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febrero 01, 2006

Road Trippin' (II) - Lugares y consecuencias

Lo que me condujo hasta allá (y de regreso):



El que no apuesta, no gana. Mis beautiful destinations.








Los tripulantes. (Nota: Es una gran idea viajar con dos Cheffs)




Los premios (algunos):









De lo que nos libramos:




Próximamente: La digestión del viaje.

4 comentarios:

Anónimo dijo...

Wow que suertudo, créeme que si pudiera en este mismo momento me largaba de aquí, aunque fuera por 4 días... ahora a dormir, que seguro esás tronado. You know who i am ;) -i hope-.

hugo dijo...

jaja, gran viaje, seguro apostaste miles de dolares en las vegas, recorriste todos los bulevares de los actores y compraste en el rodeo drive en los angeles y compraste casa en la terquedad. que me abran el atoron!

saludos y si, gran idea viajar con chefs

el tío nasty dijo...

There's a small cafe on the outskirts of town
I'll be there when the sun goes down
Where the roadside bends
And it twists and turns
Every new generation
And I'll be praying to my higher self
Don't let me down, keep my feet on the ground

There's a roadside jam playin' on the edge of town
In a town called Paradise near the ancient highway
When the train whistle blows
All the sadness that Hank Williams knows
And the river flows
Call them pagan streams and it spins and turns
In a factory in a street called Bread in East Belfast
Where Georgie knows best
What it's like to be Daniel in the lion's den
Got so many friends only most of the time
On a Friday evening when the sun goes down
On the outskirts of town, I wanna slip away
I wanna slip away, got to get away
And I'll be praying to my higher self
Don't let me down, keep my feet on the ground, don't let me down

You'll be cryin' again, you'll be cryin' again, you'll be cryin' again
By the same wipe the teardrops from your eyes
Have to slip away in the evening when the sun goes down
Over the hill, with a sense of wonder
Everything gonna be right on a Friday evening
All the cars go by all along down
The ancient highway
And I'll be praying, I'll be praying to my higher self
Don't let me down, keep my feet, keep my feet on the ground
Keep my feet on the ground

[Ancient Highway, Van Morrison]

bienvenido a esta otra carretera de cuota y sin retorno

Mar dijo...

qué buen trip! trajiste llaveros?