Despues de casi tres dias en la que ahora es mi ciudad adoptiva, la conclusion que puedo sacar, esperando no ser demasiado precipitada es..... DE PUTA MADRE!!!!!!

El tema es ke no tienen comida como tal... osease, ke a eso del mediodia se comen una manzana, y/o un sandwich y marcha ke jode; y luego a eso de las 6 pos cenan lo ke viene siendo un pllato de verdad.
Asinke, inkoltos de nosotros, pos ni comer al medio dia ni na... hemos comido en el kole, cara eleccion (todo lo que no es gratis, es caro. Y no hay nada gratis.) x lo que emmos decidido pasarnos al komando mixto! y acernos sandwiches a cascoporro pa comer.

Menos mal ke somos gente de bien quedar, y bajamos un poco a conocer a la gente que pulula por la resi. Gente muy maja en un principio.
Veremos como se van desarrollando los acontecimientos.
Viva Rusia!
Gracias Juan por dejarte robar unas fotikos!
And Now, in English:
Rusty bench and ready to play
Good again! After nearly three days in what is now my adopted home, the conclusion I can draw, hoping not to be too hasty is ..... DE PUTA MADRE !!!!!!
These two days have consisted of: class Danish (language impossible to learn ... so they say that Euskera is hard ... fuck you do not learn Danish!) With three of them very friendly German and later tourism the city, which we know because we almost should not give much anymore. It is a city with 200000 inhabitants but with a heart of five or six parallel streets, not more. Eat shit! or so it seems .... Fuck no, not that bad ... someday dedicate a post to the Danish food, and he deserves it! The issue is that no food as such ... that is, about noon eat an apple, and / or a sandwich and that fucked up, and then after about 6 dinner what dish is being real. So, uneducated of us, or eat it at noon or anything ... We ate at school, face choice (everything is not free, is expensive. And there is no free lunch.) so we decided to spend the joint command! and make us sandwiches for lunch.
In the afternoon, beer (pint to 3 euros and little, not bad) that an empty stomach, I like going up more. With nonsense about football and billiards with German and a few laughs. Shop the LIDL, talk to Malaga (Salva), we explain how the move is internal ... and it is now, bitch chance, one is met. THE MOUNT GRAN FIESTA! with little desire to leave that I have I'm busted! Still not acclimated .... Luckily we are good people stay, and down a bit to know people swarming around the residence. Very nice people at first. We'll see how events unfold. Viva Russia! Thanks John for letting you steal some photos!
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