Este fin de semana he estado de acampada, cerquita de la playa, en un pueblo súperpequeño cuyo nombre, por supuesto, no puedo recordar (todavía llevo mi dirección apuntada en la cartera...). Aunque el verano ya está muriendo, me he bañado en el mar, en bragas obviamente <3 Y no nos faltó ni pa barbacoa hijos míos.
Tampoco he hecho fotos, por favor, soy la peor turista que se pueden echar a la cara, pero qué quieren que les diga, prefiero vivir los momentos que fotografiarlos.
Como no se me ocurre qué contarles aparte de que soy una asquerosa bohemia tirada en la playa, y muy feliz, haré una mini-lista de cosas aprendidas este finde:
This weekend I have been camping, very close to the beach, in a really small village whose name, of course, I can't remember (I'm still carrying my home adress written on a paper in my wallet...). Although summer is dying, I had a bath in the sea, obviously wearing underwear instead of a bikini <3 And we even had bbq my loves.
I didn't took pictures, plea, I'm the worst tourist that you can find in your whole life, but what were you expecting from me?, I prefer living the moments rather than taking pictures of them.
I don't know what to tell you (besides I'm a convinced bohemian lying on the beach, and very happy), I'll write a short list of things learnt this weekend:
Tampoco he hecho fotos, por favor, soy la peor turista que se pueden echar a la cara, pero qué quieren que les diga, prefiero vivir los momentos que fotografiarlos.
Como no se me ocurre qué contarles aparte de que soy una asquerosa bohemia tirada en la playa, y muy feliz, haré una mini-lista de cosas aprendidas este finde:
- Los turcos tienen una bebida alcohólica típica, que beben mezclada con agua (se ve que aquí todo lo mezclan con agua), pues esa bebida viene a tener sabor de anís, cómo se hace o cómo se llama, ni idea, pero pa mí que es anís del otro lado del Mediterráneo.
- Mis estadísticas inventadas dicen que un turco medio puede pasar 1/3 de su vida atrapado entre el tráfico, uno va a 80 km/h como mucho en la autopista.
This weekend I have been camping, very close to the beach, in a really small village whose name, of course, I can't remember (I'm still carrying my home adress written on a paper in my wallet...). Although summer is dying, I had a bath in the sea, obviously wearing underwear instead of a bikini <3 And we even had bbq my loves.
I didn't took pictures, plea, I'm the worst tourist that you can find in your whole life, but what were you expecting from me?, I prefer living the moments rather than taking pictures of them.
I don't know what to tell you (besides I'm a convinced bohemian lying on the beach, and very happy), I'll write a short list of things learnt this weekend:
- Turkish people have a typical alcoholic drink, which they drink mixed with water (it seem like here they always mix drinks with water), that drink has the same taste than anise, how it's done or it's name, I've no idea, but I think it's the same than anise but from the other side of the Mediterranean sea.
- My invented statitics say that an average Turkish person can spend 1/3 of its life stuck in a traffic jam, you can't drive faster than 80 km/h on a highway (to hell, of course).
pastis? así se llamaba en Francia la bebida como el anís mezclada con agua :)
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