sounds the alarm. New tlalocphone
tells me I should get up. It's 5 am. My mother is multiplied by a thousand and iron a shirt that I use. I say give me ten minutes to wake up. When I do I'm still a Volkswagen Sedan that needs minutes to advance to "warm." Cold water scares me a little less sleep and when I realized I'm all covered with soap. Right out of the shower my mom and have breakfast, I can not lose right away because there is still a shave and get dressed. The first food of the day is a delight that sometimes gives me time to enjoy peace and tranquility. Suddenly it's already 6:15, time to go. All violate the flight knowing that I may be late.
Camino, music and dreams. Just
lighting is faced with the darkness of the night. English music of three decades on the road with me having a speaker and shoehorn. Mexican radio and sucks but at least this time it is a little bearable, is a fellow who talks about new classics, a bird of a thousand voices that you can recognize Mick Jagger, Freddie Mercury, Billy Joel and many more. I break my own rules and close my eyes trying to recover the rest lost. Opening my eyes I'm in various stages of the road: Central Avenue. Bosques de Aragón, Canal del Norte, Paseo de la Reforma. Upon reaching the preferred avenue of Don Porfirio, I want the traffic is fluid: 50% of my success in being on time depends on it. Magnolias and Buenavista always an option when you can not easily reach the metro Hidalgo. Most of the time arrival there, I say goodbye to my father who still has a coach more and I follow my journey.
Grandote. Rapidote. Segurote.
Chava Flores's spirit is forever permeated the underground line 2, as well as Rockdrigo in the 3 and the bottle of sherry 1. Perceive one of the major intersections of the city in the same way that the singer 40 years ago. Sometimes very busy, sometimes quiet. My way to Bullfighting (unofficial name of the station Cuatro Caminos-icon representing a dome that no longer exists-) is rather quiet. Sometimes standing, sometimes sitting. The masses descend on San Cosme, Normal, Cuitlahuac and Tacuba. The Terminal always greets me with music I like, until I paused to tlalocpod and limit myself to hear what the subway is for me personally and saying goodbye to your server. This is the calm before the storm. Escape
Toreo. Here's
the other 50% of success. Is the random, anything can happen here, since there are no vans available to transport all go at once and therefore no one can leave the location, there are many people waiting to enter a transport, the time to spare shattering ... or just nothing happens and you go out towards Interlomas (my workplace). Thing apart is the traffic in three areas: Mexico-Tacuba, Military Engineers, Conscripto Avenue (on fire in Fourquare the "@ Puto Toreo Traffic"). Depending on the traffic flow through these three directions is in harmony right to do an hour. Never missing obese person occupying two seats and makes you inadvertently checkered life, or the fool who sings alone and cut the nails on the road or the driver who puts unbearable Facundo and company as insane screaming into the microphone. If I do well I get from 8:30 to 8:50. If everything goes wrong I will delay and the three-hour walk will have been in vain. *************
Anyway, it's bedtime (to make all this DuckTales again), but, as in football and in any round trip, there Around , so expect to post very soon (or when you have time / desire as now). Finally, today is the birthday of my girlfriend Diana : Happy birthday, honey! I love you and thanks for continuing on this journey with me. Besos.
See you in the future.
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