to talk about it afterwards.

Well, she read it already, and I have just finished, so we haven' t comment yet, but to tell the truth the reading hasn't been enjoyable.

I always like Pérez-Reverte because his tales usually immerse you in a new and unknown world, taking you into the story. This time I have been unable to get into the Teresa Mendoza character. Perhaps because the novel is very well documented and has rich vocabulary, and I can say this because I have been in Mexico for two months and that time gave me the chance to know great part of the lenguage is used in the novel.

I like the novel references to narcocorridos very much. From my holidays in Mexico I came back with some CD's and one of them was "Los Tigres del Norte", so it wasn't really hard to liven up during the reading with the songs of the old CD.

The fact is that, the novel is not constant, it hasn't kept my attention during all the reading and I have read sublime chapters and others simply have been a turning pages, that is, the end grips you partially, the point is that, there is a moment reminded me to the American films that I hate so much.

Of all this, the main idea by my point of view is a novel based on a true story of a woman named Teresa Mendoza. That woman, has been able to control a male world as a narcotrafficker. She has been able to create a network around Spain, as the author relates, credibly and how from nothing she has got one of the main fortunes existing, although the way hasn'y been the best.