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 Sí. Por fin ha llegado ese día que tanto tiempo llevo esperando.
El día por el que tanto recé.
El día con el que tanto soñé.
Exactamente. Ese día es...


¡EL DÍA IN THE HEAT THAT HERE FOR MORE THAN THE REST OF SPAIN! *
Jurjurjur, do not expect that, huh?
* Only parts of the rest of the Iberian Peninsula


begin to count the roots of why I care so much about this day. It turns out that "supposedly" has a special microclimate Ferrol (yes, of course ewe) and the temperature is always different from nearby cities. That is, if it rains Coruña here will sun. If Coruña windy here will not. Moreover, when I noticed Coruña always a temperature difference abysmal (and Corunna is two steps). Well. From this we can deduce one thing: Ferrol temperatures are mild throughout the year. This really does not follow, but hey, it helps to know these things (?)
turns out that once, watching TV, I found the weather man Antena 3 . The above, with his usual grace, said something like that " once, in Galicia was not raining. " Lord of time, in Galicia does not rain as much as you want to convince others more rain. The fact is that this is a bargain to have constant mild temperatures today, specifically Today, when many people are peeling because of the cold snap ... We are here, the warm sea!

The sun shines.
Birds sing.
the clouds have gone for a walk ~

... And the good weather lasted until 18:00 or so, because from that moment came a bitter cold of God knows where and almost died xD frozen to jam my fridge was hotter than me, by God.

I do not complain of the wind ~ As I live a few meters from the sea, feel the sea breeze gently caressing me ~ The salty smell of ocean flows gently through my nostrils ~
... And when the tide Low smell of garbage. Better not explain why.

Summary: Suck that, weather man Antena 3. It's hotter here than elsewhere.

and leaving the nonsense so childish hand, I must say that the general strike on 27 there (or so says the communist propaganda of my school, which I believe at face value) and that we need not go to class if we choose to go on strike and complain about social injustices that we, the English, we are currently experiencing due to the incompetence of our leaders.

...

What a joke! I am a scab , so I'm going to class as Juarjuarjuar ~ ~ Whenever there is a strike, something epic happens in high school and I do not miss something, or sick of wine. I'm not consciousness with society.