UF, what a day.
All afternoon without internet and without powerful to tell, thanks to my dear Timofonic, which makes me feel nonsense.General fault, they say.The mother who p., And on top of the calls to the technical service, when the breakdown is yours.
UAGGGGGGGGGGG
Well, I've already vent.
Oviedo, this morning.Well, I tell you.We left home at half past 8.Just when we rode in the car Teté.That he is snowing in Oviedo, that we see if we can go or postpone it.It doesn't seem to snow much.
And I, not, don't seem so bad and that, since we are, come on.If we see it black, we turn around.
And it seemed that instead of the day we were going for the night.What darkness.The sea was confused with the sky, both of a threatening dark lead gray.And wind.And the car warning ice.And I, nothing, that seems to be freeing ...
We enter one of the tunnels and signs warning: snow at the exit of the tunnel.Well, it won't be much.We will go slowly.The mother of the lamb! A fourth snow.And I stick to the front truck of the front, but keeping the distances, which as it touches the brake, we go to the patatal ..., jopé, that I do not see, that the snowfall is dense.Ah, yes, that the truck lights are seen, that is, that will be the road and I have not come out.Of course, I can go to the shoulder ... if I knew where it is.Just, so that the one who comes behind or stamps does not see me ...
And so about 35 kms
And we arrive in Oviedo.Nieva but the ground is quite clean, well.We arrive at the hospital without major setback.And oh, miracle, there is room in the parking lot.This is luck.
We arrive at the consultation.Lovely teté.Through the window we see that it is increasingly strong, and that it already sets in conditions.When we go out I think about whether or not you are again.Well, let's go to the highway, and if we see it Chungo, we stay.
That were not streets, they were skating clues.Downstairs and without touching the brakes, not to be shot.Cars with their crowded drivers, gouring distances and unlink.Lord, do not think of stopping the one behind, or swallows me.The buses stuck and without moving ...
Thus more than 3 rooms of hour, leading to 5, at 10 per hour, and seeing scope of some cars to others ...
And we finally go out to the highway and, Hallelujah, the ground is clean, which have passed the quittings ...
Rain, snow, cold and wind around, but it sounded like Paradise ...
^By the way, Celia well.
A little while ago he called Teté, who was worried about the trip.If when I say that a Nobel deserved or something this woman ...
Anyway, that Celia wants to enter the Ordetrasta, with the venia of Timofonic.
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