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Christmas snow



(- But hey! In DDE (Departmental Directorate of Equipment, the body responsible for good road network in France) were fully aware that was going to snow!
- Sure, sure, so they have gone home early to avoid traffic jams)

As well we are, dear friends, for this part of the global world. Actually, I had not seen so much snow board since I went to Moscow last. If you have the temptation to answer that one Christmas with snow is your thing, maybe I curl slightly and say some outburst, and dyeing, by Jove. To start, my car will not go up the slope of the garage because it is frozen and I have to go down to Metro Walking a stormy snowy slope. Overall, this year, no Christmas tree or bagpipes. Well, I'll settle for this photo, which, creáislo or not, is right in front of my house:




Maybe I put one of those balls that glow and so I see from the window . In short, well, Christmas is a joyous celebration, they say, so, come joy. Here we have the advantage that in the stores, malls, etc. have the enormous detail that does not put the fish in the river drink, etc, etc amid rumors of tambourines and zambombas. The truth is that bad frozen rivers were going to drink the poor fish. But anyway, I'll stop grumbling, which is Navidazzz. So, dear buddies, enemigotes, companions, colleagues, buddies, sinpinches, I wish you all a


HAPPY HOLIDAYS!








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Adventures of a "gashego in Uruguay




Let me clarify a few things: the" gashego "me though born in the middle plains of La Mancha. In short, all are English Galician Uruguay and Argentina, that is that mine has no merit. What's "adventures" is unquestionably poetic license, because Uruguay quiet place that is hard to find on the surface of this planet (and possibly some other). Well, any risks, as I explain later, I was not impacientéis, palace things go slowly. It is also true that the black man raped the Maga Irenaeus in a tenement in Montevideo, but it too well. If we consider that Maga was fifteen when she was raped, that must have been about twenty when he met Horacio Oliveira in Paris and the romantic event to take place around 1957, this means making some fifty-odd years after the event. No way to recognize on the street at this point. Also, Cortázar and left us for years, meaning that we can not ask.

Well colleagues, because after this torrent of scholarship Cortazarian (I understand that I have since reread "Rayuela" in these circinstancias) relatare step stuff.

Finally, let me return for a moment "Rayuela" Maga account when you dislike the arcades of the Plaza Independencia in Montevideo. The truth is that I had to go to the dictionary of Argentina to find out what was an arcade and I understood it as a porch. Salvo Palace (pictured), the most notable building Montevieo, it does arcades:




But, I did not bother me much. I found much worse the atrocities they have done in putting a square ugliest buildings enabling environment, as this is behind the statue of Artigas:





Finally, there every one that there will be a gashego who tell how they have to be buildings, pussy.

And it, and I am going to talk about the dangers to visitors in Uruguay. The most serious is for your Visa card. If you appreciate something your monthly balance, it is you happen to pass through the streets of Montevideo Sarandi. And if you pass, do not look at jewelry stores, hump. Especially when, oh dear, you are the female and you go with a specimen of this genre, because the Uruguayan amethysts are Remonda, it is true. And then begins casters "are not spending, we are saving," "do you know how cost a stone well in Europe? , etc, etc. Do not say that I have not been warned. Avoid this store in particular:




addition, the owner is charming, meaning that if you give by hodidos you dare to enter.
quite memo
Another risk is that whatever you than me. I had rented a car in Punta del Este to go to Montevideo. Plas, plas, 140 km and pull! you have arrived. And where I put the car now in the middle? for in a car, marry. Looking for a car park, arrive, take over the car keys to give them a receipt and you'll enjoy Montevideo. Magnificent. come back several hours later , teach your bill ... and is the fatal question: plate number?. Shit, because even the idea repajolera. You can imagine the ensuing dialogue: "As is so tiny, and dark, etc, etc." . Good thing should be accustomed to such outrages, because it came after fifteen minutes.

And finally, eye to driving on the roads, not because people are mad at the wheel as in Buenos Aires or because they are dangerous. Is there a sign saying: "Required the use of low beam 24 hours a day." Menda, interpreted the "low lights" are the lights. Not really. No Sir. Lights are normal so the cop stopped me on my way back to Punta del Este and I read the book carefully, explaining what they were such "low lights." Luckily I went away with it, just with a row (and one already used to the fights).

Well, in short, Uruguay is a magnificent and peaceful country and Montevideo is a city to live, rather than to visit, with beaches clean and quiet to Laito same center. And you can relax as these swimmers of Punta del Este. Another day I will tell them:




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Eat in Rio de Janeiro? Easy, with tips on tangos




Well, dear friends. I'll disappear for a few days. Not that I'm going to blend, but almost. I go to South America. I've decided it's a good place, so I'm going. Okay, I hear your cries, lamentations, wailing, complaints and other rumbling through my ultrapoderes ultrasensoriales, metapsíquicos and pataphysical ... but no, do not worry. Sorokin not going to leave you alone in this turbulent period and somewhat confusing. Simply, I'm a couple of weeks in Argentina and Uruguay, cool, cool. And this time .. Estremecéos with envy!, I'm on vacation. Is that I liked it and had lost around a few miles from the Lufthansa card. And whether you believe it as if not, it works: you get free tickets if you have enough miles. Then, in terms of hotels and such, because as you can get by you there. I'll tell you.

But, before disappearing into the mist, my sense of responsibility drives me to give you tips on eating highs in Rio de Janeiro, will not be that you have to go away there with urgency and you do not know where to calm your hunger. First, I must say that everyone who gave me advice (or almost), was Lucinda, the receptionist at our hotel. A wonderful woman. I do not put a picture, because if not, will you stop reading this post and look only at her. So, no, no photo of Lucinda.

First day we sent the "Shirley" in Leme (Leme is like Copacabana, but on the other side of the tunnel Botafogo). Is supposed to be the only English restaurant in Rio, despite its name is nothing, nothing, Cani. Has an excellent fish:





The next day we sent a rodicio which is next to the Copacabana Palace. Look out, as is usual in Rodicio, rolling of pure fat. The most shocking was the piranha soup. The photo I put in the header. Hey, what else just to eat some fish if you can you eat?

the third day. Ah, the third day! went to a Resturante Tai, "Shawasdee" in Leblon. It was my birthday (take note, to see if next year You invite me to something.) As I went to the toilet, my colleague has ordered a cake with a candle. What nice. Complete with singing waiters japibirdaituyú, etc.




Another day, we went to "Satyricon", in Ipanema. It's another price range, what I am going to say anything else. Excellent fish and fine wines.




And apart from the advice of Lucinda, recoating other restaurants to calméis your guides will walk if confused by Rio One Center, "Mocambo"




took us there after a meeting. Is in center. It is a restaurant that looks to be lifelong. Before you start to open his mouth to ask for water, I fill the table bollinhos de queijo, cod fritters, etc and get to the food exhausted. I recommend you a fish called "Bijupirá" swearing that was fine. Well, I keep my opinion.

Another, in Botafogo, "Real Astoria." It has a English and a buffet lunch. Are best caipirinhas and the view of the bay of Botafogo:



But in the end, dear buddies. If you have worms, are the two in the afternoon, you walk by Copacabana you, makes you want to get warmth and not pifos .. you can always order some onion rings in one of the beach bars. With caipirinha, of course:







Well, kisses. I took the laptop, for that go on vacation, so to return.

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Sorokin, steaks and sausage malevos



Well, my dear readers excited, here I am again back to the capital of Europe, with sixteen hours of travel behind me. Do you see my spirit of dedication and sacrifice? Do you percatáis in full scourge of jet-lag, longing strongly that it's time to get into the envelope, I sit on the Mac keyboard and I write postpartum? The truth is that I have said, Sorokin, or do it now or the thing can get "calandam graecam ad, you already know, bird. So here I am.

title Do not listen, because I have many things to say about outlaws, some more about tangos and chorizo \u200b\u200benough about steaks, what happens is that the title is an Alexandrian well as fourteen syllables with two hemistiches, and setback would be a churro Do you see, ceporrillos? to "on steak with sausage, tangos and hoodlums" sounds fatal?. It also has fourteen syllables but music is like a kick in the trigeminal nerve.

Come then go with the steak sausage. I have followed exactly the advice you gave me Madame Delikat, head of one of my favorite blogs:

(DelikatEssences.blogspot.com) and I convinced my colleagues to go to "La Brigada"





nearly so successful that I have not gotten them out of there. In fact we went twice and now I will explain why, do not be impatient. The first night they had ribeye (Delikat recommendation), so we had to content himself with a steak sausage:




Anyway, as you can see we were five, not that everyone eat two steaks. The truth is that they were to get to howl at the moon looked like. We also found a wine from Mendoza, really good:




And this was a discovery for me, because until now had never found a Malbec that I liked, but this was, as the French say "pee du Bon Dieu "(not translate, hey, maybe someone is angry.) I brought a bottle, "properly wrapped in dirty shirts that will not break-in the case. has arrived safely, traquilizáos. Also, maybe the shirts will give additional taste.

The second time went by accident. DelikatEssences I had also recommended "The cabin of the lily" in Puerto Madero. I convinced them to go, and left the reception in charge of booking a table for five, while we pushed us around Quilmes in "Crank" (we recommend cafe in Recoleta). All of a sudden, violent storm broke out, so we went in two taxis, after finishing cervezota. We arrived at the famous cottage and had no reserves or mothers. Sapristi! and rain beating down, and my colleagues in organizing the Caine Mutiny, "we want to go to the Brigade and let the shit" (they said in English, because there the only one who spoke Castilian was server, I translate for you to see what state of mind they were). Total, two taxis in the rain, and the Brigade. This time I had rib eye ... but I prefer steak chorizo. The wine, as good as the previous day.

As to tango, we did the tourist stupid and provincial. The ineffable hotal reception, to ingratiate himself with us after the fiasco of the previous day ("if I said there was no place, but you were gone, etc, etc") are recommended "The old store." There were two possibilities: with dinner and no dinner. My colleague Ynte, measuring two meters, said that no meal was not going anywhere. Turn then to dinner. Caro and Light. The show, well, that, tango. Very well danced and such, but for tourists. Japanese masses, gringos, etc. Argentina had some, because when the animator wanted to sing to the public "back" was heard a few threads of voice and runny people in the audience.

won a photo (without flash, of course):



top, when we went to go Dutch, one of the bills that we were told it was false. Finally, the truth is I was pretty well done. Here's the picture I did with the ticket to celebrate such an interesting event:



But, hey, I am sure you would like more the singing and dancing tango in La Boca. They are also for tourists, but they look more genuine (I do not accept rude comments, please)





And I'll cut the roll, I'm getting cake, I is getting hungry and I can get so heavy as my colleague Ynte with that dinner. Only comment that I was very impressed with a trade unknown to me: dogs. What things have in Buenos Aires. At first I was very surprised to see people with a pack of friends of man in the street, until a taxi driver explained to me: are dedicated to walking dogs for people who can not get them out. This photo we saw him again for night, as seen in the second image and the dogs look the same, meaning that they spend the day with the litany:







and nothing else, I'm going. I leave you with a picture of a cafe in Recoleta. The truth is that I have in Buenos Aires at home. I am willing to return as needed.




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THE SUN DOES THE WRONG (OR HOW TO MAKE A SHADOW CAIPIRINHA) - PIGEON RESCUE lame - THIRTY GETTING REAL AS THE REPOSITORY - BUT. .. Relax, please, relax.

My dear guests, colleagues and / or unemployed general readers. I is building work. I have not had even a quarter of the things I had to hit your brain alert (hey, if you are not careful, then you will see, you lose it) on Mexico and Brazil, when I have to leave for Argentina. So, I came a buzzing in my dreams and I squeaked: pooooonte piiiiilas laas, Sorokin, espabiiiiiila. and I, as I do not want hard feelings with the buzzing night, I made currar today, ignoring the sage advice that says: "Do not do today what you can leave tomorrow."

So I'm going to tell you four things vital for survival in Copacabana. As you can see the main picture, all is not plain sailing: look, look, the dark clouds covering the sky. But anyway, sometimes the sun rises. And there I was getting at, look you. Turns out the sun in Rio (and presumably throughout the southern hemisphere, but as I've been to more places I can not swear, I will tell you when I return to Buenos Aires) day makes its way backwards . Yessir, in reverse from right to left of the observer, not from left to right as we are accustomed. It is vital to know this to know how to position themselves in an umbrella, especially as menda facultatively shade-tolerant, which we Like the shade and let the sun for the tourists. Well, let's see, that's not the sun that moves, I toméis judging by the Holy Inquisition to Galileo: I mean the course apparent, of course. As everywhere, the sun rises in the east, but apparently makes its way to the north:




That is, an impartial observer, with a caipirinha in hand, sees it move from right to left. Details of the caipirinha:





Well, I guess it has become clear to you, my dear taruguillos, so now I can devote to relax, as the swimmers of the photo:



Server and his colleagues prefer to relax, as I said, under an umbrella with a caipirinha at hand. And, while we were in such a compromised situation, a dove acercósenos limping. Poor Dove, cried our sensitive hearts. And suddenly, the next table, was erected two garotas, (one more garota than the other), with a scissors in her hand and began to chase the poor animal. The horror made us shudder ... What will they do, Toutatis, which will make the poor thing? Finally captured, and with the scissors, what they did was cut a wire that had been caught in a leg, so that the pigeon was walking as if nothing had happened. Naturally, broke out in applause:




That could us happy and all day, but, by Jove, I am still a surprise. Throughout the day we had harassed shoeshine-hand, offering their services. Server, all dispatched with a "I like so dusty." But lo and behold, they walk among the people, come up to me one of them, I said my right shoe with emphasis: I look, and a suspicious brown mass covered it almost entirely. Merde! I cried (pun intended), when and how I had planned such a thing in my shoe ... in these, the man I was cleaning the shoe with water and soap was prepared. When I wanted to give five reales (two euros), said Nanay, who were thirty reais, while two others were shoeshine more by saying yes, yes, they were thirty reais. In short, we gave them because they were the majority and hear, but worth thirty reais unless you take the entire portfolio.

The truth is that it should be the only ones who wore shoes. So the people walk in flip flops, as shown:





But let hairs to sea. I now look at the tip of the shoes constantly, lest the practice is widespread. And no, if you go to Copacabana, relax, and, if anything, have a cervezota friends like these shown here enjoying a holiday.






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Two new candidates for "best restaurant in Mexico," Mexico's Flying




I'll make a superhuman effort, dear friends and unknown enemies, amid the sleepy fog that comes over me as a result of jet-lag, also called "décalage horaire" ( anyone know how to say in English? Would it be "jet lag"?) To share with you (whether you want it or not) of my recent dining experience in Mexico. Experience has led me to doubt some of the title granted without any embarrassment last March :

Okay, I do not regret too, I said "maybe." What happens is that now, on this trip I discovered her two will not gnaw Zanchetta (ie, they are at their height, to see If you hear that all you have to explain it). As in the films of the fifties (I love classic Hollywood cinema), mention them in order of appearance.

The first is "La Hacienda de los Morales." Then I took my compadres pm the same day I arrived in Mexico (hey, that I have compadres "sur place"). It's in the main picture and is a magnificent estate. Perhaps not as spectacular as the San Angel Inn ", but with a very colonial taste, as shown:



All ate chiles in walnut sauce, because, as explained to me, now is the time to eat (the Indeed, I learned very well why not eat in February, a place, but you have to eat now you're so lucky what a fantastic time!):





chiles are stuffed with minced meat and fruit and cream topped with walnuts and pomegranate seeds. They should not be low calorie, no, but they are delicious. If you go to Mexico in October, do not miss it. I is that, as I lived in Veracruz, mine were the ceviche, C. parallelus, crab toast and stuff rather marinas. I had never tasted the peppers in question.

The second restaurant in order of appearance was "Paxia"





's in San Angel, in the heart of intense movement and his style is different. The atmosphere is much more "trendy" is full of beautiful people and it is assumed that the cuisine is "new Mexican cuisine." Yo, what I did was to fulfill a promise he had made in the blog when I wrote about the San Angel Inn: I ate escamoles. Yes, dear friends. Escamoles, ant eggs. What happens is that not you hear, is mixed with cilantro and other attachments, you put them in a block and you the jump into the gullet. And what you notice is they are very tasty, but what is the egg and scallions which? No idea.





But okay, I ate very comfortable and I cared not a jot that they were ant eggs. We were five people at the table: each ate a different dish themselves were "new cuisine", but buddies, I kept thinking and recycling my escamoles. All washed down with excellent Mexican red (The problem is I do not remember the name, what a mess)

To close the evening we went to the San Angel Inn, not to eat again, but sausage fantastic margaritas.

Anyway, these trips, sometimes exhausting (eye, poorly designed, at eight o'clock we were all back in the meeting room)

Kisses to all.

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Dear friends, I am writing from Rio de Janeiro, and I hope that when you receive this tooodos ye good health and happiness flooded all your pores, while the birds sing and the clouds lifted. I know what you're thinking: but, Sorokin, Relena, what are you doing there, in a lonely hotel room, telling Memec, instead of walking along the Avenida Atlantica Copacabana Garotinho flirting (or at least visiting their slender bodies with your little eyes were red.) I could tell you that I can not forget that our love is stronger than the shapely legs of Rio, but the real truth is that just marked a Carretão rodicio in the restaurant (and I spoke to him last year, and will seek the review), my stomach is about to explode, I can not get in the bed under these conditions and I have already finished the mini-bottle of Chilean red that was in the mini-bar (All mini minus the price). So, here I am, stuck to ordenata.

Well, but what I would say is that my wise leaders had decided that as Mexico and Brazil are both in Latin America, because we would save a trip and we were going to do both in one go. No objection. He who knows, you know. Sure, they (and me) think that the flight from Mexico to Rio would be a tontuna, long, but tontuna, but, hey, is far more liadillo than it seems. There are no direct flights, which is shocking. You have to catch you a plane of such a "Copa Airlines to Panama, spend three hours at the airport in Panama, and then take you another plane to Rio Total, about twelve hours. A server, which is a hopeless romantic, completely invaded by visions of Humphrey Bogart Lauren Bacall in linking to some obscure place in Central America, the prospect did not seem wrong. Guaaaa, I saw me in an old DC3 landing in the jungle while a coconut tree behind Lauren appeared saying: whistles if you need me, you know Sorokincillo whistle? But it has not been one, and leave us no place either for the illusion. Panama Airport is one bordering on modernez Futurism and Cup planes are small but modern.



The first part of the flight, from Mexico to Panama has been very heavy, and in general we were well treated. True that we invaded the question of whether one of the hostesses was mudita or just stupid, but in the end we found that just sat off in the corner to filing her nails and, of course, a very thorough and important work could not lose their time to speak to a mob as Mende and his colleagues. So we relaxed, we are not invisible, they are invisible! Besides

Miss vinaigrette filing her nails the rest, well. The other flight attendant (take note, what if this sounds like a fifties?) Gave us some good dishes:



entry. Ham, asparagus, Chilean wine



The main dish, tortellini stuffed with ricotta on a bed of spinach with melted cheese, Chilean wine. Not that this is the fun, but what are other lines on their flights is a super luxury.

The second part of the flight, seven hours from Panama to Rio is much more Plastaz because you have to make superb effort to get some sleep (leaving at nine in the evening of Panama and arrived in Rio at six morning. If you can not leave the accounts taruguetes ones, consider, please, that two hour time difference between the two cities)



Sorokin The painful awakening at about four o'clock

Well, and I'll shut up and go to on that morning I have to get up early (again). In short, if the hazards of life you have to have to take a flight on Copa Airlines, ofusquéis you not, that's pretty good. And if you touch the Miss vinaigrette favod pod, let him a raspberry on my part. Kisses