Quite good, but some little errors.
Wowever, I went to Spain too, but I prefer Madrid.
It's a wonderful city, with plenty of very chic peolple.
Less cahotic then Barcelona, and people are veri friendly.
Very efficient means of transport. The tube is always in time and clean.
Only the area of Chueca is alittle bit "strange", with "alternative" guys. I turned around Madrid, from Puerta del Sol, to El Prado and Thiessen, then up to the majestic Santiago Bernabeu.
I slept at the Hostal Cantabrico, very close to the carrera de san Jerolamo (if I don't miss the right name).
By the way, I enjoined the stay, and when I tried to speak English to make me understand, people always told me to speak Italian, as it is easier to understand for them.
No problem...
I spoke Italian, eventhough I created new absolutely absurde "Italian-Spanish words"!!!![]()
I promise it's worse when I speak italian and I put in norwegian... my brain is getting more and more cofused... sometimes I gotta speak to people from everywhere in the world in three different languages, the the best way to fuck up your brain pal.
for instance: devo vaskare i vestiti.... or quando sei kommato?
Una volta ci si faceva il culo per vivere, ora è la vita a esser presa per il culo! [Heerokeem]
LOL Franz!
A me è capitato di incominciare a parlare in italiano, in Inghilterra, con il mio amico inglese![]()
"Come soleva dire il mio prozio buonanima...lo sterco di cavallo si spande quando lo si calpesta"
"Come soleva dire il mio prozio buonanima...ascolta sempre lo scorrere del fiume, ma sta attento sempre a non bagnarti"
"Come soleva dire il mio prozio buonanima...il momento della partenza arriva quando meno te lo aspetti"
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