Well, again cut traffic, buses and such, with the roll of the end of the year. As if not end of each bit. And with spending there, I'd throw another little while with it, just in case, but anyway. It is now celebrated a tradition, or a joke, which at times had to be very predicament, but now he was almost forgotten, it seems to me. Everything is to create a new identity, from the institutional, recovering things go with an air of tradition, to see how spreads are their peculiarities. As clusters of human towers that now is everywhere, far beyond the Tarragona area is where if you really have roots. man's nose is a man who leaves on 31 to take a walk around. This is a guy who has as many noses as days per year, which gives it a peculiar. This year, I think for the first time the city has given something for doing a ride like a parade or not, who will lead a big head who represents the King of carnival to stroll the town of Grace dede to the town hall square in Barcelona, \u200b\u200bwhere he was honored with the delivery of the keys to the city. In this character is followed by a procession consisting of the Noah's Ark animals. Yeah, yeah, I know it does not stick, but is that the city is. In the twelfth Disney put a float and a Moorish and Indian dancing and a fire more macizonas doing acrobatics. I also believe that these things give them rare, yes.
To complete traffic chaos for years trying to emulate the San Silvestre de Vallecas a rather distressing result. That, one year already told , and I see that I repeat myself. They tried as Sant Silvestre and ran to six in the afternoon, which is idiotic, because he always called Noche de San Silvestre, and however much the damn time change is already dark, night, night is said, is not.
That did not shoot, because bus riders ended, non-lego hours and not reach the cotillion. Now I have renamed and called the Nose Race, which is to say in fine that, or whatever. But this long-standing tradition repegaban false. And while the Vallecas follows petar of people, which to broadcast over TeleMadrid, gains a black or white and cream smeared with chocolate milk, or you never know, which is that cats pachanga are the peel, and put a paste at the Nike sponsorship, those tacky book and child exploitation, but darling no one will boycott, is not being hurt furbo shirt, oh what a pain. Total
that between Nose and calzacortas going to roll a pitot on buses and such. And grapes and party blowers. And so Zubinmeta waiting for tomorrow, which I have blown out there is a peculiar guy. But that other day.
Have fun, folks.
PD: the Nose is not me. Well, at least in the photo. This, I say.
