Perhaps Barcelona Tibidabo Mountain, Nevada when I arrived at Barcelona on Wednesday. Perhaps the words that came to much below freezing from Bremen, Bremen, or from Amsterdam-people skating on the canals. Canting. But the truth could not be expected and a snowfall.
I got up on Friday December 9, and laziness in tow, did not raise the blinds of the room or bathroom. In the listless breakfast, and almost before you leave, I hear on the news that "it is snowing in the middle of the peninsula particularly in locations such as the Madrid Torrejón de Ardoz, so that first it's funny, because they speak of Torrejón, site not known for great snow (nevaditos is another story).
So go to the window with the intricacies of feeling to see if everything is white, and effectively:
The truth that at no time before going to work I thought about how dangerous it can be driving on ice or snow or sleet, freezing all those combinations of water. What I did is that it would take significantly longer than normal.
already in the roundabout at Burger Pinky began congestion, slower than usual, and already beginning to see cars sliding.
Just about 8:15 a.m. to sack began to snow, so I had to hit it hard to clean. The M-100 is the road from Alcalá with Daganzo, Cobeña or Algete, with countless "políganos" on the road. Single track, year catapún and works, ie a little brown bundles that. So when I see in the distance a crossover trailer I knew it was going to go for long.
The thing began to unravel because it was all absolutely snowed and did capita, even passing cars. People and we started to walk slowly, and was real panic uphill stand still because you knew that there were significant out first that the car could be out where the fate and physics agreed. To all this must be said that the Fivito behaved like what it is: a rude.
. I was going to call to work to say he was going to be late, what how was the thing Daganzo, when they call me and tell me that the Guard Sivi just cut the M-118 in both directions, the only road to our estate, which there were isolated. Nothing to go home, knowing I was going to take a long time.
Party Alcalá de Henares: Alcalá abundantly snowed from 8 until about 12 noon. City buses and subways Conti or drift around the bridge spanning the railroad tracks, so the police decided to cut all these bridges to traffic, which made getting around by car outside Alcalá an ordeal. It snowed a bit at times throughout the afternoon. And all this snow has curdled, and carries the same until Saturday morning. Where more trouble was on the outputs to go to Daganzo or the other side of Alcalá, rising to go to Gurugú Villalbilla, Torres or Santorcaz, where I imagine that had to be pussycat. I know people who had to leave the car at the N-II and other carreterillas because he spent battery or ran out of gas. In the park behind my house there unna slope down to the station, there is gathering people to jump with plastic tables and even those of body-boarding beach.
View of Alcala de Henares, this morning Saturday:
A lunchtime I went to take pictures to classical sites lus de Alcalá, Alcalá diary style, I'll upload them to Flickr, which takes less and keeps the weight of the files (this last sentence I liked, friends). MyFlickr: http://www.flickr.com/photos/33357843 @ N07 /
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