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Galder again, with Lole, our favorite vet.
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Vicente, César, Xavier (visit his web) and Cristian (Chile), the Bucolics.
Here we are in the Corrib River shore, in St. Patrick Day, getting into the Irish culture and the popular folklore doing what Irish people use to do in this great day: to drink. |
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This photo is for Vicente's friends.
Don´t complain. He combed himself for this photo, despite his amount of hair...
The cad guy on the right is César.
The guys behind them are Irish teenagers... yes... |
That evening César ate at McDonalls to keep his strength as if he guessed what kind of breakfast he was going to have the next day...
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... two sad and fried eggs. That's it! There's nothing else when you ask for two fried eggs in Galway: two eggs, a transparent liquit that is supposed to be oil, a dish and a fork.
You can't see the face of Cesar, but he was really crying (I swear...)
Neither a little piece of bread... |
At least there were some salt and pepper on the table to get some taste for these eggs.
Cesar was so anxious that he even added whatever he found on the table: Ketchup, sugar...
and he didn't add coffe only because it didn't have taste neither.
The eggs in this picture are not the same that the ones of the other photo. I say so because we use to be run out of money and sometimes we have to share a pint, a cigarette... like hippies, you know. |
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..."as you can see in this picture "
Here we were sharing (or fighting for) a beer (one of those hands is mine) and the cigar.
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Carlos, the nice and funny Spanish cad. No, I have no Irish malaria. That on my forehead is a shamrock. We are celebrating the St. Patrick Day. |
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Toshi (Japan), Jesús, Renato (Switzerland) and Diego.
Capuccino time.
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Nino, Fabrizio, Lia, Daniela y Valentina.
The pint time in the King's Head. |
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