Toccata and Fugue in E major: BETWEEN COL AND COL, lettuce Dear comrades of my travels,
After all this time from city, I decided to put a little more excitement in my life, I have taken under the arm of my Luisi, to Vernon and my bud and bloom Inti (the girl) and We have all gone to live in the country. How do you stay?. I do not know if after this experience, he field and we will return to being the same.
why the long silence on this blog of my loves. I mean, the field that I have come to live is as deserted as the Finnish Lapland and share the same population density (and maybe even a resident), one per square kilometer. But this is how the average chicken: if I eat two chickens and your none, the mean says that we have eaten a head, and it is not true. Well in our town, someone has eaten our chickens and we are only 40 neighbors who live here in winter and snow any less to be some capital with the children to wait for passing the rigors.
the past two years we have killed 14 neighbors (natural death of old age, that what they tell us we have no hidden Chernobyl), representing 35% of the wing. In winter we've had bar, which around here is called Telecentre, it is the social hub where the television. It is now closed for renovation. The Telecentre of this people and all peoples World Health Castilla is supervised by, or what the vet is the same area, and contains the public computers for people with WIFI (essential service, because no company offers DSL around here and the telephone costs you all eyes of the body). If no volunteer is provided to manage the place, it belongs to everybody, and everybody has the same key (which in our town are eight people). Unless foreigners (synonym again), like us, so that a stranger or give you the key new center must be an application that must be democratically approved by the Ordinary Annual Neighbors are invariablemene held in July. As we reached the town in September, and the Board is unchanged, since we spent a lot of months remaining to hit the opening five minutes of the Telecentre. A late night emergency, in the depths of winter, isolated by a snowstorm (and without snuff!), Dared to approach the door of the establishment to try to send a few emails with the thread of connection that was leaking under the crack, and I had to return home quickly, numb and the tips of fingers like Pasabán Edurne, a speck of amputation. For that reason and because I turned off the computer because the battery could not below zero. So we bought nothing a great wireless router to a lot of computer equipment from the only company that has coverage in our dollars, and this is another thing: I can launch new blogomundo my troubles to the world.
Well, that and after five years and nearly ten months driving on these roads to 1,300 meters, full port, curves and unique two-way lanes, with no co-road tractors, and local fauna (diverse as the entire series of Man and Earth), alternating with sheets of ice drifts a meter ... I believe that in this novel drive, and I leave it to be. For that reason and because I stopped to soak in this nomadic spirit I soaked, I decided to close this home and open a new one which I hope to be counting all the adventures of this picturesque town and its great people, which I've moved to continue to put a little excitement in my life. Henceforth we will call Cicely (by the many similarities to the fictional Alaska, starting with the weather) and my new home: MEMOIRS OF A LETTUCE
in Cicely you soon at all. See you in ages.
