I'm dreaming of a white ... As is customary in me, and I think it's nothing special and that feeling that because there are novels, love stories, poems ... I felt the need to reflect on the screen (paper years ago) my experiences in one of my Travel humble. In this case it is nothing more and nothing less than my "white" Christmas in Vail, Colorado.
Clearly we all prefer to spend the holidays with our family but when a woman gets through you know that your preferences become inaudible suggestions in decision making. The fact is that this time it was her turn and she was right so I had no more than surrender. Yes, my wife will read this input safely. Nonsense aside though I always think that just do not share these moments with my family I consider myself lucky because I have been well received by my "other" family and the framework provided the setting for this celebration was unbeatable.
always unpleasant to travel on these dates, especially when you have to shoehorn long hours in the seat, to call it somehow shift the company has piled on a plane for your convenience. On this occasion, because I practiced for hours the cat's face Shrek, emergency exit, got my two flights. In less than 15 hours I was in Denver and my father me expected wearing a green Santa hat with lights on the head and another in hand ready to calzármelo just my arrival. We all know that the word "verguença" has no place in my dictionary so I did not hesitate a moment. Big hug and a cap to the head. While the party started! We got home
where waiting for the rest of the family and I received with buffalo meat lasagna. Say this was my first food intake and today (4 days later) I have not stopped, and as my Nanny, I live in a feed. Already not easy to refuse food in these calorie dates but if we add that one are in the land of the hamburger meat rubs, showers with butter and bacon facial peels, it is impossible to say no to anything. After getting out the fountainhead of the lasagna I go to sleep. Two hundred and turning in bed, 4 nightmares and two liters of sweat later, I got up to watch the show.
's 4 am and the "backyard" is full of moose walking between cars, garbage cans and Christmas elves of the community as being part of the neighborhood. Of course this only seems abnormal to me and that I do the same in Madrid, elk horns have no (or yes) and would all be crammed in a corner smoking dope and drinking DYC in plastic cups.
I said, this Christmas ¡¡¡¡¡ PROMISE!!