Thursday, September 11, 2008

Walls Filled With Water

el día del empalme

The name, in principle, can be misleading, but anyone who has spent time in Jerez the Marquis knows what I mean. The festivities of this charming village where I spent every summer of my childhood, adolescence and the periods that have followed, are 8 to 12 September. Day 10 is the day because people splice splicing, does not sleep all night and goes to prison the day 11 morning.

is not easy to do because there comes a time when the bed is calling you repeatedly, but if you can cover your ears at night time do you spend a great festival. Tonight I got it but for closure and I have been forces. Following the tradition, not to miss some things like eating some churros at eight in the morning and accompany Diana Flores to awaken those who went to sleep. The name is very pompous but basically consists of the town band playing in the streets and all accompanying drunk behind. Before coming to these events has given me time to drink up a thousand mixed drinks rum, lose the jacket of my sister, dancing with the orquesa Iberis, participate in a contest of Air Guitar that I invented myself, dancing on a chair my cousin Russian, eat a hamburger at the snack bar Tito el Gitano, find my sister's jacket, mutinied at the pub the stable until nine o'clock. I have not yet but I do not spare. I've had great.

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