We break in normal erasmus life in Rome to tell which has given him the Easter trip in which I spent 10 days traveling (4 in London and Prague 6.) To which I had to refresh my forgotten English (fucking Italian) and find the right words to say my catchphrases. "Key pass a picture?" (What about dick?) Or "Key Asset cow John Eh?" (What hase Cohon?) Were some of them.
my arrival in London I was waiting at the arrivals gate my friend Lucia. Two and half years without seeing each other since that day in Conil and had to be at Stansted Airport in London. What is life. We took some chips and we tell fast as we would the life of 45 minutes, the time I had to take the bus to the center. Lucia, I still remember how you did from the bus gestures was saying how tight and as you passed me and you turned and walked away without saying anything. I guess you would see what you did for the glass.
Arrival to London and see a little town. Took place in Trafalgar Square one of the moments of the trip. Paul tried to board one of the lions, but he had momentum and could not. The people around him looked and began to laugh as he tried. I saw it not stop laughing. When he finally got his legs as they can be opened and his face showed pain of time. "I have not opened more than feet in my life," he said while coming down after taking the photo.
I do not think of anything else to me the day before going to play football and quite naked, so I got very cold and I began to notice in London. Go dog cough that I came. At night, with a stuffy nose and chest caught gave a real concert. My friend, with whom I slept, I said I had to take a poke at midnight because: "You were leaving the skin io. You were singing to Cai hand raised and to" . With chest pain, I decided to go to the doctor there. I had many days ahead and wanted to do well.
I went into the consultation and was surprised as things go there. You go, filled a paper and wait 15 minutes to call you. That's it. Or health card, or money or anything of na. I went with Paul, he knows English better than me, if anything escaped me. I told the doctor characteristic, which had a cough and runny nose and such. But the funny thing came when she asked if I slept well, Paul wanted to stick it with a joke and said "Yes, yes ... I sleep I slept with him today" , the doctor did not laugh, it was thought were gay. "What hotel you stay in the two?" asked us aunt. Go Cortazar. Under
Big Ben could make a video about something you've always wanted. Ask someone what time it is. We did one with a man who told me to look up, but it went wrong. The second was more sosito, but also molo.
arrived on Sunday and drove to Prague. My friend Carlos, who is there to Erasmus, was advised of the time you arrive, 23.40 h. and I told him on Facebook. I expected a big week for all. Already on the plane I had the first of what would dyes Prague. I sat beside a girl mulatto and a tiny blonde who went looking for something on the floor showing their Tangazo up to the armpits. I tried not to look, but it was impossible. And not only bent once, but a couple. I already knew if I did not purposely or not. And for more high, half of the trip was off the tee and reveals her cleavage. And so was sleeping peacefully, as he looked sideways at him Mr. X. Middle
horny and half asleep, I get to Prague. Nearly 12 midnight and starving. I get to the arrivals gate waiting to see my friend was like Lucia did. But Charles was not. I went outside. Charles was not. I thought maybe it would be delayed so we waited while I'm eating a kebab. 15 minutes after Carlos was still not arrived. I call it, does not answer. Well, with two balls. I send a message. Again I call. Nothing.
I called my friend Paul, who had gone before me to Prague and asked if I had the Czech phone him but no luck. I hung up from her laughter to see that Carlos had left me lying and tried to call again, this time it took me.
- Carlos!
- eyyy! Pichit What?
- Where are you?
- In Cadiz ...
- How?
- Oh no! that I lost the ball ... hahaha. I'm in my dorm.
- In your home?
- Yes, and you?
- At the airport bastard!
- In the airport? But you did not come tomorrow?
- For we see that cock ... I'm here.
He said the bus had to take and where to get off. I pay the bus, which was 25 crowns, I went with my ticket in 2000 but a foreigner before I paid the same ticket and the guy said he had no change so I gave him less. For myself I thought I was going to pay a guard. So I stayed sentaíto thanking the foreigner to go before me and did not cost me 500 crowns the ticket. I arrived at Strahov and the scenery that awaited me at 1 am as follows.
Where walls of the stadium echoed abandoned when coughing and all. Horror movie. After 5 minutes appears Carlos drunk with a guitar in hand and singing "Perdónameeeeeeeee, Perdónameeeeeeeee." I said, scary movie. Together we entered the residence of him. And a 60-year-old Czech redhead shit we said we were going to happen. Carlos cried to heaven for his poor memory. I do not understand anything. Carlos was saying in English that suitcase was his, and I came only to say goodbye. The Czech was firm. Until Charles told me that I was English. Sale without my suitcase and told to go to the room of some friends as the Czech kept forgetting my face. We arrived and were two colleagues and a Czech. We spent a while chatting and such. The Czech offered me a piece of cake I decided to try and decided to leave too soon, since it was drier than a nun's cunt. We chatted while the Czech is supported on the legs of one of his colleagues and spoke very close to the face. I rushed to my squinting technique learned from Mr. X, he observed. He extended his index finger while she sucked his tongue in circles. I was getting horny, I can not even imagine how he was. We decided to go and say goodbye she gave me one of the kisses in the middle of the mouth. Damn, this trip was aimed too high. The
Czech made us stop at the door. 25 crowns per stay asking me to sleep. Even after giving the rod a lot we missed. I went into the residence of my friend y. .. fuck! My colleague Paul had warned me that I wait for the worst, but had to see it. That was in jail.
very next day he taught me things about Prague. Dimos vueltecillas out there and I found several monuments in Prague. Charles Bridge, the Church, Castle and things like this ... 
I was surprised that people on the street stop me and tell me things Italian. "What I'm Italian!" "What do you mean? You are me cheating ... ". And I told everybody! Why the hell people think I'm Italian? In one of the bridge over the river, we walked when he observed a boy with a T-shirt Haze. To myself I said, "Wow, a guy wearing the shirt of Haze," but when I had freaked me next, there was a guy in the shirt of Haze. was Haze!
We
talking to him. He said he was Interrail through Europe and took the opportunity to write his new album. I was surprised how close it was. A guy fucking! only bad thing is that I hit one of the largest Fails in my life. I had seen an interview on Canal Sur Haze animal and took her pet that she had leukemia. So I said: - Haze, how is your bitch of leukemia?
- Not a dog ... is a cat. Surprised
yet the meeting, we went to eat. Carlos took me to best ribs to be in the world. The best meal of my life. Without thinking badly of course.
And is that one of the things that struck me is how high are the Czech Republic. In one of the clubs were there pegándonos a dance when aunts are two feet tall each one more good. Was to arrive and start dancing to fame as background sounded Crazy, crazy for Shakira. One of them started to rub her ass against me as she danced. A colleague of my friend told me to speak Italian. It was my chance. I saw carrying a flag of Italy painted on the side. Again tried to approach her, but a barrier of about 15 guys stopped me. All night I been looking, without luck. So I went back to her again and this time I did I approached the site and the Italian speaking against it.
- Are you Italian?
- No, do you?
- Where do you think I am?
- Are you Italian? "She said surprised.
- Sure!
- What part?
- From Rome. And you, where are you?
- From Prague.
- How do you know a girl in Prague as well Italian?
- Because my boyfriend is from Venice - Another FAIL.
also wanted to talk as I saw the Cup final in a place called Sport Bar, a dive that is passing the famous cabarets of Prague, where HR trample you to enter, of course I spoke in Italian to enter. "What the hell I'm Italian!" I said in Italian ... I also I'm stupid. The casino is not to have smoke, no. It was practically on fire. Unbelievable. In the final bit to say ... I took another FAIL singing the goal of Peter, who was offside and I had to endure the victory of Madrid. We
afternoon in my colleague's room preparing to go to the gym and he drank water while I asked him what we were going to dinner. Suddenly, he starts to cough and take all the water that the soil was drinking drinking mode. Laughingly told him that what he did! He fucked around for not giving back as he coughed and I only laugh. Sorry Carlos, but it was very good.
Special mention to the bathroom on Tuesday. The bathrooms in the carc ... residence, are also common and one day we shower both my colleague and I (but separate showers, mind you) and I reveled in a little song of Paul Alboran since my friend is a big fan of hearing me sing. The song in question was When you walk away. I finished singing and a voice that was not my friend, who said: "How beautiful!" . Someone who would be shitting out there I made more enjoyable crap. That it was.
What is a non-stop are the pretty girls in Prague. Passing is a tremendous, but it came back with something even better and so one after another. Thus arose one of the sentences of the trip when I told my friend: "Damn man ... but if they never end" .
Another holiday in Prague saw an aunt that nasty adjective you fell short. Not that he was gifted, I was just in balance. A China was a short red dress that left nothing to the imagination. Roll began (if it is to roll call) with one on the stairs that went to the dance area. There were both getting hand rubbing with each and every one of the parts of your body. Against each other. I came and went walking around the disk, it did not stop for a second and continued. Already in the past, the guy lifted her dress by putting his hand under her as she got inside his pants and shook his wrist shaking as if moving a liquid yogurt to eat. Even for a moment, she fell the ground on his back and he grasped it with the member bulges in his pants. Everything a real spectacle. That was not just here. Then there was a colleague and I sat in some chairs, and china was sitting a little more over there next to a blonde (different than before) and that, without dark or crowd, grabbed the package and began to sobárselo while putting vicious face of porn. As I tell you.
The last day I wanted to burn Prague giving everything. In fact, I did a show singing a English Saeta in English. I would have gone but my phone do not know why not let me. When they do go up and viewable. Memorable.
That night we went to a club with 5 floors. Plant in which we entered plant with stems. Would have an aunt for every 20 uncles. Without exaggerating. Here we take the Death's shot or shot to death. A shot us in our face burned with fire and burned us to take the liver, which then made us suck through a straw is not what the hell that's already killed us all.
There we met a Catalan to which I salute here. A Catalan do not know his name (because she so wanted). A very nice Catalan. Me the chance encounter, and an aunt that I was there I said something in English. Then I noticed it was English and I said that I was. He was surprised that it did and we got several pictures together colegueo super smiling. So I went to his ear and said,
- Now give me your facebook so I can see the photos.
- No. .. "As he walked away from me.
- What do you mean? I asked as he caught his arm.
- Do not let me give you my facebook! Replied with a Catalan accent that so pretty.
- So ... Would those photos I'm not going to see again?
- No, "replied with a grin on his face. I waited two seconds. I smiled placidly. I walked slowly and said:
- Well enjoy the pictures ... BITCH!
In another room I saw a blonde who looked at my friend so lewd. I told the handy and useful phrase to break the ice: "Do you know Carlos?". The foreigner gave him two kisses, then I went and said "In Spain, we give a kiss on the mouth" , and not idle it ate all the hills my friend. Her friends laughed in disbelief. Then my friend told me I had to do the same ... and he did. After a while, as we walked away, laughing my friend told me "It's as if I'd eaten my uncle's mouth ... I knew this one day had to pass ".
This would end here, were it not that in turn also became something of note. I flew with Wizzair to Rome and the door was an aunt to pass all the luggage by the pileup that with the measures. All without exception. I knew that mine was not happening, or if passing was very just. When I fell to me, put it on and nothing, went even a little, which surprised me because mine previously had, or the pileup was rigged (probably) or had engordao my suitcase (which is unlikely). So the aunt gave me a sticker to the suitcase and boarding in my resume I put the word BAG. And sent me to the counter where they were paying all those who As had happened to me. But I, Cadiz and Erasmus, I was smarter and did the following. As I walked toward the counter with the 10 guys in line to pay, in those two seconds I caught and dodged and went through the side and went running out the door and went into the bus carrying the plane. There I spoke with one of those who had paid and told him what he had done. He told me he removed the sticker to the suitcase. So I did. And the part where Aunt BAG I had cut it out with your fingers. That nothing had happened. After entering the plane, all bags with the left bumper at the entrance, as a punishment, while I went inside. And fuck ... or my suitcase thinned or not know what happened, but came into the hand luggage compartment like a glove. Petty crooks. Luckily I was smarter than them.
Anyway, 10 days have been great. I have not told you everything that has happened because there are things that are either too long or not be counted in life there is always something to be kept to oneself. And erasmus life ... is very hard. Ay! and both!
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