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Mobile Phones, red wines and Navajo Indians



Ya se que parece una mezcla un tanto inusual, queridos amigos, pero, por todos the thunder of Brest, as stated by Captain Haddock, I promise that I can explain everything (is that one has had to explain many things in life -yes dear, my darling, do not be angry, etc, etc, I can explain everything etc, etc- and I have been the custom). The fact is that I'm struggling like a desperate crazy with my new mobile phone (Mobile, shoe phone, telefonino, "G" as they call it in Belgium, or whatever you want to call it). It is an invention that it calls "T9" and that is that you edit what you write in SMS without giving any alternative option. The day before yesterday I was watching the events live in Cairo by the TV channel "Al Jazeera "when I came to send an SMS to a buddy saying" I'm seeing it from Egypt in Al Jazeera. "But the infernal monster decided that Al Jazeera is not tolerable and I changed it to" the era of Jazz. "Rays as I was working with both the phone and watching TV, the message came out as such. Since you imagine the bewilderment of my friend, "What happened in Egypt in the Age of Jazz?" sang the response SMS .

Well, I still have not managed to erase it from the T9. But, finally, on to the red wines, if not, I encorajino. I thought (sometimes happens, do not leave to believe that my dendrites are always in a catatonic state) I am going to talk about the wines I've discovered in recent times. Especially unexpected wines, wine surprise, I have shaken the taste when I was not expecting. All that wine I put here are tough, long, with degree, as I like. I begin with the last one surprised me. LACetto of Baja California. Fabulous and the merit of having come to Brussels with full force and without dizziness. I saw in a supermarket (which I do not say that the take away from me.) I tried and returned the next day to take the four bottles they had. I have promised that they will bring more:




I still have my great discovery of the summer 2009: the red of the Alpujarras of Granada. Almuñécar I walked by when I stopped going to Pampaneira Orgiva and bought a bottle of this wonder: García de Verdevique. The story was the same: the next day, I took the car and went to Orgiva to buy all the bottles they had:





The domain Guerrouane Sahari I discovered in Rabat in 2008. Another great red wine, this time in Morocco. Coincidentally the next year found him in a supermarket in Brussels. But darling, darling! not to be rolling, because Merlot also have the same type of bottle and has nothing to do, is a hoax. For Merlot, Chilean prefer.





Of the two that follow I have already spoken in previous blog entries, but, hey, put the pictures again, because total costs nothing and you have not, dear colleagues and buddies, to go to find the post where I put them. The oak Tannat Don Paacual Janice, Uruguayan and Argentine Malbec Mendoza:








I still other things out there pending, but sapristi! I have no photos in hand, as the Montenegrin Vranach or Yakut Turkish. But I can promise and promise that I will make a new post when I have photos.

Ah! and if your keen sense of observation has led you to discern that the main picture is a few bottles of red wine and Georgian Croatian, I say: bravo, guys! entirely true, but I did not open and almost, almost, I think I'm not going to open. They have a lot of history behind it. Maybe one day I will tell it.

And now comes to tell the story of the Navajo. I came online in English. The translation has not been easy, but I think I respected the original meaning of the story. The photo came in the mail, so I guess you do not have copyright:



"Sally was returning from a shopping secondary road south. I was quite way to get home, when India saw a woman walking along the shoulder. He stopped, thinking it was going to do wrong a little company and told to sign that India's rise. The woman nodded and sat on the seat beside the driver.

Sally All attempts to start a conversation proved futile. India's staring out the window without a word. In this, the woman noticed a bottle of red wine that Sally had bought for her husband. India asked: What be this?. Sally, wanted to clarify that it was not for her, and said red wine is for my husband ...

India was silent for a couple of minutes and then said: Well done, good change. "

Until next time. A HUG.

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Punta del Este and Isla de Lobos


was going to start by saying that they have already spent snow, now only rains and the weather is gray, it was time to blow up our tired soft spots to more clement climates, latitudes brightest full sun and sea, fun and such joy when I heard that the airport Moscow Domodedovo, a suicide bomber has been charged with thirty-odd people. I'm sorry. I have landed and taken off dozens of times at that airport and, therefore, the issue affects me. annunciated ago time on this blog a humorous article on Domodiedovo key. You can see by clicking here . The joke is gone and only left with the anguish and pain of the victims. There can be no reason on earth that justifies the killing of innocent people.

But anyway, that was not the issue. Going to talk about my vacation in Punta del Este in Uruguay. I have almost forgotten, with so much snow and as cold as we've been after, but come on, Sorokin, an effort and we will do so. Well, few focus the issue I will say that Punta del Este is a peninsula that lies to the east. Easy huh? is also in Uruguay but is full of Argentines, who are left largely nearby.

I was in a hotel right next to the beach itself, as seen in the main picture. Quiet and pleasant, but several miles from downtown. The thing is to go downtown, buses, but if you get the late night of anger and revelry, you're pretty hung. There is a taxi stand next to the Casino, but the night he wanted to return to the hotel there was not one. It is true that there was a booth with a phone and a sign saying "Taxi." A server, got into the cab, picked up the phone ... and it appeared a dozen people call a taxi with a vengeance. I have face operator. Well, finally returned to the hotel. I do not remember how.

Punta del Este has a lot of good restaurants, and I'll give you some advice, cronies. If you are not Uruguayan, Give a reward to the credit card. On returning to Brussels, I found the pleasant surprise that I have brought back the VAT on all restaurant bills. It is obvious that if you pay cash you will not be returned or mucus.

My favorite among these is La Cantina del Club de Pesca. Do not listen to the club, etc, etc, is open to everyone, is nice, eat well, the views are magnificent and not too expensive:



We wanted to eat fish, because after passing through Buenos Aires and steaks stuffed with chorizo and other fleshings, was asking us the body. The most common fish in the area is the codling. I do not know what it's called in my town or anywhere else, but have a pint like this:



and cooked with tomato sauce, shrimp and mussels in the Fishing Club is more or less like this:







Recommended, highly recommended. Another important descubrimeinto Uruguay was the red wine. Of course, not to drink with fish, but with good loin steaks also eat here. The Tannat Oak is a sturdy wine with character, but with a good meat grill is excellent. Take note, my buddies:







La Isla de Lobos


But undoubtedly the best in Punta del Este is going to shop around Isla de Lobos . The island is the second global reserve of seals, sea lions, Otari, etc. The language of the place say that there are 200,000. Will not know who the cash, but hey, is not I who will discuss thousand more or a thousand less. To go to the island you have to take (grab, well, we're in America) a boat leaving the port and after a journey of half an hour jumping on las olas, te lleva a la costa de la isla. No se puede desembarcar porque los animalicos están protegidos. De hecho, el faro de la isla es el más alto de América para que su luz no les moleste. El guía dice que todo eso es gracias a Brigitte Bardot. Pues será, tampoco lo voy a discutir.



Parece que se agrupan en familias, como los humanos, pero lo que si se nota es que es una delicia verlas tomando el sol o extendidas sobre una roca. De verdad. Si vais a Punta del Este no os perdàis lo de las focas.













Aquí os dejo with all the ball foquil. Until next time, buddies

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Christmas snow (and 2: postscript)




Well, dear friends, colleagues, readers and non delude deluded, I received a lot of messages of concern on your part , telex, letters, SMS, e-Milia, etc inquiring about the miserable fate of those who were cut off by the huge snowstorm. Up to Wikileaks, I know, has been in contact with the State Department to ask if he knew anything about how he Sorokin and his associates. Therefore I decided to be drawn from this horrible anxiety and tell that there is no snow! could leave the house if we wanted (well, except for Mendes, who has caught a cold monster with all this move and I'm missing cuts, Shit!)

But for you to stay calm, I will tell as they have these days imprisonment and snow. For starters,'ve discovered that Champagne have to drink it like this:


All these moderneces
refrigerators, freezers, etc, are but a clumsy imitation of the original idea of \u200b\u200bDom Perignon and his colleague has, the monjecillos that invented this in the wine with bubbles. It is clear that the idea was to cool it in the snow. Now, think (if, after the abuses of these parties you can still) Is hot drink champagne?, see, mind, answer: the answer is ... No, you drink cold. Was cold in the fourteenth century? Again no! y. .. How the precious liquid cooled? well ... with what he was: snow!. Obviously, the countryside of Reims had only snow in winter ... and there you have to explain why for centuries the drinking champagne at Christmas. (Let's see, my friends in the southern hemisphere than in the S XIV had not even discovered America, so the monks did not know that Christmas Montevideo heat pyx ago) I hear your applause in cyberspace by my sharp reasoning.

Vale, and was soft, Sorokin. My poor grandmother is dead for a load, so if I do not coba me, not me or the employee gives the Post Office or anyone.

Another advantage of insulation is that I had to go to the cellar to dig through my years of boom bottles to accompany the cheeses primarily to be followed to oysters and lobsters (hey, I'll manchego, but in this eating I follow the customs of the site that welcomes me.) I opened a bottle of Vosne-Romanée (1) 1990, as you can see:




I'm almost to tell court how he was the bastard. Fabulous. Unbelievable. It also has a cathartic effect (especially the female guests) that I will not go to detail. Beware the Burgundy, Mesdames, not abuse. I say no more, later known tó.

(1): Vosne-Romanée is one of the most prized vineyards of Burgundy:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vosne-Romanée_wine

Well they'll stop asking you to grill, and once I have calmed down about how things are going, because I'm coughing like a damn and I'm going to push something to soften my throat. I have a bottle of "Elias Mora" red Toro waiting. I know I'm going to be fine, because it is well chambered and not like a cold wine and such. Meanwhile, the Kings bring you many things. In short, if they get out of prison in which they have been put on the Grand Place in Brussels:




Meanwhile, I'll go whistling on the hill in the cold cure me:



Joe Dassin: "Elle m'a dit d'aller siffler là haut sur la colline"

A BIG HUG to all. Happy 2011