About three weeks ago, Madrid suffered the worst snowstorms in history, all over the landscape was white, the snow never stopped falling for a beautiful day Friday that in addition to changing the landscape, was closed for the first time in its history Barajas Airport and highways collapsed lugged 300 kilometers away. During that historic Friday the Nohelia and I went crazy, we play with the snow all filled with white and had a great time, the big problem was that we could only get together to play about seven and she just at that time came from the laboratory that is working. The news of the storm, as in Chile where the muddy weather is served to the politicians launched the ball between them, on one hand the government said they can not predict such problems and the opposition alleged that the reaction time was very long ago ...
two weeks, the wind attacked the Iberian peninsula, was so strong that bounced in a gym walls killing 4 people, on the beach the waves reached 10 meters in height 
and even took some boats and a clueless tourist who came close to take pictures. Us this time round we went for a cut in university and we see how the wind while not as intense moved everything around us that day we decided to return home early because the trees did not seem to be very sure to stay glued to the floor. Politicians like to change now turned to blame each other, some argued that the gym could not be built thinking in such weather, and others claimed that the government was doing construction "marmicoc."
Last week the sun came up it was hot and was 
a week of spectacular weather, a week when Lucho Flores arrived and Jeannette to see us in Madrid, my teacher's teaching and his wife walk by "The Europe" Madrid moved up to the weather so we could go out and make them a "leg tour" around the city. We prepare typical food and very good, we take a English wine bottle out there and enjoy the good conversation.
On Friday, we went with the kids at the house of my tutor (the teacher Carlos), there we had a meal at night which was really delicious, it was something like a big peck (they say the English tapas): With pate with mushrooms, fried anchovies (a tiny little fish), mussels (mussels), cheese of various types, angüriñas (eels are like girls), mushrooms, roasted peppers, etc. The brooch Gold put a pisco sour surprise that the teacher Carlos invited us to prepare me with Lucho, Chile was the elixir as a drink of Chile "vein" that accompanied by a good conversation that went from the bulls to flamenco and then to the English conquest, kept us entertained until late. We returned that night after leaving the struggle with the Jeannette in the pension they were living in the center of Madrid, to our house on the night buses, also called "AutoBuhos." When we walked in the morning with Nohelia (by the university in the direction of the board), suddenly began to rain and that rain was the precursor of climate change happened to the Iberian Peninsula, because if there is anything that Lucho Flores and his wife were lucky, that was in the weather, since those sunny days, were passed after they went to a nice cold snowfall, which covered the whole of Madrid and served us with Nohe me to leave this time of day to play by the university that looked like a white desert during the Sunday just past, the day of our perfect storm.
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