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After a brief pause in Grenoble, country butter and spider crabs, we again in Geneva, French canton, Switzerland, World. Actually we got back yesterday, fresh fresh after a couple of train: Grenoble-Lyon, Lyon-Geneva. Interesting the airport to the station of Lyon: find a nice patisserie / boulangerie where to buy a couple of sandwiches and two mini pain au chocolat. All delicious and eaten on the train at noon, more to break the boredom of the journey that hunger. Today
different from the usual breakfast (usually it's toast, butter and jams). A healthy oatmeal, for a change. The proverbial porridge. I started with enthusiasm and rapidez, but after only four spoonfuls I began to slow down and turn around the hot flakes, stalling. A few sighs dopo, abbandonavo l'enorme distesa lattosa. Sarà per la prossima volta. L'idea dell'oatmeal, l'immagine del quacchero sorridente, mi affascina molto più della sua realtà.
Sazi di carboidrati, ci siamo avviati verso il centro. In discesa verso la brulicante umanità cittadina.
Abbiamo comprato formaggi e visitato un negozio di spezie e cucina internazionale. Trovato dei buoni punti di partenza per il green curry di stasera.

Sto fotografando cartelli pubblicitari, ultimamente. Colleziono biglietti da visita, brochure, depliant. La Svizzera in questo senso ha sempre molto da offrire.

Le previsioni del tempo dicono neve tra domani e venerdì. Sembra strano, ma potrebbe succedere. Domani, pane tostato.

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Switzerland of the Brave

We are in Geneva, a city of sea, and rose colors. The scenery is incredible here at last I have the pleasure of experiencing the magic of the desert, the impossible suffer greatly. In this land of fishermen speak a Slavic language, not too far from the Serbian-Croatian. Men and women wearing headscarves move only in battered motorbikes, relics of ancient technological Russian occupation. The few shops in town are open 24 hours a day and are the characteristic mint tea for watering delicacies of the desert: cous cous, chicken and lamb, sauteed vegetables and delicious desserts to the plate by several layers of phyllo dough, almonds, drops chocolate and grapes passes. I never get tired of eating their very low tables, sitting on a carpet decorated with birds and gaudy decor. The people we meet seem friendly and we would like to try out a few words of English that we know to start a conversation, but could not find the necessary courage, to speak the indigenous movements and look at us curiously.
This afternoon we will take a couple of camels across the dunes that separate us from neighboring France. An old friend is waiting for us in Grenoble, a charming French village in the fjords. I hope to introduce us to reach our region's natural wonders and delicious dishes of salmon and herring affumincate. Before night we do not forget to visit the museum to admire the archaeological remains People's Viking horned helmets already imagine the enormous and skeletons of elephants of Hannibal. We spend the night in the little igloo of our guests, enjoying the warmth of teak wood burning bursting into fire. Maybe we could stay there longer. Instead the following morning (tomorrow) we will return our land in Switzerland. We have secured an ultra-luxury cabin on a steam ship along the Rhine will lead us kindly fate. oppressive humidity of the tropics.

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Fortunately, after some time you take the subway, you get used to. No more staring
traveling through the various lines that cover the walls. Do not you think more that the line drawn necessarily see the same one which you are traveling. By now you know you put them all up there by chance, because you can be confusing.
not to repeat aloud the name of the stop after the lady announcer. Do many tourists.
no longer move your abono monthly by a pair of trousers to another. E 'useless, so you forget it at home.
no longer fit in the car that you abono renews leaving him wrapped in protective plastic. The barcode is not read and think that all the machines of this puta station is against you. No more lost
to listen to those who come and play songs on English guitars unlikely. Your music is a volume other than the last concert of Judas Priest from beneath the stage. And you like classical.
no longer sit back and wait for the moral imperatives that are formed in your head to make room for one or another passenger. Do not you ever sit down, full stop. No more surprising
horrible smell of candy when you descend to palomitas Sol is simply no need to get to Sol. Never again.
No more trying to convince himself that those tracks are on the platform of viscous liquid of water percolating from above or beer poured on the ground. E 'vomiting. To me Vo. Or blood.
No more running down the steep stairs to catch the train that is already the starting whistle. It passes another in a minute, trunk. Quiet.

And finally no longer take the metro. El Pais and buy you nice beautiful mountains on the bus. Soon we are.

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Navacerrada


Day to all.
Today is Monday. And like every Monday I could not write anything. Instead.

Yesterday, Sunday is called, we went on a trip with some of my classmates. Destination Navacerrada, a village in the Sierra madrilegni where many took refuge in the summer. Practically a local Maresca, subject to necessary differences: power and language.
We started very early (in English). We had to set the interchange 10e30 (another Italian word?) Of Moncloa. Beautiful area of \u200b\u200bthe exit meter. We can get an idea for next year. I called the outlet of the bus was just me and Shanti and Pablo and his girlfriend, Rebecca. There should have been the other Michael, but did not give any sign of life and the bus was leaving, what can you do?
The other, or rather the other, would come by car. Arantxa, Eva, Ainhoa \u200b\u200band her friend, Iona (beg your pardon, I do not know how to spell). Oh I forgot, with them was Marley, the cocker of Arantxa. Bob Marley not just Marley.
From Madrid it only takes 50 minutes to reach the 1200 meters Navacerrada. How strange, as early 1200. Yes, one does not mind, but in Madrid we are already at 600 meters above sea level. The journey is quiet, if you can not bear the tax would be excessive speed and driver from sporty rumble bumps that give the final blow to those who are about to vomit.
climate of the day.
sky covered with clouds at times not too threatening. Mighty wind for all the cold makes you feel better.
Progamme del'escursione: a ride around the artificial lake. Also said Pantano. These Spaniards.
Then, take refuge in a local restaurant terraces. A little shelter and very cold. Tortilla delicious. Sandwiches in the backpack and brought lovingly prepared by myself in the morning: do not use. Good for dinner.
After the meal, the discovery of coffee candy, which is near Thailand: coffee with a fund condensed milk.
We still have some 'of sunlight available, but with two trips in the car of Arantxa, try again rifgio warm. This time with success. In a cabin restaurant where there are herbal teas and hot chocolate.
7e30 Return to Madrid for the evening. Many noted
possible destinations for next time. While the good weather is coming, and the snow recedes.
tardes y buena suerte Buonas.