The past two weeks have been crazy, between preparations for my trip to Japan, the concert of Versailles and the operation of my grandmother ... full agenda. In about 26 hours on the plane will be Japan, and I'm at the point where you have everything ready but in the back of your head you feel that not enough ... ah, a bit frustrating.
But the point is to have both experiences ~. The first was the brilliant show of Versailles that was the weekend of 12 and 13. I went with my dear sluttt (aka
Tnemeh ), far-fetched on Saturday, early Sunday leleando the directions of Insurgentes and finally in the super Hotelazo Coral ~.... but (although I'm sure Tnemeh is referred to more narrative genius), I tell my version of the trip 8D:
boarded at 11 pm at the Central Terminal 6 in Guadalajara, to reach the wonderful 5 am Mexico City. Apart from the annoying taxi drivers who said "Taxi?" As his name Pokemóny the fact that I had to wait 15 minutes for a Nescafe instant coffee machine, the best was the chick Bakery:
Tnemeh and I bought fresh bread to pass the time and when we got to the bar, we kindly wrapped our bread and when we set out to give him the money he said "no, favor pay at the window. " Then he stepped to his left and hid under a crystal in which the sign read "box." Tnemeh and I looked at each with the face of "Are you serious?" And gave our money. The same lady plump out of the box and gave us things. I kept the paper only to laugh from time to time.
When the clock struck 7 toured the city by subway and ended up in Plaza Insurgentes proper breakfast. Then we went the direction of Circo Volador
Rapist that it was not a very nice course. We look for affordable hotel for the night. We found the Hotel GarageCoral (and that's where we wonder if the hotel garage applied for a motel less indecent or a euphemism for an average motel so I decided to quietly ask if they charge per hour or per night (it was important to know, and I had Tnemeh money to burn in a hotel).
receptionist threw me a look of indignacióny answered "charge per day." I felt bad a few seconds until I saw the room options: , suite, master suite and master suite with jacuzzi. Tnemeh and I ordered a standard suite and up to dormirrrrr. Then we found a VERY BAD porn channel and then we like pussygusts in search of food.
When we went to the Flying Circus (which was conveniently one block from the hotel) had just rained. We were fortunate it happened a pandemonium with the line to get right when we arrived and were among the first 100 to enter (light, after hundreds of VIP's). The first concert where I have to stand tip to see the stage. Was the best ~! They sang all the songs that I love, were excited to see an audience so turned on and even moved when the end of the sad songs began to shout the name of recently deceased bassist. Unfortunately the single
persons per security would not let us take photos as & am. I KNOW that I could not continue with such a work day. Human kindness has its limits, while not evil, because the weight that comes with the responsibility of other human lives is too much for many.
I do not like being there, not as sick, sick relative or nursing assistant. On the floor where we were was hospitalized a woman who attempted suicide with rat poison, people recovering from tumor was excised, radiacióny who knows what else. Well, that parent who has an institution to look after us when our bodies fail but ... not a nice feeling that fills you when it is & aacute; s in a place like I do not know how doctors can study to deal with these situations.
be that I'm made to avoid helping people I do not care. It sounds cruel but it is more sensible to say I love taking care of patients. Not that what I do when someone needs it, but that's to say "I want to dedicate my life to this" there is a difference, right?
Well, I sleep better because if not I can with my Monday. I hope to write from Japan \u0026lt;3 \u0026lt;3 \u0026lt;3 \u0026lt;3!
