could finally go home, let me operate the wheels, and rest until the festivities Bilbao (late August). That
halfway if not hit me that Stendahl Syndrome I'm vegetating in one corner.
Fortunately, after leaving the absurd project of general anesthesia to get me the two wheels at a stretch, I managed to change the dates, delayed a few days and move Interrail trip to Greece to August, preferably with just enough time to get back to Bilbao festivities.
This just reminded me that I just fucking one of my plans was to leave tracks in what city was, to Carmen Sandiego, leaving others toDivine ... Well, anyway, not many people read this, so for the case paw.
... Although what the red coat and brimmed hat *¬*...
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